Chapter Four: The Joy of Having a Loving Mother
“I wonder if Lili would demand a three-bedroom apartment after remembering this tomorrow…”
Helpless, Uesugi Akira comforted Lili, who had been upset all along, right there in front of everyone as the stand-in father.
He never quite understood why Lili was a fierce kendo champion when wielding a sword, yet transformed into a gentle, affectionate child when unarmed.
But it didn’t matter. At least after that, the atmosphere in the car shifted from tense to delightfully lighthearted, preventing any further deterioration of her relationship with Nanjo Ami.
“Nanjo-san, we’ve arrived.”
With the engine’s shutdown, the athletic young man Hasegawa turned his head and flashed a bright, cheerful smile.
Before stepping out, Uesugi Akira silently etched the words “Friendship Club” firmly into his mind.
—That name alone felt off, and they were peddling cursed spiritual items to ordinary people; no doubt it was a cult.
Akira had no desire to unravel the truth or uncover the conspiracy behind it all; he simply hoped they wouldn’t bother him.
All he wanted was steady growth and a peaceful life.
“Hasegawa, take her inside to make a statement first.”
After coaxing and persuading Lili to enter the police station, only a lone man and woman remained beside the weathered van.
Perched atop Akira’s head was a bright-eyed teru teru bozu, which blinked as it watched Nanjo Ami pull out a cigarette and light it.
“Want one?”
“No, thanks.”
Ami, not wanting to make things awkward, tucked the half-pack of ladies’ cigarettes back into her pocket.
After a brief silence, the woman spoke first:
“When Hasegawa invites you to join the Onmyo Bureau—aka the ‘Special Affairs Department’—make sure to refuse.”
Akira nodded. “Got it.”
Nanjo Ami looked puzzled. “Aren’t you going to ask why?”
“When the boss gives an order, the subordinate just says ‘received,’” Akira replied.
Ami exhaled smoke softly and for the first time smiled. “Uesugi-kun, you’re calm and smart. If you pursue the path of an onmyoji, I’m sure you’ll surpass me in time.”
Such a compliment?
Akira glanced sideways at the woman.
Her profile was veiled in pale smoke, her lips thin and red, her collarbone delicate—not like a worn-out office worker, but more like a sixteen-year-old high school girl from the neighboring class.
Sensing his gaze but unconcerned, she spoke words long rehearsed: “But because of that, I hope you don’t get involved with these things for now.”
Seeming to read his doubts, Nanjo Ami crushed out her cigarette calmly and seriously said:
“You’ll die.”
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Nanjo Ami produced a pitch-black cloth doll from somewhere. “The ‘First Wave’—symbolizing the full resurgence of spirits and monsters—hasn’t yet arrived; the Special Affairs Department was only recently established and its system is still imperfect; and the Friendship Club is still spreading chaos in the Arakawa district…”
Akira took the doll and was taken aback when a panel popped up.
—Ms. Nanjo, are you my mother?
[“Nanjo Ami”]
[Quality: Rare]
[Activation: Auto-trigger]
[Effect: Upon use, “Nanjo Ami” will instantly appear behind you.]
“Carry it with you. When faced with mortal danger, it will help you.”
Without hesitation, Akira pocketed what was the highest-quality item he’d ever seen and asked, “What’s the cost?”
“I like talking to smart people.”
Nanjo Ami leaned in, her ID badge swinging in the air, white musk scent wafting at Akira’s nose. “But we’ll discuss that later. For now, I just want to hear your answer.”
“—Uesugi-kun, will you accept my investment?”
After a long look at the woman, Akira silently took out his phone and showed her his QR code. “Nanjo-san, add me on LINE.”
Nanjo Ami blinked once, briefly revealing a strangely odd expression, but said nothing.
With a chime, Akira glanced at her LINE name—[Onmyo Junior Member · Nanjo Ami].
A work account, then.
…
After politely declining Hasegawa’s enthusiastic invitation and Lili’s request to “stay at the police station overnight together,” Akira was ready to visit the home of his current life.
As he left, he saw Nanjo Ami standing alone, quietly smoking, her thoughts inscrutable.
The small teru teru bozu sat silently atop her head, silently keeping her company.
After a moment’s thought, Akira felt he should say goodbye:
“Nanjo-san, I’m off.”
She turned with a puzzled look. “Want me to see you off?”
“No, Tokugawa-san already called me a cab.”
Nanjo Ami didn’t bother to look at him.
Whether it was his imagination or not, Akira felt her clicking her tongue in displeasure.
Before long, the ride Lili ordered on her phone arrived. Akira sighed in relief and was about to get in when a cold warning came from behind:
“If you don’t want to get involved further, don’t investigate that club.”
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“I understand, Nanjo-san.”
For now, he had to focus on quietly developing his abilities. Once he was far stronger than that club, he’d wipe out those cursed things in one fell swoop.
Half an hour passed in a flash.
Looking at the absurdly high fare on the screen, even though it wasn’t his money, Akira, ever thrifty, winced. This could’ve been done with twenty bucks next door.
“Thanks,” he said politely to the hard-working late-night driver, then pulled out his keys and approached his door.
His nose twitched slightly.
Something about the smell in the house… was off.
He first peered inside with the big-eyed teru teru bozu, raised an eyebrow, then slid the key into the lock.
He opened the door and stepped into the entryway.
Then, familiar voices greeted him warmly one after another.
“Little Akira, welcome home.”
“Brother, welcome home.”
Looking up, Akira saw in the living room a figure with a grotesquely distorted face, bleeding profusely—the “mother”—and beside her, a “sister” whose eyes were hollow and who emitted a chilling, tinkling laughter.
“Little Akira? Why are you standing there frozen?”
“Ah? Why is the lord brother just standing still?”
The eerie voices kept coming.
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