Mitsukuni was excited to be starting work at the physical therapy clinic in Hinan Hospital. "It was a great internship, so I expect it will be a good job too."

As he approached the main desk, the greeter called out, "Good morning, Mr. Hinan. Ms. Seto from Human Resources called a few minutes ago to say she was running a little late."

"That's fine," Mitsukuni replied. "How have you been, Koji? Still dating Rena in the lab?"

Koji flushed. "Actually, we're engaged now. I proposed last month. How about you and Reiko?"

Chuckling, Mitsukuni said, "We've been married for almost two months now."

Before he could say anything further, Ms. Seto called out, "Good morning, Mr. Hinan. Director Tanaka is excited to have you aboard. Let's go get your paperwork completed."

An hour later, Ms. Seto was leading Mitsukuni to Director Tanaka's office when they heard raised voices in the clinic.

"I can't do it, I tell you," an angry male voice declared. "Just get away from me and leave me alone."

A gentle female voice responded, "But you were doing so well. Let me help…"

"I said leave me alone. It hurts too much!" The yell was followed by the sound of a slap.

Leaving Ms. Seto standing with a look of dismay on her face, Mitsukuni rushed into the room. Surveying the scene, he saw an angry man in a wheelchair near parallel bars and a young lady on the floor holding her hands to her cheek.

Taking a deep breath to bring his anger under control, Mitsukuni walked over to help the young lady get up. "Are you okay?" he asked softly as he pulled her hands gently away from her cheek. "Why don't you go put some ice on that?"

"But it's time for Mr. Tsuda's exercises," she protested weakly, cringing away from the man in the wheelchair.

Mitsukuni smiled. "Let me talk to him. You go take care of that cheek."

She nodded meekly and walked swiftly away.

Turning to the angry man, Mitsukuni examined him from a distance. "Medium build, manual laborer, accident injured either his legs or back."

"Good morning, Mr. Tsuda," Mitsukuni greeted cheerfully. "It seems like you are having a rough day. May I offer some assistance?"

The wheelchair-bound man snarled, "There's nothing the little girl or you can do for me. My legs are useless and I'm worthless."

While Mitsukuni was dealing with the situation, Ms. Seto hurried to the director's office. "Dr. Tanaka, there's a problem in the clinic."

Placing the x-ray back in its sleeve, Dr. Tanaka pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mr. Tsuda acting up again?"

Ms. Seto nodded. "It sounded like he struck someone."

Hearing this, the director bolted out of his office in the direction of the clinic.

Mitsukuni hopped up to perch on one of the parallel bars and tipped his head to consider the man's declaration. He noticed a twitch in the man's right leg and the toes of his left foot tapping. "Nothing seriously wrong with the spinal column or nerves since there is movement," he noted.

Shifting into position between the bars, he swung into a handstand before completing a pirouette. After a couple swings, he did a back toss dismount and stuck the landing. "That was fun," Mitsukuni thought. "I should do more of that to keep up on my flexibility and balance."

The man in the wheelchair did a slow, sarcastic clap. "What are you going to do for an encore?"

"Why don't you show me what you can do?" Mitsukuni subconsciously shifted into the karate attention stance.

"I told you, I can't do anything," the man yelled, turning his chair away from the newest therapist.

Glancing around the room, Mitsukuni noticed mats rolled up nearby, as well as Ms. Seto and Dr. Tanaka standing in the doorway watching. With a nod to himself, he retrieved one of the mats and unrolled it. Before Mr. Tsuba could blink, Mitsukuni had picked him up out of the wheelchair, positioned him on his back on the mat, and stripped off his socks.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? I'll have you charged with sexual assault."

Grinning, the karate master replied teasingly, "Perish the thought. I'm a happily married man." Kneeling by the man's feet, he picked up the right one and started rubbing just below the middle of the ball of the foot while gently pushing the man's knee toward his chest.

As his foot started to jerk, the man said, "Hey, knock that off. It tickles."

Smirking, Mitsukuni set down the right foot and picked up the left one, massaging the same spot.

"I told you knock it off. I'm ticklish."

Satisfied with his progress, Mitsukuni stood up and pulled the man to his feet, supporting him only by holding his wrists to help him balance. "It looks like your legs are not useless after all. If you feel ticklish, then the nerves are still intact. You just need to put some effort into retraining your muscles. How long ago was your accident?"

Mr. Tsuba had an incredulous expression on his face as he looked down at his feet, then up at the young man in front of him. "It was seven weeks ago. I was hit by a car and the breaks were so bad they required traction for the first three." Looking at his feet again, he whispered, "Is it really that easy?"

Chuckling, Mitsukuni replied, "Though it will take a lot of work, it won't be as hard as when you first learned to walk as a baby. Your muscles just need to be reminded how they are supposed to move." Looking him in the eye, Mitsukuni asked, "Shall I help you walk over to the bars so you can start retraining?"

Swallowing a lump in his throat, the man could only nod. Mitsukuni walked backward step by slow step until Mr. Tsuba could rest his hands on the parallel bars. "I did it," he whispered. "My legs can move."

"See, I knew you could," Mitsukuni said as he positioned the wheelchair behind him.

The patient looked over his shoulder at him with a smile. "So, what was the thing with the bars? Are you a gymnast?"

Stepping around to face Mr. Tsuda, he said, "I was better known for karate and judo when I was younger…and shorter." Mitsukuni smiled to himself. "My doctor suggested some basic gymnastics to help my balance and equilibrium following surgery to remove a tumor impinging on my pituitary gland."

Noticing the sheen of sweat on the patient's brow and upper lip, Mitsukuni said, "You've worked very hard today. Let me help you into your wheelchair and then we'll get you some water."

As Mr. Tsuba settled into the wheelchair, he smiled gratefully. "Would you tell Ms. Suga I'm sorry for slapping her?"

"Why don't you tell me yourself?" said a quiet female voice from behind him. She stepped around in front of his chair and offered a bottle of water.

Dr. Tanaka gestured for Mitsukuni to follow him. After assuring himself that all was well, the newest therapist headed for the door.

Seated in the director's office, Mitsukuni said, "I hope I wasn't out of line, interfering with another therapist's patient."

Chuckling, the director replied, "You made more progress with Mr. Tsuba in those few minutes than anyone else has been able to make in a week." He paused and steepled his fingers together. "Would you mind if we assigned you the difficult and aggressive patients?"

"Works for me," Mitsukuni responded with a grin. "If they are like Mr. Tsuba, they just need someone they can't bully who understands what they're going through. I can be that for them."

OHSHC

Fuyumi walked into the boardroom at Ouran looking every inch the high-powered executive parent determined to get answers about the rumors regarding Ouran's financial position. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yuzuru off to one side being inconspicuous. He was trying hard to suppress a smirk as she strode in and took stock of the Board.

The room was definitely set up to intimidate anyone coming in to address Ouran's School Board. All five members sat facing the door along one side of the table. On the near side of the table was a single chair, obviously for her. Fuyumi smirked. "They won't know what hit them when I get done. They don't realize that they've cornered themselves. They have nowhere to run or hide. I just have to wait until the moment is right."

*****FLASHBACK*****

"Hello?" Fuyumi said as she answered the phone absentmindedly. She was surrounded by dossiers for the Ouran Board members she was scheduled to meet with the next day.

Kyoya's voice was tight as he asked, "Is Yuzuru there with you?"

Raising an eyebrow at the unusual tone in her brother's voice, she replied, "Yes, he's right here. Do you want to speak to him?"

"I need to speak to both of you. I'll be right there." The call ended abruptly.

"How odd," she mused aloud, staring at the phone for a moment before placing it back on the desk. She had barely released it when there was a knock on the door, though Kyoya didn't wait for a response before he opened it and stepped inside.

Without preamble, he started to explain, "I just received information regarding one of the documents the Beijing police gave me when I accompanied the Shidos and the scientists' wives to Beijing to bring the remains home. Among the evidence they acquired from the bomber's apartment was banking information on the payment he received."

Pausing for a breath, but continuing before they could ask any questions, he said, "The banking sequence looked familiar, but I couldn't place it, so I sent it to my banking analyst group. I just received their report."

"Don't leave us hanging," Fuyumi insisted. "Why was it familiar? What does it have to do with us?" She pointed back and forth between Yuzuru and herself.

"Because the sequence is for Ouran."

Fuyumi stood up and slammed her hands down on the desk. "Are you trying to tell me that Shizue ordered the bombing that killed my husband?"

Kyoya stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders. "No. You said yourself that it looked like she might be using Ouran to launder money. The payment to the bomber may have been a laundering transfer."

Yuzuru cleared his throat to draw attention. "Ms. Watanabe suggested that I get detailed banking information on incoming deposits on the pretext that we need to check the match between the deposits and the student accounts. That would allow us to identify which are student payments and which are something else. I could have a copy made for you to sent to your banking analyst group."

"That sounds like a good idea," Kyoya agreed.

"But what about the bomber?" Fuyumi demanded. "What if one of the Board members is the one who paid him to blow up the plane? Or Shizue? Or…"

Kyoya interrupted her. "Right now, all we have is speculation. We need irrefutable evidence before we confront anyone or the real perpetrator will cover his tracks and we may never be able to bring him, or her, to justice."

Flopping back down into her chair, Fuyumi muttered, "You're right, as usual."

*****FLASHBACK*****

The five middle-aged men looked Fuyumi over speculatively. Two shrugged in disinterest and returned their attention to their phones. The three remaining Board members looked at her with almost predatory expressions.

"Well, that goes a long way to confirming Nishi's speculations that those two prefer younger women—much younger." Fuyumi placed their dossiers to her left, the other three to her right, and her agenda folder between the two piles. Rather than sitting in the chair, she placed her hands on it and leaned toward the Board members. "I have three children attending Ouran and I have heard some very disturbing rumors that some vendors are not being paid for the goods and services they provide to the school. That brings into question the viability of this institution."

The man sitting in the middle was the Board Chairman and he waved a hand dismissively at her. "The Board takes care of the finances of the school. You need not concern yourself with such mundane matters." In a superior tone, he added, "You're just a woman anyway. We granted this special meeting as a courtesy to Yuzuru since he insisted. We only wanted to see who he had taken up with recently. What could you possibly know about business or finance anyway?"

Picking up a folder from the stack on her right, she flipped through it. "Well, it appears you know even less that I do about business and finance, given that you are currently filing for bankruptcy for the fourth time in just over twenty years. Even all those unauthorized executive loans from Ouran's accounts were not enough to save you." Putting the file aside, she looked him in the eye and asked flatly, "Is it the gambling or the mistresses that are your biggest weakness?"

He blustered and stammered while the Board member to his right sneered at her. "You think you're so high-and-mighty. What do you know?"

Grabbing, but not opening, a folder on her left, she pointed it at him and accused, "You've had three wives. All of them were between the ages of thirteen and sixteen when you married them."

"Those marriages were perfectly legal, arranged by the girls' fathers," he huffed.

"And why is it that not one of them made it to her eighteenth birthday?" She glared at him. "All of their deaths were declared accidents. However, the circumstances were very suspicious in every case. That smacks of a cover-up to avoid messy scandals. Or did it get swept under the rug so someone would have leverage to use as blackmail?"

Turning her attention to the man on the end near her former target. "That's what you traffic in, isn't it? Dirty little secrets, illegal dealings, illicit affairs…not your own, but you delight in gathering the information and making others pay for your silence to support your lavish lifestyle."

The board member to the Board Chairman's left stood up and pounded on the table. "What right do you have to come in here…"

"As I said, I have three children attending here, two of whom are girls just 'his' age preference." She jerked her thumb at the man on the other side of the Board Chair. "And yours as well." She slapped her hand down on his file. "You don't even bother to marry any of them. Just make empty promises to their fathers to get what you want. When you were done with them, those poor girls' best scenarios were to be sent abroad." She practically snarled at him, "Out of sight, out of mind."

The final member of the Board slammed his hands down on the table as he stood and sneered at Fuyumi. "Who do you think you are, coming in here and talking to us in this manner? What fantasy land have you been getting your information from?"

Smirking, she replied, "Interestingly enough, all of the information I have in these dossiers are public record. No clandestine photos, no bribed subordinates, just easily accessible information. You seem to think yourselves above the law, so you don't even try to hide your misdeeds." She opened her agenda folder and pulled out some papers that she slid toward each of them. "Here are copies of the Ouran Charter with specific sections highlighted. I'll give you a moment to look them over."

Yuzuru sat back, suppressing the urge to rub his hands together in glee at the consternation of the faces of the Board. "They don't even realize that they are finished. She is masterful. I could watch this all day."

After glancing through the copy of the charter, the chairman of the Board shoved it back across the table at Fuyumi. "So what?"

Placing her fingertips on the table and leaning forward, she responded in a low voice, "So, you can take the easy way out and repay all of the money you 'borrowed' and tender your resignations by five o'clock today."

"Or what?" scoffed the chair. "You'll report us to the police? They won't care because Ouran is a private institution."

"And no doubt one or more of you have an 'arrangement' with the police to look the other way about such matters," Fuyumi enunciated. "You underestimate me. Obviously either you've never read the charter, or you've forgotten what it says. It is parents, not police that have the power in this situation. It would not be difficult for me to contact enough parents to have all of you removed and new members installed."

"Bah, an empty threat," the man to right of the chairman said, waving dismissively. "You have no authority or influence with the parents."

Fuyumi stood up straight and shrugged as if it didn't matter to her that they were ignoring her. "The fun way it is then," she murmured quietly. She picked up her folders from the table, she turned, nodded to Yuzuru, and exited the room with her head held high.

OHSHC

Wednesday evening Kyoya sought out Fuyumi in her apartment. She answered his knock and invited him in. "Getting lonely without the kids?" he asked, glancing around at all the papers covering almost every surface.

"Just trying to get some things done before they get back," she replied absentmindedly as she straightened up stacks. She noticed the distracted look on his face. "Did you come for something specific?"

"Actually, yes," Kyoya replied. "I informed Tachibana earlier, but I also want to tell you that Haruhi and I will be leaving for the beach house tomorrow."

Fuyumi raised an eyebrow, making him squirm slightly.

"I know our group has plans to go this weekend," he defended. "Haruhi and I just want to have a little time alone to talk about the wedding and related subjects."

"I didn't say a word," she protested, chuckling.

"No, but you were thinking it awfully loudly." He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

She pulled him into a hug and whispered, "A sister's prerogative, to tease her brother. And you've made it so easy since you met Haruhi."

He hugged her back and they stepped apart. "I have made so many mistakes with Haruhi, sometimes I can't believe that she's stuck with me through it all."

"She loves you and only wants the best for you," Fuyumi said wistfully. She sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. When Kyoya sat, she continued, "Seeing you two together reminds me of how Seiji and I used to be. I had no idea what to do in a relationship, but he was very patient and showed me. No matter how many mistakes I made, he was there."

Kyoya took Fuyumi's hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm sorry if seeing us together hurts you…"

Fuyumi placed a finger on his lips. "It doesn't hurt me, it helps. It reminds me of all that we had and how much we went through together. It reminds me that Masaya and Hibiki are tangible reminders of him, and I need to cherish them."

She stood up and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. With a watery smile, she said, "You two go have some fun alone time."

"Thank you for your insight," Kyoya replied softly.

Fuyumi reached up and mussed his hair. "That's what sisters are for."

OHSHC

Yuzuru was already waiting in the office Thursday morning when Fuyumi walked in. "Been waiting long?" she asked in a bemused tone.

"Oh, only about an hour," he replied. "I checked with Ouran security to see if the Board took you seriously, but they're acting like yesterday's meeting never happened. They have made no move to return the keys to the Ouran vehicles or move out of their Ouran apartments."

"Why am I not surprised?" Placing the back of her hand against her forehead, she theatrically questioned, "Whatever shall I do?"

Laughing, Yuzuru commented, "You seem to be taking this well."

Dropping into her chair, she propped her chin up on her hand and sobered. "If I don't laugh, I would just spend all of my time crying. It's been so hard losing Seiji."

Yuzuru walked around the desk and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this Ouran thing. It was wrong of me."

She reached up and patted his hand. "No, I'm glad you asked for my help. I had a nebulous plan to deal with those three, but your request to help with Ouran gave me focus." She took a couple deep breaths before continuing. "My plan to buy up small amounts of stock at low prices will take a long time. This gives me a distracting frontal assault on Shizue. I can concentrate on the collection agency while the investment accounts slowly accumulate enough stock to become majority shareholder in the Otori, Suoh, and Mikoshiba enterprises."

Squeezing her shoulder one last time, Yuzuru returned to his chair on the other side of the desk. "So, boss, what's our next step?"

"Haruhi was kind enough to spend Monday setting up the templates for purchasing debt from vendors, notifying debtors of the change in ownership of the debt, and filing a judgement for unpaid debt. All we have to do is fill in the blanks and file them with the proper authorities or departments," Fuyumi explained as she opened her laptop. "Shall we begin by purchasing the executive loans from Ouran?"

Yuzuru rubbed his hands together. "Just call out the information that you need."

OHSHC

It was seven o'clock Thursday morning when Haruhi knocked on Kyoya's door. After a few minutes, he opened the door and blinked owlishly, his glasses still on his bedside table. Grinning, Haruhi said, "You told me to come get you at seven. Should I have come a little earlier?"

He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, closing the door behind her. Nuzzling her ear, he whispered," Maybe you should have…"

She pushed him away playfully, though her expression indicated that she'd rather they spend some time making out. "You need to go get dressed. Atsuhiro is waiting out front to drive us to the airport."

"What about coffee…and breakfast?" he muttered as he headed toward his bedroom.

"Kairi already prepared them and their waiting for us in the vehicle," Haruhi called as she heard Kyoya rummaging through his closet and drawers to choose his clothes for the day.

"I'm just going to grab a quick shower to wake up," Kyoya said as he slipped into the bathroom.

Haruhi smiled. "Don't take too long. You don't want your coffee to get cold."

"Well, if I take too long, you could always come in here and get me," Kyoya called over the sound of the water running in the shower.

Haruhi leaned her back against the bathroom door. "Tempting, I must admit. But won't it be so much better to be alone in the beach house in Okinawa, rather than here when anyone might come knocking."

Turning off the water, Kyoya called back, "Good point. I'll be ready in a minute. Then we'll head down."

Five minutes later, they were handing their weekend bags to Atsuhiro to secure in the cargo area. Haruhi stood tapping her chin with one finger while she held her elbow with her other hand. "I think I brought everything I need. I just can't help feeling like I forgot something."

"Well, if you did forget something, we can either buy it there or ask the others to bring it when they come Saturday morning," Kyoya responded offhandedly. He tapped her shoulder and pointed to where the driver was holding the door for her so she could get in.

"Atsuhiro, thank you for driving us to the airport," Haruhi said as he helped her into the vehicle.

Smiling, he replied, "Not a problem. If anyone asks me where either of you are, I'll just tell them you're busy and will see them when you get to the beach house." He shut the door and walked around to the driver's seat.

They all relaxed after they pulled out of the gate at Hinansho without anyone spotting them.

"Your help is much appreciated," Kyoya added. "Our whole group made plans to head out Saturday morning, but we really felt the need for some time alone. I'm sure Rene, the twins, and the Beringars would follow immediately if they knew Haruhi and I were heading there early."

"Tachibana, Fuyumi, and I have come up with a few ideas to throw them off your scent," Atsuhiro assured the couple. "Just sit back and relax. We'll be at the airport in a few minutes."

When they arrived, Atsuhiro retrieved their luggage from the cargo area. "Fuyumi asked me to give you these after I dropped you off." He handed them each a package. "She instructed me to tell you not to open them until you're on the plane."

Kyoya took the overnight bags from Atsuhiro and Haruhi took the gifts. "We'll be coming back with the group on Sunday evening, so we'll see you then," Kyoya called as he and Haruhi headed for the VIP lounge.

Fifteen minutes later, the couple was settled into their seats on the charter plane. Haruhi tossed the package with Kyoya's name to him. "Shall we see what mischief your sister is up to?" she asked with a smirk.

Kyoya looked puzzled as he unwrapped a pair of men's pajama pants. "Did she think I would forget?"

Giggle, Haruhi held up the contents of her package, the matching pajama shirt. "No, I think she's hinting that we make a good couple."

OHSHC

Yuzuru laughed as he and Fuyumi returned to their office at Hinansho late Thursday afternoon. "I almost wish I could see the look on Shizue's face when she's served with those collection notices."

Fuyumi shook her head in amusement. "I agree. I wonder how many shades of purple she will turn in anger. She's not used to being called to account."

"Not since my grandmother died. Those two were like fire and gasoline. Grandmother was the only one Shizue would ever defer to. She wasn't exactly afraid of her, but it was awful close." Relaxing in his chair, Yuzuru was lost in thought for a few moments.

"These last few weeks have been quite a roller coaster ride," Fuyumi thought as she checked the activity in the investment accounts. She stood up to update the charts posted on the wall to the right of her desk. "If I hadn't put the limits on the number of shares to be purchased at one time, we'd probably own a significant percentage already. However, that would alert them to the pending takeover."

Fuyumi started slightly when Yuzuru suddenly declared, "Have you talked to Shima about vendors that Shizue might not be paying for the Suoh mansions?"

A grin spread slowly across Fuyumi's face. "That's a wonderful idea. I think I'll check with some of the vendors that I know the Otoris used to use. Maybe we can find some more business for the collection agency."

Yuzuru heard a buzzing and pulled out his phone to check an incoming text message. "Mrs. Nekozawa has requested that I call another special Board Meeting for tomorrow. The parents were not very happy with my report on the situation at Ouran. Up for another trip to the lions' den?"

"Bring it on."

OHSHC

"Oh, not you again," the chairman of the Ouran School Board groaned as Fuyumi entered the Boardroom. "Yuzuru assured us this 'emergency' meeting was called by the parents. You are only one—and a nuisance at that."

Fuyumi walked to the table and slid envelopes with their names across the table to them. "I'm only here to make a delivery."

"What exactly are these?" he sneered, picking his up by a corner as if it were something scraped from the bottom of his shoe.

Keeping a straight face, Fuyumi replied, "A letter terminating your tenure on the Ouran School Board and a list of Ouran property that you are ordered to return and vacate."

Flicking the envelope back across the table at Fuyumi, he waved dismissively. "Like I said on Wednesday, you have no authority or influence with the parents."

"Oh, really?" she stated icily as she gave Yuzuru a small nod and pulled out her phone. As soon as she finished sending a message on her phone, there was a knock at the Board Room door and Yuzuru got up to open it.

In walked nearly two dozen parents, head of some of the most influential families in Japan. Mr. and Mrs. Nekozawa stepped up to either side of Fuyumi and glared at the Board members.

It was Kirimi's mother rather than her father who spoke. "I was appalled to learn what manner of…" She paused to look over the Board members. "people—and I use that term very loosely—have been placed in such positions of influence by Shizue regarding Ouran. In accordance with the charter, you are all dismissed. Any and all Ouran property will be returned promptly. That includes both vehicles and lodgings. You have until five o'clock tonight."

"You can't do that!" the ex-chairman protested loudly.

When no one said anything, Fuyumi looked around at the crowd behind her and found all of them looking at her expectantly. With a small shrug of acceptance, she picked up the envelope he had shoved back at her. Tossing it to him again, she replied smugly, "Oh, but we can. It's all in there."

With that, all the parents filed out of the room. Yuzuru stood, smirked at the Board, and exited the room, closing the door soundly behind himself.

Mrs. Nekozawa turned to Fuyumi. "Thank you for apprising us of the situation. We were able to inform about ninety percent of the parents. The other ten percent are currently out of contact, but we left messages for them."

"Thank you for all your assistance," Fuyumi said appreciatively. "Our children deserve better than what they've been getting from that group and Shizue."

"We understand," Mr. Nekozawa said. "We've started the process of taking nominations for new Board members. Notification will be sent to all parents by six o'clock this evening. The notice will contain information regarding nominations, the parent meeting, and voting."

Yuzuru stood behind Fuyumi and watched the expressions on the parents' faces. Most were a mixture of relief and indignation. He addressed the group, "Yesterday, those five and Shizue were served collection notices for the money they 'borrowed' from Ouran. Those loans were a clear violation of the charter. Ouran turned those debts over to a collection agency so it will not detract from Ouran's primary purpose of education. In addition, the vendors who were not being paid because of those loans, have turned their debts over to a collection agency as well. They have assured me that they will continue to do business with Ouran because I have given them personal guarantees that bills will be paid in a timely manner from now on."

"So Ouran is still in business?" one of the parents called out.

"Yes, it is. Though it may be under new management in the near future," Yuzuru stated, looking over at Fuyumi. "It will have a much better financial foundation going forward," Yuzuru assured them. "I know we all have busy lives but thank you for coming to our aid. We look forward to working with you all more closely in the future."

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