If ordinary people saw this scene, they would surely condemn the black-haired girl. A nimble young girl attacking a white-haired elder so ruthlessly, every strike aimed to kill—it seemed utterly insane.
Yet Kure Henzo wasn't surprised. To him, this was completely normal. Though the girl's attacks were fierce and vicious, they didn't harm the elder at all. The old man stood calmly, casually blocking every strike.
"Speak. What is it?"
Hearing clan leader Erioh's question, Henzo quickly said: "Just now, we received news that a fighter has joined the Yukinoshita family."
"Oh?" Erioh was surprised. "Someone still dares to join them? Who is this fighter?"
Henzo replied slowly: "According to our investigation, the fighter who joined is… a high school student."
The black-haired girl attacking Erioh stopped instantly. "A high school student? The same age as me?"
Kure Henzo nodded.
Karura, excited, said: "Grandfather, can I take care of him?"
Erioh's cheerful face darkened immediately. "No. Absolutely not."
"Why?" Kure Karura asked, confused. "Do you think I'm not his match?"
Erioh never thought that. His granddaughter, though young, was a true genius of the Kure clan. Few high schoolers could rival her. A random boy defeating her? Impossible. He refused to believe such nonsense. In his heart, his granddaughter was the best.
He refused only because he cared for her, not wanting her to do such dirty work. No matter how she pleaded, he didn't agree.
Instead, he cut the matter short: "Henzo, you handle him."
Henzo didn't refuse. He agreed immediately. After all, this was the clan leader's order. He had no choice.
Meanwhile, Kael had no idea the Kure clan was preparing to act against him. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
After leaving Lady Yukinoshita, Kael returned home. Marin and Saki were still cultivating, not yet awake. He wasn't worried—such things couldn't be rushed.
Around six in the evening, the two finally woke, their bodies stronger than before.
"Come on, let's eat a feast."
Fresh from cultivation, their bodies needed nourishment. Kael dragged them out without hesitation.
They couldn't resist and agreed. But this time, they refused to go to Kiri no Ya. They begged, pouted, and acted cute until Kael gave in and took them to a buffet.
Last time at Kiri no Ya, the bill was over three million yen. Their hearts nearly stopped. One meal costing a year's salary for an ordinary person—it was outrageous. Even knowing Kael was rich, they couldn't accept such extravagance. If they ate like that every time, how could they live? So this time, it had to be a buffet.
Kael, amused, agreed. After dinner, the three left the restaurant satisfied and smiling. But the buffet owner was dumbfounded. They had eaten far too much. Three people consuming food meant for over a hundred. He had never seen such gluttony. It was the first time his restaurant lost money.
He called the floor manager. "Next time they come, let me know."
The manager hesitated. "Boss, isn't that wrong? We can't refuse customers."
The boss looked puzzled. "Who said anything about refusing? I want to promote the restaurant. Didn't you see how much they enjoyed the food? If I advertise that our food is delicious and highly praised, won't more customers come? This small loss is nothing. We'll earn it back."
The manager realized his mistake. After the boss left, he sighed. No wonder the boss was the boss. That was vision. Something worth learning.
Later, Kael escorted Marin and Saki home. Then he took a taxi, arriving at Seika Women's Private Academy before eight.
At the gate, he was surprised to see another man—a blond-haired uncle. Though blond, he lacked the usual delinquent vibe. He looked like a weary office worker, his once-straight back bent under life's weight. He seemed like an ordinary man crushed by hardship.
But Kael recognized him instantly. He was the protagonist of the adult anime set in this academy. The man hired to help stressed-out students with their desires.
Since Kael was here, he wouldn't let the uncle take the opportunity. He patted the man's shoulder. "Uncle, you're here to apply too?"
The uncle stared at Kael, shocked by his youth. "You… you're applying for this job too? You're so young. Is this really suitable for you?"
Kael said: "Age doesn't matter. Don't you think I match the students better? But you, uncle—do you really want this job? Take my advice. This isn't for you. If I were you, I'd leave now."