Just as Kujo Yua had said, a motorcycle was parked on the right side of the bedroom, an industrial-flow design, a pure beast of a machine—Minamoto Tamako realized at that moment, how could a normal person have a motorcycle in their bedroom?

It seemed like mom had an unknown past...

Minamoto Tamako found a few bottles of gasoline in the wall cupboard and thought, how could there be this kind of stuff in the bedroom, it was clearly against fire safety laws, she needed to explain this to mom when she got back to Tokyo.

After refueling the motorcycle, Minamoto Tamako stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gauging the height below for a moment. The second-floor height wasn't too high or too low; falling wouldn't kill her but could easily cause a fracture.

It was a bit too dangerous.

She pondered for a while on the escape route and found that the only option was to escape by breaking the window—Kujo residence employed a lot of corridors to prevent dump trucks or cargo trucks from attacking, the outside walls and columns were solid, unlike the regular wooden sliding doors.

No choice but to charge forward!

The motorcycle was too large for Minamoto Tamako, but for a rider, this vehicle was just right.

She changed into a leather jacket with knee pads, pushed the motorcycle back to the doorway, and after mounting it, put on her helmet and revved the throttle intensely.

The familiar roar erupted again at the Kujo residence, the engine, like the heart of a beast, roared wave after wave.

From the family head to the servants, all had memories stirred by this sound. Before Kujo Mutsumi could give orders, the butler led the attendants rushing into Kujo Yua's room.

They were too late, the moment they opened the door, tire smoke filled the air, and the $29,307 mechanical beast accelerated suddenly, breaking through the floor-to-ceiling window glass, its headlights slicing through the night, tracing an arc in the air!

The butler hurriedly shielded his arms as glass fragments scattered; a heavy landing sound echoed from the lawn below a second or two later. He and the attendants jogged over to the window, peeked outside, only to see Minamoto Tamako riding the motorcycle, speeding through the front yard towards the main gate, leaving a clear black mark on the expensive lawn.

"Lift the bar! Open the door! Open it quickly!" the butler shouted into the walkie-talkie.

As an upgraded version of the legendary model 851, the Ducati 888 had a top speed of 250 km/h and at that moment it kept accelerating, becoming almost a shadow, and lifted the golf flags with its wind pressure as it passed.

Even if she squeezed the brakes, it was too late to slow down. If the door wasn't opened, a collision would be catastrophic with certain vehicle destruction and fatalities!

Kujo Yua at least bolted out while the gate was open, this girl was even crazier than her mother!

The iron fence opened slowly, parting in the middle, and before it fully opened, the motorcycle chased its headlights and passed through.

Minamoto Tamako leaned down the motorcycle, drifting as she sped through the streets of Otaru.

Rows of streetlights retreated rapidly, and she felt her heart almost leap into her throat, her back drenched with cold sweat.

For safety's sake, Minamoto Tamako gradually slowed down, eventually heading to her family's old house at a snail's pace of ten miles per hour... which was about as fast as riding a bicycle, and a speed Minamoto Tamako felt safe with.

If she didn't consider the weight of the motorcycle or think about confronting Fushimi Roku, Minamoto Tamako found riding along the coastal highway to catch the wind quite enjoyable.

Minamoto Tamako rode for half an hour to reach her doorstep.

The windows of the old house were pitch black, with no lights on. It was only 10 PM, and Fushimi Roku and Taira Sakurako shouldn't be asleep yet.

Minamoto Tamako parked the motorcycle at the entrance of the small courtyard, and after going inside, she didn't dare to knock on the door and paced back and forth for half an hour, hearing no sound from inside.

She gradually realized something was off, took out her keys, and gently unlocked the door:

"I'm back..."

The living room was pitch dark, moonlight slanting through the window. The luggage placed in the corner of the entrance was gone, and Minamoto Tamako's footsteps echoed.

The inside of the old house was empty and quiet, just like when grandpa left, and she could hear dripping in the kitchen.

"Mr. Deer..."

Minamoto Tamako's expression was a bit bewildered. She slowly walked to the room's entrance, pulled open the sliding door, and saw everything was tidied up, the daily items collected.

Fushimi Roku was not there, nor was Taira Sakurako.

Outside the window, fireworks suddenly went up, trailing flames that pierced the night sky. The crisp sound of explosions echoed over the vast cliffs of Hokkaido.

Behind Minamoto Tamako, the night sky was splendid, the city coming to life, casting a long shadow of her own.

Had Fushimi Roku left already?

Why was there not even a farewell...

Minamoto Tamako leaned against the room's wall and slowly slid down to sit on the tatami mat. This ending was nothing like she had imagined.

She hugged her knees, sitting alone for a while.

Footsteps sounded from outside the door, and Grandma Hamada peeked her head in, calling out, "Is that you, Tamako?"

Minamoto Tamako hastily wiped her tears, looking up to reply, "Ah, it's me... Is something the matter?"

Grandma Hamada patted her chest, quite familiar as she opened the small courtyard gate and walked closer to the old house, saying, "Oh my, hearing the motorcycle sound, I thought a Bosozoku gang had charged through!"

Once inside, Grandma Hamada looked left and right inquisitively, asking, "Oh my, where are Fushimi Mr. and little Sakurako? Have they gone to bed?"

Not knowing what to say, Minamoto Tamako was relieved when Grandma Hamada continued on her own, "They must have gone to watch the fireworks festival, right?"

"Ah, the fireworks festival..." Minamoto Tamako remembered that day when Fushimi Roku kept pestering her about whether she wanted to see some fireworks festival, saying there would also be a bonfire and such.

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