"All right, all right. You'll meet your destined other half someday. These things depend on fate." Rota grinned as he fed Miyamoto Ichiro a bowl of chicken soup for the soul.
"Say, Master, how come I've never met my mistress? Isn't she with you?"
"Mm, we're temporarily acting separately for certain reasons."
"Oho~ Is that really true? It doesn't sound very believable." Miyamoto Ichiro looked at Rota with a face full of suspicion. He did not really believe Rota's explanation; he felt Rota was more likely making excuses to save face.
Rota could not be bothered to argue with Miyamoto Ichiro over such a trivial matter. This was when he needed to display his authority as a master. Rota extended a finger and fiercely flicked Miyamoto Ichiro's forehead, with enough force to send him rolling away.
"Master, I was wrong! Please spare me!"
Frightened by Rota's forehead flick, Miyamoto Ichiro obediently sat beside him and ingratiatingly massaged his shoulders.
Miyamoto Ichiro's antics made everyone burst into laughter. Kyojuro Rengoku specifically walked over to Miyamoto and comforted him. "Ichiro, my wife has quite a few close friends. If you want to date someone, I can introduce you."
"No, thanks, Kyojuro."
Though Kyojuro Rengoku's suggestion was tempting, Miyamoto wanted even more to rely on his own ability to find the person meant for him.
"All right, stop talking about me. Didn't we come here today to celebrate Hakuji? Don't turn the topic onto me, hey!" Miyamoto Ichiro turned his head away, slightly embarrassed.
Hakuji clutched his stomach and laughed until he could barely close his mouth. It was also his first time seeing Miyamoto Ichiro look so shy.
The jokes had gone on long enough, and everyone tactfully stopped talking about Miyamoto, which finally let him breathe a sigh of relief.
"Everyone,