What's Wrong with Adding Me to All These Omni-Anime Geniuses?

Although the probability of the worst-case scenario is low, as the saying goes, what if...?

So, he really feels like he's going to the execution ground, writing a farewell letter and his last words before he leaves.

Or, before we start, why don't we go find Minato Yukina and let them absorb some of their Lucky Aura?

He couldn't help but amuse himself with this thought.

"Hey, hey--I see, I'm really looking forward to it!"

Okura Yusei forced a smile, trying to soothe his emotions.

But Sakurakoji Talent Maki he wouldn't do that, as it only put more pressure on him.

"Alright! Time waits for no one, I need to go into seclusion to cultivate!"

He glanced at his watch, then tapped his middle finger against his forehead in a salute to the two men.

"Because I don't know how long it will take, don't bother me for the next seven days—until I starve to death!"

"Don't call me for seven days, whether it's for no reason or not!"

"Oh right! On the sixth day, quickly contact the best chef in all of Tokyo, and have them prepare a delicious feast to welcome me back when I emerge from quarantine! Thank you so much!"

"Hmm... it seems I should set up notifications on my phone beforehand to let others know my situation... Let's do that now."

He took out his phone and used various methods, including phone calls, text messages, and social media, to explain that he had important matters to attend to for the next week and asked not to be disturbed. Then he turned off the phone and put it in his pocket.

"..."

The two people on the sofa watched his every move silently, their voices barely audible.

"Okay, finally... well, not really the last one, I just remembered something else."

He pounded his head with his fist in frustration.

"When it comes to important moments, it always feels like there are endless important things to say, it's really troublesome... Father?"

"Ah, hi!"

Okura Yusei quickly responded.

"Could you please contact your aunt and uncle later and tell them about this? But don't bother telling Rumin-jie; it's pointless to make those kids worry."

"Good..."

Okura Yusei swallowed hard, forcing himself to say, "Talent, you're still a child, you don't need to force yourself like this!" Tears welled up in his eyes.

When children truly decide what they want to do, the only thing parents can do is watch over them and wait for them.

"Then help me investigate a few things. There are some things I have doubts about, namely..."

He gently fanned his silvery-white eyelashes, clearly outlining the tasks.

After saying a few more things, seeing the two of them unable to maintain their acting skills any longer with their tearful eyes, he couldn't continue.

"... Seriously~ why did you make that face? It just makes me feel even worse... Ugh~"

He paused, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly with a wet sound.

"Sorry!"

Okura Yusei choked with emotion.

"..."

Sakurakoji Talent looked at him with warm eyes, her brows furrowing in exasperation. "You still love apologizing so much, Father..."

"Waaaaah~ I'm so sorry! My Talent! I'm really sorry!"

Okura Yusei could no longer hold back; his tear ducts, which he hadn't used for many years, burst forth again, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

I'm sorry to have left you to bear all of this alone!

I'm sorry for making you suffer so much all this time!

I'm sorry that I'm preventing you from growing up and living a normal life like a typical child!

I'm sorry that you're the one who has the hardest time, yet you still have to consider their feelings!

Although he didn't say it aloud, he understood everything.

He lowered his eyes, his voice for the first time sounding like a child who had made a grave mistake. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm sorry, Father, Mother, for causing you so much pain all these years..."

"If I didn't..."

If he hadn't traveled through time and taken the spot that originally belonged to "that child," they wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble.

This was the only thing he regretted in his life.

Someone like him, born with a "curse," doesn't deserve such a good family background and loving parents.

If I had known it would turn out this way, I shouldn't have had such a strong will to live before I died in my past life; I should have just accepted it all...

"That's not true at all!"

X 2.

Two voices, speaking in unison, echoed in the vast space, forcefully drowning out his own voice and causing his body, like a startled bird, to tremble violently.

"Although it can be tough at times, the joy and pride you bring us far outweigh those challenges!"

"That's right! Without Talent, your Mirai is definitely not the Mirai we want!"

"The years we've spent with you and Ashiri have definitely been the happiest time of our lives!"

"No matter what anyone says, you are all our most cherished children!"

"I can't even imagine what my life would be like without you!"

So, don't say things like that...

"..."

"..."

The two spoke back and forth, their voices melodious and lingering, their tones weak, like the desolate sounds of autumn winds.

Before he could hear more than a few words, Sakurakoji Talent walked over to the two people who were embracing each other, their expressions trembling like a flood, and joined them—both of them were constantly pulling out tissues from the coffee table.

With the three of them working together, the nearby trash can was soon filled to more than half full.

Even in this situation, his damned sense of humor kept flaring up, making him think of all sorts of random things: Didn't the maids outside have any sense at all? Such a commotion, and not a single one of them came to ask what was going on...?

Ten minutes later, their mood and movements gradually calmed down.

Sakurakoji Talent, following his usual pattern, twitched his bright red, upturned nose and the red makeup around his eyes that looked like it was made with cheap materials, but he was in a very happy mood.

That's true. At this point, it's pointless to try and figure out who's right and who's wrong.

Importantly, none of them can tolerate their current lives being disrupted.

He used the last tissue first, forcefully flushed away all his unease, and then threw it into the trash can without a second thought.

After standing with his eyes closed for ten seconds, he opened his eyes, which were filled with sorrow yet shone brightly, and revealed the most comfortable smile he had ever shown.

"Then I'll go now, Father~ Mother~"

"Okay, keep it up!"

"We'll cheer you on!"

Don't worry!

His features froze, and he snorted with a resounding voice, "I feel like I'm terrifyingly strong right now!"

"A mere mystery? Watch me suppress it with a flick of my hand!"

"... While confidence is a good thing, we still need to be Kokoro."

Okura Yusei gazed at him tenderly, with a bittersweet mix of amusement and amusement.

"Hmm... but, does it really need seven days?"

Sakurakoji Luna, standing to the side, clutched her chest, her cheeks puffed out, her expression indescribable.

"I feel like my heart might not be able to endure this, Mother..."

Waiting outside while your son fights alone for seven days! What kind of torture is that?!

It would be better to throw her in with him, so they can face this test together!

Sakurakoji Talent pursed her lips, offering a genuine, unpretentious smile, "Seven days is the worst-case scenario. If we're lucky, maybe we can get out tomorrow."

"If you think it's too slow, I promise you, I'll try to finish all of this by tomorrow."

"No need! Although this period of time will be very tiring, your safety is the most important thing! You don't need to rush!"

Sakurakoji Luna waved her hands repeatedly, her tone urgent as she gave the instructions:

"No matter when you finish, Mom and Dad will always be waiting for you! So just do it at your own pace!"

"Yes, yes! Even if it takes seven months or seven years, we'll wait for you!"

Okura Yusei nodded vigorously in agreement.

"No... after such a long period of seclusion, I would have starved to death long ago, wouldn't I?"

He gave a reproachful look.

"Hmph~ Don't worry! No matter what, I promise you, this is the last time! I will never let you suffer this kind of anxiety again!"

"Believe me! After tomorrow, an even brighter, more beautiful, more perfect, and more effortlessly talented Sakurakoji Talent will proudly appear before you!"

The couple exchanged a glance, feeling gratified and happy at his renewed positive spirit.

"Yes! Mother, I believe you!"

"Father, me too! Because of your Talent, you've always been Good Child who could do anything!"

"Uh... I hope you can rephrase it. Using that kind of praise from a teacher for a student with poor grades in this situation... never mind, nothing can affect me now!"

He dusted off his clothes, flicked his sleeve, and walked towards the door. "Then I'll go!"

"I love you, Mom! See you tomorrow!" (in Chinese)

"Yes, I love you too, son!" (in Chinese)

Sakurakoji Luna narrowed her red eyes and let out a silvery, girlish voice.

"Hey? Why are you using Chinese? What about mine?!"

The Okura Yusei stretched out its right hand in mid-air to hold on, emitting a mournful cry as if it had been abandoned.

"That's because I, as his mother, hold a higher place in his heart! I won when it comes to parenting, Yusei!"

"How could you do this?! I was the one who changed his diapers when he was a baby!!!"

"Hmph! Material care is nothing! What matters is the interaction of hearts! Simply put—it's love!"

"When it comes to love, I'm confident I can rival anyone else..."

Sakurakoji Talent stopped in her tracks, scratched her slightly flushed cheek with her index finger, and said without turning around, "Father's words, let's talk about them after I return successfully... if I remember."

He whispered the second half of the sentence, in a voice only he could hear.

"The reason I used Chinese... is because I have a mother tongue shyness~ you know what I mean?"

He turned his head and gave them a knowing look.

As for the fact that, in places they don't know, Chinese is actually his mother tongue... he has no intention of telling them!

"Alright, to keep my promise, I can't delay any longer. I really have to go now."

He patted his flushed cheeks, a result of the series of events, pushed open the living room door, and, no longer lingering in the warm air behind him, entered the hallway.

He greeted the maids nearby, asking them to prepare two warm, damp towels and change the tissues in the living room, before heading upstairs to his room.

It's finally time to face my own body.

His eyes held a restrained light, and compared to before, his mood was surprisingly calm.

Chapter 407 I've succeeded, Daoist Master!

Enter your room and lock the door.

After quickly washing up in the bathroom, he went to the window, drew the curtains, leaving only a faint glimmer of light at the edges.