Chapter 350 - IMAGINING THINGS (1/2)

Akira chased Kaito from the room before going back to her bedroom. She was a little excited and also a bit worried. On one hand, she was looking forward to going out with Kaito, but on the other, she had to admit she was afraid of the outcome.

She considered herself a self-aware individual. Therefore, she knew that the path she was taking could lead to a dangerous consequence.  ​​

However, she was enticed.

She did not want to give up on the feeling she had every time Kaito looked at her.

When she emerged from the bedroom, she was wearing a simple blue skirt and a white top. Even though the look was casual, the charm was unmistakable.

She found her mother in the sunroom, painting while facing the garden. She had a look of frustration as she held the brush over the canvas, hesitating. There was not a single mark on the white material,

”Mom, I am going out.” She said.

Sayaka turned and looked at her daughter. She did not know why, but her daughter looked different from usual. However, she could not deny that the young lady was beautiful.

'It must be my genes.' Sayaka thought with satisfaction and arrogance.

”Where are you going? You can have the chauffeur take you around if you are going to the city centre.” Sayaka said.

”That's not necessary.” Akira brushed off the suggestion before looking at the canvas. ”What are you painting?”

Sayaka was distracted.

”I wanted to paint the garden, but everything feels wrong. I think I have forgotten everything I learned in school.” She sighed. ”Do you think I am a foolish old woman trying to recapture my youth?”

Akira felt a little sympathetic to her mother. She had chosen a life as a housewife and lived it for countless years. Returning to the difficult craft of painting would be a challenge. She had seen the piece Sayaka had made of a cherry blossom tree at the flower viewing party, and it was not passable.

”If you are worried about your foundations, why don't you watch some videos online? A lot of artists record their painting process.” Akira suggested.

”I know, but it feels a little like cheating. Isn't it copying?” Sayaka felt embarrassed to watch videos of young people painting.

She was an old woman with an art degree and past paintings that sold for a few hundreds of thousands. The thought of relying on online help crashed her ego.

Akira understood her concerns a little, but she did not expose her directly.

”You are just a little stuck right now. You need something to jog your creative mind and trigger your muscle memory. Plus, each artist has their style. You cannot copy anyone if you watch a lot of videos.” Akira responded.

Sayaka laughed at the logic. ”This child...”

”There is a saying I read somewhere. If you copy from one person, it is plagiarism. If you copy from many people, it is research.” Akira winked and waved. ”Ok, I am out.”

Before Sayaka could recover, Akira had already disappeared. However, she was left with a smile on her face. Just as she picked her tablet to search for some videos, she put a finger on the feeling of strangeness she had.

Akira was dressed like she was going on a date.