I Refuse to Become Scumbag in Tokyo Chapter 620: Obon 1

Chapter 620: Obon 1

After he had cleaned up and changed his clothes, he went out with his parents to visit his grandfather’s house for an Obon.

Kayo and Roberta didn’t follow them and stayed in the house.

He sat on the back seat while looking at the scenery from the window absentmindedly.

“Are you excited to meet your grandfather?”

“Not really.”

Who got excited to meet an old guy?

Well, his grandma was good since she was kind and doting on him.

Honestly, he didn’t enjoy this Obon since, from the memory of the previous Shishio Oga, all he received in the meeting was a scolding.

If his uncles told him to act like he was a member of the Oga Family, then his aunties would ask him to stop his “Chuunibyou” act since as long as he stopped that act, he could sweep all the girls he wanted to.

Fortunately, his cousins were good, and they often gave him money.

Well, all of them gave him money since he was the youngest.

He knew they were good for him, but when one was at p.u.b.erty, one would feel that an adult was annoying. The previous Shishio Oga was also in a rebellious period, and the sight of adult talking annoyed him since he felt their hypocrisy.

However, if one wanted to live peacefully in this world, one had to be a hypocrite.

The world was unfair and hard for good and honest people.

The reason why Oga Family could stay until now was impossible to do if they were a good guy. Instead, they had lied, betrayed, conspired, killed others, and many other things.

Naturally, they didn’t do that because they wanted to (not that he knew since it happened in the past). However, if one wanted to protect the people they cared about in the past, where the era was chaotic, they had to be cruel to their enemies since if they didn’t, their enemies would think they were weak and it was okay to attack them again.

However, if they were cruel to their enemies, it was like a deterrent for everyone since if they decided to become their enemies, this was the price.

As a leader, one had to be forced with an option whether one wanted to be loved or be feared.

Many questions which were better.

If they wanted to be loved, they had to be a benevolent leader. They would do their best to be kind, gentle, and honest and show the virtues of good people.

However, he didn’t care about being loved. Instead, he felt it was better to be feared, and this was what his ancestor did since being feared didn’t mean being hated.

Being feared meant they could better protect themselves, their family, the people they cared about, and their wealth.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get a lot of pocket money when you go back.”

“Ah, un, yes.”

He looked at his mother speechlessly but didn’t say anything.

Money?

It was just a paper for him.

Anyway, he closed his eyes, trying to recall what he should do this summer.

There were many things, naturally, and probably, he would go on a trip with his girlfriends.

However, there were also many problems that he had to solve.

‘There is also Ebina Hina and Yumiko Miura. ‘

Yumiko aside, he recalled the kiss he shared with Ebina.

The taste of her lips which mixed with the strange drink of Gunma prefecture, still lingered on his lips.

However, the impact caused by this kiss was far lesser than the kiss done by Chihiro.

As of now, he really couldn’t think about the Obon.

Instead, he wanted to meet his women now. He didn’t want to stay in Kyoto any longer and wanted to go back, so when they arrived at his grandfather’s mansion, he was relieved and didn’t hesitate to enter with his parents since the faster this event was done, the faster he would go home.

The three of them didn’t wear strange clothes or anything.

Instead, they wore regular clothes casually when they went out instead of formal attire.

He even wore an aloha shirt, white sandals, and ankle-length pants, seemingly easy and relaxed.

Honestly, their parents wanted to smack his head when he wore something like this, but it was far better than his usual anime costume.

Obon in the Oga Family was rather special since they dressed as they pleased instead of formal clothing such as a suit, kimono, or even a uniform.

However, as someone from the upper cla.s.s, their choice of clothes naturally fit with their standing.

Yet Shishio had always been the most abnormal one since, in the past, he wore a black cloak, horns, and an eye patch. He even held a sword like a demon king on the anime character. Sometimes he wondered whether he tried to mimic Demon Bull on the Journey of the West with a modern version.

He also wouldn’t be surprised if his aunts and uncles scolded him for how he acted. He also wasn’t sure what his ancestors would think when they saw their great-grandchildren honor their spirits with a cosplay costume.

Still, his father only laughed and felt it was fun.

However, that previous Shishio Oga was no longer here.

It was impossible for him to put on such a get-up.

Yet he knew that he was being ridiculous for wearing an aloha shirt on this type of occasion. However, it couldn’t be helped since he wondered whether he really wouldn’t be slapped if he wore this type of clothes.

Still, even if his clothes were inappropriate, his parents had to say that his clothes were nice.

When they came, they were greeted by everyone.

He might have said it before, but his grandfather’s house was a mansion.

j.a.panese-style mansion.

A s.p.a.cious garden designed with an intricate yet delicate image made the people who saw it feel relaxed, yet they would feel the deepness. If he gave a comparison, it was like the sea. If they only saw the surface, they would only be a simple blue, yet boundless, which made them realize how small they were. However, if they entered the sea, they would recognize how fathomless this G.o.d’s creation was.

This garden tried to mimic that image, giving him a considerable impact.

When he was young, he might not have realized it, but now he understood how extraordinary this garden was.

The soul of the gardener was fully displayed like a katana that was carefully crafted by a legendary blacksmith.

“Oh, you have come! Eh? Who is that? Is that Shishio? Why didn’t you wear cosplay? Huh? Aren’t you too handsome? Come on! Let your auntie see your face more!”

“Eh? Shishio?”

“What?! How can that be?”

“I thought he would wear a Monkey King cosplay and smash the tombstone!”

“Are you crazy?!”

“………..”

Shishio didn’t do anything and just stood speechlessly, especially the one who thought he was going to put on a cosplay of Monkey King and smash the tombstone.

If he did that, he was afraid he might be cursed!

The quiet mansion had somehow become as rowdy as a morning market.

Everyone gathered around him and marveled at his change while also sighing that a journey would make one grow up.

The smell of perfume almost suffocated him.

His aunts, female cousins, and even some of his uncles and male cousins also looked at him curiously, touching his body several times, wondering whether his muscles were part of his cosplay.

He tried to be patient at this moment since he understood that even if he was revered and feared in his school, everyone here thought of him as the youngest, something they were doting on or scolded when they were bored. However, he couldn’t handle it when they squeezed his b.u.t.tocks.

“Stop! Who squeezes my a.s.s?!”

He was furious and stepped away.

“Your a.s.s is firm. Firmer than my husband.”

“……”

He looked at his female cousin, who had just married a few years ago, and didn’t expect her to do something like this.

‘What do you mean by that?’

He didn’t know what this female cousin wanted to do with him.

“Oh? Shishio? Is that you?”

He looked up and saw his grandmother.

While his grandmother was by almost a decade or two older than Kayo, her appearance seemed similar to Kayo’s. Only her hair was pure white, and she didn’t bother to dye them.

“Yes, grandmother.”

“Oh! Let me see you closer.”

He moved closer, and the others also left him if the grandmother was the second person with the highest hierarchy in this family.

His grandmother touched his cheeks without hesitation while pulling him closer, trying to observe him from up and down. He could feel her cold and slightly sweaty hands, which made him feel uncomfortable, but his eyes shut his mouth.

“…you really like your grandfather…”

His grandmother murmured.

However, he was almost scared since he saw a blush on her almost frail and slender cheeks. Fortunately, he didn’t have to pull away or forcefully escape since someone came and settled the situation.

“Oh? Shishio? You’re here.”

“Yes, grandfather.”

He slipped away from his grandmother and looked at his grandmother.

His grandfather should have been in his 80s, but he was still as strong as ever. In his youth, his body was a muscle, but unlike the muscle of the bodybuilder, his muscles were like a leopard, sleek and solid.

Unlike Katahara, who had become frail and short, his grandfather stood tall. It might be because he often used his muscles to train and something else.

Still, similar to Katahara, he wore a kimono but only a lazy kimono. If he gave an example, his grandfather was like Isshin Ashina, only more handsome and buff.

“Welcome back.”

His grandfather said with a smile.

He wasn’t sure how many times he said these words, but he answered, “I am back.”

It was only his second day in Kyoto, but compared to his stay in Tokyo, it was several times better since, unlike in Kyoto, no one would ask him whether he was a virgin or not.