How is it that this mother doesn’t seem mature at all?
Oh well, as a child, one still has to satisfy a mother’s reasonable needs.
“Then Mom, accompany me while I work today.”
Miki’s eyes suddenly lit up, filled with pleasant surprise.
“Does Mom need to help?”
“No, no need.”
“If Mom helps, I’m afraid the workload today will double.”
“Wuwuwu, Mom, Mom, that time wasn’t intentional!”
Seeing his mother on the verge of tears, Kiyoi Gen had no choice but to stroke her head to comfort her.
“Mom, just staying by my side is enough.”
“With Mom here, my work efficiency will definitely improve a lot.”
“Really?”
“Really!
Truer than pearls!”
Miki broke into a smile through her tears, revealing a satisfied grin.
Phew~ Finally, she was coaxed into a good mood.
Even though his mother was impeccable in her etiquette and decorum when outside, she always acted like a child in front of him, especially when they were alone.
However, that was fine.
After all, with him around, there was no need to worry about his mother’s food, clothing, expenses, or safety; he would protect her well.
Thus, the afternoon in the Magistrates Office became lively.
“Gen, Gen, come take a break, Mom brewed some tea for you.”
“Gen, Gen, you’ve been working for half an hour, you should take a rest.”
“Gen, Gen, Mom, Megumi, and Ai will dance for you, let’s relax a bit.”
Kiyoi Gen picked up the tea and sipped it slowly.
Before him, his mother Miki and his two younger sisters, Kiyoi Megumi and Kiyoi Ai, were dancing a court dance widely popular in Daimyo City.
The three of them wore kimonos of different colors and displayed a beautiful dance for Kiyoi Gen using fans adorned with bells.
Their smiles were enchanting, and their eyes were bright and alluring.
Though there was no musical accompaniment of strings and bamboo flutes, it still possessed an exquisite charm.
Come to think of it, why had he forgotten that his mother couldn’t bear to see him working so hard?
Fortunately, Megumi helped him handle most of the work.
Thinking of how Miki had sat timidly on the side earlier, afraid to disturb him but also wanting him not to overwork himself, Kiyoi Gen couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.
He watched the three women dancing gracefully, his gaze gentle.
Only when dancing or playing the zither would his mother be purely happy because she was doing what she loved.
It must have been this passion for dance and music that made her a famous geisha.
Only, after becoming the Lord’s concubine, her audience was left with only the Lord and him, her son.
As for now, Kiyoi Gen temporarily put his official duties aside and enjoyed the beautiful dance.
Today, he would simply keep his mother company and make her happy as an apology for leaving without saying goodbye.
Hmm, he should prepare some small gifts for his sisters later.
He would handle dinner tonight.
It was time to put the [Master Chef] trait he had worked so hard to condense to use.
After all, in order to develop himself as quickly as possible, the first trait he had condensed was [Studious], and afterward, he had successively condensed some other useful traits.
At night, Uchiha Madara, who had cooked his own meal, came into the courtyard.
He looked at the moon emerging in the darkness, letting his ideals race through his mind.
Back in Konoha, he often passed the nights like this.
“Madara!”
Uchiha Madara’s eyebrow twitched.
“Uncle Madara!”
Good grief, this time two troublesome people came to disturb him together!
There was also an unfamiliar presence, that girl who often followed by Gen’s side; it seemed her name was Kiyoi Megumi.
“Creak.”
Kiyoi Gen brought his two younger sisters into Madara’s residence.
From today on, this place completely belonged to Madara.
Uchiha Madara narrowed his eyes, asking with an inquiring look.
“Not keeping your mother company?”
Kiyoi Gen scratched his cheek and explained.
“My mother insisted on drinking earlier, so she has already fallen asleep.
Koharu and the others are taking care of her at home.”
“So, we came to play with Uncle Madara!”
Kiyoi Ai skipped over to Madara’s side and placed a pot of wine on the veranda.
“I’ll go get the wine cups.”
After saying that, she ran into the room.
Uchiha Madara looked at the pot of wine and roughly understood.
They had come to drink with him.
At this moment, Kiyoi Gen held his sister Kiyoi Megumi’s hand and sat down next to Madara.
“I don’t drink.”
“Thump, thump, thump.”
Kiyoi Ai ran out, placed four small wine cups next to them, and immediately sat down next to Madara.
With the small wine pot as the dividing line, Kiyoi Gen and Kiyoi Megumi were on one side, while Uchiha Madara and Kiyoi Ai were on the other; it looked like they were about to have a drinking party.
“This is wine with almost no alcohol, just a simple beverage.”
Kiyoi Megumi maintained a kneeling posture, elegantly picked up the small wine pot, and poured the clear, deep-red liquid into the four cups one by one.
“Uncle Madara, this was carefully brewed by the Felynes; it’s a drink that even children can have.”
Fine, it seemed he couldn’t escape this time.
Uchiha Madara picked up the small wine cup and took a sip.
The taste was decent, without an overly cloying sweetness.
It was quite to his liking.
“Speak, what did you come to find me for?”
Kiyoi Gen also picked up his wine cup and shook his head with a smile.
“How about we just chat about ideals?”
“Let’s not talk about work today.”
Uchiha Madara glanced at Kiyoi Gen, his eyes seemingly a bit skeptical.
“Hahaha.”
Kiyoi Gen laughed awkwardly.
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
“If we don’t chat, just admiring the moon together is also fine.”
Uchiha Madara looked up at the moon and said.
“Then speak, what is your plan.”
Kiyoi Gen’s eyes smiled.
“Alright, then how about I start by talking about my childhood experiences?”
“That works too.”
Thus, Kiyoi Gen slowly began to speak about his childhood.
Kiyoi Megumi and Kiyoi Ai had already heard it, but that didn’t stop them from listening to it again.
They wanted to understand everything about their brother in detail, and it would be best if they could remember it all.
Uchiha Madara did not speak, just quietly listening to the three of them interacting.
Only when they occasionally asked him something would he respond.
It seemed his evenings would likely be frequently disturbed from now on.
Chapter 22: Churi Village, The Five Little Shadow Guards
In the end, Kiyoi Gen and the two sisters were chased out of the private courtyard by Uchiha Madara.
Because he wanted to sleep.
However, he also promised to go find Gen the next morning to hear what exactly Gen had to say to him.
Thus, at the crowing of the rooster the next morning, someone arrived at his private courtyard on time.
“Hello!
Uncle Madara, I’m here!”
Hello?
What does hello mean?
Uchiha Madara had already put on his usual dark blue casual clothes and walked out.
“This time we don’t need to go to the Cats Paw Canteen; Big Brother will treat us.”
Oh?
Yesterday, before returning to Churi Village, Uchiha Madara had taken the initiative to tell Kiyoi Gen that there was no need to pay for things on his behalf anymore; he would pay for himself.
After all, it would be a real pity not to spend the hundreds of thousands of ryo in banknotes he had on him.
Of course, Gen agreed.
This was one of the signs that Lord Madara was actively integrating into Churi Village, and it could also stimulate the economy, so why wouldn’t he agree?
Afterward, with Kiyoi Ai leading the way, the two arrived at the Security Force’s No.
2 training ground.
At first glance, Uchiha Madara saw the Felyne leader, Fenris, and a group of Felyne kitchen assistants working busily at a large stove under a constructed shed.
Beside the open kitchen, Kiyoi Gen, Kiyoi Megumi, the middle-aged uncle from the Security Force, Izli, and the beautiful woman in fishnet stockings, Lan, were all watching the Felynes’ performance-style cooking.
Those five children are…
Uchiha Madara saw three boys and two girls eating at a long table under the shed, a total of five children, and they seemed a bit familiar.
They must have been the young interns he had seen when touring the Security Bureau grounds earlier.
“Madara!
Over here!”
“Fenris is already preparing breakfast!”
Hearing Kiyoi Gen’s words, Madara’s stomach growled reflexively.
“Grr~”