“You’re the first person to treat me like this. Saionji-san.”
Fujiwara Sai was the alpha mail that people often talked about.
Good looks, good grades, excellent motor skills.
A perfect superman with all the Trinity.
Naturally, since childhood, he has always been attracted to women by his side.
However, most of those women approached him based on his outward appearance and the enormous background of the Fujiwara clan, so there were only a few people who really wanted to get to know each other.
So it’s rather fresh.
Saionji and Fujiwara.
Despite the fact that the two families, who have been at odds for a long time, are finally taking the gesture of reconciliation, the girl in front of her is pushing herself with private feelings.
It is impossible with the common sense of a prestigious family.
“Sionji Youngae, are you the type that doesn’t think about things behind the scenes at all?”
“What does that mean?”
“To be honest, I have no intention of getting married or getting engaged in the first place, but there is no disagreement that this meeting has a very important meaning for both families.
After he explained it gently without getting angry easily, in the end, Kumiko apologized with a softer expression on her face.
“…I apologize for being rude.”
“It’s okay. I’m not the kind of guy who can’t be bothered with just this much.”
Saying that, Fujiwara Sai, who smiled softly, said as he picked up the tableware that had been set down on the table for a while.
“Since it’s our first meeting with each other, it seems like we need time to get to know each other. So, let’s just eat rice or something delicious today. Wouldn’t it be a waste if the food we prepared for a long time cooled down?”
“…All right.”
As Kumiko started eating again as he suggested, Fujiwara Sai gave a glimpse of her beautiful face while pretending to eat in moderation.
‘You’re a funny kid.’
Even though I came here with the torch of the grown-ups in my family, I didn’t expect much, but I was surprised in a good way.
This is because, despite growing up in an affluent environment in many ways, it is rare to find a person with such an upright personality.
He wasn’t as vain as his older brother, nor as cowardly as his younger brother.
Rather, it was not strange to call her a female lead like Tachibana Ginchiyo, a famous general of the Warring States period, when she confidently revealed her will.
‘Maybe a little serious.’
With that in mind, Fujiwara Sai put the cut steak in his mouth.
***
Hattori Hanzo, the 13th head of the Iga family, an escort between the Fujiwara and a ninja clan that has been around since before the Warring States period, pretended to know each other first on the face of a business partner he had not seen in a long time.
“Long time no see. Izumo. I’ve grown a lot since I haven’t seen you.”
Then Izumo Koga spit out a venom with a smile on his face.
“You’re talking recklessly about a hole in your mouth. Hanzo. Shall I sew that useless mouth?”
“Sounds nonsense.”
Despite touching the age of a woman, a taboo among taboos, Hanzo snorted and got to the point.
“There are rumors that Kotaro Fuma’s successor has appeared.”
“The news is slow. I even met him in person.”
“The guy with the nickname Geumgang Yacha, is he strong?”
To his question, Izumo shrugged and answered.
“I haven’t seen him fight, but he’s still the man who defeated Ivan, the god of destruction. No matter how he was in his prime, he was once the closest to the strongest man in the world. To be honest, I think this fact alone proves his strength.”
“Anyway, didn’t Ivan lose his last fight with Kotaro? If that guy can do it, I can do it too.”
Hearing that, Izumo sighed and shook his head from side to side.
“Hanzo, so you’re listening to the second place in many years. If anyone hears it, you’ll know that you can really win.”
“If there was a chance to fight, I would have done it. But it is my envoy to play with clowns like GOF.”
Having said so in a confident manner, Hattori Hanzo returned to the original subject and asked.
“So, how is the Kumgang Yacha passing on the skills of Kotaro Fuuma, who disappeared? It’s been 10 years since the person in question disappeared.”
“It seems that there was a secret rank left in the village. No matter how much the single-handed assassination right is, it must be prevented from being put into action due to an unfortunate accident.”
“Then the heir to this generation, the Geumgang Yacha, is like half the price.”
This time, Izumo also agreed with him.
“That’s right. There is a limit to the knowledge you get from books.”
“Geumgang yacha, Geumgang yacha, these are truly grandiose names. At the very least, to give the nickname of Inwang to a little boy who doesn’t even have a contract.”
While rubbing his chin, Hanzo, who was pensive in thought, muttered in a serious voice.
“At this point, I’ll have to go into order arrangement.”
“Are there going to be wars between towns?”
“There’s nothing we can’t do to prove that our clan is the strongest.”
“Ha, this is the problem with men. Risking their lives for useless things.”
A new conspiracy was sprouting up in a place that Kim Yoo-sung did not know.
***
Saturday morning.
Normally, it would be a time when I would be working out, but now I lost all motivation and was lying on the floor.
It is also temporary to forget your worries by overusing your body.
If I was a little careless, I thought I was going crazy because I remembered what happened yesterday.
‘What the hell do I want to do?’
It is not a story about hope for the future.
It was simply a concern about the president.
I am the one who threw away the opportunity that was already given to me.
To be more precise, I had postponed my confession until next spring, but honestly, I know it was cowardly.
Using the president’s favor as collateral, I was trying to prepare for an unexpected event.
As a sophomore, Ryuji, the main character, and I became involved in the original work in earnest by being in the same class, there were a lot of girls who had a crush on me.
Perhaps, if this world had flowed according to its original flow, the heroines who would have had a crush on Ryuji, not me.
Rika, Karen, and Sasha.
In that sense, regardless of the original, the first person who liked me in a pure sense was the president.
We met for the first time in freshman year, before the original work even started.
Knowing that fact, it seems that unconsciously, I cared the most.
To briefly summarize my current relationship with the president, I am more than a friend, but less than a lover.
They have a crush on each other, but they have not developed into a romantic relationship.
In other words, because there was no relationship, he did not have the right to prevent the president from seeing each other.
‘I should have pretended to be crazy and broke into the seat.’
Even if I regret it now, I understand in my head that it has already passed and it is of no use.
But at times like this, I couldn’t be more resentful of my cautious personality.
It would have been easier if I had just followed along and played a chess game.
“ha….”
I took a deep breath and stared blankly at the ceiling when my phone rang.
~♪
When I picked up the cell phone lying on the floor and checked the caller, it was the call from the vice president.
I jumped up from where I was lying.
“Vice President? What’s going on?”
[Kim Yoosung, do you have time for lunch today? I have a story I want to tell you.]
“Oh, yes. Of course. Where can I meet you?”
[Come to the PC cafe in Shinjuku by 2pm. It’s well soundproofed there, so it’s perfect for secret conversations.]
“All right.”
I transcribed the address of the PC cafe that the vice president calls into a notepad.
After that, before hanging up, I asked just in case.
“How’s the president?”
Then there was a moment of silence over the speaker.
And then the vice president answered.
[The young lady is not weak enough to worry about you.]
The words of the vice-president, who act like an idiot in normal times, but become extremely competent in matters related to the president, gave him strange belief.
[Then I’ll stop. Come on time for your appointment.]
“Yes.”
The phone call with the vice president, who was only talking about himself, was cut off, and I, who had been lying on the floor unmotivated until just before, gently lifted my head and checked my watch.
12:30.
It was a very tight time to arrive at the scheduled time of 2 o’clock.
***
Unlike PC rooms in Korea, PC cafes in Japan are fairly closed spaces.
At best, you can not only use a high-performance computer in a cramped space where only the body can barely lie on it, but also provide cheap accommodation and meals.
On my first visit to such a PC cafe, I was momentarily hesitant about the vastness of the menu.
But for a moment, one of the many doors in the hallway opened, and a familiar face appeared inside.
“Kim Yoosung!”
“vice-chairman!”
I wonder if I usually go to this store often, and the vice president, who walked out in a very comfortable outfit called slippers and a sweatshirt, asked the boss who was standing at the counter to talk for a while, so he would take a look at it, and then dragged me into his room.
At most, it was clear that the room would be less than 3 pyeong.
In an environment like a single room in a gosiwon, the vice president, who handed me his share of the cushion, crossed his arms and broke his luck.
“The reason I’ve called you here today is none other than because I have one thing to tell you.”
“What if I told you?”
Then, without opening his mouth right away, the vice president, who had been quiet for a while, said with a serious expression.
“The lady is getting engaged next month.”