Chapter 110: Kitahara-kun is Too Generous

Kitahara Chiki hadn’t expected Rena-chan to actually be a painter!

What a incredible coincidence!

The drawing skills he had acquired earlier could finally be put to good use now.

Didn’t Rena-chan want to find a job? Wouldn’t this be a ready-made job right here?

The Sky of Fate could definitely be adapted into a manga!

Having her draw manga for him meant there would naturally be plenty of interactions between them. This would be immensely beneficial for getting to know each other, fostering affection, and boosting her favorability toward him.

Kitahara estimated that Rena-chan’s drawing skills were likely at an average level, which was actually for the best.

That way, he could even teach her hands-on.

Simply perfect.

"Under the distant sky... at the far edges of the firmament... an unsanctioned love... Sugoi! Kitahara-kun is truly an outstanding writer. Just a few offhand words carry such profound artistic sentiment.

With just these few sentences, it already makes people feel this is a tragic yet beautiful love story, driving one to want to uncover its secrets!

Kitahara-kun, could you quickly tell me more about this story?"

Hayami Rena stopped eating, placed both hands on the dining table, and stared at Kitahara with wide, beautiful eyes, gazing at him with earnest enthusiasm.

At this moment, she was immensely curious about Kitahara Chiki and the story he had just mentioned.

"Hayami Rena’s Favorability +1."

"Hayami Rena’s Favorability +1."

That already added two favorability points?

He hadn’t even done anything yet!

"Haha, I didn’t expect Rena-chan to be so interested. Alright, then I’ll give you a brief overview. This is a story about family affection, love, and growth."

Kitahara gave a rough outline of the story.

His choice of words was quite precise.

Using elegant and refined language, he crafted a story that sounded aesthetically pleasing, poignant, and filled with a tinge of sorrow.

With his current literary cultivation, this was hardly difficult.

"What a truly heartwarming and touching story!"

Rena-chan listened attentively and wholeheartedly.

After Kitahara finished speaking, she sighed in admiration.

"So, is Rena-chan willing to illustrate this story?" Kitahara asked.

"I... can I really do it?"

Hayami Rena’s eyes were filled with anticipation, yet mixed with a great deal of self-doubt.

She didn’t feel that her own drawing abilities were sufficient to turn this story into a manga.

Faced with such a wonderful narrative, she felt timid, afraid that she might ruin such a great story.

"Rena-chan, you have to believe in yourself. If your skill is lacking, you can improve through hard work. In fact, no one achieves success easily. Aside from a very select few born with exceptional talent, most people achieve their modest accomplishments through continuous hard work and by cherishing every single opportunity.

Therefore, I think you should at least give it a try!"

Kitahara said solemnly.

Hearing these words, Hayami Rena was deeply moved. What he said made a lot of sense, and this opportunity was truly rare.

She had loved drawing since she was a child and had once dreamed of becoming a mangaka.

However, as she grew older, she encountered more and more setbacks, gradually losing her confidence and abandoning her dream.

Yet at this moment, Kitahara’s encouragement felt like a beam of light shining into the depths of her heart.

"Kitahara-kun, thank you. I’m willing to try," Hayami Rena said firmly.

Kitahara Chiki let out a gratified smile. "Then let’s begin tonight."

"Hayami Rena’s Favorability +1."

"Hayami Rena’s Favorability +1."

...

Shinjuku Ward, Matsuda Bookstore.

While Kitahara’s household was enjoying a harmonious and joyous dinner together, Matsuda Yumi and her father were also eating their evening meal.

However, compared to the table full of delicacies at Kitahara’s place, the meal for Matsuda father and daughter was far more modest.

There were only two servings of unagi (eel) rice bowls.

"Hey, Dad, we can’t keep eating unagi rice all the time, right? I know you like Auntie Eel and want to support her business. But don’t you get tired of eating it for a whole week?"

Matsuda Yumi complained to her father while shoveling rice into her mouth.

"Tired? How could I ever be tired of it? I wouldn’t get tired of it if I ate it for a lifetime!" Matsuda Hongo stuffed a piece of soft, tender eel into his mouth, chewing happily as he spoke with a blissfully content expression.

His daughter hadn’t returned last night, and he hadn’t stayed at the bookstore either. Instead, he had gone to home of Auntie Eel, Kumi, spending a fulfilling night there.

Throughout the entire night, he felt as though he were immersed in a world filled with deep affection and warmth.

Kumi’s silky-soft eyes shimmered with affectionate light, and her slightly upturned lips bore an intoxicating smile, leaving him deeply intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

When Kumi gently rested her hand on his shoulder, he could feel the tender touch from her fingertips, as soft as a spring breeze brushing across his face.

When she leaned close, a faint, delicate fragrance radiated from her body and lingered around his nose, refreshing his mind and spirit.

Kumi whispered softly in his ear with gentle words, every sentence sounding like heavenly music—utterly delightful to hear.

Her voice was overflowing with care and affection, causing his heart to instantly melt into a pool of warm spring water.

And whenever their eyes met, the profound feelings flowing in each other’s gaze conveyed everything to the depths of their hearts without the need for words.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and only the two of them remained in the entire world.

He indulged to his heart’s content in the endless tenderness Kumi bestowed upon him—a tenderness like warm spring sunshine bathing the earth, a summer night’s breeze brushing across the face, autumn maple leaves drifting onto shoulders, or winter snow fluttering softly into one’s heart.

It was everywhere, yet so delicate and nuanced, leaving one utterly intoxicated.

Seeing her father’s enthralled expression, Matsuda Yumi felt her scalp go numb and goosebumps rise all over her body.

Dad was really too much. At his age, still messing around with all this romance—it was truly unbearable.

Fortunately, she wouldn’t be living here anymore, nor would she have to eat unagi rice every day or endure her dad.

"Fine, fine, as long as you like it, Dad. Oh, by the way, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m moving out soon. Kitahara-senpai gave me a property—it’s quite large and pretty close to where I work, so I won’t have to wake up early to squeeze onto crowded trains anymore!

Senpai also gave me a sum of money to hand over to you, Dad, saying it’s meant for renovating our family bookstore. After he visited last time, he noticed the bookstore’s decor was outdated and insisted on sponsoring us..."

"How much money?" Matsuda Hongo interrupted his daughter, asking the core question.

"Ten million yen."

"Nani? Sugoi! Kitahara-kun is far too generous! How could he be so thoughtful? Yumi-chan, from now on, you must make sure to serve him well!"

"Kitahara-kun treats us so well. I have no way to repay him myself, but you can, Yumi-chan. In the future, as long as Kitahara-kun makes any requests that aren’t unreasonable, you must satisfy him. Even if they’re a bit over the line, try your best not to refuse. I’ve taught you since you were little that one must repay kindness with gratitude—you must keep that firmly in mind!"