"So that's how it is. — Ohayashi Dai, a tall, statuesque man of forty-two years old, was receiving a report from his son's bodyguard at his beloved rock garden. — Well, at least now I don't have to worry about it. The perfect time for a first night with a woman. What do you have on this guy, Jiro?
Kato Jiro, the head of the security service of the Ohayashi clan and concurrently the head of the Kato clan, bowed slightly and began the report:
— Sakurai Shinji, sixteen years old. Since the age of ten, he has been living alone, on money sent by his parents. He graduated from high school among the best. He was not a member of any circles, has the rank of a Student in hand-to-hand and firearms combat. In fights at the same time is not noticed. Conflicts with peers, like most teenagers, were, but there were no fights. Despite the absence of his parents nearby, after graduating from high school, he managed to get a permit to carry firearms. He is smart, friendly, knows how to talk and try to get people to listen to him. I had quite good relations with teachers.
— Stop, — the head stopped him, raising his hand. — What's with the weapons? It seemed to me that a minor needs parental permission for this? How did he pull it off?
— There is a small loophole in our legislation. If a child has been living alone for more than three years, then the permission of an official representative of any state institution is sufficient for him. In this case, he managed to convince his homeroom teacher to help.
— Hmm, interesting. Go on.
— His friends in high school, whom we managed to interview, say that sometimes he "smells creepy" and becomes very scary.
— "Yaki"?
— Yes, I thought so too. And his homeroom teacher, who has the rank of a Student in fencing, confirmed this. Apparently, he has become quite good at upsetting his peers with the help of "yaki", without bringing them to fights. One of the teachers at his elementary school said that he was often bullied there, and once even beaten. Apparently, so that this would not happen again, he took up martial arts, where he learned about the "thirst for murder". Well, with his non—confrontational nature, "yaki" is an ideal option for him. At the same time, it cannot be said that he is a weak-willed nerd. Everyone we've talked to says he's a very strong-willed person.
He had no friends in high school, at most friendly relations. For some time he worked at the Swallow club, except for the fact of work, he could not find out anything. It is not even known who he worked for, but definitely not as a waiter or a bartender. The club itself once had a bad reputation, but after another redistribution of power from local gangs, the institution was left alone. And the owner — Atsushi Honda — has fallen on hard times. As I understand it, at one time the gang, using the building for their own needs, did not allow the club to develop and make a profit, but also did not allow it to collapse. And after its destruction, the institution became useless to anyone. That's when Sakurai-kun appears there. I don't know how he insinuated himself into the owner's confidence, but after that, changes begin to take place in the club. The image is changing: new design, signage, advertising. Security guards appear, rumors are spreading about what a "Swallow" is a wonderful place. Honda agrees in advance with the new "roof" on payments, and the first visitors, who later became regulars, are relatives — brothers and sisters — of children from the high school where Sakurai-kun studied. And all this speaks about the extraordinary mind and punchy abilities of this young man.
— And also about his independence.
"That's right, sir. There is an opinion that he is a co-owner of the club. The percentage is hardly high. And also, being a regular visitor of the club, he has a lot of acquaintances. The visitors of the "Swallow" are well—off people. There are many aristocrats there, both imperial and clan. I doubt that the acquaintances are so good, but they are. I'm sure of it.
— You say the club had bad times? Really, a very interesting young man. Is that all?
- no. And not even the most important thing.
— Oh, you intrigued me.
— I think Iida-kun can be released, my lord, he will surely have his own affairs.
— Free.
Bowing, the bodyguard slowly walked towards the exit from the garden. After waiting for the sign of the head of the clan, Kato continued:
— You already know from your son that Sakurai-kun is a neighbor of the Koyama clan, but I managed to clarify that he is literally a neighbor — he lives across the fence from the mansion of the head of the clan.
— How is that?.. — Dai began, but, stopping, only nodded: — Go on.
— Having raised the information we know about the Koyama clan quarter, we managed to find out that the only inhabitant of the Koyama quarter with the surname Sakurai is Bunya Rafu, the youngest son of Bunya Daisuke, who took his wife's surname.
— Stop. — Folding his hands and closing his eyes, the head of one of the most powerful clans in Japan went into his thoughts. — So that's how it is! And at the same time, he is not a member of the clan. Interesting… Given the history with his parents, he does not belong to either the clan or the clan. But why didn't the old man take him back to the clan? His parents actually abandoned him… Stop, stop again. You say he lives on his parents' money? From the sly-s-s! the man drawled. — And not to us, and not to you! What about his parents?
— Location unknown.
— That's right, old Bunya shouted: nothing good could be expected from this commoner bitch. And yet, what did they achieve by abandoning, but not abandoning their son? M-yes, in one movement they broke off both the clan and the clan," and after being silent for a while, he began to thoughtfully examine the clouds floating across the sky. — But Bunya has a strong generic ability.
—I agree, my lord. A "Kamontok" of the Bunya family would not hurt our clan.
— I think I just have to meet my son's friend. And to talk about the promiscuity of modern youth.
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The first thing Sheena did when she woke up was freeze. After carefully fidgeting in bed, she sighed with relief and stretched out in a relaxed manner.
"M-yes, I never cease to be surprised at my mother, among other things, she can also cure a spanked ass. But I had to fall asleep on my stomach yesterday."
And all this little bastard. Well, yes, she took it out on him, and what? He could have said it to his face. What's the point of snitching? Yesterday I almost had a fight with my best friend. Because of him, by the way. Moreover, the Cinema is actually right. Yes, a weakling, yes, a poor man, yes, lives on the territory of the clan and receives the protection of the clan quarter for free. So what if half of it wasn't his fault? In fact, that's the way it is! How it all pisses her off. And as a result of the day — spanking. At the age of seventeen! Just wonderful.
And her parents also hinted that she needed to apologize.
Her
! In front
of him
! In front of this weak-willed sneak! Well, no. No one told her that directly, which means... an informer! That's how to handle him after that? No, in some ways, of course, she went too far, about the freeloader, perhaps, it was not worth it. And she would even apologize in time. But yesterday, the priest burning with fire crossed out any possibility of this. However, if the parents find out… But they can, since he started complaining. Eh, so you have to. But it must be done in a special way, so that, therefore, he understands everything at once, and at the same time not too rudely. And then go for a run! And sparring! She will show him today, as he likes to say, Kuzkin's mother. He will answer to her for everything. Shouldn't she have gotten up so early?
Stretching her whole body, Sheena abruptly threw off the blanket and jumped out of bed. The sparring presented in her imagination charged her with cheerfulness and anticipation. It's a pity, and it's impossible to flog him — it really will be too much.
The girl went down to the first floor. The most wonderful smells came from the kitchen. After all, her mom is the best. The men in the family, and indeed, not only men, did not even think to get up, but she was already on her feet and in the kitchen. As soon as everything is in time? However, it also has its own benefits. She is allowed much more than many and many. What can I say if she reserves the right to be the only wife of the heir of the clan. Yes, her mother is a beast, she holds all these louts in her fist.
"And not just men,— Sheena thought, touching her ass with her finger. "I did, but the conversation with her was almost scarier than with my grandfather."
After taking a shower and changing into a tracksuit, I went into the kitchen, hoping to grab something delicious. Breakfast isn't coming soon yet.
— Good morning, Mom.
— Good morning, Sheena. I see you're going for a run," she greeted Kagami's daughter without turning around.
— Yes, I haven't run for a long time.
— You could have slept longer.
— I want to invite Shinji with me...
— Is that so? — my mother even turned around at these words. — Then I'll remind you: business first, then entertainment.
As Sheena realized, this was another hint of an apology.
— I'm going to practice, what other entertainment?
—I mean sparring, my girl," Kagami said, turning back to the stove. Stirring in one of the pots, she turned around, laying out vegetables on the table.
And Sheena was jubilant at that moment —it looks like Mom was on her side and almost officially allowed Shinji to get a good kick. Yes, for this she will even apologize properly.
— Okay, Mom, I'll remember!
—And one more thing, Sheena, if I see bruises on our neighbor, I'll get angry," Kagami remarked, twirling a tomato in one hand and a knife in the other. "You don't want your mother to be angry, do you?" Blushing for nothing, nervous.
Sheena shook her head anxiously:
"No, I don't want to.
— Well, that's great. — And straightening a lock of hair with the back of her hand, the mother returned to slicing vegetables.
— But, Mom, this is sparring, how can it be without bruises? — Sheen tried to find a loophole.
— And you try.
And her voice was so insinuating that Sheena immediately decided: well, fuck it, this sparring. In the end, it's not forever, and you can wait a week until the parents calm down. Or a couple of weeks. Or even think of something else.
— And what kind of entertainment is it then ... — muttered Sheena.
But the mother heard.
— The goals of sparring are different, Sheena, and you as a girl should know this.
"And what am I now, not a girl, or what, since I don't know?" Sheena thought indignantly.