Tokyo's Most Affectionate - Chapter 109

Want to Live Off Me?

Shiromiya noticed his hesitant and troubled demeanor, and her previously cheerful mood suddenly plummeted.

As the heiress of a wealthy family, she had been the center of attention in various situations since childhood, making her quite observant.

“Did sensei say something to you?”

Shiromiya turned around, sat down beside him, and asked in a low voice.

“It was about your grandfather.”

After contemplating for a while, Kurosawa nodded.

He wasn’t someone overflowing with sympathy. 

He had spent over a year tutoring Shiromiya, turning a blind eye to her personal matters, and merely focusing on teaching her academics.

However, after being dumped by his ex-girlfriend and acquiring the system, his mindset began to change.

He was no longer living in indifference for the sake of survival; he was truly alive, starting to notice the people around him.

However, the words of Sato just now reminded him of one thing: the outcome.

As the saying goes, “Why get entangled if you’re not going to marry.”

He had already involved Ichinose and Ninomiya, and if he were to involve Shiromiya as well, how would it all end?

“Ah… it seems sensei really appreciates you.”

Realizing that he indeed knew about this matter, Shiromiya looked up at the ceiling of the dojo. 

The smile on her face gradually faded, and she sighed.

Regarding her grandfather’s situation, not many people were aware of it. At least in the dojo, many senior brothers and sisters were unaware of this matter. 

Only a few who came from wealthy families knew about it, having heard some rumors.

After all, on her sixteenth birthday celebration, when she reached the legal age, her grandfather made it clear during the banquet that he would find a suitable husband for her. There were quite a few people present at that time.

At that birthday banquet, there were many guests, including officials, capitalists, conglomerates, and emerging entrepreneurs. These people shared a common trait: wealthy family backgrounds and enormous potential.

“How do you view this matter?”

Kurosawa didn’t want to touch on a sensitive topic, but he couldn’t help asking.

“Do you know? This archery dojo is the only place where I can rest,” said Shiromiya, looking at the spacious archery dojo.

“I sense that.”

While Kurosawa was unaware of the specifics, he had a sense.

Unlike in that high-end apartment, she seemed more vibrant here. 

Perhaps it was due to the archery hakama she wore, giving her a different aura.

“Because sensei spoils me. Although archery training is tough, the feeling of being able to cast aside distractions and worries is very comfortable. Also, hitting the bullseye is particularly satisfying… Most importantly, when I put on the hakama, it makes me feel like I’ve become a different person.”

“Not as Miss Shiromiya but as a disciple of the Windchaser Dojo?” Kurosawa followed her change of topic.

“More or less. To be precise, I feel like I’ve become an archer.”

“I see…” Kurosawa seemed to understand.

Switching identities, adopting a different persona feels like embracing a new life.

“Do you know what I think every time I hit the bullseye?” Shiromiya couldn’t help but reveal her inner thoughts due to the disclosure of her most important secret and how special Kurosawa was.

“What do you think?”

“I’m thinking that if I were on an ancient battlefield, my archery skills might kill many enemies, but I could also be killed by them.”

“You probably wouldn’t be killed by enemies.”

“Because it’s unrealistic?”

This was the first time Shiromiya had shared such inner thoughts with someone, even her sensei was unaware. 

She had hoped for some understanding from Kurosawa, but her expectation was denied.

“Because you’re too beautiful. The enemy generals might hesitate to harm you. They might even give orders to their soldiers not to kill you but to capture you alive,” Kurosawa shook his head slightly and sincerely remarked.

To tell the truth, showing kindness to enemies could be cruel to oneself.

But for an enemy as beautiful as Shiromiya, any man would probably hesitate to take her life and would try to capture her alive.

“And what happens after being captured alive?”

“It would end very miserably.”

Because they were having an open conversation, Kurosawa was not afraid to speak candidly.

In fact, he had always considered the idea of some girls fantasizing about traveling back to ancient times as quite foolish.

You see, there were significant class differences and dangers in ancient times, making it incomparable to the present era.

Even though he was reborn in Neon, despite being in a foreign land, he was still fortunate because, after all, it was the modern world.

At the very least, it was a world he was somewhat familiar with. Even though people in this world naturally had colorful hair, a fundamental difference from his past life, he had spent so many years here that he had grown accustomed to it.

And, truth be told, the various colors of hair and eye colors looked rather appealing after getting used to them.

“Hmm…”

Upon hearing this explanation, Shiromiya fell into contemplation.

“Fantasizing about being in ancient times, I think, is a choice to escape from reality,” Kurosawa stated before she could dwell on negative thoughts.

“Perhaps it is indeed so,” Shiromiya nodded, sitting against the wall with her hands folded on her lap.

“Are you thinking about seeking death?”

Seeing that she didn’t deny it, Kurosawa suddenly realized.

Fighting on the battlefield, earlier he thought it was just a whimsical fantasy. However, now he considered it might be more than that. 

When people fantasize, they usually imagine themselves dominating everything, who thinks about dying and in what manner during such fantasies?

Having such thoughts might be a subconscious desire.

Upon hearing this, Shiromiya fell silent.

“There’s no need for that,” Kurosawa noticed that she had indeed considered it and quickly reassured her.

“Indeed, there’s no need. Being a young lady now, and perhaps a mistress later, who knows, maybe I’ll be liberated after marriage,” Shiromiya nodded, agreeing with this perspective.

She had indeed thought about it, but it was merely contemplation.

Although she was currently being supervised by her family, it might not be the case in the future.

“Liberated, huh…”

Kurosawa looked at her beautiful profile, unable to fathom her thoughts.

“For example, as long as I deal with the upper echelons, give birth to an heir, and live our own lives separately. I won’t care about his private life, and he won’t care about mine. Then I’ll be free,” Shiromiya nodded, explaining.

As these words were spoken, Kurosawa sensed that she genuinely hoped for this.

If she couldn’t escape the arranged marriage within the family, she would accept it naturally and hope for the best outcome.

“Speaking of which, if I end up living my own life after marriage, how about I support you? What do you think?” Suddenly, Shiromiya turned her head and asked with a smile, her eyes like rubies, looking at Kurosawa’s handsome face.

“Is this a confession?” Kurosawa stared at her, feeling that she was expressing her true feelings with a joking attitude.

“It’s the declaration of a rich woman supporting you. Want to live off me? I’ll give you a lot of money every month,” gazing into each other’s eyes, Shiromiya leaned on his shoulder, her big eyes smiling. 

However, her words didn’t sound like a joke at all.