Naruhito (10)
Before I realized, he came back moving while swaying, which surprised me. He stank of alcohol, I don’t like it.
What…?
Even though I understood I was being embraced by Hiiro, I tried to move away a little because of the smell of alcohol.
“Are you awake? If you move strangely, you’ll fall.”
Hiiro shook me awake and pressed me against his body, but I was not fond of places that smelled like alcohol, as I had never had a good experience in such a place.
“Ikumatsu, come live with me. It’s not too far from my place. You can commute to work.”
The loud voice of Uncle Kujou resounded around the room. In the midst of my surprise, we entered that room.
Coming from the dim hallway, entering the bright room made me squint.
On the desk, there were various dishes lined up. Oh, fried chicken. I had received it from Hiiro before and it was delicious.
It was tough and hard to swallow, so I kept chewing in my mouth for a long time. When I ignored it as if nothing happened, Hitachimaru told me to spit it out, saying it’s not gum, and when I was reluctant, he stuck his finger into my mouth and pulled it out. Chewing and swallowing is difficult…
“Oh. The the young lad has come.”
I flinched at the loud voice as Uncle Kujou looked over at me.
I clung to Hiiro in panic. Even if he smells like alcohol, there’s no helping it. The whole room somehow stank of alcohol.
“Oh, Master Hiiro has a child clinging to him. Come over here to gramps. Hm? Did you eat alone? It must have been lonely.”
“Naruhito, this is Lord Kujou Toshitane. Greet him.”
I was placed on the tatami floor and stood in front of Lord Kujou, who was sitting in seiza. For now, I straightened my posture and saluted with my right hand.
“Well, well. It was not a child, but a seasoned hero, huh.”
Lord Kujou looked me up and down, then stood up and returned the salute.
“Can you greet with your mouth?”
Hiiro, who smiled a little, said gently.
Greetings… um…
“Welcome back.”
The room fell silent, and everyone looked at me.
Suddenly, Lord Kujou embraced me tightly.
Gyaah~ He reeks of alcohol. I don’t like it, I don’t like it. I tried to move away, but he hugged me tightly. In a loud voice near my ear, he shouted.
“Master Hiiro. Gramps will live here. I’ll do any job, so please let me stay!”