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"I would help people move and unload things, and occasionally I would help shop owners transport goods."

"Do you earn a lot of money?"

Sanemi considered for a moment and gave an ambiguous answer: "It's alright."

He himself didn't know exactly how much money was too much, but now, with his mother's salary combined, it was just enough to keep Xuanmi and the others from going too hungry.

Sanemi hopes that she can grow taller and stronger sooner so that she can earn more money and make things easier for her mother.

Have you considered changing jobs?

"Huh?"

Yayoi straightened up and turned to face Sanemi.

“I am a swordsman, you should already know that, right?” Yayoi pointed to the Nichirin Blade standing by the door.

I took it out of the house before dinner and didn't bring it back; I just casually put it up by the door.

"Hmm." Sanemi nodded, a vague guess forming in his mind.

"I would like to introduce you to become a swordsman like me."

Yayoi's words made Sanemi catch her breath, and she stared at Yayoi with wide eyes.

"……I?"

"Hmm." Yayoi didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said.

“I think you have a lot of talent,” Yayoi said with a smile, blatantly lying.

Yayoi's talent is completely invisible.

He just wanted to find a reason to continue supporting the Shinazugawa family.

I'll leave sooner or later, so I can use this life-saving grace to buy some more things and leave some money for Shijin before I go.

What about next time? Money will eventually run out, won't it?

You can't always stab yourself in the back and then crash in front of someone else's door, can you?

Whether or not I can be trusted is one thing, but the main thing is that it's too painful, and I don't want to go through it a second time.

After thinking it over all afternoon, Yayoi felt that this was the safest approach.

If Sanemi can really learn the breathing technique, that would be wonderful. But if he can't, it's okay. Once I become a Pillar-level swordsman, I can take him in as my heir.

It doesn't cost much to keep him at the camp, and we pay him a salary every month, so I have a legitimate reason to give money to my mother.

I, Yayoi Kuwashima, am a genius!

Sanemi remained silent, staring intently at Yayoi.

I really don't understand why this guy, whom I've only known for less than a day, would be so generous and so good to my family.

Sanemi couldn't believe that there could be such a selfless person in the world.

Sanemi's silence made Yayoi somewhat anxious.

Don't be like that, brother. We're just waiting for you to nod in agreement.

If you don't agree, what am I supposed to do? I can't exactly try to fool Genya, who's barely taller than a cart, can I?

Don't you feel so guilty?

Yayoi tried to make her expression look friendlier, enthusiastically recommending the benefits of becoming a swordsman to Sanemi:

"Learning swordsmanship is hard work, but the pay is very high."

"How much?" Sanemi asked.

"20 million taels."

"One year?"

"One month."

Yayoi heard it, and Sanemi's breathing stopped.

Haha, back then, when I heard about the salary, I accepted it quite quickly.

It's a dangerous job, and the pay isn't much.

Of the students who were admitted to universities in the same year as Yayoi, nearly half have already given up their spots in the past six months.

I'm the only one who's been promoted to Rank A swordsman; Sabito and Giyu are still only Rank B swordsmen.

There's nothing we can do; these two are inseparable.

If two people go on a mission together, their rating will definitely not rise as quickly as if they were the ones who always get all the experience by themselves.

When Sanemi heard the word "two hundred thousand taels," his heart started racing. When he learned it was a monthly salary, his heart, which had been pounding wildly, suddenly stopped.

"It's dangerous, isn't it?" Sanemi asked softly.

There's no such thing as a free lunch, and Sanemi knew that.

Sanemi recalled Yayoi's miserable state when they first met.

The question that had been lingering in my heart for so long has finally been answered.

Yayoi... she's also doing this kind of dangerous work.

As the eldest son in the family, if he were to die, who would be there to support the family for his mother?

"It's alright." Yayoi noticed Sanemi's gaze lingering on her stomach and smiled helplessly. "Oh dear, this was an accident~"

"The higher the salary, the more dangerous it is. It's not worth risking your life for a salary of only 200,000 taels."

Sanemi remained silent, looking at Yayoi and waiting for her to continue.

Yayoi shrugged, knowing that unless she explained things clearly to the stubborn child in front of her, he probably wouldn't agree.

"I now earn one million taels a month, so I need to do some slightly dangerous things occasionally."

"So, are you going to say yes or no?"

Seeing Yayoi leaning forward towards him, Sanemi's mind nearly went blank.

His mouth opened and closed, and finally he uttered, "Why are you helping our family like this?"

Sanemi was not a fool; on the contrary, his impoverished life made him more clear-headed.

"I've already told you, Sanemi is very talented."

“…” Sanemi’s silence spoke volumes about his dissatisfaction with Yayoi’s answer.

Yayoi sat up straight again, resting her left hand on her leg and her right hand on her chin, pondering whether or not to tell Sanemi her true intentions.

At present, Xuanmi and the others' favorability should have been raised to a sufficient level.

Sanemi is just a bit older and not so easy to fool.

But... now it seems that this child should be grateful to me, right?

If you disagree, just laugh it off and say you were joking.

Yayoi lowered her hands, placing them neatly on her knees, and looked at Sanemi opposite her with great seriousness:

"Because I like Sanemi..."

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Do you like...me?

Sanemi's face flushed bright red instantly, his head buzzed, and he was so embarrassed.

How could she just say something like that? Doesn't she feel ashamed?

Is it possible to do so much just because you like it?

Was she serious or just acting on a whim?

Sanemi dared not look at Yayoi again; he was in a complete panic.

However, Yayoi did not stop talking.

"Because I like Sanemi's mother."

Ok? ? ?

The little deer in Sanemi's heart suddenly crashed to its death.

Without further ado, Yayoi gritted her teeth and blurted out the remaining few sentences all at once.

“I really like it, and I’m willing to spend a lot of money to buy it.”

"..."

“Really, I can give you three million taels of silver, and then use that money to support your younger siblings’ education until you all get married.”

"..."

Sanemi's face was still very red, his head was buzzing, and he was angry.

"Have you lost your mind?"

Sanemi hesitated several times before finally managing to refrain from using such vulgar language to greet Yayoi.

Okay, then there's no room for negotiation.

Yayoi immediately activated the alternative plan.

"Hey~ I was just kidding with you, you kid, you're so easily teased."

"Besides, why would I buy someone else's mother? It's not like I don't have a mother myself."

"Haha."

Yayoi said with a grin, waving her hand and urging Sanemi to continue working.

"Alright, you've rested enough. Let's get back to work and finish this quickly so we can get some rest as soon as possible."

Sanemi stared at Yayoi for a long time, unable to understand what this crazy woman was thinking.

It really didn't sound like a joke.