"Cough, cough, cough! Well... you'll understand when you grow up. By the way, how's your training going?" Yamabuki Chidori asked.
Chizome Souya held out his arm. His once-thin arm had developed some muscle. There wasn't much, but the results were starting to show.
"Not bad, not bad. Keep training, and one day you'll become bald—ptui, you'll become a hero for fun! Then you can punch anyone you don't like into pieces!" Yamabuki Chidori spouted nonsense without restraint.
Just then, Chizome Tano walked in with a cheerful smile.
"Chief Strategist... could you pause the training for a bit? I have some business to discuss later, and I'd like to take the two of them along so they can broaden their horizons," Chizome Tano said with a smile.
"No problem. I could use a break anyway." Yamabuki Chidori's attitude was basically, They weren't his kids, after all.
Chizome Tano hurriedly urged his son and daughter to change clothes. Chizome Tsubaki looked deeply unwilling.
"Last time, you said it was for business talks, but that old man stared at me lecherously for an entire hour! And all they talked about at the dinner table was stuff I couldn't understand. It wasn't interesting at all." Chizome Tsubaki hated these so-called business occasions.
Not only did Chizome Tano not get angry, he looked proud instead. "Doesn't that just prove my daughter is beautiful? Why would a beautiful woman be afraid of being looked at? This deal is very important to the family. Hurry up."
Though Chizome Tsubaki was unwilling, she had no way to defy her father's orders. She could only reluctantly change into an extravagant kimono and prepare to accompany him to the business meeting.
Yamabuki Chidori watched Chizome Tano's retreating back and sighed softly.
He really never learned.
Had he forgotten how badly