Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 125 Get out!
Among the crowd of people who came to pay their respects at the funeral home, Yoshimura Hanako, dressed in a neat black suit and with a tall figure, stood out.

"Store manager."

Yoshimura Hanako nodded and ruffled Jia Yezi's hair.

"Condolences."

Then, Yoshimura Hanako looked at Higa Haruko beside her and bowed slightly.

"teacher."

"Ah."

Haruko nodded slightly, gesturing for her to stand beside her.

"Hanako, you've joined the Exorcist Association?"

As Uta Kassapa asked with some disbelief, Yoshimura Hanako smiled and nodded, but before she could speak, Higa Haruko began to explain.

"Hanako's relationship with Yoshimura is extremely rare. She is a spirit master with almost no side effects. It would be a waste not to recruit her into the Exorcism Association."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hanako poked her head out from behind Yoshimura, waved to the group, and then shrank back inside.

However, apart from Uta Kasyapa and Higa Haruko, no one else could see her.

Looking at Uta Kasyapa, who was meeting Hanako's gaze, Higa Haruko seemed thoughtful. Something remarkable had happened to Kasyapa-kun...
"To be honest, I'm a little envious of you, Hanako."

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Yoshimura Hanako looked at Uta Kasyapa with a puzzled expression. What was she envious of?
"There is a vengeful ghost that can help you grow that tall."

Fu Jiang, who was standing to the side, chuckled and patted Uta Kasyapa's head on tiptoe.

"It's okay, I don't care about this."

"Yes, yes, I don't think Kasyapa is short!"

Yoshimura Hanako watched the interaction between the group and smiled helplessly.

Is it possible that I was always meant to be this tall?

"You're kidding me! You were so tiny when you were in elementary school!"

Yoshimura Hanako sighed.

“My mother is the shortest in my family, but she is still 1.9 meters tall.”

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Utakasyapa didn't say anything.

As they chatted, more and more mourners arrived at the funeral home, many of whom were people that Uta Kasyapa and the others had never seen before.

But after seeing the other party arrive at the scene, briefly talk to Jia Yezi, and then turn to walk towards Inoue Izumi, it's not hard to guess what the other party was after.

Although the mourners were curious as to why three young men and women appeared as the deceased's relatives, with no elders among them, and the relationship between the three was clearly unusual.

But those who can get here have both connections and discernment; they know what they can and cannot be curious about.

Around noon, Toshifuku Akira arrived at the scene.

As more and more people arrived, Jia Yezi felt a strange sense of pressure.

Fortunately, Utakayo noticed her unease and gently comforted her, which calmed her down.

The more guests there are, the greater the pressure of hosting them. The three of them were naturally unprepared for the large number of guests.

As the number of people increased, the process became more complicated.

First of all, the issue of monks was very troublesome, but before Uta Kasyapa could even have a headache, Higa Haruko made a phone call and summoned the abbot of Chongming Temple and his authoritative team.

Furthermore, Inoue Izumi had instructed his subordinates well in advance to arrange the relevant catering and to give back gifts in return for the incense offerings (silk money), which allowed the funeral to proceed smoothly.

As the ceremony progressed into the afternoon, a group of somewhat odd-looking guests entered the funeral home.

They were strange because they were all wearing black and white haori, which are traditional mourning clothes in the island nation.

However, generally speaking, people usually wear suits or black formal attire when attending someone else's funeral, while only the host family members wear black and white haori.

The men in this group were all dressed in black and white haori, making it hard not to notice them.

Especially the old man with white hair and stern eyes right in front of them, who walked straight toward Uta Kasyapa and the other two as soon as he stepped into the funeral home.

"Which of you two is Jia Yezi?"

When Jia Yezi heard someone calling her, her body tensed up instinctively.

"I, I am."

The old man frowned, glanced at Jia Yezi, and reprimanded her.

"Straighten your back and look me straight in the eye!"

The old man's scolding startled Jia Yezi, and even her eyes began to redden.

Upon seeing this, Fu Jiang's expression instantly turned cold, but before she could speak, Uta Kasaya stood in front of Kayano with a blank face.

"Sir, this is a funeral home, please keep your voice down."

The old man looked at Utakasyapa.

"Who are you? What is your relationship with Jia Yezi?"

"Uta Kasyapa, Kayano's boyfriend."

The old man squinted slightly, but before he could speak, a middle-aged man behind him stepped forward and tried to shove Yuta Kasyapa.

"You little brat, is this how you talk to your elders? Hmm?"

The middle-aged man tried to push again but failed, but Yoshimura Hanako suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"make trouble?"

Although Yoshimura Hanako was very pretty, for some reason, the middle-aged man swallowed nervously as he looked at this tall girl.

I always feel like if I say the wrong thing, she'll punch me.

The commotion attracted the attention of the surrounding mourners, and Inoue Izumi immediately ordered people to investigate these people.

"My name is Matsukawa Kei, I am the father of Matsukawa Saya, and also the maternal grandfather of Kayanoko."

"Oh."

Grandpa?

What kind of grandfather are you? You weren't there when Jia Yezi was suffering, you weren't there when she was hiding under the bridge, you weren't there when she was kicked out of her home, and you weren't there when she was starving.

Now that he's inexplicably showing up and introducing himself, Uta Kasyapa naturally won't give him a friendly look.

Uta Kasaya's cold attitude made Matsukawa Kei frown, but the gazes from Hika Haruko and the others around him, as well as their clothing, made him dare not directly lose his temper.

He could only look at Kayako, who stood timidly behind Uta Kasyapa. "Kayako, come here!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Yezi glanced at Utada Kasyapa's retreating figure, then lowered her head and remained silent.

Upon seeing this, Matsukawa Kei let out a cold laugh.

"As expected, she's Matsukawa Saya's daughter. Just like her, she's an ill-mannered, lowly person who doesn't understand etiquette or hierarchy!"

"Even their taste in men is the same; they all like this kind of good-for-nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Matsukawa Kei turned around, called his clansmen, and prepared to leave.

"No, you mustn't mention Kasyapa!"

"Ok?"

With a trembling voice filled with fear, Jia Yezi stood behind Uta Kasyapa and shouted with clenched fists.

Upon hearing Jia Yezi's rebuttal, Matsukawa Kei turned to look at her.

"Ha, just as dissolute as before. For the sake of a man, he actually dared to talk back to his elders. Even when his mother died, he didn't feel a single bit of grief. He's unworthy of being a son!"

After his angry outburst, Matsukawa Kei turned to leave with his men. Uta Kasaya, burning with rage, was chasing after them to demand an explanation when Kayori's voice, filled with deep grievance and resentment, suddenly came from behind them.

What do you know?

Matsukawa Kei stopped again, speaking with a cold smile.

"I don't know? You and your mother are the same; at your own mother's funeral, all you could think about was men."

"What do you know?!"

A sharp scream came from Jia Yezi's mouth, startling everyone for a moment.

Out of fear, I instinctively closed my eyes and clenched my fists tightly on my thighs.

Because of the grievance, tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably, and her body trembled slightly.

"What? What do you know?"

"You know nothing!!"

"She was the one who abandoned me, her daughter, first."

"Why?! Did I do something wrong? Why would she tell others that I'm not her daughter?!"

"I do have parents, right? Why is it always the community aunties who go to parent-teacher conferences?"

"She stole the doll my grandma gave me and sold it for money, then used my scholarship... to buy cosmetics."

Why do other people have lunchboxes prepared by their parents, but I have to have my leftovers taken home by them?

"Why."

"What did I do wrong? Did I misbehave?"

"Why did you kick me out? Why did you make me sleep in parks, under bridges, and scavenge for garbage?"

"Other kids get snacks, why can I only eat insects and grasshoppers?"

"Am I their daughter? If I am her daughter, can daughters be sold for money?"

"What? Why are you doing this to me?"

"I've also fantasized about using my death to get their attention... because I only have this one life that can make people sad."

"But they won't care, right?"

"if."

"If you didn't like me, why did you bring me into this world?!"

Amidst an angry, shrill shout, Jia Yezi opened her eyes, her eyes red, and looked at Matsukawa Kei.

"It was Kasyapa who found me in the park. It was Kasyapa who took me in on a rainy day. It was Kasyapa and Fujang who took me shopping for clothes. It was them who took me out to play. It was them who were thinking of me."

"And what did they do for me? They kicked me out of the house? They made me learn to pick up trash and catch bugs? They made me learn to lie in bed with a fever and endure it without taking medicine?"

"Even the room was in a corner of an abandoned attic, and I picked up the mattress and bedding myself from the garbage dump."

Why should I be sad? Should I be sad?

No one could answer the girl's murmurs. Matsukawa Kei had never imagined that Kayoko would encounter such a situation, and his expression was momentarily shocked. However, his temper, honed over the years as a person in a superior position, still ignited a surge of anger within him.

"Even so, you still carry the blood of the Matsukawa family. You dare to defy me!"

Before Matsukawa Kei could finish speaking, Kayoko shouted loudly with tears streaming down her face.

"I don't want to be a member of the Kawamata family, I don't want to be a member of the Matsukawa family, I want to be a member of the Utsu family!!"

The angry shouts were like the first chirping of a cicada after it sheds its shell in summer—sharp and piercing, yet bursting with unimaginable vitality.

After shouting, the girl looked at Fu Jiang with sad and uneasy eyes. She was so scared that what she said would make Fu Jiang hate her.

She was terrified, afraid that Fujang would think she was trying to take Kasyapa from her.

Then, after the initial excitement subsided, cowardice and timidity surged back into her heart. Looking at Fu Jiang's incredulous gaze, Jia Yezi lacked the courage to take the step forward that she had just shouted.

Despair began to fill her heart, and Jia Yezi's body began to go limp and tremble uncontrollably.

call!
Fu Jiang quickly stepped forward and supported Jia Yezi, whose body was limp, gently patting her back.

"Don't be afraid, we're here. Everything will be alright. You've been a member of the Yu family for a long time."

Behind him, Matsukawa Kei's lips twitched violently, and he raised his finger to point at Yoshiyuki.

"Shameless! Utterly shameless!"

"Please, get out!"

Jia Yezi's shouts were like knives stabbing into Uta Kasaya's heart again and again. He had completely lost his patience, and anger surged into his heart. With his last bit of reason, he issued an ultimatum to Matsukawa Kei.

"Hey kid, you know you're talking to..."

Bang!
The sudden interruption caused Uta Kassapa to completely lose his temper. He delivered a powerful kick to the middle-aged man who had interrupted, sending him flying.

But he still held back, because he didn't want to kill anyone in the mourning hall of Jia Yezi's parents.

"One last time. Get out!"

Matsukawa Kei looked at Uta Kayo, whose eyes were cold and angry, Yoshimura Hanako, who had somehow put on brass knuckles and was pressing down on him, and the unfriendly-looking crowd around them.

"well!"

After shouting twice with a fierce but weak voice, he led his people away from the funeral home.

(End of this chapter)