Chapter 732

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Chapter 732: His Father

Uncle Kyosuke’s health was in terrible condition.

After battling several Oracle Envoys in the “Pure Land,” his physical injuries were slowly healing, but the severe illness left by the calamity was worsening with the passage of time.

Every organ in his body was afflicted with disease, some more severe than others. Aside from going to the hospital and being prescribed a jumble of medications to forcibly suppress the symptoms, he had no other options…

If he were to lift the illusion of the “Misty Eyes” and reveal the true appearance of Yuzuri Takashi, one would find that his face had become several times more haggard than before, as if he had aged twenty years, showing signs of illness.

Uncle Kyosuke put away the medicine and glanced at the time.

“The release date for the new game is almost here. After we buy the game, let’s pick up some groceries on the way back and make curry pork cutlet for dinner.”

Curry pork cutlet?

Yuzuri Takashi’s eyes lit up, and he licked his lips, nodding obediently, “Sure! Uncle, your cooking is way better than nutritional supplements.”

Uncle Kyosuke smiled slightly, reaching out to pat his head, a look of fondness flashing in his eyes.

A few minutes later, Yuzuri Takashi ran out of the store, excitedly clutching the newly released game cartridge. His snow-white hair was tied back, glinting like it was edged with gold in the sunset. He waved at Uncle Kyosuke, who was walking behind him, like a simple, cheerful boy next door.

Yuzuri Takashi’s handsome appearance attracted the attention of girls wherever he went. They gathered in small groups, staring at him while whispering among themselves.

“That boy is so handsome!”

“Yeah, he’s even more handsome than the stars on TV. Could he be a celebrity too?”

“No way! If he were a celebrity that good-looking, I would have heard of him!”

“His white hair looks amazing. Is it real?”

“Of course, it’s a wig! What boy has hair like that? And didn’t you notice he’s wearing colored contacts?”

“He’s really handsome, but he’s too skinny. Is he malnourished?”

“…”

Under the dimming sunset, Uncle Kyosuke walked with a slightly unsteady gait, smiling as he watched the white-haired boy run ahead, cheerfully making his way down the street.

Behind them, two long shadows merged on the asphalt road, intertwining in the play of light and shadow.

About ten minutes later.

Yuzuri Takashi unlocked the door with a key, took off his shoes, and dashed into the rental apartment, eagerly turning on the TV and inserting the game cartridge into the device.

Meanwhile, Uncle Kyosuke carried the groceries into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to cook.

“Uncle, come sit with me! We’ve been waiting a long time for the sequel to this game, right? Let’s play for a bit before dinner!” Yuzuri Takashi connected two controllers, sat on the soft mat, and picked up one of the controllers, waving it at Uncle Kyosuke.

“You can play first. I’ll finish cooking, and then I’ll join you after dinner.”

Yuzuri Takashi shrugged, picking up his controller and starting to play.

Uncle Kyosuke stood in the kitchen, watching Yuzuri Takashi play alone, smiling helplessly.

Over the years, he had imagined Yuzuri Takashi’s personality countless times. After being a lab rat in the “Pure Land” for so long, he thought Yuzuri Takashi would be deeply affected, perhaps becoming dark or even extreme…

But he never expected that Yuzuri Takashi had simply turned into a gaming otaku, as pure as a blank slate.

Perhaps some people are born good, even in such a painful and desperate environment, they still hold a piece of pure land in their hearts, and games became the refuge for Yuzuri Takashi’s soul.

Without those games, Yuzuri Takashi might have gone insane, or perhaps grown into a terrifying figure with extreme personality traits…

For Yuzuri Takashi, games were not just games… they were his salvation.

Fortunately, games also became Uncle Kyosuke’s salvation.

Without games, it wouldn’t have been so easy for Uncle Kyosuke to get close to Yuzuri Takashi. Once he learned that Yuzuri Takashi was interested in games, Uncle Kyosuke immediately showcased his skills as a smooth talker, transforming himself into a seasoned gaming enthusiast, taking him on wild shopping sprees in Akihabara, quickly bridging the gap between them.

Of course, for a middle-aged man like Uncle Kyosuke, playing games could be tiring, especially staying up late to play.

But Uncle Kyosuke found joy in it.

Not because of the games themselves, but because sitting beside him, playing games together, was his son.

After a few minutes, two bowls of fragrant curry pork cutlet were brought out from the kitchen. Uncle Kyosuke, wearing an apron, wiped his hands on it and called out:

“Time to eat.”

Yuzuri Takashi, smelling the aroma, immediately felt hungry. He swallowed, put down his controller, and sat down at the table.

He picked up a piece of golden curry and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes instantly brightening.

“Uncle, your curry pork cutlet is really delicious,” Yuzuri Takashi said sincerely.

“Right? My daughter says the same thing,” Uncle Kyosuke replied proudly.

“Uncle, you have a daughter?”

“Yes, she’s your age, very well-behaved and smart.”

Yuzuri Takashi thought for a moment, “So you… are also a father?”

Uncle Kyosuke was taken aback, then smiled, “Of course.”

Yuzuri Takashi lowered his head, shoveling a few bites of rice into his mouth, as if deep in thought.

“What’s wrong?” Uncle Kyosuke asked when he noticed Yuzuri Takashi had fallen silent.

Yuzuri Takashi slowly spoke, “Before I came down, someone told me… my father is waiting for me. He’s been waiting for a long time and wants me to find him.”

“And then?”

“I asked him, what is a father?” Yuzuri Takashi paused, “He said a lot, like selfless, willing to give everything for me, tall and mighty… I said I didn’t understand.

Then he said,

When you meet that special man for you, don’t doubt it, that is your father.”

Uncle Kyosuke’s chopsticks froze in mid-air.

After a moment, he continued eating as if nothing had happened, “So now, what do you think of fathers?”

“I don’t know,” Yuzuri Takashi shook his head, “I’ve never met him, nor have I experienced what they call ‘fatherly love.’ To me, he might just be a stranger I encounter while waiting in line to buy a new game, just a fleeting passerby.

Moreover, I’ve been down here for so long, and that ‘father’ still hasn’t come to find me…

But that’s fine too; if he came, he would only interrupt our gaming.”

Yuzuri Takashi said with a smile.

Uncle Kyosuke was silent for a moment, “Then if he really comes, what will you do?”

Yuzuri Takashi thought for a moment, “If he really comes,

perhaps…

I would ask him if he wants to sit down and play a game together?”

Upon hearing this response, Uncle Kyosuke was stunned for a long time before a smile appeared on his lips:

“Let’s eat. After we finish, we can game all night.”