After rebirth, I became Tokyo Sentimental

Chapter 221, Section 220: A New Trainee Meets an Experienced Coach
"Let's get a divorce."

"..."

"You disagree? Then I'll hire a lawyer to file for divorce. After the six-month cooling-off period, it's fine."

"Do not make jokes."

"No kidding."

"Since you don't agree, then this is how it will be. Don't come looking for me during this time. I won't stay in Tokyo, and we probably won't see each other again in this lifetime. I promise."

"What about our daughter?"

"..." Suzumiya Saka was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then said in an unquestionable tone, "You take care of it."

"So you're going to abandon your own child just to divorce me?" Haruno Tsukasa never expected things to turn out so suddenly, especially since she was even planning to give up her daughter.

"Just assume that's what you think."

"What do you mean 'I'll just...'" Haruno Tsukasa frowned suddenly as he held the phone: "What's that sound coming from your end?"

"There's no sound, stop talking nonsense."

"Is there absolutely no room for maneuver?"

"If you can stop sleeping in the same bed with Sato Mie, Kurosaki Orizuki, Shimizu Yuko, and Shigeie Shio for the rest of your life, and not acknowledge Taki Hide and Mitsuya as your children, oh right, and Shina as well, then I might consider it a little."

"...Aren't there any other options?"

"Yes, we can jump off a cliff together, or die in any other way you like. We can commit suicide together."

"..."

"Lost your courage? Or can't bear to part with your other wives? What nonsense are you spouting if you're too scared to die? You lied to me back then, saying you love to tell the truth. You can't lie to women, but I see you're exceptionally good at it, exceptionally good at talking!"

Suzumiya Saka's voice grew increasingly excited.

"Where are you?"

Am I obligated to tell you?

"Why do I hear the sound of rolling stones coming from your end?"

"..." His interruption seemed to indirectly calm Suzumiya Saka down. After a long silence, she slowly replied, "I led a team to investigate down below. We're currently in a village. Are there any other questions?"

"Gone."

"Ah."

"Dududu..."

The dial tone came through the receiver after the call was disconnected. Haruno Tsukasa stood there silently, holding his phone.

He finally raised his head after a long while.

The five-story semi-circular wall is filled with striking colors of vermilion and sea blue, and the emerald green river flows through the cylindrical stage, where people are bustling about.

Beside the round platform, a man carrying large and small bags looked distressed and was taking pictures of his girlfriend while sweating profusely.

The cacophony of Canal Castle Hakata in Fukuoka filled the surrounding area, but Haruno Tsukasa seemed oblivious, choosing an empty spot on the red and blue steps to sit down, his gaze silently fixed on the dancing shrine maidens.

The shrine maidens wore pure white robes and scarlet hakama.

Wearing a golden crown and a flower hairpin.

She held a Kagura bell with five-colored ribbons in her hand.

They were dancing Asagaya Kagura, a type of Kagura dance performed in the morning, usually to welcome the arrival of the gods. The dance has a very slow rhythm and the movements are light and graceful, giving people a sense of elegance, tranquility and timelessness.

Normally, Haruno Tsukasa would enjoy the dance with a pleasant mood. Perhaps it's because he's getting older, but what he used to think was meaningless and old-fashioned has gradually become interesting.

But of course, he wasn't in the mood right now.

Although he had known this day would come, he still couldn't remain calm when it actually arrived.

When he violated the three principles of not refusing, not taking initiative, and not taking responsibility when punishing wicked women, Haruno Tsukasa knew that this day would come.

A wicked woman cannot truly feel emotions.

The same goes for scumbags.

Sincerity is always sincerity.

Even the smallest and most insignificant thing can withstand the test of time, and even more so, the test of human nature.

However, deception is always deception.

You reap what you sow.

Tsukasa Haruno's promises to Saka Suzumiya were not fulfilled over time. Even if you shackled her with your body and morality, you could not lock up a soul that was becoming more and more unwilling and resentful and wanted to be free.

So he didn't try to stop him from leaving.

It's not that it's unnecessary.

Rather, they felt it was inappropriate to discuss it over the phone.

Although this sudden solo trip was intended as an escape, it also allowed Haruno Tsukasa to calmly confront the situation and carefully consider whether there were any solutions.

However, this attempt to escape unexpectedly became the trigger, causing Suzumiya Saka, who had endured so many years without proposing a breakup, to choose to confront him, though it was somewhat sudden, unexpected, and strange.

"No matter what the outcome, I still need to see her to see if there is any room for negotiation."

Looks like we'll have to go back again.

"But it really is time to go back."

Five days ago, Harano Tsukasa said goodbye to Mizuno Naa, who had cried until her eyes were red and swollen, in Tottori Prefecture. Before leaving, he pushed her in her wheelchair to the mall and bought her a lot of bento boxes and some daily necessities that she was reluctant to buy, and stuffed a wad of money into her pocket.

Then he continued on his journey.

Continue westward.

I set foot on the land called Shikoku Island.

Compared to other places, although this place was once known as a "place of exile" for working professionals, the scenery here is exceptionally beautiful. Grass and flowers bloom and grow freely in the mountains and forests, and the trees are so tall that they can block out the sun. Sunlight shines through the gaps in the dark green leaves like golden beams of light that shine straight down to the ground.

The Awa Odori Festival in Tokushima City wasn't very good.

Or perhaps he simply doesn't appreciate it.

It has a feel that leans towards traditional Noh theater.

The dancers wore straw hats, wooden clogs, and thin cotton bathrobes, with white bags tied to their heads, and they screamed and drew long lines on the stage.

Her appearance is far less appealing than that of a pure and innocent shrine maiden.

It's even better to wait by the roadside for a while, watch the cows poop as they pass by, or watch them graze and suddenly look up.

Just as Haruno Tsukasa's thoughts drifted away and his attention was no longer on the shrine maidens dancing in the center of the water stage, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure walking quickly toward him from the corner of his eye.

"Uncle Haruno, why do you look unhappy? Did you have a fight with your family?" Yamada Yusa pressed down the white gauze sun hat on her forehead, walked to Haruno Tsukasa's side, slightly out of breath, and asked with concern.

"No," Haruno Tsukasa said with a faint smile, coming back to his senses.

Radiating youthful energy and with a rosy blush, Yamada Yusa seemed not to hear him and sat down next to him, saying, "If you're unhappy about anything, you can tell me. Although I can't help much, I'll be a good listener."

"No, thank you."

Haruno Tsukasa smiled and politely declined.

“Okay.” A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Yamada Yusa’s eyes, but she still didn’t want to give up. She gritted her teeth and continued, “Could you please take a few photos of me? I’ll be standing in the center of the water stage, so you can take as many as you like.”

“Hmm…” Haruno Tsukasa pondered for a moment upon hearing this.

However, before he could answer...

A figure came running up from a distance, panting heavily.

After stopping in front of them, he didn't even glance at Haruno Tsukasa. He gasped for breath, raised the camera in his arms, and forced a smile, saying:

"Yusa, let me take your picture! I can take your picture, and I'm a pretty good photographer! I even won a silver prize in the academy photography competition!"

Seeing that the other party had once again ruined the opportunity she had finally found to be alone with Haruno Tsukasa, a hint of annoyance flashed in Yamada Yusa's eyes, but she suppressed it: "Thank you, but I don't need a professional photographer, because taking pictures like that is too tiring. I just need Uncle Haruno to take a couple of pictures for me."

“I can take pictures however I want! I can also make it less tiring for you!” Kitagawa Kiyoto said, his neck stiff and face red.

"Really, no need? Do I need to repeat myself a third time?" Yamada Yusa finally couldn't help but show her cold face.

She didn't want to say anything more to this persistent pest who had been following her all the way, fearing that he would completely ruin her career advancement plan. So she simply ignored the annoying guy in front of her and turned her face away. Her icy expression softened as if the snow had melted away.

Ignoring Kitagawa Kiyoto's fiery glare, she naturally took Harano Tsukasa's arm and leaned her body towards him. "Uncle Harano, can you take a picture of me?"

"Please!"

How about I treat you to a big meal tonight?

Kitagawa Kiyoto watched as the girl he liked linked arms with another man. Even the conscience he had fantasized about countless times at night and used up countless rolls of toilet paper for collapsed. He felt as if his world was about to fall.

Suppressing the urge to vomit blood, Kitagawa Kiyoto forced himself to calm down, his fingers furiously pressing down on his camera, and said in a voice that sounded like he was about to grind his teeth to powder:
"Uncle Haruno, the sun is so strong right now. You might get heatstroke taking pictures of Yusa. Young people like me are fine. How about I order you a glass of sparkling water? Would you like to come and have some?"

"Hmm... I am indeed a little thirsty." Haruno Tsukasa said with a smile, feeling the soft sensation coming from the outside of his arm.

Yamada Yusa immediately turned her head and glared fiercely at Kitagawa Kiyoto. With a determined look, she completely collapsed the remaining half of the arc, while simultaneously reaching out to grab the coffee she had just taken a few sips from and offering it to his lips.

"Uncle Yuanye, just take a few photos of me, that's fine. If you're thirsty, I have more than half a cup of cold brew coffee here. You can drink it if you don't mind. Just take a few photos over there, okay?"

“Yu…” Kitagawa Kiyoto’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he even pulled out the shutter button on his camera.

Yusa Yamada turned around and started cursing:
"Aren't you annoying? I clearly told you not to bother me anymore, why are you still hanging around here!"

Kitagawa Kiyoto's breath hitched, a surge of embarrassment and anger welling up inside him. He finally couldn't hold back and started yelling back at her: "What's so good about this old man? Just because he's richer than me, you only want to talk to this white-haired old guy and not talk to me!"

"What are you talking about! Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Yamada Yusa looked at him in disbelief and immediately asked with an innocent expression.

“I…I…” Kitagawa Kiyoto was stunned.

Seeing that her tactics were effective, Yamada Yusa considered that it would be better to leave a sliver of hope than to forcefully break away, while also giving herself a way out. Her disappointment deepened.
"I just hit it off with Uncle Haruno at first sight, and he helped Nakamura before, so I thought he was a respectable elder. I didn't expect you to say such things to me. Is that all you have in your head? If so, please don't contact me again. If I had known you were this kind of person, I shouldn't have come on this picnic with you!"

"Yusa...I...I was wrong..."

"Do not be angry."

"I acted impulsively just now..."

Kitagawa Kiyoto stood there, his earlier arrogance gone, and became flustered. After a moment, he couldn't help but step forward to explain things to her properly.

"Uncle Yuanye, let's ignore this guy whose head is full of bad ideas. If you feel hot, we can go over there and rest."

"Yusa, let me explain..."

"I do not want to hear!"

"Don't you understand how I feel about you? I was just trying to get closer to you!"

"Don't touch me! Don't pull me!"

But I really do like you!

"I'm calling the police, you bastard!"

[Wish object: Yamada Yusa]

[The wish list is as follows]

[1. Take over Haruno Tsukasa, and Patek Philippe, Louis Vuitton, and Bottega Veneta will all be mine (blue)]

[2. Don't want to be forced to drink, but still want money (blue)]

[3. That damn Kitagawa Kiyoto! If this bastard hadn't messed things up, I would have been willing to keep him as my ninth backup option. Now I want him dead (purple)]

Actually, you don't even need to look at this wish list.

You can tell what kind of person this girl is at a glance.

Genuine dog-green tea!
Just two days ago, Harano Tsukasa was driving from Yamaguchi Prefecture to Fukuoka Prefecture by boat when he encountered a group of young men and women who were almost fighting because of a car accident in the suburbs. Because the road was blocked, Harano Tsukasa got out of his car and tried to mediate, and to his surprise, he succeeded.

This is clearly a very small matter.

But precisely because of this incident, one of the girls started sticking to him like glue.

Wherever he drives, she goes.

At first, they pretended it was a chance encounter.

Later, he stopped pretending altogether.

Although she was clearly after his Patek Philippe watch and expensive car, the woman insisted that her appearance and demeanor were too similar to her uncle who had passed away many years ago, using this as an excuse to get close to him.

People before her said they resembled her deceased father.

This person also said she resembled her deceased uncle.

If they weren't so far apart, Haruno Tsukasa would really like to let the two of them recognize each other. They might actually be long-lost cousins ​​with no blood relation.

Actually, this girl is quite willing to give up.

Being shameless can be effective.

At least it makes people feel embarrassed to refuse outright.

If it were an ordinary person, or a scumbag who isn't very skilled, even the most vigilant person would inevitably pay a price after being swayed by someone's sweet talk.

But then I ran into Harano Tsukasa…

It's like a new student meeting an experienced coach.

Her sugar coating was completely like mud mixed into a cow's mouth.

While the two were still bickering and arguing in public, Haruno Tsukasa had already taken the opportunity to leave and wander around alone.

Wander from day to night.

But the previous leisurely and peaceful feeling was gone.

It wasn't until the stars filled the night sky over Fukuoka that Tsukasa Harano took out his phone from a park bench and looked at that familiar number.

But the next moment.

The cell phone suddenly rang.

Haruno Tsukasa frowned as he looked at the caller ID.

But he accepted it anyway.

However, the moment after answering the phone, there was no sarcasm or questioning as expected, but only an anxious tone that directly stumped Haruno Tsukasa.

Did you know she was trapped in Aichi Prefecture?

"Her? Who?"

"Who else could it be? Your legal wife!"

"what happened?"

"She led a team to Ono-cho, Handa City, Aichi Prefecture for research and investigation. A typhoon made landfall there last night. Although it was not a high-level typhoon, it was accompanied by a low-intensity earthquake, which caused a flash flood and mudslide on the route she had to take for her investigation," Kurosaki Orizuki said hurriedly.

"She was talking to me this morning."

"She called me at that time too."

"You mean you can't get through now?"

"…Yes…"

"Has the search and rescue team set off? She was still able to make phone calls before, so there must have been a signal. Have the relevant departments located her cell phone signal?"

"Location confirmed, on my way."

Having received so much information in just a few seconds, Haruno Tsukasa remained silent for almost half a minute.

"I see."

After saying that, he hung up the phone first, without waiting for Kurosaki Orizuki's reaction, and then gripped his phone tightly to scroll through the numbers in his contact list.

Five or six seconds later he dialed a number.

The call was quickly answered.

Haruno Tsukasa's face had never been so gloomy.

"Send me a helicopter to Fukuoka."

"Immediately, now, right now!"

"I need military-grade equipment!"

(End of this chapter)