Honestly, Zeno isn't lying he swears, he didn't come to visit this place because he couldn't handle a stressed out 12-year-old Kiriga.

Honest.

Well, that may have contributed to the reason. But! The main reason is to investigate the Ryumaki house, the one he had his childhood in this world. Or at least the area it had existed in.

Zeno had arrived to the actual area just now, and it has changed too much. What is left of the previously beautiful field of wisteria trees was the only thing that alerted Zeno to the fact the he was indeed where his childhood home had been in 1600s.

When Zeno had been just 7 his pregnant mother had carried Zeuxis and led Zeno here. It was just next to the house and the field of wisteria was large. There had been more than hundreds of trees. It was one of Zeno's favorite spots and mother had often come here to just spend time or braid one of her children's hair.

Mother is humming, and Zeno can see Zeuxis chasing a butterfly between the trees. The rich violet color was bleeding everywhere and Zeno can feel mother gently tug at his hair.

Hinoe is sleeping in Zeno's arms and he instinctually rocks his arms more gently if the 1-year-old stirs. Mother's hand sweeps by and takes the wisteria she had Zeno pick earlier. Zeno concentrates on observing Hinoe as mother weaves the flowers into his hair.

Zeno knows mother is done when she gives out a satisfied hum and pats Zeno on the shoulder for him to turn around. He does so, handing Hinoe back to mothers waiting arms. She smiles gently at him, eyes warm and full of affection.

She leans Hinoe onto one arm and lift the other up. Holding it and gently placing it on his cheek. She smiles before opening her mouth to talk-

"̷̣͐̀Ģ̵̢̻͉͚̙̺̲̮̜͔̼͔̰̲̋̏̍̅̔͐́́̈̕o̷͉̖͙͍̳͑̉͆̎̏͋̇͛n̸͎̫̝̽̂́͜Ể̵͇̩̩͎̙̩͚͛͌̋̽̈̐̎̃ͅd̶̢͔̪̬̜̰̰͕̞̩͚̗̹͍̉̆̏̓̎̈́̍̽͛̾̄̅̅͘͝E̷̼̩͕̠͉̮̬͑̔͠ͅa̵̞̗̪̠̒̿̾̎̃̈̓͂̿͊͝Ḑ̸̘̭̺̲̥̥͕͍̣͙͎̗͂̚Ȃ̸̢̛̹̞͔̯̊̓̐ĺ̴̨̢̡̛͇̺͕͕͙͊̀̚͘͜O̶̢͉̻̼̣͇̥̹̥͓̎̓̒͆̅̍̈́̋͗͝͝n̸̡͓͊̽̓̀͘͝͠Ḛ̶̹̼̮̠̱̙̎̅̃̌̉͝l̵̖̈̆̀͗̈́̎͝E̴̢̘̗̺̬̦̠̪̳̞̾̃͊̍̇̾̏͜F̵̡͕̟̻̱̘̙̚͜͝t̵̝͎͔̪̻̣̤̯̻͔͛ḇ̸͚͙̯͎͎̯͑̊̊E̷̤̳͖͎͉̦̹̠͓̬͉̬͖̝͛̾̀̓͆͗̋̌̀̊̋̊͘ḩ̴̢͙͓̼̠̭͇̝̞̭͖̈͛̈́̿͘͝ͅị̵̤̮̮̹͚̄̇̔͆Ņ̶̢̺̄͒͆͌D̴̛̹̺̼̰̀̆̽̈͛͘̕͜͝"̶̗͔̇͛͌̋̑

Well.

Zeno had really liked to relax there.

Zeno holds up his arm and slides the hand over the tree. Now there was only around ten trees left.

As for the house, there wasn't even signs there had been a house there. It was an empty paved road leading to the village now.

But the village is still mostly intact. It looked kind of similar. Of course there was differences since it wasn't the 1600s anymore so it was a bit more modernized than Zeno had been used to.

Zeno had then wandered to the village where a celebration was just being held. A helpful man by the name of Shinazugawa Saburo had said it was for the Nakahara family's newborn daughter, Shizu.

Saburo himself was apparently happy with it because he had a son named Hikoshi born just 2 years ago. Meaning since they were similar ages they were most likely going to get a arranged marriage between them. Saburo was friends with the father of Shizu so they had already been talking engagement if the child would be a girl.

Zeno could immediately recognize that Shizu was most likely going to be the mother to the Shinazugawa brothers of the story. And Hikoshi the father.

Which was both ironic and extremely sad. Hikoshi meant respectable in many of the ways to write it and Zeno knew this 2 year is going to become a despicable man.

And he can do nothing to change it.

If his mental math is correct Shinazugawa Sanemi should be born in around 20 years.

All the more reason to avoid this village.

O̸t̵h̶e̷r̷ ̴t̶h̵a̴n̷ ̵t̷h̴e̷ ̵H̶a̶u̴N̶t̸i̸N̶g̷ ̴m̷e̵m̴o̷r̷i̷e̵s̶