The taste of fried oil pancake still lingered in his mouth, stimulating his throat with an unceasing craving for more food.
But at this moment, Omaeda felt that time was unbearably slow. How he wished he could return to five minutes ago and keep eating fried oil pancakes without a care in the world.
My brain really must have short-circuited. I usually leave this sort of thing to my subordinates—so why did I suddenly get the urge to inspect it myself today?!
Why couldn't you just stay there and eat your fried oil pancakes properly?! Why did you have to come over here and show off your capabilities?!
Omaeda! You fool!
Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face before him, Omaeda felt as though his heart had skipped a beat.
Of course, it was not the kind of skipped beat that happened in romance novels when the male lead was too handsome. It was more like the feeling he got whenever he saw his captain...
The kind of fear one felt before a wild Tyrannosaurus rex...
Why is this guy here?!
A heart-wrenching roar rose uncontrollably in his mind. As Omaeda looked at the man whom his father had praised as "the Heavenly Emperor of the nobles," the youthful, lively flesh on his face kept twitching.
That was right—Omaeda knew Asano Kiyoshi, and not merely in passing!
From the first time Asano Kiyoshi had truly made an appearance, Omaeda had always, by incredible coincidence, been present...
At the fireworks festival, he had stood at the edge of the venue where Asano Kiyoshi and Kojiro sparred, waiting for a serving of takoyaki...
During the Central 46 Chambers trial, his captain had held a blade to his neck and forced him to watch that trial, one that had nearly gone down in