Detective Yamada wasn't having a good day.
Today, he had been assigned to investigate a bunch of high school students. It would have been a big blow to his prestige, if only they were just a bunch of high school students.
These students were from Shuchiin.
The students of Shuchiin all came form exemplary family backgrounds; one twitch of their finger could move the entire nation. They were de facto future of Japan. As such, their actions and behavior could decide the fate of the nation itself!
Undertaking such a task, who would argue against it? However, it wasn't really easy to do so.
Yamada was lucky that in the first phase of the investigation, there didn't seem to be any hurdles involved.
The current target of the investigation was a student named Hikigaya Hachiman.
Yamada read the preliminary files pertaining to his identity and could hardly believe it. How could someone with such a common background be involved with the most elite of Shuchiin students?
One might say kids were kids. However, such an attitude never presented in students where the status of their parents could decide their social hierarchy.
And now, with his own eyes, Yamada was watching something really unsettling.
Yamada saw him and the daughter of the Ryuju yakuza family sneak into an abandoned factory for some reason.
Yamada later found out that they were simply bypassing the abandoned complex, rather than detouring around, so they could reach the parking lot behind it more quickly.
What a bunch of mischievous brats. Still, their display of athletics was definitely amazing.
Yamada later reported it to the client, whose confidentiality was kept secure. Yamada had no doubt it was some top ranked people in the country, especially if they were willing to be at odds with the famous Ryuju group just to obtain information on an ordinary scholarship student.
That boy really was an enigma.
Yamada, miraculously, managed to follow the bike that the boy and the Yakuza princess rode all the way to Ryuju territory. For safety reasons, Yamada was forced to hide his high-resolution camera because Ryuju goons were everywhere!
Instead, he was using a much less conspicuous forehead camera built into the thick frames of his glasses. Its resolution wasn't exemplary, worse than most current generation smartphones, but its tiny size was truly revolutionary.
The entire frame was a piece of sophisticated recording equipment!
Much to his horror, his suspicions were right.
The lower ranked members of the Ryuju group were already waiting and then greeted the students two with the utmost respect.
At first, Yamada assumed it was mostly because the Heiress had just arrived. However, his assumptions were proven wrong seconds later when the boy handed over his motorbike key to one of the Yakuza members, who then took the bike away.
In another moment, another Yakuza member handed him a strikingly, unmistakable can of Georgia MAX brand coffee.
And not a moment later, from the basement the first yakuza returned with a similar, but slightly stockier, bike with a sidecar attached. Yamada wasn't familiar enough with a motorcycle to make a detailed observation, but he did recognize the Ryuju group emblem clearly emblazoned on the tank. Even more surprising, they gave Hachiman the key.
Indeed, the boy was respected even amongst the members of the Ryuju group! Yamada wasted no time taking photos to confirm the link between the boy and the Yakuza group to his client.
From the sound of it, the client was already suspicious. This report would only confirm their misgivings. "[I knew that brat was no good!]"
"Wait, the heiress is coming out," Yamada said.
Momo came out dressed in a casual-looking dress and skirt. Yamada frantically zoomed his glasses camera in as much as possible, the Boss' daughter, Ryuju Momo as the focus.
If only he could get closer...
But the situation was too risky. Better safe than sorry.
Momo grabbed a couple of briefcases from the trunk of a car nearby and opened one, showing off the contents. Yamada wasn't able to get an entirely clear visual, so he walked slightly closer, trying not to be too suspicious.
Firearms!
There was no doubt! Momo brought out a pistol from one of the cases, it's full metal body gleamed under the sun. She talked with Hachiman, and he nodded in approval when she brought out another gun, which looked like a military grade assault rifle.
These high school students were carrying firearms with them!
"[What?! What do you mean they're carrying firearms?! Are you sure it's not just some toys?!]"
"No. I see them clearly. They're all made of metal. Enough to arm an entire mob." Yamada reported, "There was no mistake. They even took it from one of the Ryuju group limousines!"
"[Giving out a bike is one thing, but firearms! The Ryuju group is over the line.]"
Yamada wondered about the boy's real identity? Arms dealer perhaps? Anything was possible. After all, a lot of Shuchiin students were quite well known as overachievers.
"Should we call the police?"
"[You don't have to worry, just keep it up and be careful. Retreat when necessary.]"
Yamada brought out his camera carefully, as the boy pulled up a sniper rifle from the final case and inspected it with an ominous grin on his face.
Yamada took a bunch of pictures as proof just in case and retreated back to his car.
Yamada followed the bike carefully, even going so far as slowing down at times to make sure to keep a safe distance.
"I wonder if they're going to sell these firearms." He pondered, his heart pounding loudly. This investigation might be completely out of his depth.
Maybe they weren't going to sell it.
Was it a secret assassination? Or maybe a raid against another, smaller gang?!
His client wasn't asking too much. If things got serious then Yamada could legally back out due to the clauses in his contract.
Yamada's hands shook and sweat began to flood his skin. What if he got caught? What would happen to him?
When he saw Hachiman speed up he frantically tried to keep up, but to no avail. The bike disappeared right around the corner and he couldn't even hear the sound of it as he opened the window to listen.
"They're gone."
"[What do you mean they're gon-]"
The voice of the client was cut off by the sound of a loud thud. Yamada almost lost the contents of his bowels when Hachiman purposely bumped the car's front wheel with the bike.
They knew.
They knew and had waited from around the corner to ambush him like poison snakes on an unsuspecting toad.
Momo pulled a pistol from the back of her skirt and then screwed a suppressor on the muzzle. If a grin could kill, then Yamada would be dead nine times over.
"Yo, uncle, can we borrow your camera?" Hachiman asked, "I wouldn't bother running, away if I was you, this is Ryuju territory after all."
However, Yamada mustered enough courage to try to bluff his way out of the situation. Yakuza or no, these are just kids.
"Rude, did your parents not teach you manners?" Yamada berated them, "I'm going to sue you for my car's damage!"
Yamada looked at the kids in front of him, analyzing their expressions. Hachiman's poker face was impenetrable, as if he was part of Mount Rushmore. An immovable mountain gazing upon the woods and puny animals!
As for the Yakuza Princess?
Momo just calmly slapped a magazine down the grip of the pistol and cocked it.
The sound of the metal springs was beautifully frightening. It seemed like a rattle through one's nerves and bones. Detective Yamada almost had a heart attack!
He should never have accepted this mission. He should have kept dealing with missing pets, cheaters, and stalkers instead!
With a heavy heart, Yamada handed his camera over.
Momo checked the contents thoroughly and then passed it to Hachiman. Almost all of the photos contained Hachiman, though some had Momo too.
"You're being targeted," Momo commented.
"Duh." Hachiman remarked, "I wonder who's targeting me. And for what reason?"
"Yo uncle, who sent you? And why?" Momo asked with a low tone. She clearly meant business.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you." Yamada shrieked.
"ID card then," Momo asked.
Yamada was so frightened he ended up handing over his driver's license and citizen identification number. This case really was beyond his paygrade!
Momo sent the photos of the ID cards through LINE to her men, along with a few questions. It didn't take too long to reveal that he was part of the Yamada Brothers Private Investigation Office, a small private detective group in Minato.
"He's just a small name detective from uptown."
"Seriously? Then it must not be something big." Hachiman concluded, "I'm going to be polite and ask. Are you here to pick a fight with the Ryuju group?"
"No, no! I was asked to find if there was an official relationship between you and the Ryuju group! That was it!"
"Really?" Hachiman raised his eyebrows, curious.
"Yes!"
"Is there any difference? Now you got me involved. So don't blame me for what misfortune might come." Momo quietly muttered, "You came to the wrong neighborhood."
"PLEASE SPARE ME! I SWEAR UPON MY FATHER I HAD NO BAD INTENTIONS!"
Hachiman and Momo had to pinch their noses when they smelled ammonia coming from inside the car. This guy really was annoying to deal with.
"How about you give him a break. I don't want to get charged as an accessory for murder." Hachiman commented.
"No, he knows too much."
"NOOOOOO!"
"I mean just send some people to check his office computer and archives. If he was legit investigating me, there's probably nothing important about your family included in there anyway." Hachiman argued.
"YES!" Yamada furiously nodded, tears and snot leaking from his facial orifices. "I SWEAR THERE'S NOTHING IMPORTANT THERE!"
"What about your family?" Momo asked in concern.
"My family is crystal clean and I have nothing to hide. If someone investigating me is serious, they would have everything in an hour." Hachiman said, "I'm a lot more worried if Komachi is being stalked though."
"I left some of my best men to guard her at school." Momo assured him, "If there was something important they were going to call me."
Hachiman was quiet for a moment before nodding in agreement, "Good."
"...I'm surprised, I'd figure you'd be more worried and quickly run for your sister's safety."
Because, though they had only gotten to know each other properly for a semester, Momo knew how emotionally-driven Hachiman was when it came to people's safety.
"Komachi isn't alone." Hachiman said, "She has Shinomiya with her."
Hachiman's cryptic reasoning did not hit Momo until later. Either way, Momo raised her gun right to Yamada's forehead, ready to pull the trigger.
Hachiman didn't even have a shred of sympathy as Yamada's horrified expression reflected on his dead fish eyes.
やはり, 彼らが望む告白は間違っている.
As expected, the Confession they want is wrong
Original Story by: Watari Wataru and Akasaka Aka
Written by: ZeroXSEED, Co-Writer/Editor: GoukaRyuu
Chapter 11 - Kaguya wants to relate...
Shinomiya Kaguya was anxious.
Everything was moving so fast it was almost like a blur, but mostly it was the shocking fact that Ryuju Momo had been audacious enough to bring a helicopter to school.
All for the sake of bringing the little sister of Hikigaya Hachiman here as fast as possible. If Kaguya were to do something like that her father would have grounded her for weeks!
Let's sort it out the events in chronological order.
Hikigaya Hachiman was supposed to join the Astronomy Club in their activities during spring vacation. He didn't want to leave his sister alone, so he had planned to bring her along. However, Momo was impatient and immediately picked her up and flew her in all the way from Chiba.
And now, Kaguya was being dragged into an incidental shopping trip. No plans. No preparation. Nothing but the suspiciously thick envelope in the hands of Hikigaya Komachi.
Kaguya tried to calculate the possible amount of money, but she assumed it should be around 200.000 yen?*
Unfortunately, she could not be more wrong. Her idea of how much cash was being carried was not at all accurate. Kaguya didn't even bring cash that often, and she had around ten 10.000 Yen notes in her wallet for emergency use.
But more important than that.
President's little sister would be here too!
Kaguya didn't like surprises. She didn't like to improvise. Her plans must be made meticulously and rehearsed with such clarity that there would be no points of failure.
Calm down Kaguya, you're smarter than this. If that's the case, then it's time to wake up from this slumber!
In desperation, Kaguya pulled something out of her pocket.
Glucose tablets!
Glucose tablets are sold at most apothecaries as a supplement for people with diabetes. Their main purpose is to jack up blood sugar levels in case of hypoglycemia.
Indeed, Shinomiya Kaguya was such a genius that she never used more than 60% of her consciousness to go through her daily life. Her mind could move so fast that she could run out of energy twice as fast as an average person! As a matter of fact, her body had a difficult time supplying her brain with the necessary nutrients.
Overloading her body with sugar might be the only option!
Kaguya's mind expanded to such a degree that it was like another dimension separated from reality was created. Here, stood four people, all with an identical face, but different physical characteristics.
They were all a manifestation of Kaguya's persona. In essence, they weren't entirely different personalities, just parts of Kaguya who were created as a way to adapt to extreme circumstances.
"Using such dangerous methods to solve something like this, are you an idiot?" One of the Kaguyas said. Her eyes were dead and lacked passion, and her hair was free without being tied up.
"In my defense this is an emergency." The normal Kaguya argued, "Just help us get through this!"
"Calm down, let's solve this conundrum with our best abilities." The smaller bodied Kaguya exclaimed, "First of all, we're going to meet President's little sister. What sort of impression should we make?"
"Hmm, it's obvious, isn't it?" The cold Kaguya swung her hair aside, "Make the strong impression of a cool big sister."
"Hehehehe, I think that would be a bad idea." Another Kaguya who have big doe eyes, and a flower coming out of her head, remarked. "We should make ourselves appear as friendly as possible."
"That might be nice and all, but going to extremes is a bit much?" The little Kaguya reminded, "We don't want to scare her after all. This is the first time we will be meeting her, and first impressions last forever."
"That's true. I guess approaching the normal way is better?" Normal Kaguya thought aloud, "Anyone disagree?"
"No." The three other Kaguyas replied.
"Then we should bide our time as we arrange our plan." The cold Kaguya proposed, "I don't want us to go in unprepared."
Back in the real world, Kaguya opened her eyes and smiled.
"Komachi-chan, isn't it?" Chika asked, "Do you plan to enter Shuchiin?"
"Komachi isn't too proud of it, but I'm not good at studying at all." Komachi shook her head, "Entering Shuchiin with a scholarship would be a pipe-dream, and entering without a scholarship would be unreasonable."
Well, at least the little sister knew her place. Kaguya remarked smugly. Not that she hated the girl's brother or anything. It was just that sometimes Hachiman could be overbearingly arrogant.
"I see. Hikigaya-san, where do you plan to enter?" Kaguya asked.
"Soubu Municipal High," Komachi said.
Chika pulled out her smartphone and commanded, "Siri, describe Soubu Municipal High."
The phone quickly displayed all the relevant information gathered from the search engine, particularly the highlights required. "It's actually one of the elite public schools in Chiba Prefecture."
Of course, it didn't compare to Shuchiin in the slightest. But, there was no need to be rude and mention that, was there? Just enrolling into a prefectural school would be a worthy achievement for someone born from an ordinary family.
Even more so for someone who was not confident in their academic talents. Such firm and realistic determination was laudable!
Meanwhile, Kaguya would use her mind to prepare everything for the President's little sister's arrival.
"To be honest, I feel kind of bad to involve Chika-san and Kaguya-san." Komachi scratched her chin, "It would be fine if it's just me and Kei-chan instead."
"Eh? Why?" Chika yelled. She really wanted to get to know her better.
"It's because-"
Komachi was interrupted by the voice calling her name, "Komachi-nee!"
"Ah, Kei-chan! Yahallo!"
"Yahallo!" The girl replied purely on reflex, "Nevermind about that! You came here so suddenly, I was shocked!"
"I blame Momo-san for that one." Komachi grabbed her, "Kei-chan did you grow taller again?"
"Ah, eh, I guess I did." The girl got a bit flustered.
Kaguya looked at the appearance of the girl that had just arrived. Her glossy light hair was long and kept in good condition. Her piercing blue eyes were extremely familiar to Kaguya, pretty much stabbing through her heart in a single glance.
The girl was almost as tall as Chika, though Chika was shorter than average, that would make Kei taller than most of her thirteen years old classmates. Overall, Kaguya could hardly believe that she was a middle school student. So cute, yet so cool at the same time.
No matter how you spun it, she was unmistakably President's little sister!
Awawawawawa! I'm not ready for this!
To shoot the general, shoot his steed first. To force a man to surrender, one should ensnare people around him. Acquaintances, friends, siblings, parents, and benefactors. Making good friends with his relatives leads to a relationship with the family.
A situation encouraging interaction with him...
Like, for example, them going on a trip together! Or maybe she would be invited to family dinner. And then-
"Right, Kaguya-neesan?"
Kaguya almost had a heart attack! Starving for familial love, the least she could do is to experience what it means to be a big sister!
Yes! Yes, that is it! I'll have this girl call me big sister!
"Ooh! Is that a form of new greeting! Yahallo, Kei-chan!" Chika waved.
"Yahallo, Chika-nee."
Kaguya felt like her mind shattered into pieces when she heard what little sister Shirogane called Chika. It was like the voice distorted as it kept echoing within the depths of her despair!
"Chika...nee?"
Kaguya's eyes blanked out as she desperately reached for her and asked, "Are you two...close?"
"Kei-chan and Moeha-chan are from the same year after all. Sometimes Kei-chan would spend the night at our house. We might be three years apart but we're best friends like you'd never imagine!"
"Nee!"
And so, they clapped their hands together.
Kaguya's face darkened beyond reasoning, and her ruby-like eyes began to glow in pure, astoundingly hot flames of jealousy!
So you've been carrying on like this behind my back, huh? Is that right? This is how Fujiwara-san steals everything I want. Greed, it's people like this whose very existence ruins the planet.
Cancer on the earth, how repulsive!
"Why don't you join us in our sleepover too, Kaguya-san?!" Chika asked.
"Of course I'll come!" Kaguya shamelessly smiled, her mood instantly brightening along with her opinion of Chika turning completely around!
Komachi smiled, looks like she had no place here either.
"Anyway, Komachi-nee, are you two already acquaintances?" Kei said, "This is the big sister of my friend at Shuchiin Middle."
"Yes, we are." Komachi nodded, "Fujiwara Chika-san the secretary."
"And this is..."
Kei just realized that she and Kaguya had never met before, and suddenly became awkward.
"I believe this is the first time we have met." Kaguya bowed, "My name is Shinomiya Kaguya, Vice President of the Shuchiin High Student Council."
"Shirogane Kei, Treasurer of Shuchiin Middle School Student Council." Kei politely bowed in response as well.
"I see, you're in the Student Council as well." Kaguya gave a friendly smile, "As expected from President's little sister."
"Ah, Komachi-nee is also part of the student council in her school." Kei excitedly pointed out.
"President of the Makuhari Nishi Middle Student Council, domo." Komachi grinned.
"Whoa, Komachi-chan is a president, huh? Amazing!" Chika praised.
"Ordinary Middle School Student Council is not that amazing. We still have significant oversight from teachers. That's why even the position of a President is not a big deal." Komachi dismissively waved, "In contrast, Shuchiin Student Council supports each other, and is more independent from adult influences. If anything, Kei-chan and everyone here is more amazing."
Kaguya was already starting to like this Komachi girl. She possessed a good attitude and a clear sight of the situation around her. Unlike her rude brother, Komachi definitely knew how to act properly.
That said, she shared the same brutal honesty of her brother, in a sense. Only, Komachi wasn't being arrogant about it. She wasn't trying to butter up to Shuchiin students at all by stating their differences. She was very much a real natural social being!
No, wait, don't get distracted. First of all, Kei should be her priority.
"Komachi-nee, you said you want to buy some clothes?"
"Well yeah that's the plan but well..."
"Komachi-chan said she doesn't want to go with us." Chika pouted.
"That's not what I meant." Komachi said, "I plan to go to Shimamura."
"What is 'Shimamura'?" Kaguya tilted her head.
People say ignorance is bliss, which applies as much in this situation as anything else! Shinomiya Kaguya never used commonly sold clothes in her entire lives. All of her clothing was high brand or custom made!
"I've heard about it from Moeha before, she said it was an uninteresting shop." Chika hummed.
Shimamura!
One of the largest clothing retail store chains in Japan, with 1300 branches all over the nation!
Though the items sold there are cheap and high quality, there was a massive stigma attached to the Shimamura name. Their line of products was considered bland and uninteresting!
Though in the past decade their products had improved in variety considerably. They had made a huge leap in the last couple of years by dealing in more trendy items for young girls and affordable items for babies!
For someone who was born and raised in a poor family, Kei would not have a problem going to Shimamura at all. However, Komachi was trying to be considerate toward these two highborn young ladies!
"Even normal girls from normal families are hesitant to go there." Komachi shrugged, "Komachi doesn't want to bother you."
Kei averted her eyes aside. Sometimes she always forgot that 99% of Shuchiin students came from rich families.
"Why are you so adamant to go to Shimamura?" Kaguya asked.
"Well my intention was to go camping. Thinking like this, you don't need to be super stylish but you really want your clothes to be both durable and disposable." Komachi raised a finger, "And I already have a lot of UNIQLO and HONEY items at home. So, might as well check out Shimamura Tokyo while I'm at it."
"I see, what do you think, Shirogane-san?" Kaguya asked.
"Shimamura isn't bad at all," Kei answered firmly, "Most of my clothes are from Shimamura and G.U. Moeha-chan doesn't like the store design, but even she wouldn't argue that the clothing isn't good."
Though she was rather embarrassed by it, she liked the store very much. Shimamura was the reason why Kei could stay stylish in spite of her family's economic suffering.
"Then we should go!" Chika raised her fist, "I have no problem with it at all!"
"Shopping trip isn't it? But Fujiwara-san, we're not allowed to loiter with our uniforms on." Kaguya smiled.
"Shuchiin is really strict." Komachi grimaced.
In Japan it was rare for schools to forbid students from wearing their school uniform in public places like on shopping streets or in karaoke or movie theaters.
In fact, some schools actively encouraged students to wear their uniforms, even on weekends. The reasoning would be that so the school can keep a tab on the students' activities.
The few that usually did discourage students from loitering in uniform did so more than anything else because it added a layer of hassle to hanging out with friends or lovers after school.
"Well technically there's no such rule in Shuchiin either, it's just that our uniforms are eye-catching." Chika pointed out, "And Kaguya-san has always been asked to minimize the attention given to her in public. Though, my father is the same way."
"Almost everyone in Shuchiin comes from elite families, so it can't be helped." Komachi sighed and shrugged, "I almost pity Oniichan sometimes."
"Don't worry, I'll have a drone deliver a change of clothes, so let's just return to the Council Room as we wait." Kaguya smiled, "Pardon me for being presumptuous, but I'm guessing my clothes would fit Shirogane-san as well. As for Hikigaya-san, can you tell me your sizes? I might have something from my older collections that fit."
Komachi was much shorter than Kei by a fair margin. This was not so much a demerit to her as more the fact that Kei was taller than other girls of her age. Almost as tall as Chika, who was only slightly shorter than average sixteen years old girl.
Had Kei started to wear a Shuchiin High uniform no one would be able to tell the difference at all! If anything, Kei calling Komachi a big sister sounded much weirder!
Indeed! Using this psychological tactic of being a generous friend, she would make sure Kei would get attached to her.
"Komachi-chan doesn't have to be worried, I already called a limo from home to deliver a change of clothes!" Chika hugged the younger girl happily, "I'm sure my clothes would fit well!"
"Komachi apologizes for causing trouble." Komachi sighed and nodded. These girls literally asking for special delivery...just for a change of clothes? Suddenly, the idea of Momo using a helicopter to fetch Komachi from Chiba didn't sound too out of place.
And Hachiman had to deal with THIS on a daily basis?
"Might as well, have some drinks while we wait. What kind of coffee do you prefer? Or do you like tea?" Kaguya offered.
"I'd like my coffee black," Kei said.
"I'd like three cubes of sugar inside, please," Komachi said.
Whoa, even their taste in coffee is identical to their brothers!
Meanwhile, outside the school gate the members of Ryuju group and Shinomoya Household guards stared at each other awkwardly and quietly.
"...Good afternoon." One of them said to break the ice.
"...Pleased to work with you." The other side replied.
And they became quiet again as they waited for the people who they supposed to guard, slightly more relaxed than before.
...
Detective Yamada sat stiffly in his car seat, trying to relax. His face was deathly pale and on his damp lap smelled of piss, the broken remnants of his camera and glasses were scattered about him.
He had thought he was going to die when Momo pulled the trigger, but when he heard a loud hiss and got stung on his forehead, he felt a bit strange.
Breaking through the frame of his glasses was a plastic ball, of roughly 6mm millimeters. The average Japanese person would know this as a plastic BB bullet commonly used in an airsoft gun.
So it was a toy after all!
"Next time we meet again like this, this won't be a toy." Momo said, "I'm not going to be as lenient because I'm nice, I'm going to be lenient because Hachiman asked me to. If my people can't find anything dangerous in your office, then the Ryuju family will leave you alone."
If Ryuju Momo was a merciless demon queen, then Hikigaya Hachiman must be a merciful Buddha! His calm and collected face was truly enduring, spreading love and peace all over the world!
However, Yamada could vaguely recall the one time that his words sounded like a real threat, "Of course, if anything happens to my sister..."
Yamada could hardly imagine it, so he immediately made a call to his client.
Meanwhile, across the city, the client in question sat in his office, pondering, with various papers scattered over his table.
That client being Minister of the Left, Fujiwara Daichi.
The papers scattered on his table all contained information on the Hikigaya Family.
The files and archives were so ordinary that he felt like he was about to fall asleep as he read through them. Neither the parents nor the children had an amazing background, at least by Shuchiin standards.
The only noteworthy incident involving the family was something that happened years prior. The father was swindled out of his money, something involving an art investment scam and trapped in a couple of years worth of debt.
A temporary demotion had followed as he lost his pace as a producer. The family was on the verge of divorce before, but otherwise, there was nothing that really stood out. It was truly a tragedy of the commoners. In fact, he could only feel pity.
Honestly, there were so many ways for Daichi to make them suffer. However, if he were to be petty enough to prosecute them just because of their son's ignorant nature, the Fujiwara Ancestors would be ashamed.
He would have to think of a better way. Something that wouldn't make his daughter mad at least.
The result of Today's battle: Minister Fujiwara's loss!
* ~$1786 USD