6 Walking along the route heading home while watching the heavy flow of traffic along the street, Fūju couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.
Even though he had been living in this world for quite some time now, he occasionally still felt like he had just arrived, which left him with a lingering sense of detachment and distance.
Fortunately, he didn’t have any complicated family relationships to deal with, and his daily social interactions were practically nonexistent.
This allowed him to fully enjoy a quiet, peaceful life all by himself.
As for the reason why he lived completely alone, both of his parents had tragically passed away in a plane crash a few years ago.
However, this kind of setup could pretty much be considered standard procedure for someone who had reincarnated into another world.
“Disbanded?
That matter really does require some serious thought,” Fūju muttered quietly to himself.
Even though he had outwardly claimed he didn’t care about the club being disbanded, in his heart, he was actually paying quite a bit of attention to the issue.
After all, that room was one of his established strongholds at school—a free, quiet little world that belonged entirely to him.
If he could preserve the place, keeping it active was definitely the best option.
Otherwise, he would have to expend a massive amount of physical effort to haul all the musical instruments inside the Light Music Club straight back to his house.
That was the thing—except for the upright piano which had already been sitting inside the classroom from the very beginning, all the other instruments like the guitars, the bass, the drum kit, and the violin were actually his own personal property bought with his own cash.
Every single one of those instruments was a top-tier premium product from a famous brand.
If you tallied up the total cost, the entire collection was easily worth several million yen at the minimum.
There was no way he was going to let anyone else lay a finger on his belongings for free, especially items he had purchased at such a premium price.
Speaking of which, he actually admired his own dedication, because in order to master various types of musical instruments, he had basically bought one unit for almost every single type.
And it wasn’t just limited to the instruments inside the Light Music Club either; his house contained an identical set of instruments.
The whole purpose was to make it convenient for him to keep practicing whenever he was at home.
If you combined both sets of instruments, the money spent easily hovered around the ten million yen mark.
As for the source of that kind of money, since he was an all-around versatile genius, he naturally possessed a deep understanding of the financial industry.
He had been consistently investing in the stock market.
The buying and selling trades he executed every week easily netted him hundreds of thousands of yen in profit, allowing his monthly accumulation to reach into the millions.
Through a steady day-to-day accumulation process, his total net worth had already broken past the one hundred million yen mark—a massive financial milestone.
In comparison, the ten million yen spent on musical instruments was merely a tenth of his total accumulated wealth.
However, after completely mastering the field of finance, he didn’t continue active stock trading just to chase more profits.
Unless his current one hundred million yen fortune suddenly vanished or ran out due to extreme overspending.
Only under those specific conditions would he likely return to the financial sector to make a quick buck.
While brainstorming methods to recruit new members so the club could grow to hit the five-person requirement, Fūju unknowingly found himself walking right up to his neighborhood.
His residence was located not far from Toyogasaki Academy, requiring only about a twenty-minute walk.
As for its specific location, the house sat right at the top of a notably steep hill.
This particular slope was a location widely recognized in popular stories as Tantei-zaka.
The spot offered an excellent view and great accessibility, and the entire slope was lined with numerous cherry blossom trees.
During the current blooming season, pink sakura petals frequently drifted down through the air, creating an incredibly aesthetic atmosphere.
Watching the falling cherry blossom petals automatically reminded Fūju of an anime movie he had watched back in his previous life—5 Centimeters per Second.
‘If the speed at which cherry blossom petals fall is five centimeters per second, then how much time does it take for two hearts to draw close to one another?’ That incredibly aesthetic yet melancholic dialogue was a classic quote that he still found difficult to forget even now.
The only slight disappointment was that he had never actually read the original light novel text of the movie, so he couldn’t duplicate the text word-for-word.
However, since his writing skills were currently at the maximum level, he could easily try to recall the contents of the film down the line and write it out using his own words.
Once written, the manuscript didn’t even necessarily need to be sent to a publisher to make money.
After all, the financial legacy he held sat at over a hundred million yen.
As long as he didn’t blow it all on mindless luxuries, that money was more than enough to cover the rest of his life.
Rewriting that story would simply help him reminisce about the past, serving as a personal tribute to his old memories.
Though, if he felt like it in the future, he could try publishing it just to see if he could eventually adapt the movie project entirely on his own.
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The house Fūju lived in wasn’t a standard apartment unit; it was a compact, private villa.
He hadn’t inherited this villa from his parents either.
Initially, Fūju had indeed inherited a small house from his late parents, but that building was just an ordinary residential home.
This small villa had been bought entirely by Fūju using the profits he generated back when he was actively trading stocks.
Meanwhile, the old house had been sold off since keeping it around didn’t serve any urgent purpose.
Besides, that old house wasn’t a place filled with childhood memories; it was just a place he had lived in for the past few years.
If Fūju hadn’t bought this compact villa back then, his current net worth would easily be several times larger than it was now.
As he walked past the house right next door to his property, Fūju spotted a girl with pale pink hair, dressed in a white shirt and a plaid skirt, crouching right in front of her door.
Fūju recognized the girl instantly; she was none other than his neighbor’s daughter.
Even though they hadn’t held formal personal introductions, Fūju knew her true identity.
This girl, just like Shizuka Hiratsuka and the others, was a character straight out of an anime.
Her name was Shoko Nishimiya.
The story she belonged to was a movie heavily centered around the theme of bullying, and the main heroine was the very Shoko Nishimiya sitting right in front of him.
When he had first watched that movie in his past life, Fūju had felt incredibly sad and emotional, to the point where he wanted to track down the male lead and the bullies to give them a severe beating, though he obviously never had the chance back then.
But now, since Shoko Nishimiya had become a real person in his world, that opportunity could easily present itself.
It all depended on whether those cruel bullies would dare show their faces around Shoko Nishimiya to bother her in the future.
Toward Shoko Nishimiya—a girl who was as incredibly unfortunate as she was kind-hearted—whether out of lingering sympathy from his past life or genuine neighborly care in reality, Fūju harbored a deep desire to protect her.
He wanted to shield this girl whose sheer kindness frequently moved people to pity.
Speaking of which, back when he was mastering the medical field, he had conducted specific research regarding treatment methods for hearing impairments.
He wanted to see if he could develop a treatment plan or medicine to cure her condition, hoping to help Shoko Nishimiya live a completely normal life.
“Welcome back!” Seeing Fūju walk past her, Shoko Nishimiya, who had been completely lost in thought, snapped back to reality.
She jogged over with a face full of pure delight and immediately began communicating with Fūju using rapid sign language.
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