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Nanana’s Buried Treasure Volume 9 Chapter 2.2

In stark contrast to my stunned state, Kunon-chan answered me completely nonchalant.

「But what about the things I left in my room?」

「The day after Juu-kun was kicked out, dad used his subordinates to get rid of most of it.」

「That damn old man!」

How hot headed is he to immediately get rid of all of it?

「So, what are you going to do, Juu-kun? If you’re coming back, I’ll ask Misono-san to bring out your futon for you.」

I shook my head when Misano-san, who works as a maid for the Yama family, was mentioned.

「No, I don’t need that. I was disowned by this family after all. I’m going home to sleep.」

「Go home to where?」

「The Boss’s house.」

「What, did you marry into the family?」

「That’s why I wrote on social media that I was having pre-marital sex with Yukihime-neesan’s parents.」

「I see.」

「…I’ll ask anyway, but you know that was a joke right?」

「Oh! Yeah that makes sense!」

「As usual, you don’t get these kinds of jokes. You’re too straight laced, sis.」

「Shut up! My justice is always straight!」

Someone from <<Matsuri>> once said my sister was a ‘silver bullet’. A shining silver bullet that simply charged forward and pierced any evil it meets.

By the way, in contrast to my sister, it seems I am ‘water’. It’s not solid, it doesn’t move forward, it just flows along. It’s just water, it’s found everywhere.

「Ah, but Young Master has a sticky side, so ‘slime’ would be better. It’s erotic and fits perfectly. 「 Really Shu-san really does give some nasty analogies.

My little sister, who has the cool nickname of Silver Bullet sees me off as I leave the house.

「Hey, Juu-kun. Don’t run away.」

She pointed her index finger at me as she said this to me. Are you trying to be a famous detective?

I replied, 「I’m not running away.」

It’s not like I can really run away from a problem of this magnitude.

2

When I walked back to the boss’ house, Shirayuki was just putting away the laundry in the garden. I called out to her.

「I’m back.」

「Oh, Young Master, welcome back… But weren’t you supposed to go back to your parents’ house?」

「That’s not the house I want to go back to.」

Remembering the actions of my damn father, I feel sickened.

「So this is the house Young Master wants to come back to?」

Shiroyuki smiles at me, and I turn away and head into the house.

「Oh, that’s right.」

「What’s wrong?」

「…Eh, nevermind.」

Shirayuki giggles as she resumes putting the laundry away.

Tilting my head, I went inside, walked down the hallway, opened the sliding door, and entered my room.

「Suuuuwah. Suuuwah.」

In my room (actually Yukihime’s room), Yukihime-neesan was lying face down on the bed with her face buried in the pillow.」 For some reason, she was breathing heavily and kicking her legs.

「Mmmm, I love this smell <3!」

Then she started to roll around, with her face buried in the pillow.

Yukihime took her face off the pillow with a ‘pah’ as her cheeks flushed and she had a dreamy, happy look on her face.

「Ahh…」

Then, lying on her back on the bed, hugging her pillow, Yukihime’s glazed eyes slide open…

She saw me, frozen with the sliding door open.

「…..」

「…..」

「…..oh.」

「Hi there.」

「Fwaaaaaaaaa!」

With a loud scream that made her long black hair stand on end, Yukihime stepped back and slammed the back of her head against the wall.

「A..are you okay?」

「W..why, Young Master! Since when were you there?」

「When you saying, ‘Mmm, I like this smell <3!」

「Waa! Kyaaaa! Waaa!」

Yukihime is embarrassed and covers her bright red face with a pillow.

This is a very rare sight and incredibly adorable.

「T..that’s…. T..that’s right! I love lounging around in my own bed!」

「Is that so?」

「It’s only natural to relax in your own bed after being gone for such a long time!」

「Eh, yeah. I suppose so.」

You don’t need to be so desperate.

「By the way, for some reason I could smell your scent coming from my bed. Does that mean you’ve snuck in while I wasn’t here?」

What, do you think I’m some kind of pervert?

「No, I’ve been sleeping here since I’ve been here.」

As soon as I told her this, Yukihime-neesan screamed.

「Mom! Why did you do that!?」

After this Yukihime-neesan acted very much like a daughter, so I’ll skip to the next scene…

「By the way, weren’t you going to stay at your parents’ house, Young Master?」

Yukihime-neesan returns carrying a tray with glasses of cold barley tea on it and places it on the folding table.

「Well, I was completely disowned.」

Perhaps realizing my sulky attitude, she said, 「I see」, and sat down.

Now that I was alone with Yukhime, I started over again.

「I’m sorry, I’ve caused you so much worry.」

「It doesn’t matter where you go, but please make sure you can at least contact me.」

「Well, then there’s no point in going off alone.」

「I won’t feel at ease unless you at least do that.」

「I’ll do my best.」

「That’s a typical phrase used by people who won’t try at all.」

「Japanese is really useful, isn’t it?」

「Please reflect on your actions a little.」

「We will consider this seriously and do our best to resolve your issue.」

When I gave this carefully and politely crafted response, Yukihime-neesan got fed up.

「Anyway, Young Master…」

「Yeah?」

「What on earth have you been doing in our house for almost two weeks since you suddenly left Nanaejima to be alone?」

「What are you talking about, Yukihime-san? Isn’t it a standard trope in shonen manga to power up after a long break?」

「I think that’s what an upstanding protagonist would do, right.」

「Are you saying I’m not upstanding?」

「Wow, so Young Master thinks he’s an upstanding person?」

The doubt she’s looking at me with…

「…My motto is pure and upstanding…」

「Then from now on, please make an effort to become a person worthy of that motto.」

「…Okay, understood.」

「So?」

What is it?」

「I’ll get really angry.」

「You’re always angry, aren’t you?」

「I’ll really cry.」

「I’m sorry, please stop that. That’s really painful to hear.」

I get down on my knees, and then make a confession.

「Well, I’m just going to take a look at myself and start training again from scratch… I thought maybe if I get stronger, it’ll work out.」

「What do you mean by ‘somehow’?」

「I’m not sure how to answer that, more like I don’t know.」

Seeing me say something so vague, Yukihime sighs.

「I remember that some time ago, You told me, ‘say what you want to say, if you don’t communicate it well, I won’t understand’.」

「Yes, I did.」

「I don’t understand a thing when you say such vague things.」

「Yeah, I guess so.」

「You have grown up with a twisted character, Young Master. So I’m not asking you to explain everything in detail now. But please explain what you will tell me a little more simply.」

That makes me weak.

「Well… I know what I have to do. I know in my head that there is no other action I can take other than to achieve that goal.」

But…

「….But then I started to doubt what I was doing, and I couldn’t be proud of myself anymore.」

「……….」

「So even if I act toward that goal now, it’s going through the motions, and I don’t feel the conviction I once had.」

「….」

「Because I’m doubting it, I think even if I were to achieve that goal, it probably won’t seem the same. It’s just hypocritical.」

「Young Master.」

「Yeah?」

「I don’t understand.」

「Yeah, right?」

Even when I say it myself, I think it sounds too abstract.

Lately I began to feel that searching for the culprit who killed Nanana-chan was for my own sake, not for Nanana-chan’s sake. No matter how I explain it in the future, no matter how I accomplish it… In no true sense will it be for Nanana-chan’s sake. In the end, it’s something I’m doing for my own sake.

I’m not a righteous thief who can do things for someone else’s sake, nor am I a member of <<Matsuri>>, nor am I Yukihime-neesan, Kunon-chan, or my father. I’m just a lowly loser who is selfish and self-satisfied. So I thought that if I become stronger, I would find some answers. But for some reason I just can’t seem to find any.

I couldn’t find the answer I was looking for anywhere.

「Yes, if I keep going like this, I’ll probably get strong enough to conquer the world first.」

As I lay down on the tatami mat and complained about what I was thinking quite seriously, Yukihime-san looked exasperated.

「I was just wondering what you were going to say. If you could do it Young Master, I could do it in three minutes.」

「Isn’t that an exaggeration…?」

「It’s true. There’s only one thing you can do better than me, Young Master.」

「What is it?」

「Helping someone in need.」