Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 397 The Death of Kujo (Part 2)

A few lamps were lit in the courtyard surrounded by bamboo groves.

The girl's room was filled with paper and ink.
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Thus have I heard.
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Namo Shakyamuni Buddha.
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The supreme, profound, and subtle Dharma is difficult to encounter even in hundreds of millions of kalpas.
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Now that I have seen, heard, received, and upheld this teaching, I vow to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata.

The girl's room was covered with scriptures. Long Chuanche picked one up and looked at it. It was the Buddhist scripture "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra".

"You came back the day before yesterday?"

The girl's hands were wrapped in bandages, and her fingertips were stained with a little ink.

In Japan, it is customary for women to form a chanting group before a funeral. This girl in a gilded kimono is copying sutras for Kujo Fujitaka.

"To be precise, it was the morning before yesterday."

The black ink on the paper looked like moving characters, and Long Chuanche was unsure whether the old man was really dead.

That's too easy.

The dignified old man passed away at the end of last month, but his funeral was not held until mid-July.

Why has it taken so long?

Long Chuanche looked at the girl with some strangeness.

From the moment he entered until now, Longchuan Che has seen busy monks and servants coming and going.

However, none of those so-called members of the main family or branch families were seen.

"His death was too sudden."

Natsuko Imamura wrote on the paper with a brush.
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At that time, countless Buddhas and great Bodhisattvas from the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions gathered together.

The black ink seemed especially dark in the night. Ryukawa Tetsu watched as Imamura Natsuko spoke through her cherry-pink lips:
"Everyone is eager to establish control of the company in Nagoya and sort out the relationships between people in the political party."

The Kujo family is wealthy and powerful. They have supported many political parties through funding and replaced many local councilors with their own people by providing jobs.

But today.

When the old man passed away, only Natsuko Imamura was copying scriptures in the large courtyard.

The vigil chanting group, which should have been composed of relatives and friends, only consisted of Tatsukawa Tetsu and his group.

"Your family is really pragmatic."

Because the division of benefits was not properly determined, the news of the old man's death was concealed, and he was even unwilling to come to the family home to chant sutras two days before the funeral.

Outside, only the monks of Jiuyuan Temple were chanting the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

This hymn, which represents the Brahmin woman's filial piety in saving her mother, sounds subtly ironic at this point in time.

"Didn't you just arrive today?"

The girl's handwriting was neat and beautiful, but her expression was somewhat indifferent.

Seemingly somewhat dissatisfied with Longchuan Che's late arrival, the pen tip paused there, leaving a patch of pitch-black ink on the white paper.

"I?"

Longchuan Che stroked the black cat, not feeling that he had done anything wrong.

He had no real connection with Kujo Fujitaka, and the fact that he was willing to come today was already a huge favor.

"You're quite suitable for this family."

The door flaps made a rustling sound like bamboo leaves. Natsuko Imamura stared at Toru Ryukawa for a long time before turning back to copying the sutra.

The other party seemed to have a familial relationship with Kujo Fujitaka, so Tatsukawa smacked his lips and asked about the girl's recent situation.

"How about the Booker Prize? I think you're on the shortlist for the Cheltenham Prize."

A while ago, Long Chuanche went to Europe with a girl. One of them participated in the Frank Fiction Award, and the other participated in the Cheltner Prize and the Booker Prize.

“I lost.”

The girl tightened her grip on her writing, as if she was somewhat unwilling to give up.

"The Cheltenham Prize only made it to the shortlist, let alone..."

The girl pursed her lips, as if she were tasting the bitterness of failure for the first time.

There is an old Chinese saying: "Failure is the mother of success."

"It sounds like you're showing off when you say that to me now."

I'm trying to comfort you!

The girl was quietly writing on the table when Long Chuanche spoke to her in a tone that seemed to say, "How could you think of me like that?"

"The desire to show off only accounts for one-third of my purpose, so my main goal is still to provide comfort."

Ryukawa Tetsu's voice sounded somewhat cheerful, and Imamura Natsuko sighed and put down her pen.

"What about Mu Zi?" The girl raised her delicate eyebrows at Long Chuanche, whose smile froze.

“At the beginning of the month, I told Mu Zi that I couldn’t go to Europe for the time being, and she talked to me while crying.”

Natsuko Imamura squinted and continued to stab Tatsukawa Tetsu in the heart.

"How was it, Tatsukawa Tetsu?"

The girl propped her chin on her hand and looked at Long Chuanche with a touch of elegance.

What do a girl's tears taste like?

A bitter taste seemed to rise on the tip of his tongue, and Longchuan Che rubbed the black cat's ears.

"You don't have to be like this, do you?" Long Chuanche laughed angrily.

Those who can see through people's thoughts are always the most accurate when they stab someone in the back.

"You started first."

The girl picked up her pen again, but was interrupted by Tatsukawa Tetsuichi, which improved her mood considerably.

"When does the funeral end? Could you help me arrange to meet Mu Zi?"

Tatsukawa Toru, who is now considered a literary giant in Japan, squatted down next to the girl and muttered to himself.

Outside, there were the sounds of Buddhist bells and monks chanting sutras. Natsuko Imamura glanced at Toru Ryukawa.

"What do you want to do?"

Imamura Natsuko asked knowingly.

"Of course we should get back together!" Longchuan Che said matter-of-factly.

"You hurt Mu Zi once, why should I help you?"

Natsuko Imamura raised an eyebrow. Of course, she would side with her friend, Toru Ryukawa, and Matsue Moko.

"Just because you knew I cheated on you, but you didn't tell your best friend."

Ryukawa Tetsu sneered. Imamura Natsuko had known for a long time that he was a scumbag, but she had never told her best friend.

Longchuan Che looked at the other person with an expression that said, "You also bear some responsibility for how things have developed to this point."

"you!"

The young lady stared wide-eyed at Long Chuanche with an expression that seemed to say, "How could a person be so shameless?"

"I didn't tell Mu Zi about this because I thought you might become my fiancé!"

Because you might be my fiancé, I am also a perpetrator.

The girl said this in a slightly ashamed tone.

"Isn't it the same now?"

Ryukawa Tetsu raised an eyebrow. Natsuko Imamura had lost the bet, so logically she should marry him.

"Although the old man is dead, surely someone of Miss Imamura's high moral character wouldn't go back on her word?"

Amidst the scriptures scattered on the ground, Tatsukawa Toru lifted the girl's chin.

Kujo Fujitaka made a pact between the two of them called "Tsubakiri," and although the old man died, Tatsukawa Tetsu still won.

Girls Booker Prize nominee fails, but Tatsuki Tatsuki returns with the Frank Fiction Prize.

"Your fiancé wants you to call your friend, hurry up."

As the night stretched on, Long Chuan Che tossed his phone in front of the girl.

This is the girl's boudoir; this woman just deliberately stabbed herself in the heart.

Ryukawa Tetsu looked at Imamura Natsuko in a tone that asserted her authority as a husband.

"I advise you not to do this?"

After experiencing a series of thoughts such as "How could a person be so shameless? Unbelievable! This guy completely deserves it!", Natsuko Imamura looked at Toru Ryukawa with a subtle expression.

"why?"

He grabbed the young lady's hand, wanting her to help, when the door behind Long Chuanche creaked open.

After being apart for half a month, our reunion came unexpectedly.

Songzhi Muzi, who had promised to stay up with her best friend, watched as her ex-boyfriend held her best friend's hand.

"excuse me."

The girl quickly closed the door.

(End of this chapter)