Osaka was Japan's second-largest city and naturally had plenty of great tourist attractions. Unfortunately, Kannagi Shinichi and the others had no time to sightsee. They drove straight to a hospital.
"Are you sure Mouri Jusaburou is here, Atobe?" Oshitari asked as they entered the hospital and looked at the crowds coming and going.
Atobe toyed with a lock of soft gray hair that fell over his forehead. His proud voice rang out. "That's right. He skipped training today, and he's at this hospital."
Before coming to Osaka, Atobe had someone investigate Mouri Jusaburou. He learned that every weekend, while the regulars at Shitenhoji were training, Mouri was the only one who stayed away. He came to this hospital to keep his mother company.
Kannagi Shinichi had no doubts about the information Atobe had obtained. With the power of the Atobe Financial Group, finding out where someone was would be a piece of cake if they really wanted to. In this modern society, there was nothing money couldn't do.
And that was why Kannagi Shinichi liked money.
In no time, the three of them reached a hospital room. A pale woman lay on the bed inside.
Hearing a noise outside the door, the woman turned to look. Three boys stood there with tennis bags on their backs.
"Hello. Is Shitenhoji's Mouri here?"
As the one in charge of their trip to Osaka, Kannagi Shinichi bowed to the woman and spoke gently. He knew she was Mouri Jusaburou's mother.
"Are you here to see Jusaburou...? He just went out. He should be back soon."
A kind smile appeared on the woman's face, and her gaze was gentle. Seeing the tennis bags on the boys' backs reminded her of the days before she fell ill, when her son Mouri Jusaburou had carried a