Vol 1 Chapter 8 (2/2)
“…And that’s everything that I heard from his father.”
“What, so you didn’t ask him directly either then, sensei.”
“No, hahaha.”
Hearing about losing one’s family made Homura remember that woman whose child had been abducted. For how many years had her sorrow continued without healing or having a clear target to aim her anger at?
Whether she had a target to be angry at or not, it was probably painful either way. But was the sorrow of parting without a clear end lighter than the pain of a certain death?
Unable to choose her words well, Homura asked Fujimori that vague question.
“—Anger without an outlet, huh? It’s difficult to compare the depth of different people’s sorrow.”
“I suppose so…”
“It differs for every person. There are people who get so depressed that it harms their health when their pet goldfish dies, and there are also those who don’t shed a single tear even when their own child dies.”
“……”
Causes of death were not limited to just accidents or crimes, but included illness and even old age. But even if that was common sense, people couldn’t easily agree with it.
“But, what is clear is—we have no choice but to move forward.”
“That’s true. We have to work hard as the people left behind,” Homura strongly agreed as she clenched her fist slightly.
Hearing Homura say that, Fujimori raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a sharp gaze.
“Were you left behind?”
“…Eh?”
“No, I’m sorry for asking something so insensitive, but… you’re saying the dead left for the [other side]?”
“That… might not be quite right, but they… did go somewhere we don’t know.”
“I see. Putting it that way, dying might not be all that bad.”
Of course, it was clear that Fujimori did not actually think that way.
Fujimori gripped the steering wheel while looking far off into the scenery through the front window, looking like a sailor gripping the wheel at a s.h.i.+p’s helm to Homura.
“Somewhere we don’t know, huh? That stretches out before the eyes of those of us who live in the now. All the way out to infinity.”
“…Those are the words of Vasco da Gama, right?”
“…No.”
“Then Admiral Perry, who compelled j.a.pan to open its borders?”
“Wrong. They’re the words of Fujimori Chiayu, yours truly. You’re really fussy, you know?”
Fujimori waved her left hand angrily to hide her embarra.s.sment.
“Chiayu? Chiayu-chan? That’s your first name, sensei?”
Homura smirked at the cute ring of it.
“What, that’s much cuter than a nickname like Mori-chan! I’ll have to tell Touya-kun later.”
“If you call me Chiayu-chan, I’ll smack you.”
Having dug her own hole again, Fujimori slumped and rested her head against the steering wheel.
“Ah, that’s right, there’s one thing I’d like to ask.”
“What, another question? d.a.m.n it, your house is far!”
“This is the last one, really. Umm, it’s about Fujimori Ameno…-san?”
“So you finally brought that up.”
Fujimori glared ahead with stern eyes.
“Could you tell me about her already? People have been gossiping about her ever since the s.h.i.+nryoku Festival.”
Homura herself had mostly heard about it from her cla.s.smates, but apparently the mysterious beautiful girl who was disqualified from the [Yamato Nades.h.i.+ko Contest] hadn’t appeared at school ever since, remaining unidentified.
Fujimori, who seemed to be the only one who knew the circ.u.mstances around her, had been running around avoiding being asked about it by the students as well.
Now that Homura was hounding her inside the car with no escape available, Fujimori finally spoke frankly about it while heaving a long, resigned sigh.
“Ameno is a freeloader staying at my place. As a result, I’ve temporarily registered her as part of my family.”
“I-I-Is she your illegitimate child!?”
“Hah, I thought you’d say that. No, she’s not. And she isn’t a sister born from a different mother either! Don’t spread weird rumors.”
“But would you really register a complete stranger as part of your family? Rather, is that something you can just rent out temporarily in the first place? Is she a member of the Exploration Club?”
“What makes you think that?”
“Touya-kun seemed to know about her too.”
“You’ve really come to understand that that boy can’t hide anything.”
“And besides, a certain person said that there were ‘three’ club members before.”
She didn’t reveal that Rokujizou was the one who had said it. Back then, Homura had simply felt that there was something that shouldn’t be touched upon in her gaze. Now though, Homura’s curiosity won over.
“……”
Fujimori wore a complicated expression as she fell silent.
“I’d like to meet Ame-chan, though.”
“Ame-chan?”
“She seems interesting.”
“She’s a huge bother for me, as the one forced to be her guardian, though… Ah, unfortunately, she’s not a formal member. She’s still a provisional club member, and right now she’s in main… convalescence. You’ll get the chance to meet her eventually.”
“When—”
Fujimori silently glared at Homura, implicitly saying, “Don’t ask any further.”
After driving through a residential area, the car arrived at Homura’s house.
Her father’s car wasn’t in the house’s garage yet.
He would probably arrive here shortly.
“Come on, general. The stronghold is virtually empty.”
“All right, let’s march in.”
Fujimori took out from the back seat a cake she had bought as a present on the way here.
“If you’re going to prostrate for permission, shouldn’t you do it j.a.panese style?”
“I’m not going to prostrate. I didn’t come here to take you as my wife.”
Homura’s mother came out from the front door.
Fujimori corrected her posture and greeted her courteously, looking every bit the ideal teacher.
…Well, in terms of appearance, at least.
With this, there was hope of making her father, who had been persistently objecting to Homura joining the club, capitulate. With the guidance of her mother sitting beside him, their success was even more certain.
Turning to face her younger sister, who was looking down from the second-story veranda to see what was going on, Homura was already showing a victory sign to her.
Chapter 8 END
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