After leaving the restaurant, Taiga Fujimura noticed that she had picked up two little “tails” following behind her.
“Hey—why are you two following me?”
She turned around and asked, puzzled.
“Uh, well…”
Young Sakura didn’t know how to answer at first.
She had simply followed Broly out instinctively.
But being asked directly made her flustered—until she quickly came up with a reasonable excuse.
“I wanted to say thank you… thank you for helping us.”
Her soft, timid voice made her seem especially vulnerable and protective.
“Haha, what a polite little girl.
But no need to thank me—I just helped on a whim.”
Taiga bent down, gently patting Sakura’s head, then turned to the boy beside her.
“And you, little guy?
Are you here to thank me too?”
Broly didn’t quite understand what “thanking” meant.
Instead, he replied honestly:
“I’m not here to thank you.
I’m here to find a wife.”
“A… wife?”
Taiga froze for a moment.
Hearing such a serious declaration from a little boy was… unsettling.
“And what does that have to do with following me?”
“You’re the new wife I’m looking for.”
Broly pointed at her nose, completely serious.
According to the “Crystal Palace,” she was one of the collectible “wife candidates” who could provide him with food.
“…Is this some kind of new scam tactic?”
Taiga was speechless, though she still reached out and pinched his cheek.
“You are pretty cute, but you’re way too young.
If you want to be my boyfriend, you’ll need to grow for at least another ten years.”
Compared to Taiga’s teasing attitude, Sakura was completely shocked.
“Aren’t I your wife?”
she asked.
“You are.”
Broly nodded without hesitation—he hadn’t forgotten the food she gave him.
“Then why are you looking for another one?”
“Can’t I have more than one wife?”
Broly asked back.
Sakura fell silent.
…That logic somehow made sense?
“Wow, already this much of a playboy at your age?”
Taiga increased the force on his cheeks.
“Do you want to be my wife?”
Broly asked again, unfazed.
Her strength meant nothing to him.
“Of course not!”
Taiga answered immediately, letting go before she accidentally hurt him.
“Oh…”
Broly looked disappointed.
Clearly, this new “wife” wasn’t going to keep feeding him.
“Huh?
Where are you going?”
Seeing him suddenly turn and leave, Taiga quickly asked.
“It’s night.
I need to find somewhere to sleep.”
Broly answered honestly.
On Planet Vampa, he lived by a day-out, night-rest routine.
“…You don’t have a place to sleep?”
“No.”
“There’s a slope over there.
I was planning to dig a hole.”
He said it seriously.
Back on Vampa, he and Paragus had dug their own cave to live in.
Of course, if the rock was too hard, he could just blast it open with energy—that was faster.
Taiga rubbed her temples.
“If you’re not afraid of being around people who look a bit… intimidating, I can take you to stay at my family home.”
“Really?
You’ll take us in?”
“I’m just worried you’ll run into bad people out here.”
Recently, a serial killer had been active in Fuyuki City, murdering several victims—including children.
Taiga only knew because her grandfather, Raiga Fujimura, had warned her.
“Welcome back, Miss!”
“Welcome home, Miss!”
“Do you really have to do this every day?”
“Miss, the boss told us to be more enthusiastic.”
After all, her family ran the largest yakuza group in Fuyuki.
“Miss, who are these kids?”
A scar-faced man asked, eyeing the children.
“Two homeless kids I met.
I didn’t feel right leaving them outside.”
“…Miss is finally building her own inner circle for the future of the Fujimura group?!”
The man looked strangely moved.
“That’s not what this is, idiot!”
“Boss!
Miss has awakened—she’s ready to inherit the family!”
He ran off to report.
Taiga chased after him, ready to kick him to death.
“Making such a fuss—have some decorum.”
Inside the main hall, Raiga Fujimura frowned—until he heard the explanation, and suddenly smiled.
Taking in orphans… meant raising loyal subordinates.
Just like that scar-faced man once was.
“Don’t twist my intentions in front of Grandpa!”
Crash!
Taiga kicked the sliding door open and sent the man flying.
“Taiga… we have a guest.”
She froze, noticing a man sitting nearby.
“Sorry.”
She calmed down instantly.
“Mr.
Kiritsugu Emiya, my apologies.
My granddaughter has quite the temper—she takes after me.”
“No problem.
In your line of work, a fierce temperament is an asset.”
Kiritsugu replied calmly.
“About the house—”
“We’ll go with your price.
As for the goods you ordered, they’ll be delivered tomorrow.”
“Good.”
Kiritsugu Emiya nodded and pushed the suitcase he had brought across the table.
Inside, it was filled with cash—the payment for the house and the weapons.
As a once-famous magus killer in the underground world, Kiritsugu still had some connections.
Before the Holy Grail War began, he had contacted the largest underworld organization in Fuyuki and arranged a batch of arms through the Fujimura Group.
“No need to count it?” he asked, seeing the old man casually signal his subordinates to take the case away.
“I trust Mr.
Emiya’s reputation,”
Raiga Fujimura replied, then instructed his men to see the guest out.
Kiritsugu stood up and followed them out.
In the corridor, he passed by two children being led inside.
“Mr.
Emiya?”
The escorting member looked puzzled when Kiritsugu suddenly stopped.
“It’s nothing.
Just remembered something.”
He brushed it off, but once he left the mansion, his brows furrowed.
He didn’t recognize the boy—but the girl…
Having thoroughly investigated the participants of this Holy Grail War, Kiritsugu knew she was the younger daughter of Tokiomi Tohsaka.
According to recent intelligence, she should have been adopted into the Matou family.
So why was she here, in the Fujimura residence?
“Have I already been discovered?
But if that were the case… sending a child to approach me seems far too naive.”
Deep in thought, he responded to a question from Maiya Hisau through his earpiece with a simple “It’s nothing,” while silently deciding to investigate further.
…
“So, you’re the two orphans my granddaughter brought home?”
Raiga asked bluntly, looking at the two children brought into the room.
“Grandpa, I just saw they had nowhere to go, and there’s a serial killer around lately—that’s why I brought them back.
Don’t scare them!”
Taiga Fujimura said from the side.
“Is that so?
But this little one here seems quite bold.”
Raiga was, of course, referring to Broly.
While being questioned, Broly had been looking around curiously at the civilized interior of the room, completely unfazed by the scar-faced old man.
In contrast, Sakura shrank behind him, clearly a bit frightened.
“Do you have food?”
After finishing his inspection, Broly lost interest and directly asked the question.
Sakura’s “grandfather” had been generous enough to feed him bugs before—so naturally, Broly now had high expectations for Taiga’s grandfather.
“Kid, watch your manners in front of the boss!”
“Wait, you’re still not full?”
The scar-faced man and Taiga spoke at the same time.
Broly patted his stomach and only answered Taiga:
“Not yet.”
Feeling his dignity slighted by being ignored, the scar-faced man stepped forward, intending to teach the boy a lesson—
“Stand down.”
Raiga stopped him.
“It’s a good thing for children to have an appetite.”
He then looked at Broly.
“But if you want to eat at my Fujimura household, there’s a condition.”
“What condition?”
“We don’t feed idle people.
Only those who contribute to the Fujimura family have the right to eat here.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Broly asked directly.
To him, effort in exchange for food was natural—just like hunting on Planet Vampa.
“You’re still too young to do anything for us.
So all I ask is this: remember that the food you eat comes from the Fujimura family.
In the future, you must be loyal to us.
Think of yourself as one of us— as family.
Can you do that?”
Raising loyalty from a young age—that was how the Fujimura Group built its inner circle.
“One of us”… “family”… what does that mean?
Broly frowned, thinking.
Crystal Palace, do you know?
He even asked the voice in his head.
[Search complete.
Based on context, “one of us” and “family” are terms similar to “wife.”]
Broly blinked.
Then he looked at Raiga—and asked, completely seriously:
“So… do you also want to become my wife?”
Silence fell over the room.
Everyone stared at him, stunned.
“…So you’re not only targeting me—you’re targeting my grandfather too?!”
Taiga muttered, utterly baffled.
“What?
He’s targeting you as well?!”
Raiga’s temper flared instantly—his granddaughter was only fifteen!
But then he looked at the small, innocent child in front of him…
…Never mind.
“Did I say something wrong?” Broly asked, confused.
[Notice: The Crystal Palace does not accept members other than designated ‘figure wives.’]
“Oh… so you can’t become ‘family’…”
Broly looked disappointed.
“No food then…?”
“Grandpa, his understanding is just… off.
Don’t argue with a kid.”
Taiga quickly intervened and pulled both children out of the room.
“Can I not eat here?”
Broly asked.
“No, you can.”
“But you won’t be my wife, and your grandfather can’t be either.”
“…You really wanted my grandfather to be your wife?”
“You need wives to get food.”
Broly answered plainly.
“…So you just want food, not wives?”
He nodded immediately.
“…Alright.
If it’s that kind of ‘wife,’ then fine—I’ll be your wife.”
Taiga finally understood.
“So I can eat here now?”
“Yes!”
“Where?”
“I’ll take you.”