"Yes, but this time it did take quite a bit of time."
Scribe gently kissed Tamayo's forehead and shook the box in his arms.
"Now, everything is resolved."
Did you have a good chat?
"Yes, Hakuji, that child, has never changed."
With an increasingly confused expression, Asatsuru listened while glancing at her grandfather.
However, this time, even Hirano didn't know what the Scribe and Tamayo were talking about.
He shook his head at his granddaughter and shrugged, indicating that he was powerless to help.
"Alright, I think we should leave now."
After talking with Tamayo, the Scribe spoke to Hirano and Asatsuru.
"I'll take this box and its contents with me."
"If you're willing, I don't think anyone will have any objections."
Hirano nodded solemnly, then Hirano about to say something.
Having discerned the other party's thoughts, Scribe waved his hand, signaling him to continue.
But before Hirano could speak, Asatsuru interrupted.
"That's right, Mister Scribe."
After a brief pause, she knelt down on both knees and kowtowed to Scribe.
"I want to stay by your side, serve you, and follow you!"
Chapter 352 Returning to Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals
Looking at Asatsuru kneeling on the ground with a sincere expression, Scribe did not directly refuse her.
You can still vaguely see Hakuji's shadow on Asatsuru's face.
Although Asatsuru is a girl, her face is not as delicate as that of an ordinary woman.
On the contrary, like Hakuji back then, his brows revealed a hint of determination and courage.
At this moment, the Scribe seemed to see the past.
He saw Hakuji chasing after him, hoping to follow him.
However, Hakuji is not Asatsuru, and Asatsuru is not Hakuji.
Things have changed, people have changed, everything is in the past.
She wanted to refuse; the Scribe didn't want to relive the past.
If one accepts Asatsuru's existence, then subconsciously one might regard her as a substitute for Hakuji.
For Scribe, that was absolutely unacceptable.
Similarly, this was extremely disrespectful to Asatsuru.
After all, no one wants to be someone else's substitute.
Just as he hesitated, Tamayo spoke up.
"People always have to face the past and the future."
He grasped the other person's hand and smiled slightly.
"Now that you've seen through the past, why are you unwilling to accept a brand new future?"
Upon hearing Tamayo's words, the Scribe was taken aback.
But not long after, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.
"That's true, I was overthinking it."
With a loud laugh, the hesitation in Scribe's eyes vanished, and he returned to his previous state.
But instead of speaking directly to Qian He, he looked at Hirano.
If I really take Asatsuru away, then I'll be taking away the heir to the Soryu Dojo.
For Su-ryu, having already lost a capable young and middle-aged man to succeed him, they could not afford to lose Asatsuru, the young man to succeed him.
Having understood the Scribe's meaning, Hirano shook his head slightly.
"Although I am old, this body can still last for a few more years."
He patted his granddaughter's head, his face full of affection.
"Since my little crane wants to go out and explore, how can I be so heartless as to refuse?"
"Grandfather!"
Asatsuru threw herself into Hirano's arms and burst into tears.
Both of them knew very well that this separation would be for a very long time.
I don't know when we'll meet again.
Seeing the grandfather and grandson embracing each other, Scribe and Tamayo did not interrupt them.
"What a heartwarming scene."
Nestled in the Scribe's arms, a hint of envy flickered in Tamayo's eyes.
"When everything is over, we'll have a whole bunch of kids."
"My mindset has recovered, "Scribe joked.
Then you won't be envious anymore.
No sooner had she finished speaking than a red stain spread rapidly from Tamayo's neck.
In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire face.
Looking at Tamayo's delicate face and rosy cheeks, Scribe, in a good mood, couldn't resist giving her a kiss.
"Smack."
Seeing them be so intimate in front of outsiders made Tamayo, who was very shy, feel a little uncomfortable.
Her face turned even redder, and she turned her head to the side.
After shifting her body slightly, she gently punched the Scribe.
Soon, Asatsuru Hirano had prepared their final farewell.
Tamayo composed herself and stood beside the Scribe, taking his hand.
Looking at Asatsuru, Scribe said in a deep voice.
"Asatsuru, are you really willing to follow me, leave the Soryu Dojo, and enter a more dangerous world?"
"Yes, Mister Scribe, I do!"
Standing up straight, Asatsuru looked directly into Scribe's eyes, her words uttered without the slightest hesitation.
"Even if you might get injured or even lose your life as a result, would you be willing?"
"Yes I do!"
A gentle smile appeared on his lips as Scribe stepped forward and extended his right hand.
'Well then, welcome to the team.'
Upon seeing that the Scribe had finally accepted her joining, Asatsuru began to jump for joy.
From this moment on, she will relinquish her status as the future successor of the Soryu Dojo.
Just to follow the Scribe, to learn and enrich myself.
While striving to become stronger, we must also investigate the massacre that occurred at the Soryu Dojo years ago.
At the same time, there is also the mystery of her parents' disappearance.
As a girl, Asatsuru had a lot of things to pack.
At the same time, she also has many people she wants to say goodbye to.
The Scribe expressed his understanding of this.
He glanced at the rising sun in the distance and knew very well that Tamayo could not walk under these conditions.
"Then let's wait another day."
"Great, thank you, Mister Scribe!"
Upon hearing Scribe's words, Asatsuru immediately hugged Scribe.
Judging from her appearance, she didn't see herself as a girl at all.
The Scribe could only laugh and cry at this.
The three left the Soryu Dojo the following evening.
"Mister Scribe, where are we going?"
Asatsuru was very excited as it was the first time she had been so far from home.
Previously, she could only move around in the villages and towns where the Soryu Dojo was located.
Even if you go to other nearby villages or towns, you have to agree on a time to go home with Hirano.
After her parents disappeared, whenever Asatsuru went out, she was always followed by the disciples of the Soryu Dojo.
This certainly protected Asatsuru very well, but it also made her feel oppressed.
Where to?
Having already planned the first stop in his mind, the Scribe replied.
Have you heard of Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals?
"I know."
Nodding, Asatsuru began to count on her fingers and said.
"Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals is a nationally renowned pharmaceutical company with branches in many places."
"Moreover, pharmaceuticals are only one part of their business."
"Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals holds a significant market share in multiple sectors, including real estate and overseas trade."
At this point, she didn't forget to add a sentence.
"It's more of a conglomerate than a pharmaceutical company."
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Scribe was looking at her with a strange expression.
"Don't you think this name sounds familiar?"
"Familiar?"
After muttering the name "Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals" several times, Asatsuru's face gradually showed an expression of disbelief.
"Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals, Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals, Sishi, Scribe..."
"That's right, Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals is a company that Tamayo and I co-founded."
Nodding, the Scribe spoke in a voice only he could hear.
"Of course, most of the time, I'm just a hands-off manager who doesn't care about anything."
The first stop Scribe decided was to take Qian He to his company for training.
After all, Asatsuru spent most of her time at the Soryu Dojo.
While basic physical training is sufficient, knowledge is somewhat lacking.
After several days, the three finally arrived at the headquarters of Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals.
A tall building appeared before them.