The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
9. Feeding Lust
“Why should I come with you?” grunts Yuka.
“Back if you don't want to,” Ryuji said without turning his head.
“Let's somebody get angry.”
“Go as you please, and later we'll be back together.”
But the woman did not immediately move from there, she only sighed violently, looked at her brother panted, and had the desire to throw him a pebble that was on the side of the road. They saw all the places where the victims were found, down the river, watching the fields, and all their movements could not be separated from the sight of others especially the women to look at his older brother. He realized that there were girls following him wherever they went, so he deliberately made his distance closer to Ryuji.
Feeling Yuka was too clingy, Ryuji asked, “what happened to you?”
“Have money?”
Not the answer Ryuji expected, but he still answered Yuka's question, “punya, why?”
Suddenly his wrist was pulled by Yuka, and ran together. Until he heard the sound of some people sighing in annoyance, and cursed his sister because she seemed to have been taken away. The escape was initially guided by Yuka finally balanced Ryuji, their behavior can not be separated from the view of someone who felt they were like a child running towards the market as if to buy candy apple, candy apple, unfortunately the kids have transformed into adults, and going to a clothing kiosk— is more needed than sweet food.
Enough surveillance, time to get out to meet them. Yuka is busy choosing the robe fabric, and Ryuji must relentlessly comply with her younger sister's wishes.
“It's better.”
“Nak, why did you cover her her her herd?”
“Grandma, he's too flashy, and it could threaten the work of people who freeze for just wanting to see him.”
Yashuhiro smiled at the youngest's reason, but he had to bring them back because he wanted to solve the problem immediately, even though he actually wanted to listen further to Yuka's conversation which was criticized by Grandma the owner of the fashion stall.
The Kazuya brothers had just gotten off the horse carriage, immediately greeted warmly by a person with the status of Fusae's butler. Take them to the room where the host is waiting.
The butler named Yutaka Tamotsu opened the sliding door—let them enter. Stiff shades, Big Master Fusae sat down while sucking on a cigar. The grizzled man only said so for the formality of receiving guests only, until Yuka's existence behind the eldest brother created a twinkle in the eye. It was as if the female was unraveling soot, the owner of pomegranate-red eyes, and the slender body that walked following her brother was a chalice. As hard as it is to get it, the cup must be his.
“Oh, white snake!” someone screeched from the sliding door that had opened, breaking the reverie of the head of the family.
“Where is your modesty, Katsuo?!” and finally Mr. Fusae rebuked his son to bow his head while apologizing for his disrespectful behavior, then sat down to join them without taking his eyes off the middle child Kazuya. While the one who was stared at tried indifferently resisted the sense of anger because every movement was observed, starting from the time he drank the tea, asking the availability of echinacea flowers that have benefits to ward off inflammation, which is very important, and the effects of free radicals that risk damaging the body's cells. Ashitaba leaves as a booster of endurance, also for hair health, and goji fruit as a helper to relieve stress, inhibit premature aging, and improve sleep quality. All the plants requested are drugs for immunity because he is believed to suffer from disorders of the gland to cause his hair loss of dye. Until the pale young man appealed the price.
“I want to play with you,” pinta Katsuo at the end of the conversation.
“Central son Kazuya,” replied Big Lord Fusae's son.
“Terup to you,” concluded the host. I just need the youngest Kazuya, his inner self hides the satisfaction because his son's desire allows him to linger with Yuka.
Yashuhiro caught Yuka's face from the tail of her eyes, he understood that the expressionless face was actually overflowing with emotions, be patient, My sister.
Sometime later, in the backyard of Fusae's residence, Katsuo comes face-to-face with Ryuji, bowing respectfully to each other. While Yuka stood between Yashuhiro on the left side, and host Fusae on her right side. The butler gave the trident to Young Master Fusae's request, another thing with Ryuji wanting to use the one-eye spear.
“Games can use spiritual abilities, ending when there is a drop of blood,” explains Katsuo.
“Good, I agree.”
“Then, attack me first, because you are younger than me,” said Fusae's only son made Ryuji raise his left eyebrow, “I am 2 years older than your brother,”.
Instead of giving an answer, the boy 7 years younger than the son of the largest farm owner in Matsuko attacked as he wished, lucky to be held back despite being surprised at the speed of the pale-looking young man, to be honest, Katsuo is a bit overwhelmed to resist the urge, so thinking of a quick way like incriminating himself to make Ryuji almost hit him before he finally kicked Kazuya's middle child.
Now, when he attacks, aiming his spear eyes at the co-star, Ryuji is lucky to avoid all haphazard attacks until his trident makes a mark on the boulder. Since only Katsuo had advanced to attack him blindly, and Ryuji did not want to just avoid him, it was by accident planned to end the game by receiving an attack, and getting a wound in the shoulder.
Katsuo grinned, “now your opponent is Master Yutaka.”
“My brother is already injured, the game should be finished,” sounds anxiety at the intonation of his voice.
“So he didn't show his ability because I always attacked him, now I want to see him fight in earnest.”
Master Fusae Katsuo enters the fighting area, Ryuji throws his spear, bows down on each other in a form of respect, then puts up the horses. Yutaka attacks first with a faster movement than Ryuji, but it is not time to be surprised because there are hands clenched to the jaw, and luckily Ryuji managed to dodge, the blow missed, and the, and replace the middle child Kazuya kicked.
“You are quite good at training your Brother, Young Master Kazuya,” Katsuo praised to Yashuhiro.
“Thank you, she has natural ability, I only help to hone it.”
“Successfully educate others, but Adik himself is thrown elsewhere,” Yuka murmurs slowly but still can be heard by the person on the left side.
“You still don't understand too?” without turning his attention to Ryuji and the butler who turned the martial will into a sword competition.
Ryuji held Yutaka's sword. Unexpectedly, from the corner of his eye he saw his opponent take a sharp object pointed at his neck, and the shock made an stimulation that caused Yutaka to retreat to hold his right hand. Something that flowed from the sharp weapon as an intermediary, and it stung to the point of almost burning the flesh and making the sword belonging to the butler crack.
