Play the Long Game to Catch the Big Fish

Having always taken care of his younger sister since childhood and never being cared for by his elders, Gyutaro experienced this for the first time today through Scribe.

How can a grown man cry in front of his own sister?

The Scribe's voice rang out again, making Gyutaro feel a little embarrassed.

Koume, standing to the side, looked at the tears on her brother's face and spoke slowly.

Brother, this is the first time Koume has ever cried when she sees you.

He pursed his Gyutaro, quickly wiped away his tears, and squeezed his eyes shut.

It's alright now, I promise I won't cry in front of Koume anymore.

He went to great lengths to avoid worrying his younger sister.

Shaking her head slightly, Koume stood up and walked to Gyutaro.

She tiptoed and gently wiped away the tears on the other person's face with her small, delicate hands.

Koume thinks that her brother is a more real person when he cries.

Stunned, Gyutaro was stunned by what Koume said.

I am also a person, a living, breathing human being.

She is someone who longs to be cared for, to be recognized by others, and to have the opportunity to vent her inner pain.

He hugged his sister tightly, and the tears that Gyutaro had been holding back burst forth again.

Ugh!

Throughout the hall, the long-suppressed sobs of Gyutaro echoed.

This brother, who had always maintained a cruel, cold, and strong demeanor in front of his sister, revealed his vulnerable side for the first time.

Koume didn't say anything after she noticed her brother's tears.

She would simply reach out her little hand and gently stroke the other person's messy head.

The warmth of his sister's hand felt so real, which made his brother cry even louder.

It's unclear how much time passed before Gyutaro's crying subsided.

After a long while, he stood up, his tears already wiped away.

He has decided that he will never let his sister worry about him again.

After patting Koume on the shoulder, Gyutaro walked up to the Scribe and bowed deeply.

Thank you, Mister Scribe. I, Gyutaro, will never forget your great kindness.

With a smile, Scribe suddenly extended his hand.

You should pay for your and your sister's medical expenses first.

Upon hearing this, Gyutaro, froze in place.

He didn't have a formal job; he made a living by collecting debts for others.

Although he didn't know the exact amount, he estimated it wouldn't be low.

Just as he was racking his brains, trying to figure out what to do, Koume tugged at his sleeve.

Following the direction her sister was pointing, Scribe's face showed a strange smile.

Starting today, you two will be Employee Number 3 and Employee Number 4.

Koume, follow Tamayo. Gyutaro, you can stay by my side for now.

After hearing what the Scribe said, the two nodded without hesitation.

Staying by the Scribe's side is obviously much better than going out to wander.

Mister Scribe, may I ask you a question?

Koume ran over to the Scribe's side, looked up, and blinked.

Go ahead and ask.

Why are my brother and I number three and four? Even if we include Mr. Yushiro, there are only three of us.

You mean this?

Scribe patted Koume's head and looked out at the night view.

Number one, he found his happiness a long time ago and left.

Chapter 104 Casting a Long Line to Catch a Big Fish

The Scribe's words were somewhat incomprehensible, not only to Koume but also to Gyutaro.

However, the Scribe did not want to continue the conversation.

Alright, Koume (number three), Gyutaro number four), get ready, Tamayo and the others will be back soon.

Upon hearing that he was at the very bottom, Gyutaro immediately became unhappy.

Just as he was about to retort, Scribe shut him down with a single sentence.

It's only natural for an older brother to give way to his younger sister.

Then I strongly demand that I switch places with that guy Yushiro!

With a wave of his hand, Gyutaro's face was full of confidence.

In his view, strong military force is necessary to survive in Yoshiwara Flower District.

How could Yushiro, who looks so frail, be worthy of the number two position?

However, Gyutaro forgot that he himself looked sickly.

He waved his Scribe and looked back at him.

I have no objection, as long as you can beat Yushiro, the premise is that you don't kill him.

Upon hearing this, Gyutaro couldn't help but tap his chest.

No need, I can do it with one hand.

Before he could finish speaking, he choked on his saliva because he had pounded his chest too hard.

Cough cough, vomit cough cough, ugh

Seeing this, Koume couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Okay, let's make a bet.

If I win, you should stay away from Yushiro for now, lest your old ailment flare up with a new one.

Gyutaro readily accepted the Scribe's invitation.

Although he didn't know why the Scribe thought Yushiro could beat him, he was confident he could win.

After all, he had an amazing sense of perception since childhood.

In his perception, there were no two humans approaching this place.

Upon seeing Gyutaro nod, the Scribe smiled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his right hand and held it up in front of Gyutaro.

I bet Tamayo and Yushiro will be back in five seconds.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Scribe withdrew his thumb.

Next are the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger.

In the end, only the index finger remained.

Upon seeing this, Gyutaro's expression became even more agitated.

He still hasn't sensed the arrival of humans; he's bound to win!

However, just as Scribe closed his index finger, there was a knock on the door.

Mister Scribe, we're back.

Yushiro's voice shattered Gyutaro's confidence completely.

With a blank stare, Gyutaro's brain had completely shut down.

He sensed absolutely no sign of humans approaching.

If that's the case, then why did I lose?

As he scrutinized the Scribe, Gyutaro began to suspect that the scribe might have done something wrong.

As if sensing the other party's thoughts, Scribe smiled slightly.

It has nothing to do with me; it's entirely a matter of your own perception.

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Gyutaro also began to have doubts.

Could it be that there's something wrong with my perception?

He went up to open the door, and Tamayo and Yushiro came in carrying a large pile of things they had bought.

From everyday household items to clothes and shoes for going out.

Tamayo and Yushiro bought everything that could be bought at the market.

Seeing this, Gyutaro felt a warmth in his heart.

Not only the Scribe, but he also felt a sense of warmth from Tamayo and Yushiro.

What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to change your clothes?

Yushiro nudged Gyutaro and stuffed the men's clothing he was holding into his arms.

Um, Koume, where are you going?

Slightly taken aback, Gyutaro then looked at Koume, whose hand was being held by Tamayo.

With a mysterious smile, Tamayo extended an index finger and placed it in front of her lips.

I bought Koume something special so she could try it on to see if it fits.

It seems that Tamayo is also happy to have another cute little girl.

When Gyutaro saw Koume again, his eyes lit up.

From Tamayo, he learned that his sister was wearing a type of clothing called Maid Outfit.

She wore a black and white outfit, small shoes, and a tiny headdress.

She had some makeup on her lips and a few small hair ornaments on her forehead.

With Koume's delicate features, she looks just like a little princess.

The moment he saw Koume, Gyutaro felt like he was charmed.

He stretched out his arms, as if he wanted to hug his sister.

However, as soon as Koume came out, she turned around and ran into Scribe's arms.

Mister Scribe, look! Miss Tamayo bought me this beautiful outfit.

As an innocent and beautiful girl, Koume genuinely liked the Maid Outfit she was wearing.

The Scribe patted Koume's head and expressed his praise.

He saw his sister nestled in another man's arms, and they were being so intimate.

Gyutaro couldn't help but feel as if he had been abandoned by the world.

It's only been a short time, and he doesn't even recognize his own brother anymore.

And so, Koume and Gyutaro spent a peaceful time at the Scribe's house.

One morning, the Scribe took Gyutaro out to treat someone's illness.

Walking at the front, the Scribe suddenly asked.