I Refuse to Become Scumbag in Tokyo-Chapter 618: Going Home 4

Chapter 618: Going Home 4

His stick missed the ball, and he knew that he had lost on this turn.

His father didn't wait for his answer and took his turn tout de suite. He knew his question had messed up his son's rhythm, but he didn't care since this was how they played this game. He also educated him that society wouldn't play by the rules, and as long as he showed an opening, they would bite him down ruthlessly.

"Yes."

Hearing his answer, his father missed the ball.

He gave his revenge and delivered a right hook to his father's temple. By then, he didn't show mercy and finished the game on his turn directly.

"……"

The corner of his father's lips twitched, thinking his son had grown up. He had heard many things from Shishio's grandfather, and while he didn't believe he wondered whether Shishio acted like an anime character to hide his real ability when he arrived in Tokyo, he showed his everything.

In Tokyo, Shishio was like a fish in the water and a bird in the sky. He swam freely in the sea and soared in the sky uncaged.

Still, this game had nothing to do with his son in Tokyo.

"I see… it seems you have grown, but the next one, I will tell you that it is too early for you to win."

His lips twitched since his father was like an anime character who only used a few percent of his power before deciding to get serious when everything was out of his prediction. However, he didn't think he would lose.

In the past, he got an "Enhanced Accuracy," and his billiard skill was quite good since the previous Shishio Oga often played this game with his father. However, unlike his weak body in the past, the system brought him a great improvement in his physical ability, yet he must admit the billiard skill of his father couldn't be underestimated.

If his father hadn't become an executive of a famous bank in Kyoto, he might have become the world champion of billiards or a professional billiard player.

However, while he loved billiards, he still chose to work in the bank. This wasn't a matter of love, passion, or anything, but it was a matter of education.

Being a professional billiard player was good and all, but if he became the CEO of the Kyoto Bank, the leader of this bank, he could make his own tournament, and his influence over people was even bigger.

The money he got was also more stable, considering it was impossible for him to be fired, and he would be working until, probably, 60 or more.

Lastly, if his father really became a professional billiard player, he might be beaten by his grandfather.

Anyway, his father was happy now, so he didn't overthink.

"If you want to defeat me, you are ten years too early!"

His nose was raised high, and he seemed so smug.

"…."

He looked at his father in silence before he shrugged his shoulders.

"By the way, congratulations on your book."

"…Did you read it?" He felt awkward when he thought his family was reading his book.

"Your mother loves it so much." His father sighed, but then, he said, "Anyway, good job."

"Thanks."

"So, do you plan to become a governor of Kyoto or prime minister?" His father asked curiously.

"…"

While he was speechless by this question, he knew that this was a normal question.

Many politicians also started as writers.

Even the current Tokyo Governor was also a writer.

Naturally, his father thought he wanted to become a politician when he wrote a book.

"Yes."

He didn't joke this time and nodded to his father's question. Unlike his teacher, who was dumbfounded, he didn't think it was impossible for him to become the prime minister. Even his family also thought so.

Prime minister aside, being a governor of Kyoto might be better since it was more comfortable.

The prime minister might seem like the number one person in this country, but that wasn't true.

If he said rudely, the prime minister was nothing more than a scapegoat and a game between members of the House of Representatives.

On the other hand, the governor of the city was more comfortable since he would become the number one person in the city.

As for why Kyoto, not Tokyo, it was because the influence of his family in Kyoto was bigger. He also wasn't a native of Tokyo, so he would be treated as an outsider, which made it impossible for him to become the governor of Tokyo.

While his system might make him invincible unless he had the ability to control his mind, or hypnosis, there was something that he couldn't control.

"That's good."

His father nodded. "You have talent in writing, so don't stop."

Anyway, being a writer didn't take time, and Shishio could also work on different jobs while he was writing.

"Try to win the Akutagawa reward next time."

"Akutagawa?"

"Yes." His father nodded.

He thought about the reward which Shiro-san had won once, but he didn't say anything and listened to his father since his father was really good at conspiracy.

"If you want to win the Akutagawa, try to write something controversial, especially when you're good at romance. As long as it is good enough, I will handle the rest."

"Controversial?"

He suddenly thought about his relationship with Yuigahama Hana and wondered what if he had written their relationship into a book. One thing was for sure. He was sure that it would cause a huge controversy.

"Oh? Do you have an idea?"

His father asked curiously.

"Er… no."

He shook his head since it was impossible for him to say his relationship with Yuigahama Hana, right?

After all, she was the mother of his upperclassman.

"Hmm…"

His father kept staring at him, but he was adamant about saying anything, so he changed the topic. "By the way, can I ask you something?"

"What's wrong?"

"You're not going to say anything about my relationship with Roberta?"

He had been curious since his father didn't say anything and didn't seem to care.

"It's okay. Your standing will be better than most people's. You'll see that many have more than one woman."

From the primordial time until now, nothing has changed.

The most powerful one got everything.

The best woman, food, house, and many others.

The strong got all of them.

When one has trouble getting one girl, the strong could change the woman like they changed their clothes.

His lips twitched, but he knew that such a thing might be normal among the circle of rich people.

"Still, you're like your grandfather." His father sighed.

"….." Shishio.

"Well, it doesn't really matter, but don't make them pregnant," his father said sternly.

"…" Shishio.

"Oh, right! I forgot to tell you something."

"What?" Shishio was curious since his father's expression became serious.

"I might visit Tokyo with your mother near the end of summer. Come with us later."

"Why?" He was confused. "If you want to go on a date, then don't invite me." While many rich people had more than one woman, his father was rare since he was only infatuated with his mother.

"I can have a date with your mother later."

"…." Shishio.

"It's a party." His father looked at Shishio for a moment, hesitated, but said, "Well, you can think of it as a party to get to know each other. You might get to know a new friend there."

"…Okay?"

He was confused, but he didn't bother to think too much.

"Anyway, it is a rare chance for you to be here. Come accompany me to play for a while."

"Okay."

The two continued to play for a while until it was almost dinner. Being scolded by Shioriko (Shishio's mother), they honestly stopped playing and had dinner with everyone.

The dinner was rich, and it might be because he was here.

However, strangely, Roberta lowered her head and felt depressed.

Shioriko and Kayo (the older maid) looked at Roberta helplessly, but they didn't say anything.

Even if the two of them didn't say anything, he knew what had happened, but he didn't say anything besides patting Roberta's head.

Roberta's eyes were moist under her glasses when she received his comfort, but she was still as expressionless as be since it was impossible for her to show other emotion in front of others than him.

They ate together, and their mood was quite merry since one person that they missed was here with them.

Before long, the dinner ended, and he returned to his room. He hadn't returned to his room since he was brought by his father to play billiards.

Still, when he entered his room, a wave of nostalgia surged into his mind. He saw that his room hadn't changed much, and it was still the same as when he left this house. He didn't bring many things with him when he left this house.

"Kayo has cleaned up your room every day."

"…."

He looked at his mother and wondered why she mentioned the older maid.

While he loved a mature woman, Kayo was already in her mid-50s. Her hair was white, but she dyed her hair black. Her body was slightly plump and saggy, but without a doubt, she was an attractive woman in her youth even now.

It was still strange when he thought that she was single until now.

However, being together with someone or being alone in life was a choice of someone.

He didn't have the right to judge whether this was right or not.

However, Kayo might have found something more important than being with someone, so she didn't marry anyone.

"Okay, you must be sleepy. Go and rest." His mother patted his shoulder before she left.

He was left alone and looked at his room.

Honestly, his room was normal.

Even though he was Chuunibyou, he maintained a simple and practical room. If there was something strange, it would be the number of books, especially those related to mythology.

Greece, Egypt, Norse, India, Celtic, China, and many others.

There were many myth-related books in this room.

Still, he could also understand why the previous Shishio Oga loved such a book since the myth book was full of intrigue, and everyone was clear about hate or like. No one was a hypocrite, and they would go to war if they didn't like someone. Everything was clear. There was no gray. Maybe, there was gray, but it was more a neutral or necessary evil.

In other words, everything had its own reason.

Everything was full of color instead of being uniformly colored.

However, he didn't intend to read and only lay on his bed while laying on his bed absentmindedly. He took his phone and somehow sent a text to Roberta.

Shishio: "Are you sleeping?"

Roberta: "Not yet, Shishio-sama."

Shishio: "Can I visit your room?"

Roberta: "Yes."

Shishio smiled and walked out quietly from his room to Roberta's room since he must admit doing it at his parents' house was somehow more exciting than he had thought.