Chapter 44: All I did was say my na, why are you kneeling!?
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Steady, calm, and unruffled. That was the impression Michirou Juumonji got from the boy he knew as Seigo Harano.
Even now, he remained unsure about what attitude he should take with this youth.
If the boy was truly soone with mystical powers, he would be willing to treat him extravagantly, but it wasn’t absolutely confird yet, and… since this boy was invited here successfully, that lowered the chances he was a mystical ability user.
Michirou believed that it would be incredibly difficult to successfully invite a real person with mystical powers.
As mystical ability users were arrogant and haughty, they would look down on ordinary people, which included their mafia group. It was doubtful that they would even want to be seen associating together with them… at least on the surface.
When Michirou heard that the invitation was successful and this boy had agreed to et him, Michirou actually frowned and lowered his expectations.
The developnt he expected was that if the boy had been a mystical ability user, Kaede would be rejected, perhaps even warned and threatened, and he would ultimately have to personally invite the boy in the most polite and formal manner.
But the current situation was completely different from what he anticipated, so he felt like there was a lower chance that this boy was a mystical ability user…In other words, it was a delicate situation.
After eting him personally, Michirou could tell that the boy was quite self-assured.
So, was this boy a mystical ability user or not?
Michirou Juumonji felt helpless when faced with these types of uncertain situations.
So, when the boy directly asked him what he wanted to discuss, he contemplated the situation at lightning speed in his mind while ntally frowning. In the end, he decided to use the direct approach.
"What I’d like to discuss is strongly connected with your identity… Could you tell who you really are?"
‘Who I really am?’ Seiji raised his eyebrows.
"You haven’t investigated?"
"No, we haven’t done a deep investigation of you. We only know that your na is Seigo Harano, and that you recently transferred to Genhana High School as a first-year student… We know that you have so connection to the student council president there, Natsuya Yoruhana… as well as the fact that you’re far more adept at martial arts than any normal person. That’s the full extent of our information," Michirou inford Seiji calmly.
"You invited over with just this knowledge?"
"We considered the fact that you might be a person with mystical powers, so it would be rude of us to pry with a deeper investigation. We’re inviting you with sincerity, not because we wish to do harm to you."
The room remained silent for a while.
‘I thought that they’d be able to find everything out about already in such a short ti… It turns out they didn’t even bother to investigate deeply; they only invited over because they were certain that I was the masked person,’ Seiji thought to himself, ‘well, that would only be normal as the martial arts abilities I showed off that night were incredulous.’
Honestly, Seiji didn’t expect either that his fighting ability would beco so ridiculous imdiately after activating the [Fighting] card—he felt almost as if he had beco the main character of a fighting video ga.
Just kidding. He still wasn’t as outlandish as a fighting ga character would be in real life, but if he kept increasing his strength through his system, maybe reaching that level would actually be achievable. Co to think of it, he would soon have access to a technique called [Bullet Ti]…
‘Cough cough, let’s stop getting sidetracked—after all, there’s a mafia boss sitting across from !’ Seiji stopped himself from going off on a tangent.
"My true identity… even though it’s nothing special, I hope that you guys won’t spread it around," Seiji said in a normal tone of voice as he gazed directly at Michirou Juumonji.
"Seigo Harano is a fake na—my real na is… Seiji Haruta."
Haruta… after taking a few seconds to absorb it, Michirou’s gaze towards him instantly changed!
"Haruta… Are you talking about the Haruta from the ‘Seven Great Families…’"
‘The Seven Great Families?’ Seiji blinked, and he recalled that Natsuya Yoruhana ntioned this phrase before, so he nodded in confirmation.
Michirou’s entire expression distorted. This boy claid that his real family na was "Haruta," and acknowledged being from one of the Seven Great Families… Could he be lying? Michirou didn’t think that was the case… since he couldn’t detect any telltale signs of lying from this boy at all. As the leader of the Juumonji Group, he was quite confident in his own judgent regarding other people!
Not only that, considering the out-of-the-ordinary skill in martial arts that this boy displayed, even if he wasn’t a person with mystical powers, he would definitely have so connection with those that did and know about them. Anyone that knew about mystical powers would understand the true aning of the family na "Haruta," and would also comprehend the scary end he would et if he falsely claid to be from the Haruta family!
Michirou honestly admitted to himself that even if he had ten lives, he wouldn’t dare to falsely claim the Haruta na. Those people were far above ordinary mortals, and anyone that stained the honor of their family na like that would be punished with a fate in hell far worse than death! The existence of a scamr that could falsely masquerade as a "Haruta" without changing expression was completely impossible!
So the answer was obvious. Michirou Juumonji broke out into a cold sweat.
He maintained his seiza position, but backed away three steps.
"I’m so incredibly sorry…" With a flourish of his oversized sleeves, he placed both hands on the ground and formally kowtowed to Seiji!
"You were actually an important mber of the Haruta family… Everything we’ve done before has been overly disrespectful to you; I deeply apologize and hope for your forgiveness!"
Seiji was astounded. What the hell, all he did was say his na—why was this guy suddenly kneeling and kowtowing to him!?
By the way, were all mafia mbers so used to doing such gestures!? His movents seed too practiced!!
After remaining in a state of shock for a dozen seconds, Seiji finally recalled the words that Natsuya Yoruhana told him before—he had received the impression back then that his family was incredibly powerful. The original Seiji didn’t have any relevant mories about how powerful his family was, so even Natsuya’s explanation didn’t leave much of an impression on Seiji originally.
Only now did Seiji realize the true might of the "Haruta" na. It was ridiculous!
Just saying it out loud could scare a mafia boss into such an action…
‘Oops, he’s already been in that pose for quite a while.’
"Juumonji-san, none of this is necessary, so please get up first." Seiji forced himself to speak as calmly as possible, "Even though I’m from the Haruta family… I was exiled from my family, so there’s no need for you to be so tense."
‘Exiled from his family? A boy who was able to single-handedly defeat one-third of the mbers in the Juumonji group by himself with a single punch each ti, including Furu-chan who was ard with a gun, not to ntion my own son who’s the number one fighter in our group? He… he’s only soone who was chased out of his family!?’ Michirou, who only had a blurry impression of the "Haruta" family na before, instantly felt what he imagined to be the family’s terrifying nature!
If soone who was exiled from his family had such power, what about a mber of the main Haruta family? Perhaps just a single person could easily destroy the entire Juumonji group!
After coming to this realization, Michirou Juumonji had a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"No… even if you… have so special circumstances, you’re still a ‘Haruta,’ for people like that are part of the underground society, we must look up to your existence." He slowly raised his head. "I’m truly… truly apologetic for everything that we’ve put you through."
Okay, having been apologized to so many tis, Seiji was beginning to feel awkward.
"I’ll accept your apology, so no need to keep repeating it." He scratched his face. "Seeing your behavior… I think I don’t need to explain anything further about my real identity, so… just what was it that you wanted to discuss with ?"
"Before that, please allow to show you the courtesy of the Juumonji group." Michirou Juumonji bowed again, then lifted his arms and clapped his hands. Instantly, two young and beautiful won wearing traditional Sakura Island clothing entered the room. One woman was holding a large tray that contained many small plates filled with a dazzling array of desserts, while the other woman had a tray with a teapot, teacups, tea leaves, stirring spoon… and so on. After the two of them entered, they kneeled by the table and placed the plates on the table one by one. After placing the dessert tray on the table and the tea items next to Michirou, they bowed and left wordlessly.
"Allow to make so tea for you. Please enjoy so desserts first." Michirou indicated to Seiji.
Seiji could tell that Michirou Juumonji definitely didn’t seem to harbor any ill intentions towards him, and even seed to respect him a little too much, so he relaxed his guard slightly as well, stopped exchanging pleasantries, and picked up so sweets that caught his eye.
‘Mm, delicious! They were probably made by a skilled baker—the taste is even better than what the Divine Taste confectionery store produces. Well, after all, the store mass-produces sweets in bulk.’
A thought suddenly popped into Seiji’s mind: how good would the desserts that Rika Amami personally baked with care taste? Not only was she the owner and store manager, all the desserts in their store were personally designed by her.
As an employee working in the front, he’d never had the opportunity to taste her cooking before. Most likely only those working in the kitchen would have that chance. Seiji thought about all this as he tasted the sweets laid out before him.
anwhile, Michirou Juumonji was doing sothing with the tools to make tea that Seiji didn’t really understand. He boiled so water, added tea leaves, and stirred… All his actions seed serious as he went about the tea ceremony.
‘This probably isn’t a real tea ceremony… It’s just enough to act pretentious and fool so young girls into falling in love with him, if he had actually been a college professor,’ Seiji casually thought.
After so smooth and pretentious… no wait, tea ceremony actions, Michirou held a cup of hot tea in his hand for Seiji to take.
This was the first ti that Michirou had ever respectfully offered such a young person a cup of tea personally brewed by him; even his own children had never received this from him before!
Michirou didn’t think of all this as insulting at all, but rather considered it his honor to do so. That was because there was a "Haruta" in front of him!
Even if Seiji was exiled from his family… no, Michirou received this opportunity exactly because Seiji was exiled from his family.
This was the answer to his earlier doubts. He assud Seiji wasn’t as arrogant as he expected and agreed to the invitation because he had been chased out of his family.
Otherwise, he might not ever get the chance to et soone with mystical powers during his entire lifeti!
"Please, have so tea."
"Oh… thank you."
Seiji took the teacup and carefully took a sip.
"Mm, this tastes nice… It’s good tea."
Michirou Juumonji smiled faintly at hearing Seiji’s complint. He inwardly considered this to be the most glorious mont of his life.
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