I really just want to grind for entries related to crossover anime/manga.

"Wear?"

Could it be another bracelet?

Genkawa Yu accepted the small box, after all, it was a token of the other party's goodwill. After seeing him accept the gift box, everyone else at the table had different expressions.

Under everyone's "expectant" gaze, the young man carefully opened the clasp of the gift box.

Then, everyone saw the contents of the gift.

A watch lies quietly on a velvet lining, its dial deep and adorned with a pair of classic BVLGARI double logos set in stainless steel.

This is a Bulgari watch, priced at around 800,000 yen, and is by no means an ordinary housewarming gift.

"...Sakurajima-san, this is way too expensive."

Genkawa Yu immediately recognized that the watch was worth far more than a typical gift, enough to cover several months' rent for the new apartment he had found.

"For a housewarming celebration, it's natural to give something practical as a gift."

Mai Sakurajima, however, spoke as if she were simply giving an ordinary gift, her tone relaxed.

"Mr. Genkawa, you're a famous celebrity now. You'll probably be attending various events and fan meetings in the future, so you'll need a decent watch to match your outfits. You can't just rely on your phone all the time, can you?"

"For celebrities, this is a must, after all, we live in the spotlight."

Mai Sakurajima's eyes sparkled, and a gentle smile graced her face.

"..."

"Such an expensive gift, I'll have to think carefully about what to give in return. You're really giving me a hard time, Sakurajima-san."

"Haha, we'll see each other every day on set from now on, I'm really looking forward to it."

Mai Sakurajima seemed to be saying it casually, but she clearly emphasized the words "film crew" and "we see each other every day," making the implication quite obvious.

Although Akane Kurokawa understood what the other party meant, she only glanced at the bracelet that she had just personally put on Yu Minakawa's left hand, and did not say anything more.

"Shouldn't boys wear watches on their left wrist, Genkawa-kun?"

Mai Sakurajima added.

"...One on each side, I don't care about that."

Genkawa Yu did not linger on the topic and put the watch and bracelet on his left and right wrists respectively.

"...snort."

After the gift-giving session, the dinner party finally came to an end in an atmosphere that seemed harmonious but was actually quite subtle.

After Yuan Chuan You paid the bill, everyone said their goodbyes and left.

As he got into the van, Genkawa Yu glanced at Kato Megumi sitting next to him.

"Kato, thank you for your hard work today too."

Genkawa Yu rubbed his temples and said sincerely.

"It's not hard work. You've finished moving today, Genkawa-san. Get some rest tonight, you have work to do tomorrow."

"Ah."

Yuan Chuan let out a long sigh of relief. He raised his arms and looked at the dark bracelet and the silver watch, his feelings were complicated and hard to describe.

The headquarters building of the Burning Series Agency is located in a bustling area in the heart of Tokyo.

The president's office on the top floor is magnificent, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering a dazzling view of the city at night, as if the entire prosperity of Tokyo is under one's feet.

Behind the spacious office is a more refined lounge, decorated in a calm, modern Japanese style with expensive solid wood furniture, calligraphy scrolls hanging on the walls, and a wooden sword displayed on an antique shelf.

Fumio Suo, the president of the Burning Society, sat quietly on the tatami mat.

This elderly man, nearly seventy years old yet still vigorous and sharp-eyed, wore a traditional kimono. Though not tall, he possessed an imposing and authoritative aura.

Then, there was a knock on the door outside the lounge.

"Come in."

Suoh Fumio did not turn around; his voice was calm and steady.

The door was pushed open, and his two sons, Shogo Suo and Hayato Suo, walked in one after the other.

The eldest son, Shogo Suo, wore a well-tailored high-end suit, impeccably dressed, with a calm expression and reserved eyes, exuding the air of a typical elite.

The second son, Suoh Shun, was dressed in a light blue casual suit, his hair was meticulously styled, and he wore a seemingly relaxed and unrestrained smile, but deep in his eyes was an undisguised ambition and sharpness.

"Father, you were looking for us?"

The two spoke in unison.

Suoh Fumio slowly turned around, his worldly-wise old eyes sweeping over his two outstanding sons who were also locked in a life-or-death struggle.

He didn't speak immediately, and the atmosphere in the office became somewhat oppressive.

After a long silence, Suoh Fumio finally spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable weight.

"Shogo, Hayabusa, I'm getting old, and my energy isn't what it used to be."

The two immediately showed concern.

"Father, you are still in good health."

"What are you saying? I feel that your spirits are getting better every day."

Suoh Fumio raised his hand, stopping their polite conversation.

He sighed softly, a sigh that carried a hint of genuine weariness and a world-weary perspective.

"Don't try to comfort me. I'm just getting old. This company was built step by step from a small BBQ shop of less than ten square meters. It's been decades of hard work, and it feels like a lifetime ago now."

His gaze became distant, as if he had traveled through time and seen himself in his youthful arrogance, who had carved out his own path in a chaotic era through courage and luck.

“Back then, I dared to do anything and risk everything, but now that the family business is growing bigger and bigger, I feel more and more powerless.”

"Those old brothers on the board, and those wolves eyeing us from the outside... Ha."

Suoh Fumio suddenly let out a soft, ambiguous laugh.

So, Shogo Suoh and Hayabusa Suoh held their breath, knowing that the key point was about to be revealed. They glanced at each other quickly, their eyes filled with vigilance and calculation.

"I know."

Suoh Fumio's gaze suddenly sharpened like an eagle's as it swept over his two sons.

"You two have been keeping busy behind the scenes, contacting board members, building factions, cultivating confidants... Do you really think I'm too old to see those little tricks?"

His words were like a cold knife, instantly piercing through the feigned calm and submissiveness of the two.

Shogo Suoh's face paled slightly, and Hayato Suoh's smile froze for a moment; the air in the office almost froze.

"Father, I..."

"okay."

Suo Fumio interrupted again, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

“I’m not here to pursue these matters. Conflict itself is not a bad thing. Without ambition, how can one support this family business?”

He changed the subject, leaning forward slightly, which amplified the sense of pressure he exuded.

"I have decided that I will officially step down as president at the end of next year."

The news struck them like a thunderbolt.

Although this was a goal they had secretly longed for countless times, the sheer shock and elation of hearing it so clearly from their father's mouth still left them speechless with shock and elation.

The two men lowered their heads almost simultaneously, trying to conceal the barely concealed excitement on their faces and the burning ambition in their eyes, and said in a heavy tone:

"Father! This is so sudden..."

Fumio Suo, watching his two sons' performance, waved his hand impatiently and continued speaking.

"Save the pleasantries, I've already made my decision."

He paused, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men, like an emperor about to announce the rules of succession.

"There's still a little over a year left. This year is your last chance. Whoever can achieve results and prove their ability to lead the Burning series into the next era will be the next president!"

Shogo Suo and Hayabusa Suo simultaneously raised their heads, their eyes flashing with a sharp light. Their previous pretense was completely torn away at this moment, leaving only the most straightforward competitive desire.

"Please enlighten me, Father!"

The two spoke in unison, their voices filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Suoh Fumio sighed and spoke slowly.

"Burning Series started with artist training and idol economy, and now it is a giant in the fields of variety shows, music and TV dramas."

"but..."

He tapped on the table.

"The film industry has always been a weak point for us. Every year we have huge investments, but the returns are unstable, and we lack significant representative awards and phenomenal works."

He looked at the two of them, his tone calm.

"In that case, I'll use this as my challenge."

"This year, you all try to make achievements in the film industry, whether it's investment, production, distribution... whatever you do, let your box office, word-of-mouth, and awards speak for themselves by this time next year."

"Whoever gets the better score wins."

This question was both unexpected and reasonable.

Movies are indeed a relatively weak area for action-packed films, but also a highly challenging and visible field.

"I'm too tired to watch you fight each other anymore. Continuing like this will only make outsiders laugh at the Suoh family."

Fumio Suoh sighed again.

"How is it? Is there a problem?"

"No! I will obey Father's orders!"

"very good."

Fumio Suo nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand.