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Yumiko Miura's lips twitched.

"We've arrived, young lady. Take your things and head back quickly."

The old woman sighed, gave her a meaningful look, and seemed to have some inexplicable emotion in her cloudy eyes.

"........."

Yumiko Miura was completely baffled. Where did this Sagawa come from? He didn't even dare to mention him.

She walked along the road, carrying two large bags with some difficulty.

Through her observation, this era she was obsessed with seemed to be the same as the era she lived in, and people's thinking was no longer the same as before. When faced with bad people, they would not only not take the initiative to step forward, but they would also not dare to mention their names.

Or does Sagawa hold some other significance for this village?

The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed; there was something odd about this village.

Suddenly, a commotion caught her attention.

"Hahaha, idiot!"

"A fool paired with an old dog, absolutely perfect!"

"Kill this idiot!"

…………

'It's those brats...'

Yumiko Miura glanced around and spotted a group of kids throwing stones at something near a pond.

She was curious, so she leaned closer to take a look, and her expression immediately changed.

That wasn't anything; it was clearly a person!

Although she had a bad temper and seemed arrogant, she was definitely a kind person at heart. She threw the two bags on the ground and rushed forward, yelling.

"What are you bastards doing!"

Just as the children were getting into a good fight, a loud soprano voice suddenly jumped out from the side, startling them all.

Turning their heads, they saw a disheveled, aggressive blonde woman charging towards them.

Isn't that that weirdo woman?

Their faces turned completely pale instantly, and they scattered like birds, screaming all the while.

Yumiko Miura: "...Am I that scary?"

She walked somewhat dejectedly towards the person who was huddled on the ground, clutching their head: "Hey, are you alright?"

The man shuddered, then slowly stood up.

"Gu..."

Looking at that person, Miura Yumiko couldn't help but swallow and take a step back.

My goodness, that must be at least two meters tall!

Then came another wave of deep doubt.

You're a giant even in Japan, and you got beaten up by a few kids?!

It's no wonder she was surprised; the thing was just too huge.

His height was estimated to be at least two meters tall. His clothes were obviously ill-fitting, binding him tightly. They hadn't been washed in a long time, and were covered in mud. His exposed skin was also filthy, jiggling with the giant's movements.

In an instant, Miura Yumiko felt that she had been tricked. How could such a tall and fat guy be beaten so badly by a few kids?

She turned and retreated without making a sound, preparing to run away.

But as soon as the giant spoke, she understood why this guy was being beaten so badly by a group of children.

"Thank you, Mom!"

Miura Yuko: "?"

The giant's single word "Mom" made her feel like her brain was about to explode.

She hesitated for a moment before turning to look at the giant.

I saw a pair of clear eyes.

Those were eyes that were almost too clear, seemingly untouched by any emotion, like a blank sheet of paper.

Yumiko Miura realized that this giant was a fool.

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to take another look. She found that the giant didn't seem to have any intention of harming her. She also noticed that his hands seemed to be holding an unidentified creature. Upon closer inspection, she realized that it was a dog.

He seemed to have been protecting the dog under his body.

"You... put it down first, it won't be able to breathe if you do that."

After thinking for a moment, she spoke.

The fool seemed to have no guard up at all, and obediently put the dog on the ground.

"Woooooooo..."

The dog seemed quite old; its limbs were trembling as it was placed on the ground, though it could also have been nearly suffocated by the idiot earlier.

This is an Akita Inu, and it seems to be quite old. Most of its fur has fallen out, and the patches of bare skin, combined with its dirty golden fur, make it look extremely unpleasant to look at. One of its eyes is a deathly gray, so it must be blind.

What should we do now?

Saving someone may feel good in the moment, but it can cause a lot of trouble afterwards.

This is a true reflection of her current situation.

After hesitating for a moment, she instructed the fool, "Go back now, and remember not to... try to go out as little as possible."

The fool nodded blankly and even sniffled.

Yumiko Miura sighed. Oh well, she couldn't control that anymore.

Besides, it's just a 'game'...

Book 1: Chapter 31 Women, Strange Men, Fools, and Dogs

"Didn't I tell you not to come up the mountain with me?"

The midday sun always seemed so intense as Miura Yumiko struggled along the mountain path, carrying two large bags.

Putting everything else aside, she bet that her mountaineering skills will improve dramatically after she gets back.

Arriving under a tree, she put down the two bags she was carrying, pulled at the collar of her tracksuit to wipe away her sweat, her movements incredibly practiced.

If her acquaintances saw her, they would be shocked. Could this woman with frizzy blonde hair, a dirty face, wearing filthy sportswear, and who doesn't care about her appearance really be the proud blonde queen?

Of course it is.

Yumiko Miura sighed inwardly. She could only say that habit is a terrible thing. Three months had passed since she first went to the village to exchange for food.

Yes, another three months have passed. Although she still doesn't feel it's real, the memories are appearing in her mind.

She seemed to have gotten used to this life of hiding on the mountaintop and observing Sagawa. Except for the times she went down the mountain to buy food, she and Kuroda took turns monitoring Sagawa with binoculars for twelve hours every day without fail.

These days are simply unbearable; I really don't know how Kuroda managed to endure them.

Besides that, there's the person right in front of me.

The tall, simple-minded man, holding an old dog with one blind eye, looked at her with a silly grin and said, "Mom, I'm hungry."

"I already told you I'm not your mother, I'm still a young girl, you bastard."

Although she was cursing, she still skillfully took two out of the bag and handed them to him.

"Eat up, and then don't follow me anymore. Uncle Kuroda will be angry if he sees you."

She looked at the fool who was wolfing down the food with pity and sighed.

She had already learned about the man's background through the old woman who sold supplies.

He was actually quite normal as a child, but when he was five years old, an earthquake struck and the house collapsed. His parents managed to save his life by shielding him with their bodies.

But after that night, his mind seemed to be forever trapped in that night.

So he became a fool.

As for the old dog in the fool's arms, the old woman didn't know its origin, but it seemed to have lived in the village for a long time, so long that even the old woman didn't know how old it was.

The idiot grew up eating food from everyone he met, but the village was already poor. Even though life had improved, no one liked this big guy who ate for free. So some of the guys started to tease him, saying that he should call any man "Dad" and any woman "Mom" so that people would give him food.

The fool believed it, so he called everyone he met "Dad" and "Mom." However, everyone in the village knew he had mental problems, and apart from scolding him, they didn't try to correct him. So the fool developed this habit.

"This is truly a terrible thing..."

Yumiko Miura sighed, then took two more from the bag and stuffed them into the simpleton's arms: "Don't call me Mom anymore, you have to call me sister, okay?"

"Good mother."

The fool grinned foolishly and agreed.

Miura Yuko: "…………"

Forget it, there's no need to argue with an idiot.

She rubbed her back, then picked up the bag from the ground, ready to go up the mountain.

"I'll help you, Mom."

The fool finished eating in no time, then put the old dog on his shoulder and snatched the bag from Miura Yumiko's hand.

Yumiko Miura hesitated for a moment, then didn't say anything more.

She wasn't concerned about the food being taken by the idiot. She understood him; although he was foolish, he would never take other people's things.

She hesitated because Kuroda seemed to have a lot of opinions about the idiot, and he never gave the idiot a friendly look whenever he saw him.

'Oh well, it's just a scolding anyway; the idiot won't understand anyway.'

The main problem was that carrying the bags was really tough for her. She wasn't being dramatic; each of the two bags weighed a full twenty pounds. The fact that she could lift them meant she had amazing arm strength for a girl her age. But lifting them was one thing, carrying them was another, and carrying them up a mountain was yet another.

Over this period of time, she suspected that her biceps might be more developed than Hayama's...

So the two people and the dog went up the mountain.

The mountain remained largely unchanged, except for a new tent that had appeared not far from Kuroda's dilapidated cabin. It was a gift from Kuroda to Miura Yumiko. After all, he was a university professor, and a law professor at that; you couldn't expect him to build another run-down cabin. It was a miracle that his cabin hadn't collapsed yet.

"father!"

Once the fool reached the mountaintop, he put down the two bags and grinned foolishly at Kuroda.

"........."

Kuroda's knuckles twitched almost imperceptibly as he stared expressionlessly at Miura Yumiko: "Didn't I tell you not to bring him up?"

Yumiko Miura rolled her eyes: "Why don't you carry the bags next time, Professor Kuroda?"

Kuroda was somewhat embarrassed.

He came from a scholarly family and was practically incapable of physical strength. His arm strength was probably no match for that of Miura Yumiko, a high school student. Before Miura Yumiko arrived, he could carry two bags and climb for a whole day by himself...

"Wang Wang Wang..."

The old dog seemed a bit hungry. After barking hoarsely twice, it looked longingly at Miura Yumiko.

"Alright, alright, I'll go cook now."

With a sigh, Miura Yumiko carried two large bags of supplies into her tent.

Her tent was more of a kitchen than a place to sleep, since her status was updated every day at midnight, and the only thing she couldn't stand was the food.

She couldn't stand eating three meals a day or just steamed buns.

After Miura Yumiko went into the tent, only the two people and the dog remained on the open ground at the top of the mountain.

Kuroda stared at the idiot with an extremely complicated look; he didn't like this guy.

The fool ignored him completely and instead spun around in circles.

He was tall and fat and sweated easily, but he couldn't stay still, so whenever he sweated, he liked to run laps and feel the wind blowing on his face.