How Many Omni-Anime Geniuses Are There?! Why Not Add Me to the Mix? Chapter 131

In places like Europe and America, where luxury goods are everywhere, owning your own brand, no matter how small, is no easy feat.

It was no different from the difficulty she faced as an outsider, carving out a career for herself in the traditionally classical Europe music scene.

However, Sakurakoji, the clothing... seems a bit familiar?

She frowned, scratched a strand of hair on the side of her head, bent her index finger and rested it on her chin, her dark eyebrows furrowed as she fell into thought.

After a moment, she suddenly looked up, a glint in her eyes, staring at Sakurakoji Talent's figure sitting on the sofa.

Everything was normal until suspicion arose. But once the connection was made, all the clues began to match up.

Silver-white long hair, crimson pupils, androgynous face... It's so similar, so incredibly similar—it's definitely him!

This look is practically a carbon copy of that white-haired Queen of the fashion world and her husband!

"White-Haired Boy, could it be that your parents are...?"

"What's wrong?"

"If I may be so bold as to ask, is your mother named Sakurakoji Luna, and your father named Okura Yusei?" Touma Yoko looked at the person in front of her with a complicated expression and suspicion.

"Do you know them?" Sakurakoji Talent was quite surprised; this was the first time someone had guessed his family background, and it was the first time they had met.

Because his mother rarely appears in public, even though many people know her, very few have actually seen her.

Moreover, although he is a wealthy celebrity, ordinary people who are not in the same industry would not pay any attention to someone whose name is ranked low on the list.

Even the richest person in a neighboring country might not be known by many people.

Touma Yoko was able to guess this because music and fashion design both belong to the arts. In addition, she often wears such clothes and endorses high-end brands, so she also has some knowledge of the fashion and luxury goods industry.

"So that's how it is? Sigh..." Touma Yoko let out her only genuine sigh of the day, propping her head up with her hand to keep it from drooping.

She had expected that the child's family would have some assets, since they seemed to live a life of luxury, but she hadn't expected it to be this extreme.

If it were someone else, they might not have been able to jump straight to this conclusion based on this clue, but she was slightly different.

Contrary to her outward appearance and personality, she is actually a person with deep feelings for her homeland.

Therefore, as one of the few Piano has also Japan brightly on the international stage, when she was working hard abroad on her own, she would sometimes pay more attention to other outstanding leaders in various fields in Japan, Sakurakoji Luna was one of them.

Although the other party's main activities are in the America, they and their studios will send representatives to participate in the four major fashion shows held every year.

Especially in recent years, she has risen to fame, and each time she produces a work that sets a trend. This inevitably attracted her attention even more, and she has seen her and her husband on several occasions.

She never imagined that the boy Kazusa had mentioned was actually their child, and a thousand thoughts flooded her mind. How did they even meet?

For ordinary people, she would certainly be considered a successful person and a wealthy individual, with a respectable social standing. If her daughter liked him, she wouldn't have any objections, no matter how ordinary the other person's family was or how difficult their background, as long as he was someone she could entrust her life to.

But now... it's no exaggeration to say that the other party's family assets are dozens of times greater than theirs.

Moreover, if she remembered correctly, his father's family was a world-renowned conglomerate Okura Family.

She was already unworthy of him in every way, and now she couldn't even compare in terms of family background... She looked at Touma Kazusa, and felt worried about her daughter's Mirai.

If there's really no hope, at least don't get too involved. If you're just treating it as a casual relationship, then it's fine.

But what troubled her most was that Touma Kazusa's personality was completely different from hers, and sometimes she was frighteningly stubborn—she really couldn't predict what would happen to her.

"What happened to them?" Sakurakoji Talent's heart skipped a beat when she suddenly mentioned them and then sighed, completely bewildered.

"No, it's nothing." Touma Yoko instantly regained her usual demeanor, smiling and shaking her head. "It's just that they're very famous in their respective fields, so I've heard a lot about them. Maki I can meet them someday."

"Ha... but when it comes to fame, I think you, Aunt Yoko, are just as good as them."

"Perhaps in terms of achievements, but commercially... well, the ceiling for performance is relatively low." She gave a slight wry smile. "Never mind, let's not talk about this. It's almost noon, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"Which hotel would you like to eat at for lunch? Order anything, anything high-end is fine, it's on me today!"

"And Kazusa! How long are you going to stay there? You haven't even done basic washing up yet, it's outrageous!"

"Hi, hi." Touma Kazusa leisurely got up and answered casually in her magnetic voice, preparing to go to the restroom through the connecting corridor outside.

After taking a few steps, she stopped, slowly turned around, and looked hesitantly at Sakurakoji Talent.

"What's wrong?" Sakurakoji Talent tilted his head and looked back.

Hearing his question, she slowly offered her opinion, her posture a little embarrassed. "It's just... that one from last time, is that not okay?"

"Last time?" He didn't know what she was talking about for a moment.

"... Never mind if I can't remember." She scratched her smooth Black Stockings with a hint of frustration and gave up, then turned and left.

"What is this child talking about? Who can understand what she's saying?" Touma Yoko was even more confused.

Sakurakoji Talent watched her disappearing figure, resting his chin on his hand in deep thought.

He and Touma Yoko just talked about a few things, some of which were related to her, and some were from last time...

I see.

He lowered his arm, chuckled helplessly, and understood what she meant. Seriously, this girl is so awkward; she should just say what she wants.

However, he could understand that it was indeed inappropriate for his guest to do that; she possessed that much common sense.

But even this basic common sense can't overcome instinct, is that what you mean?

After figuring it out, he got up and walked outside. He knew without even looking that the mother and daughter couldn't possibly have prepared anything in advance.

"Aunt Yoko, I'm going out for a bit. We won't be going out for lunch."

Huh?

Leaving a bewildered Touma Yoko alone in the living room, he followed Touma Kazusa and left.

"So, is this what you wanted?"

At noon, the only three people in the huge villa gathered at the dining table in the dining room, Sakurakoji Talent jokingly asked Touma Kazusa.

Touma Yoko, who had been completely clueless before, now understands exactly what's going on.

"What? So you want the White-Haired Boy to cook for you personally, Kazusa White-Haired Boy is a guest. How could you say something like that?" she questioned her reproachfully.

"... I never said that's what I meant; that's how he interpreted it." Touma Kazusa had just finished washing up, and her pink cheeks, like a lotus emerging from Phoebe, looked even more beautiful than before. It seemed she wasn't going to admit that it was her fault.

But from her slightly changed expression and tone, one could vaguely hear her happiness that he understood the meaning behind her words.

"Alright, alright, it's my own choice. Please, Touma, do me the honor of tasting the food I've prepared for you!" Sakurakoji Talent stood up and gave a butler's salute, playing along with her act of feigning ignorance.

"Since you put it that way, I'll give you face." Touma Kazusa suppressed a smile and picked up her bowl and chopsticks rather impatiently.

"What am I supposed to say to you, child...?"

"Well, please don't mind it, Aunt Yoko. I cook sometimes anyway, it's nothing." Sakurakoji Talent stopped her from dwelling on the matter any longer. "More importantly, it's better to eat it while it's hot."

"Yes, yes, that's it." Touma Kazusa nodded nonchalantly.

"I'll teach you a lesson later!"

Touma Kazusa stuck out her tongue at him, accusing him of her behavior.

'You deserve it.' He mouthed back, which made her so angry that she started acting like a pufferfish.

"Then I'll try White-Haired Boy's cooking. This looks just as good as the signature dishes at a five-star hotel. I can't believe you made it at home. I never knew you had such a skill." Even she couldn't help but be surprised as she focused her attention on the table.

Although she has eaten countless delicacies in her life, because she was born into a wealthy family, in terms of housework skills, she can only sit at the same table as Touma Kazusa.

She picked up a slice of meat and put it in her mouth. After a moment, she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Five Ants!"

"Did you really do this, White-Haired Boy?!"

"You're still a long way from old age, aren't you? Are you already getting old and blind? Who else could it be but him? Could it be me?" Touma Kazusa retorted precisely, while secretly enjoying the fact that she was surprised—even though it was Sakurakoji Talent who was cooking.

But Sakurakoji Talent surprised her, which was equivalent to her being surprised by her—that's what she thought.

"This joke isn't funny at all... If you make a move, our house will probably only have the yard left, right?" Touma Yoko launched a counterattack, but her hands didn't stop moving.

"Hmph." Although she wanted to refute it, unfortunately, she was right about that.

Next, the two fell silent and began another round of competition—fighting over each other's favorite dishes, despite the large portions on the table.

Perhaps this is their unique way of expressing love.

After the meal,

While Touma Yoko left under an excuse, leaving only the two of them in the living room, Touma Kazusa patted her flat stomach, which was still quite full—even at this moment, her figure hadn't changed much, which was infuriating.

"Hey, let me ask you a question." Perhaps feeling bored, she spoke first.

"What?" Sakurakoji Talent, troubled by carbohydrates and lunchtime, was now feeling a bit sleepy.

Why do you call her Yoko and me Touma?

"Hmm?" He suddenly perked up, his white eyelashes fluttering as he looked over there.

"What, are you jealous?"

"Who, who's jealous! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kick you!" Her delicate oval face was flushed crimson for what seemed like the umpteenth time today.

"Wasn't it because you disagreed when I told you it was about time to call her by her name last time?" He ignored her and passed the buck back, but his eyes were scrutinizing her with great interest.

Although she is both troublesome and arrogant, the contrast of sometimes being jealous of even her own mother is really cute.

"..." She fell silent briefly, seemingly recalling what happened the previous night.

After a while, she said, "Last time is last time. Since you call me 'mother' by my first name, there's no reason for you to keep using my surname with me. That's very strange."

"And you also have feelings for Ogiso..."

"You mean?"

Touma Kazusa glared at him, clearly annoyed by his frequent feigned ignorance. "I'm telling you to call me by my name from now on! Do you understand?"

Sakurakoji Talent was pleased with her reaction, so he prepared to please her as well. "Understood, Kazusa."

"!!!"

The power of those words seemed to exceed her expectations, so much so that she left the living room through the corridor without even saying goodbye, leaving behind her bright red, blood-red earlobes.

P. S.: I know everyone's unhappy about today's late update, but considering I've written 12,000 words in three chapters, you won't scold me, right? (cute emoji)

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 171 It Doesn't Matter If Things Get a Mess

"Mo, where did Kazusa go? Is it really appropriate to leave you here alone, White-Haired Boy?"

In front of the villa's entrance, Touma Yoko sternly rebuked her wayward daughter for her last-minute escape.

She had deliberately given the two of them time and space, only to find one gone and the other about to leave when she returned. What a waste of her good intentions!

"Don't say that, Aunt Yoko. Anyway, I've finished my mission and was about to leave anyway," Sakurakoji Talent said with a nonchalant smile as he changed into brown leather boots.

"I'm so sorry, White-Haired Boy, I've troubled you to come all this way to see her again today, and to cook for her. I don't even know how I should face you now." Her brows were full of apology.

"Ah, your cooking is really good! If I could eat it every day, I wouldn't mind never going back to Vienna!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but it was all my own choice, so you don't need to feel guilty." Sakurakoji Talent turned and pushed open the heavy door. "Then I'll take my leave now. Goodbye, Aunt Yoko."

"Ah, there's one more thing!" Touma Yoko urgently called out to stop him just as he was about to leave.

"Um?"

"Well, listen to me, White-Haired Boy." Her tone was hesitant, her soft voice tinged with difficulty in speaking.

Even when facing top billionaires and industry leaders, she's never seemed this awkward. How many years ago was the last time she was like this?

She pondered for a short but not long time, then looked directly into Sakurakoji Talent's eyes and spoke softly, "Although you might think this is just my side of the story as a mother."

"But that child, although she has a bad temper, acts eccentrically, and is sometimes very willful, is essentially still a Good Child. I hope you won't dislike her."

"Because you might be her only friend... Although Kazusa won't admit it, I can tell."

Sakurakoji Talent sensed her seriousness, and abandoned his flippant attitude, straightening his expression and answering earnestly with a smile, "Yes, I know."

"Is that so... that's good." Seeing that he didn't seem reluctant or fake, Touma Yoko breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm," he smiled casually, "That's not it. I won't become friends Kazusa Touma ... Kazusa."

"But there's one thing you're wrong about, Aunt Yoko."