Chapter 769

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Chapter 769: Cemetery

Under the gray, overcast sky, a light rain fell continuously.

The sound of wooden clogs clattering against the ground echoed as three figures walked along the damp bluestone path, each holding a red paper umbrella, making their way toward the distant cemetery.

The appearance of these three individuals immediately drew the attention of everyone visiting the cemetery to pay their respects.

They turned to look at the three figures and began to discuss quietly among themselves.

In this cemetery, filled with people in black suits, solemn and dignified,

the three individuals, dressed in black and red, blue and gray, and yellow and white floral yukatas, walked side by side under their red umbrellas. Behind them, the logo of the Black Wutong Club was printed, with two lines of large text written below in white marker:

— The Black Wutong Club welcomes you!

— Starting tomorrow, all drinks will be 5% off!

The text written in white marker had already faded, and the contact number and address of the club below it were completely illegible. However, even if they could see it, there would only be a desolate ruin left.

The Black Wutong Club was destined to exist only in the past because the man who supported this establishment had already left forever.

The three figures passed through the public cemetery, walking along the path lined with falling cherry blossoms, heading deeper inside. This cemetery was divided into two circles: the outer circle was a public cemetery, while the inner circle was a private cemetery reserved for specific families.

The arrangements and environment of the private cemetery were clearly much better than those outside.

The three of them stopped simultaneously.

In the distance, within the private cemetery, figures dressed in black kimono adorned with cherry blossoms were gathered at the outer circle, their heads bowed as if mourning something.

These were all members of the Kazamatsuri family.

In the core area of the private cemetery, before a grand and solemn tombstone, a white-haired boy stood side by side with a black-haired girl.

The girl was two heads shorter than the boy, appearing particularly petite. She wore a solemn black kimono, her hair pinned up with a cherry blossom hairpin, and her delicate, fragile face was streaked with tears.

In her hand, she clutched an opened envelope, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Dad…” Yuzuriha Na pressed her lips together, her eyes red. She crouched down and gently caressed the cold tombstone. “I haven’t given you and little brother a good life yet… Why did you have to leave…”

Yuzuriha Na crouched on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

This cemetery was reserved for her using the financial power and status of the Kazamatsuri family; very few people in Japan could enjoy such treatment… But at this moment, her heart was filled only with endless sorrow.

She had become the head of the Kazamatsuri family to ensure that she, along with Yuzuriha Kurotetsu and Yuzuriha Takashi, could live a life free from worry, so her father wouldn’t have to struggle for a living, and her brother could go to school happily like other children his age…

Now she had everything; she could provide her father and brother with the life they desired.

But now, all of this could only be exchanged for a tombstone and a spacious cemetery.

This was not what she wanted.

“Sister…”

Yuzuriha Takashi looked at Yuzuriha Na, who was curled up in a ball, opened his mouth, and hoarsely said, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I couldn’t save Dad…”

Yuzuriha Na wiped away her tears and shook her head, her disheveled hair swaying gently with her movement.

She stood up, looked at the boy who was much taller than her, stood on her tiptoes, and reached out her hand as if to touch his head, but could only reach his chin at most.

Yuzuriha Takashi was taken aback and slowly crouched down.

Yuzuriha Na’s small hand gently stroked Yuzuriha Takashi’s white hair, and through her tear-streaked face, she managed to squeeze out a smile:

“It’s not Takashi’s fault. You’ve done very well… Just being able to stand here healthy, Dad would be very happy.”

“But…” Yuzuriha Takashi wanted to say something more.

“Dad has worked so hard for us for so many years. Now he’s just tired; he just misses Mom.” Yuzuriha Na turned to look at the tombstone. “We can’t selfishly keep Dad by our side… After all, we’ve grown up, haven’t we?”

Yuzuriha Takashi remained silent for a long time before nodding heavily.

“Takashi.”

“What is it, sister?”

“Dad is gone, so from now on, I will take care of you in place of Dad.” Yuzuriha Na looked at him with tearful yet smiling eyes. “Don’t think that just because I’m shorter than you, I’m not capable~”

Yuzuriha Takashi stared blankly at Yuzuriha Na’s smile, and for some reason, a warm feeling surged in his heart…

Perhaps this was what Dad meant by… family affection.

“Mm.” Yuzuriha Takashi smiled slightly. “I believe in you, sister.”

While they were talking, the three figures in floral yukatas had already passed by the Kazamatsuri family members and arrived before the tombstone.

“Brother Shichiya, Brother Amamiya, Brother Kogane.” Yuzuriha Na was slightly taken aback upon seeing them. She quickly wiped away all her tears and stood before the tombstone, bowing respectfully to the three. “Did you come to see Dad?”

Yuzuriha Takashi didn’t understand the etiquette, but he still followed Yuzuriha Na and bowed.

“Mm.” Amamiya Haruki closed his umbrella and nodded. “We also came to pay our respects to Uncle Kyosuke.”

Lin Shichiya looked at Yuzuriha Na with concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Yuzuriha Na shook her head. “You don’t need to worry about me, Brother Shichiya. I’m already an adult.”

Lin Shichiya stared at her for a long time before responding with a sound of acknowledgment.

Kogane crouched down and gently touched the tombstone, deep sadness reflected in his eyes.

Although he was merely the soul of the blade “Mist Eye,” he had been by Yuzuriha Kurotetsu’s side for a long time. Yuzuriha Kurotetsu had never treated him merely as a blade soul. Even at the Black Wutong Club, Yuzuriha Kurotetsu had arranged a separate room for him to rest, paid him a salary, and cooked for him…

In Yuzuriha Kurotetsu’s eyes, Kogane was more like a junior.

Many times, it wasn’t him protecting the blade master, but rather Yuzuriha Kurotetsu protecting him.

So today, no matter what, he had to come to bid farewell to Yuzuriha Kurotetsu in the form of a “human”…

The three of them paid their respects at Yuzuriha Kurotetsu’s tomb for a long time, and by the time they left the cemetery, the sky had already darkened.

Lin Shichiya and Amamiya Haruki walked side by side on the road.

Kogane had already returned to “Mist Eye,” held in Lin Shichiya’s hand.

Before leaving this world, Yuzuriha Kurotetsu had personally placed “Mist Eye” by Yuzuriha Takashi’s bedside, but in the letter, he specifically instructed that this blade was meant for Lin Shichiya.

This was a promise he had made with Lin Shichiya.

After a long while, Lin Shichiya and Amamiya Haruki arrived at the entrance of the club.

“I should be leaving now,” Lin Shichiya said slowly.