Just when Muira Furukawa thought he was going to die, he was suddenly saved and was brought to a yacht. He coughed up the seawater he choked on before he wipes his face with the towel he was given by one of the people on the yacht. He looked around and almost immediately, he paled when he saw a familiar face in the crowd... It was-
"Takeru!" He gasped as he tried to scramble up from the floor and it was late when he remembered that he was paralyzed on half of his body. He hurriedly looked up and saw his nephew looking down on him with a deadpan look on his face. It wasn't the usual bright face that the boy gives him before, but he didn't pay attention to it too much.
"Y-You child! Why are you on this yacht? N-No, Where is the owner? I will personally thank them." He said and looked at the teen who didn't answer his inquiry and instead started to badmouth him instead.
