Nakayama Kazuki (Family Line, 4,000 Characters)

When Eri and the child were taken back to the ward, it became the center of the family's attention once again.

This time, however, there was no anxiety in the air, only overflowing joy.

However, after a day and a night of turmoil, both mothers looked exhausted, and Nakayama Hayao and Nakagawa Jun had official business to attend to the next day.

Next comes the issue of providing care and companionship.

No matter how comprehensive the services in a VIP ward are, nothing beats the peace of mind of having family members by your side.

"I'll stay!" Nakagawa Takako was the first to speak, holding her daughter's hand with eyes full of worry. "If anything happens to Eri tonight, it'll be easier for me to look after her here."

Mothers always feel that they can take better care of their children than others can.

Nakayama Miyuki glanced at her exhausted daughter-in-law, then at her equally weary mother-in-law, and shook her head with a smile. Her tone was gentle but authoritative. "Mother-in-law, you've had a long day too. You'll have to worry about things at home tomorrow. This is a hospital; the nurses are here 24/7. Besides, she glanced at her son by the bedside, whose gaze hadn't left his wife and children."

"Takuya will stay tonight, and Keiko will stay to assist him. Let the two young people learn on their own."

Upon hearing this, the elderly maid, Keiko, immediately stepped forward, nodded respectfully, and indicated that she was ready to serve at any time.

Having the son personally take care of his daughter-in-law and grandson is both a form of training and a way of showing his in-laws that the Nakayama family will absolutely not mistreat Eri.

Nakagawa Takako could say anything more, Nakayama Hayao had been silent all along, spoke up.

"Alright, listen to Miyuki. A bunch of people crowding here will only disturb Eri and the child's rest. Takuya, you're a father now, you need to take on the responsibility of caring for your wife and child." These words were heavy and firm, but everyone could hear the expectation and pride in them.

"You can go back now without worry." Nakayama Takuya finally looked away from his son and solemnly said to the four elders,

I'm here.

In short, it was a powerful statement.

Nakagawa Takako also took Eri's hand and gently instructed her, "Eri, don't push yourself. If you feel unwell, tell Takuya or the nurse."

The group lingered around the child for a while longer before reluctantly preparing to leave.

Before leaving, Nakayama Atsuo paused, turned to Nakayama Takuya, and lowered his voice.

"You and Eri should discuss and decide on the child's name as soon as possible. The ceremony and registration for Yuqiye are pending."

This was an order, and also a father and grandfather's most direct expectation for the continuation of the family line.

"Understood, Father."

Nakayama Hayao in agreement, then took another deep look at his frail daughter-in-law on the hospital bed and his grandson in the naked body. His usually taut face softened for once.

The most senior maid, Keiko, silently sorted through the various supplies she had brought, her movements swift and quiet, trying her best not to disturb the new mother's rest.

Takuya moved a chair and stayed by the hospital bedside, not going anywhere else.

He would glance at Eri, who was fast asleep, with a satisfied smile on her pale face, and then peek at the tiny, red life inside the incubator.

It feels very strange.

Just a few hours ago, he was just Nakayama Takuya. Now, he's a father.

This heavy sense of responsibility, accompanied by an unprecedented sense of peace, filled his chest.

After an unknown amount of time, the little guy in the incubator suddenly stirred, followed by soft, kitten-like whimpering sounds.

Almost simultaneously, Eri, lying on the hospital bed, opened her eyes—a mother's instinct.

"Is he hungry?" Eri's voice was still a little weak, but her eyes were incredibly clear.

"It should be." Takuya immediately got up and, together with Keiko who had rushed over, carefully helped Eri sit up, and then placed a few soft cushions behind her back.

In fact, Eri had already given her Eri when she gave birth to her baby.

Thanks to comprehensive prenatal nutrition and care, breastfeeding colostrum went very smoothly, and there was no issue with insufficient milk supply.

This time, the little one was even more adept at it. As soon as he snuggled into his mother's arms, he accurately found his food and made a satisfied sucking sound.

The ward was quiet, with only the sound of the little one swallowing and the faint sound of the wind outside the window.

Takuya sat on the edge of the bed, watching quietly.

Looking at Eri with her head down, her eyes so gentle they could melt water, her profile was enveloped in a halo of holiness under the soft light of the bedside lamp.

Then I looked at that tiny thing, only a little bigger than my palm, with its eyes closed, sucking up the source of life with all its might.

Looking at his wife, whose face was tired but whose eyes were so tender they could melt your heart.

At that moment, all Sega, Nintendo, and the blueprint for a business empire were thrown to the winds.

His world consisted only of this hospital bed and the two most important people in his life.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction and belonging, like warm seawater, enveloped and permeated his entire being.

"Where are you looking?" Eri Richard his gaze, a blush rising on her face, and she gave him a reproachful glare.

"Huh? Oh—" Takuya seemed to wake from a dream, his face flushed, and he quickly looked away, scratching his head. He quickly came up with a topic, "I was thinking about our son's name. Dad just urged me to name him."

Upon hearing Eri, Eri looked down at her son, who was happily eating in her arms, her gaze softening even more.

"I don't have any particular thoughts. As long as he grows up healthy and strong, I'll be content."

Takuya watched his son grow up, his mind flashed back to Sega's intricate shareholding structure and the unruly managers of its branches around the world.

Today's Sega is no longer the simple arcade company his father once owned. With its North America branch, Europe branch, home consoles, arcades, software development, and IP management, it's a sprawling entity. He's poured countless hours into these projects over the years, barely managing to bring them together, reduce internal friction, and unite them against external forces.

In addition, there's TV Tokyo, which is owned by my father-in-law.

In the future, this kid will inherit a business empire that is even larger and more complex than it is now.

Without the magnanimity to embrace all rivers and the skill to mediate, one cannot command respect.

Thinking about this, a word popped into his mind.

"Eri," he held his wife's hand that wasn't holding the baby, looking at her intently, "How about calling her ' Kazuki '?"

"Kazuki?" Eri repeated softly.

"Yes," Takuya explained, "'He' means harmony. I hope that in the future, he will have a tolerant and inclusive spirit, so that this family and our careers can both be harmonious and beautiful."

"The 'tree' in this context refers to a large tree. I hope he can be like a big tree, with deep roots, growing straight and strong."

He paused, looking intently at Eri, his voice becoming exceptionally gentle.

"To shelter you from the wind and rain, and for this family."

Eri's heartstrings were gently plucked.

She looked into the sincerity and expectation in her husband's eyes, then looked down at her son, who was already full and asleep with his little mouth smacking.

"Nakayama Kazuki--." She savored the name, a smile blooming on her face—the most beautiful smile she had ever seen since becoming a mother.

"Yes, let's call Kazuki."

Takuya watched this scene, the last bit of unease in his heart completely vanished. He leaned over and kissed Eri on the forehead, then couldn't help but reach out and gently touch his son's soft cheek.

The little guy seemed to sense something in his sleep; his little mouth twitched, and his brows furrowed into a small knot.

Takuya reluctantly withdrew his hand.

"Oh no, this kid seems to have a bad temper; he's definitely going to be a troublemaker in the future."

Eri was amused by his helpless expression and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Nonsense, neither we Kazuki would do that."

After careful examination and care, Eri recovered very well, and Kazuki was eating and sleeping well, with all indicators showing excellent health.

Five days after Kazuki's birth, the Nakayama family and Nakagawa family families arrived at the hospital in a grand procession to pick up the mother and child.

The discharge procedures were completed quickly, but Nakayama Takuya was busier than anyone else.

He first checked the baby carrier's safety belt three times, and then personally tested the temperature of the car's air conditioning with his hand, afraid that the wind might be too strong and hurt the child.

"Takuya, that's enough. If we keep doing the tests, our son will be spending seven nights in the hospital." Eri had already changed her clothes and was leaning against the bed, amused as she watched her husband running around like a headless chicken.

In the past few days, he has quickly "evolved" from a clueless novice into a meticulous and caring dad.

"Safety first!" Takuya placed the infant carrier into the child safety seat in the back seat with a serious expression. He tugged at it to make sure it wasn't moving, then breathed a sigh of relief and turned to help Eri.

Back at the Nakayama Mansion, the old maid Keiko was already waiting at the door with all the servants.

When Eri carried Kazuki, who was naked Kazuki the bus, everyone bowed in unison, as if welcoming a triumphant monarch.

Everything in the mansion has been completely renovated. The study originally prepared for Takuya has been transformed into a top-of-the-line nursery, and everything inside is ready.

On the evening of the seventh day after Kazuki's birth, the Nakayama family was brightly lit and filled with guests.

Nakayama Miyuki personally oversaw the preparations, hiring the head chef of a long-established Kyoto ryotei (traditional Japanese restaurant) to host a banquet at her home for her grandson's Goshichiya.

The main relatives of the Nakayama family and Nakagawa family had all arrived, and the large living room was filled with laughter and joy. Everyone's attention was focused on the little life carefully wrapped in Qiang Nuan.

The ceremony began, and the living room fell silent instantly.

Nakayama Hayao changed into a dignified crested haori and sat in the main seat. On the low table in front of him was a sheet of clean white paper for offering letters.

This ruthless business tycoon, whose word was law, now wore a solemn and expectant expression, his usual imposing demeanor replaced by one of seriousness and anticipation.

He picked up a brush dipped in ink, and with a steady wrist, wrote four large characters on the paper, stroke by stroke.

Nakayama Kazuki.

After finishing writing, he put down his pen, examined it for a moment, and spoke in a deep voice, which, though not loud, carried throughout the room. "Harmony means reconciliation and harmony. Trees represent trees and pillars. I, the eldest grandson of the Nakayama family, should have the magnanimity to embrace all things, and also the responsibility to stand tall and upright."

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on his son, Takuya, his eyes filled with undisguised satisfaction and expectation.

Takuya stood beside Eri, gently supporting his wife's waist with one hand, a surge of warmth flowing through his heart.

He named the child, but when his father uttered it, it took on a deeper meaning and carried the weight of the entire family.

At this solemn moment, Nakayama Kazuki, who had been sleeping peacefully in Eri's arms, seemed to understand his grandfather's words and suddenly "poof"ed out a loud milk bubble.

The silence was instantly shattered.

"Hahaha!" Nakagawa Jun couldn't help but burst into laughter. He walked over and patted Takuya's shoulder heavily. "Good lad! Looks like my grandson will be someone who doesn't play by the rules in the future!"

Nakayama Atsuo's lips curled up slightly, a rare occurrence, instantly Panasonic the tense atmosphere.

At the banquet, the two grandfathers completely abandoned their airs as company presidents, each drinking a cup of sake, and their conversation revolved entirely around Kazuki.

"Look at that nose and mouth, they're exactly like Eri's when she was little." Nakagawa Jun looked at his grandson with pride.

"Nonsense!" Nakayama Hayao retorted immediately, even taking off his reading glasses and leaning closer. "Those eyebrows, that forehead, it's clearly just like Takuya when he was a child! Our Nakayama family genes can't be wrong!"

The two elderly people, whose combined age was over one hundred, childishly argued about whose son their grandson resembled, causing the two ladies to shake their heads in disapproval.

The lively atmosphere of the banquet gradually split into several smaller circles.

On the men's side, Nakayama Takuya was being pulled aside by his older brother, Katsuya, who was imparting his experience as a veteran.

"Look at your dark circles, you're almost as dark as I was back then." Katsuya patted his younger brother's shoulder, his tone teasing. "Brother, you don't know," Takuya shook his head, "I've been averaging only four hours of sleep these past few days. I have to keep a close eye on Kazuki."

Katsuya listened, stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Four hours? You need to learn to find breaks to rest. It takes so many years for a child to grow up; you can't do this every day. Besides, Aunt Keiko is here; you don't need to make yourself so stressed."

He leaned closer and said in a voice only the two brothers could hear, "Also, what you need to learn most right now is how to change a diaper in three minutes, and with one hand."

"One hand?" Takuya, somewhat puzzled.

"You need to hold his leg down with your other hand," Katsuya said with a look that said, "You're still too young. Otherwise, as soon as you change into clean clothes, he'll give you a hot bath and smear it right in your face."

Takuya imagined the scene for a moment, and his expression instantly became quite interesting. He nodded solemnly.

On the other side, the women surrounded Eri was now able to walk.

Reiko, the eldest Reiko, was carefully Eri's shawl. "Eri, you must not touch cold water or be exposed to drafts during your postpartum period. Maruji was careless back then, and as a result, he had back pain for several years."

Ayako, the Ayako sister, chimed in, "Yes, and when breastfeeding, the posture has to be right, otherwise you'll get tired. Look, like this, putting an extra pillow behind your back makes it much more comfortable."

Eri listened quietly, a gentle smile on her face, her gaze never leaving the sleeping Kazuki in her arms. "Sometimes he falls asleep while eating, and I'm always worried he hasn't eaten enough."

"Kids are all like that," Reiko said with a smile. "They'll wake up on their own when they're hungry, more punctual than an alarm clock. Your most important task right now is to sleep with him, sleep as long as you can."

As they were talking, Reiko waved to someone not far away. "Maruji, come and see your little brother."

Nakayama Maruji, who had been curiously peeking from behind a pillar, immediately ran over with his short legs.

He lay on Eri's knees, his feet touching the ground, cautiously peering at the rosy little face inside the naked body.

"He's so small," Maruji said in a childish voice.

"You can gently touch his hand," Eri encouraged softly.

Maruji slowly extended a chubby finger and tentatively touched Kazuki's small fist.

The moment they made contact, Kazuki, who was asleep, seemed to sense something, smacked her lips, and let out a satisfied hum.

Maruji's eyes widened instantly. He abruptly pulled his hand back, as if he had discovered a new continent. Turning to his mother, he shouted excitedly in a low voice, "He moved! Mom, my little brother moved!"

This playful exclamation paused the laughter filling the room for a moment, before erupting into even more joyful cheers.