Mrs. Miyashun seemingly hadn't anticipated that things would escalate to this point.
And at this moment, Takahashi Kazuma was utterly rotten.
The theme of tonight seemed to be tears.
When Mrs. Miyashun heard the words,
"Let's get a divorce."
She seemed to have forgotten the feeling of sadness,
only feeling a sourness in her nose,
and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Fujiwara Shunsui had been lying on his bed ever since Mrs. Miyashun left.
He had turned off almost everything in his home that could make a sound.
There were even moments when
he pressed his entire body against the bedroom wall in a strange posture.
He wanted to hear more movement from next door.
He didn't want Mrs. Miyashun to have an accident.
"Divorce? What right do you have to talk about divorce with me?"
"I've been with you since I was eighteen. I haven't worked, I haven't earned money, but is there a single household matter I haven't handled well? Is there a single corner of this house that isn't clean? All these years, is there a single piece of clothing you wear that I haven't washed for you?"
"Takahashi, your current depraved state disgusts me."
Miya Harukiko gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes,
responding to Takahashi Kazuma's roar with a calm tone,
as if she had already made up her mind.
However, Takahashi Kazuma on the sofa couldn't accept this outcome.
A pet he had "kept" for many years,
was now baring its teeth at its "master,"
and even more so,
this tone was like the disdain and arrogance of a superior towards an inferior.
The scenario Takahashi Kazuma had imagined did not happen.
His threatening tone did not yield the desired result,
instead, Miya Harukiko's indifference and calmness,
were like the final bullet that shattered his dignity.
"Bastard, bastard!"
Takahashi Kazuma, in his impotent rage, suddenly stood up.
Reeking of alcohol, he grabbed Miya Harukiko's hair,
the violent movement caused Miya Harukiko to fall backward,
and she landed on the ground with a thud.
Fujiwara Shunsui next door clearly heard the sound as well,
but it wasn't very clear.
He wasn't sure what exactly was happening next door.
Takahashi Kazuma, fueled by alcohol,
straddled Miya Harukiko,
slapping Miya Harukiko's face repeatedly.
"Slap!"
"Bitch, wasn't I working hard for you?"
"Slap!"
"Wasn't I afraid to anger Mino Company President to protect my years of effort?"
"Slap!"
"You only met this man twice, and you already dare to defy me! How many other things do you do behind my back that I don't know about?"
"Slap!"
"If you had just given in to Mino Company President earlier, wouldn't everything be fine? I gave you so many chances, why did you force me to spell it out?"
Miya Harukiko, hearing this,
had completely lost hope in life,
and any yearning for the future.
Many images flashed before her eyes,
but she wasn't sure what they were.
Tears in her eyes, messy hair,
all of this made her unable to discern the scene before her.
The swelling on both sides of her cheeks had temporarily made her lose the sensation of pain.
She only felt a burning sensation,
her tears were burning, her face was burning.
"Perhaps I should just die like this."
Miya Harukiko thought to herself.
The words she wanted to retort also failed to leave her lips,
her constricted throat even made her lose the possibility of calling for help.
Pain,
So much pain,
Miya Harukiko's vision became increasingly blurry,
and she couldn't tell if it was her body that was in pain,
or her heart.
Perhaps Takahashi Kazuma was tired,
he stopped his actions,
and pulled out half a bottle of shochu from somewhere.
After taking a swig, he poured the remaining alcohol onto Miya Harukiko's face,
tears, shochu, and hair mixed together, obscuring Miya Harukiko's face.
Takahashi Kazuma used the end of the bottle to lift Mrs. Miyashun's chin.
"Whore, why aren't you speaking?"
"Weren't you so good at talking back?"
"Speak!"
Takahashi Kazuma had no intention of letting Miya Harukiko go,
instead, he repeatedly questioned her.
Miya Harukiko, lying on the ground, was thus repeatedly humiliated by Takahashi Kazuma.
Miya Harukiko almost lost consciousness.
She didn't know how much time had passed,
maybe a few minutes,
maybe a few tens of minutes,
"Perhaps I should just die like this."
This was Miya Harukiko's last thought… At Miya Harukiko's doorstep,
Fujiwara Shunsui listened for a few minutes from next door,
even using a disposable paper cup.
He was certain that
Takahashi Kazuma, that beast, was assaulting her.
With a "bang,"
Takahashi Kazuma, who was straddling Miya Harukiko, froze for a moment.
He swayed and turned to scan the room, realizing it wasn't the sound of a glass bottle breaking… Fujiwara Shunsui stood at the door,
concentrating all his strength into his right leg,
and violently kicked open Miya Harukiko's door.
Fujiwara Shunsui looked at the scene before him,
a surge of anger exploded in his chest.
He stepped forward,
and delivered another fierce kick.
Fujiwara Shunsui had deliberately held back some strength in this kick.
He didn't want to cause a fatality yet.
But even so,
Takahashi Kazuma flew out the moment he turned his head, unable to even utter a single "you."
He curled up in the corner of the living room like a scalded shrimp,
and due to the excessive force of Fujiwara Shunsui's kick,
Takahashi Kazuma was greedily and deeply gasping for air,
trying to alleviate the pain in his chest this way.
Fujiwara Shunsui slowly picked up Miya Harukiko.
He hadn't expected the scene to be so unbearable.
But now, he could only take Miya Harukiko back to his own home.
Fujiwara Shunsui placed the unconscious Miya Harukiko on his bed.
He confirmed that Miya Harukiko was not in life-threatening danger,
but her current state was quite bad.
Harumizu grabbed a hot towel,
slowly wiping away the dirt and tears from Miya Harukiko's face,
and simply tidied her messy hair,
revealing the face that had once made his heart race.
Looking at Mrs. Miyashun now,
Harumizu had only two words in his heart:
"Damn it."
As for other matters, Harumizu couldn't worry about them so much.
After gently covering Miya Harukiko with a blanket,
he softly closed his own door,
and returned to Miya Harukiko's house.
At this moment, Takahashi Kazuma seemed to have recovered,
and was crawling towards the door,
unsure if he wanted to call for help,
or find his wife.
After entering, Fujiwara Shunsui casually closed Miya Harukiko's door again.
He didn't want the upcoming events to affect other neighbors.
A great force appeared at the back of Takahashi Kazuma's neck,
he was dragged back to the sofa as if he were a dead dog.
The sharp pain in his chest made Takahashi Kazuma feel certain that he had fractured something,
he wanted to scream for help but found he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"Help… me…"
His muffled words had long lost the prestige of half an hour ago.
Harumizu's mind at this moment contained only one thought:
To lay hands on a woman,
to lay hands on a woman who loved him so much,
was a capital offense.
And I,
will judge you.
Fujiwara Shunsui slowly lifted Takahashi Kazuma's right hand,
the entire arm hung in the air,
the right palm dangled limply.
Then Harumizu coldly asked:
"Is this the hand?"
"I… I… alrea…"
At this moment, Takahashi Kazuma seemed unable to utter a complete sentence.
He didn't know why this man could suddenly appear in his home,
he also didn't know why his chest hurt so much,
so much that he couldn't open his eyes or breathe.
But Harumizu gave him another chance to breathe.
Fujiwara Shunsui grabbed three fingers of Takahashi Kazuma's right hand,
and with his own right hand, he grabbed Takahashi Kazuma's pinky finger,
and bent it down forcefully.
After a "crack" sound,
it was followed by Takahashi Kazuma's painful groan.
"Ah… ah… ah…"
But this was not the end.
Fujiwara Shunsui released Takahashi Kazuma's ring finger,
then grabbed the ring finger again, and applied force.
It wasn't until Takahashi Kazuma's entire right hand was in a bizarre posture,
that Fujiwara Shunsui dropped his arm.
Perhaps the continuous pain had completely sobered Takahashi Kazuma,
even his speech became coherent:
"Bastard… bastard, what exactly have you done!"
Fujiwara Shunsui seemed not to care about the dead dog in front of him,
instead, he firmly stepped on Takahashi Kazuma's left hand,
and after a moment of thought, asked:
"If the left hand ends up like this too, wouldn't it be a bit too boring?"
Hearing Fujiwara Shunsui speak like this,
Takahashi Kazuma gasped for breath,
"I… I already called the police…"
"You gangster, just wait to die!"
Hearing Takahashi Kazuma utter such coherent sentences,
Fujiwara Shunsui let out a soft laugh and squatted down.
"Do you know what I do?"
Takahashi Kazuma looked at the devil-like man in front of him,
the chill that had long risen in his heart was infinitely magnified.
"You, you can't kill me! The police will be here soon!"
"So you're afraid to die too. But I probably won't let you die so easily."
Fujiwara Shunsui once again lifted Takahashi Kazuma's left hand,
the other party seemed to have already anticipated Harumizu's next move.
He could only shout repeatedly:
"No, no!"
Two minutes later,
Takahashi Kazuma's left hand presented the same "graceful posture" as his right hand.
Harumizu was very puzzled.
He didn't know why, when facing Takahashi Kazuma,
he actually chose the method he had just witnessed tonight to punish him.
Looking at the dog-like man in front of him,
a simple and surging killing intent rose from Harumizu's heart,
but he fiercely suppressed it.
He didn't know why he felt this way,
but he knew that such a simple punishment for this man was not his original intention; he wanted him dead.
Fujiwara Shunsui noticed the phone lying discarded on the floor.
He picked up the phone,
scanned Takahashi Kazuma's face, and successfully opened the unlock screen.
He first found the most recent emergency call in the call history,
and then saw the call made to "Mino Company President."
Looking at the time,
Harumizu decided to send a text message with a try-it-out attitude.
Takahashi Kazuma: ["President, are you free tonight? Just tonight!"]
Fujiwara Shunsui sat nearby,
silently watching Takahashi Kazuma, and also staring at the phone screen.
He was anticipating the message from the other end.
But five minutes later,
Fujiwara Shunsui did not receive a reply from Mino Hisashi,
instead, he received a text message from Kojou Yuna.
Kojou Yuna: ["Shinjuku Police Station received a report, the location is your home, what happened?"]
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["I took action, is it troublesome?"]
Kojou Yuna: ["Is anyone dead?"]
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["No, half dead."]
Kojou Yuna: ["Leave the scene, it's not a big problem."]
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["Truly reliable!"]
After closing the phone screen,
Fujiwara Shunsui thought of an excellent idea.
He grabbed Takahashi Kazuma's hair, forcing the other's entire face to confront him.
After a "slap,"
Takahashi Kazuma's face visibly swelled up.
Immediately followed by "slap, slap, slap, slap,"
after several crisp sounds,
Takahashi Kazuma's right face was disfigured, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, mixed with some incoherent words.
Fujiwara Shunsui frowned, completely unable to understand what the other party was saying.
Looking at Takahashi Kazuma's swollen, purplish-black right face,
Fujiwara Shunsui nodded with a slight sense of satisfaction and left Miya Harukiko's house.
A few minutes later,
Harumizu clearly heard noisy sounds in his hallway.
He knew that
this should be the police arriving.
After a while,
Takahashi Kazuma should have been taken away by an ambulance.
Because the police who responded to this call had already knocked on his door.
"Hello, sir."
Fujiwara Shunsui clearly felt the other party hesitate for a moment, then he noticed the other party staring at him.
After realizing her lapse, the other party continued to ask:
"Hello, sir, we may need to conduct some routine questioning with you."
"No problem, do you want to come in?"
"No need, sir, at the door is fine, just a few simple questions."
A few minutes later,
Harumizu closed his door.
The female officer muttered as she left: "Are there really Japanese people with such physiques?"
...Kojou Yuna: ["Did you get caught?"]
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["No, the rest is up to you."]
Unexpectedly, just after he sent his text message, Kojou Yuna's call came in.
Fujiwara Shunsui then explained the entire sequence of events to Kojou Yuna in detail, and Kojou Yuna also briefly explained to Fujiwara Shunsui what needed to be done next.
Although Kojou Yuna frequently handled issues between the Association/Club and the police station,
this incident involved a serious violent crime, and Fujiwara Shunsui himself was involved, so there was still a certain risk.
Kojou Yuna needed to clearly explain some important details, and even the pretexts for what to say, to Fujiwara Shunsui.
Otherwise, she didn't know what kind of commotion this great master would cause at the police station… At midnight,
Fujiwara Shunsui gently pushed open his bedroom door,
standing at the doorway and poking his head in.
Only after confirming that he heard Miya Harukiko's steady breathing did he feel relieved and close the door.
Fujiwara Shunsui lay on the sofa in his home,
staring at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking,
then opened his system interface.
[system prompt]
[Save Mrs. Miyashun — Mission Complete!]
[Host successfully saved Mrs. Miyashun's life and changed Mrs. Miyashun's life path. But whether this is good or bad is unknown; everything can only await the test of time.]
[Mission Reward: Free Attribute Points + 5]
Upon seeing this, Fujiwara Shunsui finally understood.
It turned out that this 'saving' was truly a literal saving.
This also brought Harumizu a sense of relief.
If he hadn't broken into Miya Harukiko's house and stopped Takahashi Kazuma's abuse, she might have truly died at home tonight.
Harumizu looked at his system panel.
[Free Attribute Points: 5]
Facing this sudden good fortune,
he felt that going to the police station again tomorrow would be worth it.
Of course,
since he had received five attribute points at once,
he would need to re-plan how to allocate them!