The atmosphere in the Tsubakihara living room was thick with bittersweet nostalgia. As Mira, Yuna, and Nina shared stories of the "four musketeers," Eishi's eyes drifted to a faded wooden frame hanging near the hallway.
It was a photo of a young, laughing Yuuji flanked by his parents—the people Eishi now knew were the silent architects of his childhood tragedy.
"May I?" Eishi asked, his Charisma making the request feel like a natural gesture of respect.
He took the frame down. As he held it, his Divine Physique sensed a slight, uneven weight in the backing.
He handed the photo to Mira, but as her fingers touched the glass, the frame slipped. The wooden backing popped loose, and a small, black object clattered onto the hardwood floor.
An old SD card.
Mira stared at the card, her face turning pale. "I... I never knew that was there."
Eishi didn't wait. He didn't want the tension to fester. "Mira-san, may I borrow your laptop for a moment? Right here."
She nodded dumbly, bringing over her personal device. Eishi sat at the dining table, the three women hovering behind him in a circle of anxious silence.
He inserted the card. To any normal user, the card would appear "corrupted" or empty, but to Eishi's Intelligence and Master-Level Economics, the encrypted partitions were as visible as a neon sign.
His fingers moved across the keyboard in a rhythmic, surgical blur—Niten Ichi-ryū's coordination applied to data entry.
"What is it, Eishi-kun?" Nina whispered, leaning in.
"It's a ledger," Eishi replied, his voice dropping an octave as the first layers of encryption shattered. "And a confession."
The screen flickered, revealing the truth in cold, blue light:
* The Swiss Connection: A list of six numbered Swiss bank accounts, holding a combined total of $42,000,000. The deposits were timed perfectly with key Arima conglomerate board meetings leading up to the assassination.
* The Crypted Conversations: Transcripts of messages sent via a defunct satellite relay. The language was a cold, professional code that Eishi's Multiple Language Proficiency translated in real-time.
* "Target 'White Rose' (Kanae) is stationary. Beacon set at House B (Tsubakihara). Awaiting foreign extraction."
* The Foreign Hand: The data pointed to a high-level intelligence "Hidden Hand" based in Europe—the same force Eishi's father, Takeshi, was currently hunting.
The conclusion was inescapable. Yuuji's parents weren't just neighbors; they were active foreign spies. They had used their "normal" family life as a shroud to facilitate the assassination of Eishi's mother. They were "erased" by their own handlers once the mission was done to leave no witnesses.
[System Notification: Evidence Secured]
[Item Obtained: The Tsubakihara Ledger]
[Reward: 800 FP Gained for uncovering the 'Mole' legacy.]
[New Objective: Seize the Swiss Funds.]
The room went deathly cold. Mira collapsed into a chair, her hand over her mouth. Yuna began to shake, realizing that the "grief" that killed Yuuji was born from a lie.
Eishi didn't look away from the screen. He began the process of siphoning the funds into a masked Arima account right there on Mira's laptop. If they sold his mother for forty million, he would use that money to buy their masters' heads.
"They weren't victims, Mira-san," Eishi said, his Asura's Intent flaring in his silver eyes as he closed the laptop. "They were the bridge. And I am going to burn that bridge to the ground."
With the truth exposed and an extra 800 FP (Total: 2,400 FP), the weekend is over. Tomorrow is Monday—Sobu High awaits.
Eishi's fingers didn't stop. While the Tsubakihara women were still reeling from the shock of the revelation, he was already weaponizing the discovery.
"System," he thought, his eyes tracking the digital streams of capital as they flickered across the screen. "Allocate 1,000 FP to upgrade Share Market Mastery."
[System Transaction: Economic Ascendance]
> [FP Expenditure: 1,000 FP]
> [Remaining FP: 1,400 FP]
> [Skill Evolution: Advanced Share Market→Global Financial Dominance (EX)]
* Description: You no longer just predict the market; you are the market. You can sense the "pulse" of every major conglomerate's liquid assets.
* Special Ability: [Capital Guillotine] — Allows you to pinpoint the exact structural weakness in a company's stock and trigger a self-sustaining sell-off.
With the $42,000,000 now fully siphoned into a ghost account under his control, Eishi began his opening move. Using Mira's laptop as a gateway, he didn't just hide the money—he used it as a seed.
By the time the moon reached its zenith, Eishi had fragmented the Swiss funds into thousands of micro-transactions, weaving them into the short-selling algorithms of the very European defense contractor that had paid Yuuji's parents.
"By tomorrow's opening bell in Zurich," Eishi murmured, the blue light of the laptop reflecting in his cold, silver eyes, "the people who funded my mother's death will wake up to find 15% of their market cap has evaporated into thin air. They'll be too busy fighting off hostile takeovers to even look toward Japan."
He closed the laptop with a soft click and turned to the three women. Mira looked like she had seen a ghost, while Yuna and Nina were staring at Eishi as if he were a dark god who had just descended into their living room.
"That money is ours now," Eishi said, his Charisma 14 acting as a stabilizing anchor for their fractured world. "It will fund your education, this house, and the vengeance I owe my mother. Yuuji's name will be cleared because the people who truly killed him will be erased."
Mira reached out, her hand resting on Eishi's arm. The charisma worked its magic, turning her horror into a fierce, devoted loyalty. "Whatever you need, Eishi... This house is yours. We are yours."
Eishi didn't sleep. He spent the remaining hours of the night in a meditative state, his Divine Physique and Global Financial Dominance syncing his body and mind.
When the sun rose over Chiba, he stepped out of the Tsukasa manor. He wasn't wearing a Tōtsuki uniform today. He was dressed in the clean, sharp blazer of Sobu High.
* The Presence: His Asura Aura was so dense it felt like the air itself was bowing as he walked.
* The Entourage: Yuna and Nina walked on either side of him, their usual school-girl energy replaced by a quiet, intense focus. They weren't just showing him the way; they were acting as his first disciples.
As they approached the main gates, Eishi's Intelligence 14 immediately picked out the "Key Players" near the entrance. He saw a boy with dead, fish-like eyes standing near a bike rack, and a beautiful girl with hair like flowing ink walking alone with an aura of absolute isolation.