Suguha's mother hurriedly tugged at her husband's sleeve, trying to remind him of that boy's identity. She was so anxious she was practically about to cry.
Yet Suguha's father remained standing there like an immovable mountain, arms folded across his chest. He paid no attention to his wife's hints and even found her somewhat annoying.
"Quit tugging on me! Honey, why have you been pulling at my clothes since the beginning?!"
Suguha's mother was truly on the verge of tears. Pointing at Akasaka in the distance, she said to her husband, "Take a close look. Who does this boy resemble?"
Suguha's father still had his arms folded and merely curled his lips dismissively. "Who else could he resemble? Of course he looks like Japan's Prime Minister. What's so surprising about that?"
Of course, at first glance, he had thought the young man before him resembled Japan's Prime Minister, but he instinctively rejected the idea.
After all, what had his daughter done to deserve a boyfriend who was Japan's Prime Minister?
Wasn't that ridiculous?
So he simply didn't believe it!
Instinctively, he treated the man before him as an example like China's Jack Ma and Little Jack Ma—people who merely looked alike.
He never considered that they might be the same person.
Suguha's mother grabbed her own hair with both hands. She looked like she was losing her mind, on the verge of a breakdown.
"Don't you think the resemblance is absurd?"
"Don't you think they're identical?"
"Just take a proper look! At least ask who he is!"
Even Kirito beside them instinctively tried to erase his own presence, hoping to leave this place of trouble.
He hadn't expected Tiger King, whom he knew from the game, to be connected to Japan's Prime Minister...
He wasn't as dense as Dad, who