Night.
Hyuga Sho enjoyed Uchiha Hazuki's cooking.
"Lady Hazuki, your cooking has improved tremendously."
"Not at all..."
Uchiha Hazuki blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"Teacher, you gave me too much money, so..."
As a result, Uchiha Hazuki had more money to spare.
Buying all kinds of seasonings and ingredients was no longer such a strain.
Was that really... the case?
Uchiha Izumi ate her rice beside them, thinking.
When she hurried back at dusk, she had seen her mother holding a book and studying recipes.
It was obvious.
She was doing it so her master could enjoy his meals more.
Having noticed the change in her mother, Uchiha Izumi... was very happy.
Bit by bit.
She was giving her mother happiness.
In her heart, and...
"I'm full, Mom, Master. Take your time."
Uchiha Izumi set down her bowl and left.
The sliding door opened, then closed.
Only Hyuga Sho and Uchiha Hazuki remained inside.
It was as if Uchiha Izumi had deliberately created a space for her master and mother.
As for Uchiha Izumi's intentions.
Hyuga Sho naturally understood.
What a... filial daughter.
Hyuga Sho looked at Uchiha Hazuki.
"..."
Sensing his gaze, Uchiha Hazuki lowered her head.
Being watched by those pure eyes made her feel... deeply ashamed of herself.
Then, the sound of eating rang out.
Uchiha Hazuki kept her head lowered and silently enjoyed the dinner.
Afterward, Hyuga Sho rose to help clear away the bowls and chopsticks.
He went into the kitchen with Uchiha Hazuki, and the two remained silent.
After that, they returned to the living room.
The two sat down.
"Lady Hazuki, let's begin tonight's treatment."
Hyuga Sho spoke slowly.
"Yes, yes. I'm sorry to trouble you, Teacher..." Uchiha Hazuki said gratefully.
"Eight Trigrams... Eight Palms."
Hyuga Sho struck out in rapid succession, hitting eight