The most important part of killing someone is breaking their spirit. In the dead silence, Fujiwara Yumi seemed to have finally learned her lesson. The highlights were gone from her eyes, leaving her looking completely broken.
Seeing this, Fujiwara Chika and Busujima Sakurako couldn't help but think two words: Cruel!
But Miyazawa Yuu didn't feel the slightest bit of awkwardness. According to the Miyazawa family precepts, anyone who first harms a family member should disappear. Letting her realize her mistake now was simply too merciful.
"First, I hope you're still in the mood to keep listening, but it doesn't matter if you aren't. After all, this is just a notification."
He waved his hand twice in front of the three "slain" members of the Fujiwara family. He hoped they would learn their lesson, but how the final account would be settled still required three conditions!
"Do not take the initiative to contact Kyoko. Even cold bullying is unacceptable. But if I find out anyone is showing signs of laying a hand on her, no matter who it is..."
Raising his hand to make a slicing motion across his neck, he narrowed his eyes, raised his brows, and threatened, "The evidence of this young lady bullying a classmate and Madam's beautiful photos will fly all over the place~ Understood?"
"Understood! Absolutely! Absolutely no one will dare to touch a single hair on Kyoko again. Please, whatever you do, don't do that!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Fujiwara Yumi was terrified to the extreme. She just wanted to send this great plague god away as quickly as possible! The faster, the better!
Forget not laying a hand on her; even if Kyoko were to reverse it and bully her instead, she absolutely wouldn't resist! In short, may all the gods and Buddhas quickly make this great muscle-head leave her sight!
"A wise choice. Second, does this Miss Tomomi here want me to pay another visit sometime, or will a simple apology suffice?"
Very satisfied with Yumi's attitude of repenting and starting anew, Miyazawa Yuu then turned his head to look at Fujiwara Tomomi beside her, whose hair was standing on end, alert to the extreme.
Sakurako herself no longer wanted to pursue what happened back then, but he still wanted to put a relatively ordinary period at the end of the other party's high school era, to spare her from potentially having nightmares at night or something.
However, the negotiation that Miyazawa Yuu imagined should have gone relatively smoothly now encountered an obstacle. Compared to her younger sister, Fujiwara Tomomi was clearly harder to bluff and more of a bastard.
"You must be joking!!!"
She wouldn't be weak like her mother and sister. Upon hearing the word 'apology,' Fujiwara Tomomi seemed to react instantly with stress. She grabbed the phone on the table and threw it right out the window.
Many times, people try to stabilize their emotions through destruction, venting their impotent rage on inanimate objects that cannot move. This is a typical product of losing emotional control!
He didn't make a move to stop it. Miyazawa Yuu sat calmly on the sofa the whole time, watching the phone fly out, then heard a heavy thud as it hit the ground, followed by a pedestrian cursing.
"Huff... huff..."
"That memory card was new. It only contained the evidence and the photos just taken..."
Kindly pouring water and pushing it toward the woman who was constantly gasping for breath, Miyazawa Yuu waited a couple of seconds before continuing his explanation: "However, I still have a cloud backup. But if the memory card isn't damaged, causing the information to leak out..."
"!!!"
With a 'bang,' they launched themselves from where they stood. Without any reservation, Fujiwara Yumi and Fujiwara Miki rushed out of the room like panicked rabbits. Their target was, of course, the memory card in that phone!
You must be joking; the reputation of both of them probably depended on that thing. Damn sister (eldest daughter), getting so agitated—did she want them dead?!
"See? It's not me suffering, anyway. Remember to buy a brand-new phone for me. I'm not used to secondhand ones."
"What are you being so arrogant about, you guy! Do you know who my great-great-grandfather was?!"
"Former Prime Minister..."
Turning her head directly away, Fujiwara Chika's art style suddenly became sparse. Large sheets of sweat poured down in torrents, terrified that the other two accomplices would look at her and cause embarrassment.
Fortunately, apart from Busujima Sakurako frowning slightly, Miyazawa Yuu completely disregarded the other's threat. Did she really think a top-level Japanese figure would pay attention to some poor relative who popped up out of nowhere?
Stop joking! The current Fujiwara family merely came from a business background; they could at best be described as nodding acquaintances with the political branch!
However, since the other party insisted on using their status as a second generation to talk, he didn't really mind crossing swords with her.
"Th... that's right!"
Staring at Fujiwara Chika, the more she looked, the more she felt she hadn't misjudged. Although Fujiwara Tomomi was lacking confidence, to avoid losing face, she still forced herself to call up maximum pride and resolutely threaten.
"Don't think just because you bluffed Mom, it's over! Our Fujiwara family only needs to move a finger, and commoners like you won't be able to say a single word!"
"Wow~ So amazing! Right, Busujima?"
"..."
Her gaze became unfriendly. Busujima Sakurako used her dagger-like little eyes to fiercely scrape at Yu, who was stabbing her heart. She had been scared by this phrase for a full two and a half years back then!
"Hiss... Sorry. Subconsciously slipped into my gal mode."
Immediately changing his tune, Miyazawa Yuu realized the joke had gone a bit too far, so he quickly gave a light cough. Then, looking at Fujiwara Tomomi kindheartedly with eyes that seemed to view an idiot, he said gently: "Um, Miss Tomomi, please repeat your own name and then search for Miyazawa Heavy Industries, OK?"
"Wh... what do you mean!"
Feeling as though her intelligence was being insulted, Fujiwara Tomomi, who was pulling rank to bluff people, was consequently extremely paranoid and suspicious. Her mouth was unyielding, but the movements of her hands were not slow at all.
Miyazawa Heavy Industries was the industry where the Miyazawa family started. It was very easy to find this dark real estate leading dragon, which had sprung up just twenty or thirty years ago, on the Japanese encyclopedia.
Of course, like all capitalists, its reputation wasn't very good. Rumors often spread that enterprises with the surname Miyazawa were all very good at driving foundation piles.
"..."
Reading through the rumors about concrete pillars, Tokyo Bay, and the like from beginning to end, Fujiwara Tomomi didn't continue saying another word, because she saw a familiar face among the members making up the Miyazawa family.
If the blonde hair were removed...
"By the way, this is a wig. The person up there is indeed me."
He really didn't know how Kohei ran around everywhere with a head full of blonde hair. In any case, Miyazawa Yuu didn't really like this hair color, but as a band, colorful hair was necessary, so he could only accept the assignment.
"...Impossible! The Busujima family rotted away long ago. Fake! It must be fake!"
"I say, you, can your perspective be just a little bit broader? If making friends still requires gatekeeping within your own little circle, don't you think it would be super boring~"
Not accepting reality was very normal, just like how you think your roommate is grabbing a backpack to go study hard at the library, but in reality, he's actually participating in a big shot's gangbang without looking back, and isn't even the one being played!
Just about anyone would find this kind of contrast unacceptable, but this was the reality, and Miyazawa Yuu didn't have time to help Fujiwara Tomomi recognize it bit by bit.
"Well, in that case, forget it. Remember to mail the new phone to my home. Kyoko will send the location to your younger sister. Goodbye~ second daughter!"
"Wait!"
Being deeply pierced through the heart by the words 'second daughter,' Fujiwara Tomomi understood that she was just the second daughter, the type meant to eat, drink, and be merry, without inheritance rights.
Her beautiful life was entirely built upon not causing trouble for her father and her eldest brother!
But if the current situation was real, then without a doubt, she had brought huge trouble upon her family, and it was trouble that neither her father nor her brother could solve!
Afterward, even if the Miyazawa family didn't settle scores with her, her future life would absolutely be personally ruined by the head of the family, who would have broken into a cold sweat in fear and be eager to make amends, as a form of punishment!
"I'm sorry! I was the one who found someone to sabotage the vaulting horse back then, but really... I really didn't want to take a life!"
"..."
Following behind Miyazawa Yuu and already prepared to leave, Busujima Sakurako turned her head to look back at the woman sobbing in a dogeza, but didn't have even the tiniest bit of excitement from revenge.
If it were before meeting Yu on the train, she would still from time to time recall the past in the dead of night, hating her so much her teeth would itch with rage.
But after the bartending incident, truly coming into contact with a few idiots, she realized that interesting people still existed in the world.
They didn't care about her former past or bad personality, but simply embraced every heart that longed for stability.
"Forget it. It all doesn't matter anymore. We're not from the same world anyway..."
Once again subconsciously touching the tiny raised bump on her neck where a iron nail had scratched, the gaze she used on Fujiwara Tomomi became pure, like staring at non-recyclable garbage—truly an eyesore.
As for resentment and regret, those had long since thoroughly vanished like smoke. Right now, three years of loneliness in high school couldn't be called not worth mentioning, but compared to those, she preferred to go home, drink some beer, and then prepare to continue her night raid on Miyazawa Yuu!
"Let's go. If we get back late, those kids will get worried."
"By the way, send a message to Kyoko saying we're eating a big meal tonight. Also, as for the phone, I want the newest model!"
"Trade-in with a three-year-old old model?! You really are a scumbag..."
Repaying humiliation with humiliation, using superior power to overwhelm power, the grievances belonging to the younger generation of the Busujima and Fujiwara families welcomed their end through absolutely fair means.