My love is abyss mode

Chapter 154 A Rainy Night That Wasn't Depressing

Amidst the gentle flow of violin music, the delicate scent of aquatic perfume and the soft, supple body waft in.

Kuronuma rubbed the tip of his nose, turned his head to look at Toyama Chitose's smiling face beside him, and frowned as he asked, "Aren't you afraid of people gossiping in public?"

There were quite a few people at the party, and the daughter of the Toyama family and the son-in-law of the Hatsushino family were sticking together, which didn't seem appropriate no matter how you looked at it.

Seeing his slight hesitation, Toyama Chitose's lips curved upwards even more, her crystal-clear purple eyes revealing a smile, and even the upturned corners of her eyes exuded an alluring feeling.

She tossed a strand of her long purple hair aside, her gaze sweeping over the onlookers with a hint of ambiguity, and said in a playful tone, "You don't think this is something shameful, do you? Apart from me, my father, and my mother, who here doesn't have a few lovers? Including those old men."

When Chitose Toyama confessed her feelings, she brought up the topic of "lover," suggesting that she was already used to such things.

"I only agree to be your companion, and there are conditions." Kuronuma Kiba noticed that she had moved a little closer, and instantly understood Toyama Chitose's thoughts.

After tonight, most people will probably think that he and Chitose Toyama have an ambiguous relationship, because that's a normal thing, so there might be some rumors.

At certain times, the influence of rumors can be very exploited, and that's probably one of her goals tonight.

Thinking about it this way, there were just a few rumors circulating for no reason, but no real benefit to be gained. It was a slight loss, but there was nothing that could be done. Kuronuma Kiba really didn't want to betray Hatsushika Ryo.

"Where's Shionai? Where did she hide to eat?" He looked around the banquet hall but couldn't find Shionai Shinkai in the crowd.

"They ran away, but it's okay, I'll take full responsibility for this."

Chitose Toyama waved to the sommelier, took a glass of wine from her tray, tilted her head back, took a small sip, and asked Kuroguma Kiba, "This doesn't count as breaking my promise, does it? Can you be my date tonight?"

"I'm already thinking about leaving."

Kuronuma took his phone out of his pocket, glanced at the time on the screen—it was the livehouse at its busiest time: "I don't like these hypocritical occasions, everyone has their own agenda, including you."

"Ryunosuke Akutagawa once said that the most skillful way to live is to both scorn the world and go along with it."

Chitose Toyama completely ignored his sarcasm, casting a playful glance at him with a smile: "Neither you nor Ryo like these kinds of occasions, what will happen to the Hatsushino family in the future?"

"We may not be as clever as you, but we are powerful enough to not care about these things."

In Kuronuma's view, having no choice but to go along with the crowd is a sign of weakness; the strong can change the rules or simply overturn the table.

To this day, he remains a believer in meritocracy, and his views over the past few months have not changed him.

Chitose Toyama probably understood Kuronuma Kiba's thoughts, so he wasn't surprised to hear him say such a thing.

She linked her arm with Kuronuma's, holding a wine glass in her other hand, and walked towards the French double doors of the banquet hall. In a slightly troubled tone, she said, "I'm not like you two monsters, but if you're willing to help me flip the table, I'll do anything you ask!"

The lingering, soft tone of the voice, like a warm breath, sent shivers down your spine.

Kuronuma Kiba raised his hand and pushed away her head that was leaning towards him, sighing with a hint of helplessness: "I hope you can take responsibility for Shiona's matter. Kanon and Momo's preparations are all wasted tonight, and I don't know how to explain it to them."

"I've already called them for you. As long as everything goes smoothly tonight, I'll have plenty of time."

Chitose Toyama opened the heavy wooden door and led him out of the banquet hall. They turned right in the corridor and headed towards the hotel garden: "Also, there's a little detail I'd like to discuss with you."

Walking into the hotel's small garden, the two of them, holding an umbrella, walked through the bare trees and sat down in a gazebo illuminated by warm yellow lights.

Countless fine raindrops fell from the deep black sky, yet the wooden chair remained completely dry.

Chitose Toyama folded her umbrella, sat down, patted her beautiful legs covered by the hem of her dress, turned to Kuronuma with a smile, and asked, "This shouldn't be considered betrayal, right? Just a little bit of ambiguity?"

"If you say it out loud, it loses its ambiguity."

Kuronuma shook his head, not approaching her, his gaze fixed on the shimmering raindrops outside the pavilion: "So, what was your purpose in deceiving Momo, ruining Kanon's plans, and going to such lengths to organize this party?"

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Chitose Toyama simply gave up her little scheme, put down her wine glass, propped herself up on the wooden chair with both hands, and raised her face to watch the rain with Kiba Kuronuma.

The late autumn rainy night was slightly chilly, and with the sound of rain pattering on her head, her voice became softer.

"Because of my stubborn grandfather, even after the dojo was closed because he was ashamed, he still refused to give up on passing down the family's swordsmanship."

“I have absolutely no interest in kendo, so I find him annoying, but he’s family after all.”

"So, if the Kendo Association is willing to reform, for example, if all the so-called masters give up the concept of direct instruction, or change something else, I can stop caring about family traditions and devote all my energy to the people and things I like."

As she spoke, Chitose Toyama picked up the wine glass beside her and held it to her red lips, but her gaze drifted toward Kiba Kuronuma.

Kuronuma Kiba glanced at her as she drank, their eyes meeting for a fleeting moment. He seemed to see the anguish in Toyama Chitose's heart through her crystalline purple eyes.

She cares about her family and friends, but this limits her own dreams.

Raindrops sliding down the eaves create a pleasant atmosphere, but unfortunately there are no lush flowers this season.

The senior is actually a nice person, let's help her out, it's also for the sake of the band.

Kuronuma Kiba muttered to himself, convincing himself to forgive Toyama Chitose for taking matters into his own hands tonight, and then asked in a complicated tone, "What do you need me to do?"

"My junior is gentler than I imagined; he forgave me so easily."

Chitose Toyama moved closer, placed her hand on his shoulder, and swirled the wine in her other hand, saying with a hint of smugness, "I haven't finished my prepared remarks yet."

The scents of perfume and alcohol mingled together, becoming especially clear in the rain-soaked air.

Kuronuma waved his hand dismissively to dispel her breath, and said coldly, "I don't like roundabout ways of speaking."

"That's why you like peaches."

Chitose Toyama drawled out her words, nodded slowly as if deep in thought, and then suddenly said, "Thank you."

"I thought we didn't need to be polite with each other."

"That's right, but this time it's different. It makes me feel like, it's really great that I like you."

"What's different?" Seeing her raise her hand to cover her chest, Kuronuma's eyes gleamed with curiosity.

“Actually, I don’t like going along with the crowd either.” Toyama Chitose leaned her head on his shoulder, slowly closing her eyes, feeling only relief: “I’ve always wanted a pure relationship, one without any exchange of benefits, and unrelated to worldly things like family or background. If you take this opportunity to make demands, I might really be disappointed. It’s a pity you’re not a poor country boy.”

"You think too much."

Seeing the weariness on her alluring face, Kuronuma sighed softly: "When you were thinking of all sorts of things for them, didn't you never expect anything in return?"

Especially regarding the band, they still don't know that Toyama Chitose disbanded the band because of Hatsushino Ryo's feelings.

In this regard, Kuronuma Kiba sincerely admired Toyama Chitose and unhesitatingly chose friendship over dreams.

"Let me tell you about your plans."

“It’s actually very simple. I know you don’t like kendo, and I can probably guess why.” Toyama Chitose raised his legs and pressed them against Kuronuma Kiba’s legs as if afraid he would run away.

If outsiders saw this posture, they would definitely conclude that the two had an unusual relationship.

She leaned all her weight on him, carefully straightening her suit, which she had messed up because of her movements: "Do what you're good at, slap them in the face, and then say some harsh words to get the Hatsushino family to join forces with other conglomerates to crack down on kendo."

"It sounds like I'm a villain, an unreasonable and wicked chaebol heir."

“That’s right. If you’re willing to overturn the table, they’ll definitely agree to change the status quo. But I haven’t considered a new order. What are your thoughts?”

"No, as long as we break the tradition of direct disciples, it'll be fine, right?" Kuronuma's hand stroked the soft fabric of the purple dress, outlining the contours of her beautiful legs. Even through the fabric, one could feel the soft, firm elasticity.

He could vouch for her with his integrity; Chitose Toyama's legs were absolutely the most beautiful and alluring in all of Tokyo, and were in no way inferior to the perfect Ryo Hatsushino.

Long, straight, voluptuous, and with elegant curves, you'll definitely recognize her charm once you touch her.

"Let's go, I want to go home early, otherwise Ryo will throw a tantrum." Kuronuma Kiba moved her beautiful legs aside, not getting too carried away.

"Tsk, what a scoundrel." Chitose Toyama stood up and straightened her skirt, her purple eyes condemning his irresponsible behavior of taking advantage of her.

what is this?
After teasing her, he went back to be intimate with Hatsushiro Ryo, as if he were just a substitute.

I'll settle the score with him when I have time after I've dealt with these troubles.

Having made up her mind, Toyama Chitose suppressed the ferocity in her beautiful eyes, and a charming smile slowly appeared on her alluring face as she extended her hand to him: "Don't forget, you are my companion. They should be getting impatient."

"It's not a dance party."

Kuronuma Kiba took her hand and stood up. After Toyama Chitose opened her umbrella, the two walked into the rain together.

Back in the banquet hall, Chitose Toyama greeted Kuronuma Kiba and several familiar elders, chatting about various topics. Kuronuma Kiba maintained a cold expression throughout, clearly in a terrible mood.

About an hour later, the president of the Kendo Association, who was accompanied by his female secretary, finally couldn't hold back any longer and sent his secretary, who was wearing a short skirt despite it being autumn, to invite the two of them to a formal dinner.

Facing the respectful secretary, Chitose Toyama, arm in arm with Kiba Kuronuma, asked with a smile, "Would you do me the honor?"

"Does he deserve it?" Kuronuma Fang deliberately frowned and asked.

Despite his arrogant words, they didn't sound offensive coming from his mouth, because everyone present knew how much Kuronuma Kiba despised the so-called Kendo Association.

"To be honest, I'm not very satisfied with your arrangements tonight. The Kendo Association occupies so many resources, yet it's so easily defeated. Why not promote boxing matches on a large scale instead?"

Kuronuma Kiba's tone gradually became impatient, and Toyama Chitose put on a fawning smile, pleading in a humble tone like a lover would, "Alright, how about you do me a favor? I promise you won't be disappointed tonight."

"Leaving aside boxing, the current state of kendo... tsk."

"After all, my grandfather still makes a living through kendo."

"Kendo is not as interesting as Pokémon."

“I understand, this is a one-time thing, but I will never let you come to a place like this again.”

The two put on a good show in front of the secretary before leaving the banquet hall with her and heading to the small bar where they met Shinkai Hideaki.

In the short distance of a few dozen steps, Kuronuma continued to belittle swordsmanship without sparing anyone, displaying a smug and petty demeanor.

The most frustrating thing is that others are helpless against "petty people" because of the tradition of Japanese conglomerates holding shares in each other to resist foreign capital. This son-in-law of the Hatsushika family can easily change many things, including the interests they are after, with just a few words.

As they entered the bar, in the dim light, the president of the Kendo Association, whose name they didn't know or perhaps didn't remember, was sitting on the sofa. When the three of them pushed open the door and walked in, he immediately stood up and greeted them with a fawning smile.

Kuronuma ignored him and went straight to the refrigerator in the corner, opened the door and took out two cans of cola.

The secretary covered her lips with her hand, leaned over and whispered a long conversation with the chairman before giving a slight bow in farewell.

Chitose Toyama sat down on the sofa, her legs together and knees bent, her posture quite elegant. After she finished exchanging pleasantries with the chairman, Kiba Kuronuma walked over and leaned back to sit down on the sofa next to Chitose Toyama.

His posture was quite casual, not only impolite but also arrogant. Coupled with his handsome appearance, he could easily play a charming and uniquely charismatic villain in a TV series.

"Mr. Kuronuma, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Kitada Shosuke, the current president of the Japan Kendo Association."

Kitada Shosuke had just sat down when he stood up again, bowed slightly, and greeted them with a cautious expression: "I heard that you seem to have some suggestions for the Kendo Association that could help us develop in a better direction?"

“No, I don’t think the Kendo Association is necessary.” Kiba Kuronuma handed Chitose Toyama a can of cola, and when she waved it away, he reached out to Shosuke Kitada.

Before he could even reach out to take it, Kuronuma Kiba crushed the can of cola in his hand with a loud "bang," and Kitada Shosuke's body, which was not yet half-squatting, trembled.

"Do you understand? If kendo doesn't use a real sword, it's meaningless, because a bamboo sword isn't as powerful as a human body."

This is of course only a few cases, but almost all men who make a living by boxing can do it.

Kuronuma Kiba tossed away the crumpled can in his hand, pulled out a few tissues from the coffee table to wipe his fingers, and said indifferently, "So, the Kendo Association should be shut down."

Upon hearing this, Kitada Shosuke broke out in a cold sweat, then quickly raised his hand to wipe it with the cuff of his suit.

Being targeted by conglomerates is no joke. These terrifying behemoths can easily destroy too many things. Even though kendo and the Metropolitan Police Department have many connections, they cannot stop them from raising the price of raw materials—this alone is unacceptable to them.

(End of this chapter)