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

Chapter 74: Who is the legitimate son of the family? Part

There was a loud bell ringing outside the house.

Takeda Takako was shocked and subconsciously wanted to stand up and apologize.

“You should ask yourself that.”

Takeda Maki held her sister's hand tightly to prevent her from getting up.

"Didn't you drive him and Kujo Nishiko out of the Kujo family?"

The woman's voice made the dragon-like old man stunned.

The sound of the big bell gradually died down. After two or three seconds, the dazed old man muttered "I'm confused, I'm confused" and put his fallen cloak back on.

"Deep mountains raise dragons, and evil forests raise tigers. I guess it's just like that when you're with such a stupid woman."

The old man tucked his clothes in helplessly, and showed great disdain for the frightened Takeda Takako over there.

Takeda Takako lowered her head, pinching the corner of her clothes, while her sister was indifferent:
"You wiped out all the people in the Kujo family thirty years ago. Without my sister, your branch would be extinct."

At this point, Takeda Maki gave the majestic old man a playful smile.

"Of course, there is no difference between now and the end."

More than ten years ago, Kujo Fujitaka personally drove his only daughter out of the house, and now Kujo Nishiko's son has been raised by his sister for more than ten years.

Having missed out on the most important decade of his life, the boy seemed to be half-wasted, but the literary talent he was showing now.
"With me here, he won't be able to gain a foothold in the literary world."

Takeda Shinki, wearing a tweed coat, bowed to the old man sitting on the chair.

"You told all the branch family members that you would no longer care about your daughter. You should not break your promise."

Takeda Maki's actions were very respectful, but her smile when she lowered her head was full of satisfaction.

The Takeda family and the Kujo family have a grudge. Seeing the decline of the other party's descendants, Takeda Maki began to understand her sister's feelings.

The wind that hit the house brushed against the prayer wheel.

Amid the faint Zen sound, the old man raised his head and glanced at the other person in confusion.

He seemed to not understand why the other party was worried that he would help Longchuan Che.

Two years ago, Lake Yamanaka.

He watched the younger generation like himself being wronged and not showing up.

That itself is the best answer.

The Zen sound calmed people's minds. The old man took one last look at the Takeda sisters, then leaned his head on the edge of the chair like an ordinary old man.

The sound of the old man nodding off slowly rose up, and Natsuko Imamura, who was sitting next to the old man, stood up and nodded to the two sisters.

"Grandpa doesn't sleep much and stayed up late again tonight."

"Longchuan is Longchuan, and Kujo is Kujo. Don't worry, please go back."

This girl, who might very well be the next head of the Kujo family, saw the two off, and Takeda Takako followed her sister out.

As she approached the corner, Takako Takeda turned her head and glanced at the old man Kujo who had always brought her great fear.

The black dragon is draped over his body, and he seeks sleep in the palace.

This old man represents the highest glory of the ancient nobles. If Longchuan Tetsu is still in the Kujo family, he is the real
"Takako."

The woman murmured, not knowing whether she was calling herself or someone else.

Candles were lit everywhere under the dark sky.

The two sisters of the Takeda family, who had already left the main hall, strolled casually in the temple.

The morning mist shrouded the dim mountains, the cold air spread among the mountains, and the temple was wrapped in the most solemn atmosphere. Takeda Takako rubbed her arms and called out "sister" somewhat shyly.

Sisters are sisters after all. When the old man deliberately frightened her, it was Takeda Shinki who pulled her back to prevent her from being too embarrassed.

"What?" Takeda Maki raised her hand and looked at her cell phone.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and it was almost time for her to leave.

"How are you going to deal with that kid?" The woman wrapped in a coat looked vague. The morning breeze blew on her fair skin, bringing a scent of rose perfume that Takeda Shinki found a little disgusting.

The scorching sun in the wilderness and the cold roses in the deep cold. This is the smell of deliberately seducing people.

The woman in a light-colored suit and tweed coat glanced at her sister calmly.

Her expression was cold, just like the chill wind blowing through the cedar trees.

"You'd better not make any mess for me."

"What can I do?" Takeda Takako said indignantly after being suddenly taught a lesson by the other party.

"You dare to raise a child from the Kujo family, so what can't you do?" Takeda Maki sneered, then stopped in front of a stone tablet with her arms folded.

"I can't say anything else."

Takeda Shinki glanced at the back mountain where various scriptures were written. "Ryukawa Toru's publication of the book this time has really hit a snag."

Perhaps with the intention of teaching her silly sister a lesson, Takeda Maki began to explain.

“It is common for intellectuals to suppress each other.”

The woman's fingers slid across the words "Original Vow Sutra" on the stone tablet.

"But the people from Shinchosha were too arrogant this time."

"These are all the beings that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has saved, is saving, and has yet to save, and those that have achieved, are achieving, and have yet to achieve in the long past kalpas." Reading the somewhat dim words with her fingertips, Takeda Shinki continued to explain.

"Akechi Susumu, Kaga Yufu, and Miya Makoto Ichitaro, these people are the newly confirmed main reviewers of the Akutagawa Prize. Writing is all about the reader's compatibility. It's okay to attack them normally, but what do you think will happen if you boo their novels when their credibility is at its highest?"

The Akutagawa Prize is the most powerful pure literature award in Japan. It was established by Bungeishunju and is a closed selection process.

Sometimes I would rather have a flaw than give an award to some shoddy work.

As three of the 20 judges, speaking out at the same time carries a certain credibility.

"A single word can melt gold, and three people can make a tiger."

Takeda Shinki's eyes were cold.

"In the beginning, public opinion will bring him some heat, but later on."

Shinchosha has had many rivals for a long time, and this time with three leaders in the selection process, there will definitely be a lot of people throwing stones at them.

Takeda Takako concluded.

"I dare not say anything in the future, but this debut work will definitely be ruined anyway."

"Is that so?" Takeda Maki didn't understand literature, but she understood business operations. The future she talked about was very likely to come true. Takeda Takako rubbed her hands and felt it was a pity.

"Snow Country", Juzi.

She quite likes the characters in it.

"You'd better stay away from that boy. You are not suitable for him." Takeda Shinki said lightly.

After hearing her sister's words, Takeda Takako, who was standing in front of the stone tablet, frowned and waved her hands.

"No such thing. I deliberately pissed you off this afternoon."

The woman had a casual expression, showing her disdain for the scoundrel.

Takeda Maki looked at her sister steadily for two seconds, then slowly pointed behind the stone tablet.

"It's good that it's not. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll be unhappy if you see that."

The Original Vow Sutra is the Sutra of the Rebirth of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva

In the direction of the woman's finger, the sky is filled with stars.

The dark night sky is filled with silver light.

Rays of starlight fell on the poem signs, on the stone tablets, and on the golden chrysanthemums.