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[April]
The early morning air was still and peaceful. The streets were mostly deserted, save for a few students making their way along the sidewalk.
These students, however, paused in their steps as a convoy of expensive cars glided into view. More than just luxurious, these vehicles carried an air of importance, hinting at someone very outstanding within.
They cast curious glances, exchanged hushed words, and then hurried towards the bus station.
Inside the third car, a woman gently stroked the raven-black hair of a teenager whose head rested in her lap. The tender gesture and the striking similarity in their hair color suggested a close bond – perhaps an older sister, or more likely, his mother.
Indeed, the warmth radiating from her eyes held a deep, maternal affection, her caress so delicate it seemed he might shatter if she were any rougher. His eyes remained closed, a soft smile tugging on his lips.
Though appearing young, barely in her late twenties, she possessed a youthful vibrancy. Yet, beneath the surface of her loving gaze, a subtle sadness lingered.
"To-Chan, do you really want to go there? Okka-san is going to feel lonely."
Slowly, the teenager's vine-red eyes fluttered open, meeting hers – eyes of a similar crimson hue, but her eyes held a brighter hue, more lively spark.
He began to lift his head from her lap, but before he could rise more than a few inches, she gently cupped his face in her hands, her cheeks puffing out in an angry pout.
"You can't," she said sternly. "You'll be gone for three whole years, stuck there without even a weekend visit. So, at least let me hold you a little longer until we reach there." Her voice softened, a gentle plea, and he readily settled back into her lap. A small, triumphant smile touched her lips as she resumed stroking his hair.
Suddenly, her expression shifted, a prickling sensation of being watched. Her gaze flickered up to the rearview mirror, meeting the eyes of the driver – her husband, observing them.
"Dear," she began, a hint of melancholy in her voice, "aren't you going to say anything? Your son is leaving for three years, you know, and for what seems like… apparently no real reason." She directed a look at him, her sadness evident.
"Rui," he responded, his voice initially stern, almost cold. He had dark, brownish-black hair and a strikingly handsome face, his cold green eyes holding a subtle hint of gentleness.
"You know the answer. It's his choice. As parents, our role is to accept it and offer our support."
"Mouuu~" she huffed, puffing out her cheeks like an adorable, albeit slightly exasperated, pufferfish.
"Don't be angry at Oyaji," the boy interjected softly, taking her hand and gently intertwining his fingers with hers. He then nudged his cheek against her hand. Her gaze softened as she looked back at him, a tender smile gracing her lips.
'Yeah, I know, but…' she thought, her fingers lightly caressing his cheek. 'Three years… it feels like forever.'
The man in the driver's seat glanced at the tender scene in his rearview mirror. His expression remained composed, yet a flicker of paternal affection undeniably softened his gaze.
"We will be reaching our destination soon," he announced, his voice now gentler, tinged with a parental worry he tried to mask as he focused on the road ahead.
Drops
A wetness on his cheek startled the boy. His eyes fluttered open, finding his mother looking down at him.
"It's nothing, Toji. Hehe~" she said, her voice trembling slightly as she quickly wiped away the tears streaming down her face with a shaky smile.
He lifted his head, and this time, she didn't try to stop him. A subtle shift in his demeanor was always noticeable to her, she could always feel it whenever there's even a small bit of change in him.
He reached out, taking both of her hands in his.
"Mama, I'm sorry for making you cry," he murmured, his thumbs gently brushing away the last of her tears. A silent plea welled within her – 'Don't go. There's nothing you need at that school. Stay here, with us.' She wants to cry out loud, telling him not to go.
But she couldn't, the words remained trapped in her throat. She understood. This was something he wanted, a chance for his own experiences. A young bird had to leave the nest eventually, even if her heart ached at the thought of him flying away so soon. Barely fifteen… wasn't he too young to be away from his mother?
So many thoughts swirl in her mind yet not a single word escapes from her lips, cause it will make him sad. She wouldn't burden him with her sadness, wouldn't let him leave with a heavy heart.
She wanted him to embark on this new chapter without regret, eager to embrace whatever lay ahead. To enjoy the best of his life there.
Toji offered no further words, his actions were more about what he wanted to convey. He leaned in and hugged her tightly, a silent offering of the same boundless love she had showered upon him for the past fifteen years.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his back, holding him close.
He gently stroked her back, the gesture oddly reversed, like a parent comforting a child. In the rearview mirror, his father's gaze softened, the earlier composed expression now fractured, all there left was a father who was about to leave his son.
Toji's eyes flickered towards the window, catching sight of a passing bus filled with students wearing similar uniforms to the one he was wearing, alongside older individuals who likely were on their way to work.
He scanned the scene briefly before turning his attention back to his mother, still holding him tightly. His father remained silent, the only sound the soft, even breathing of his beloved wife.
But as with all precious moments, this one was drawing to a close.
"We're about to reach Advance Nurturing High School[ANHS] or Tokyo Metropolitan Advance Nurturing High School," his father's voice reached their ears, as they slowly broke their embrace. Yet his mother strongly held hand, hugging him as if doesn't want to let him go.
She didn't even pay attention to any details outside, just living in a small world within the confinement of the car, where only three of them exist.
However, Toji looked outside the window now, looking forward to the large artificial island, connected to the mainland by just two bridges. It can be comparable to a small lively town.
This school is established by the Japanese government to nurture young graduates that will support the country. It boasts a 100% employment and college entry rate, and with through, state-directed teaching methods, spares no effort in pursuing the nation's desired future.
The area of the campus is about 600,000 Square meters, meaning a shit ton of money was spent on developing such a school nurturing the talents.
The bus they had seen earlier had already overtaken them, already leaving behind young people wearing the school uniform, each carrying a pristine white suitcase.
The uniform consisted of a crisp white dress shirt worn beneath a red, button-up blazer, paired with muted green trousers, brown shoes, and a tie. The girls' attire featured white miniskirts of a modest length, black socks, and similar brown shoes and blazers.
While the white shirts seem to be standard there are very few wearing different coloured shirts.
A wave of curious gazes turned towards the five sleek cars as they came to a halt near the school entrance. Immediately, men in sharp black suits and trousers, each with a matching earpiece, swiftly approached the central white car.
Their movements were synchronized, a display of disciplined efficiency befitting bodyguards. Several others positioned themselves strategically around the vehicles, forming a protective perimeter.
An air of anticipation hung in the stillness as the car doors remained closed. The arrival of such luxurious cars drew the attention of the other students who were still making their way towards or into the school grounds.
Not a single guard dares to open the door yet.
"Who do you think that is?" one student whispered to another.
"Five cars? And bodyguards?" a girl replied, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Maybe it's someone famous?" a boy speculated. The guards, however, remained impassive, their focus unwavering as they awaited further instructions.
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Inside the car, the atmosphere strangely turned heavy.
"Noooo~" A small, almost frightened squeal escaped Rui's lips as she embraced Toji again, her grip tight, unwilling to release him.
"It's getting late, Rui," his father said gently, attempting to soothe her. "He'll be late for the entrance ceremony."
"B-But, To-chan…" she stammered, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at her husband. "To-chan's going to leave us… please, dear…" For a fleeting moment, his resolve seemed to waver, but then, as if recalling a firm decision, his expression hardened once more.
"You know, Rui-chan," he began, his tone carrying a hint of gentle reprimand, "you've been unusually clingy ever since Toji mentioned wanting to attend ANHS last year. You've spoiled him terribly, sometimes even preventing him from going to regular school, using the excuse that he'd be gone for three years and you wanted more time with him. You promised me, remember? That you'd let him follow his wishes." His words carried a slightly condescending edge, like scolding a child.
Rui's gaze fell, her grip on Toji's hand tightening almost imperceptibly.
"Rui…" the man sighed softly, a silent 'this is going to take a while' hanging in the air.
"Okay…" she whispered, her voice trembling on the verge of breaking, yet holding a note of finality. "Just… a few more moments."
"Tojiiiii~" she sobbed, wrapping her arms tightly around him, encasing him like a little burrito.
"Sorry… for making you worry, but Mama worries about you so, so much. I'm going to miss you terribly." The scene was heart-wrenching, yet beneath the sadness, there was a sense of acceptance, as if she had finally resigned herself to his departure.
Time continued to slip by. The other students had long since headed for the entrance ceremony, leaving only the silent guards and the cluster of cars at the school entrance.
""Rui," her husband began softly.
"Yeah… it's time to let To-Chan go," she replied, her voice thick with emotion, cutting him off gently as she slowly unwrapped her arms from Toji.
Tears were streaming from her yet, the smile on her lips was extremely radiant.
"Don't cry now, Mama," Toji said softly, his thumbs once again tenderly wiping away her tears. He wondered, all the time, how many times he had to wiped, those precious tears of her.
It's always been the same. But Today. It was different.
His father nodded in quiet approval. The black-suited guards moved with synchronized precision, silently opening the car doors.
Rui remained seated, a private moment of farewell she didn't wish to share with onlookers. Also to give her husband a chance to be together with her son. Both of them stepped out.
They walked towards the imposing gates together, without a word spoken but there was a certain understanding between them.
"Toji, I-" his father started, but before he could finish, once again, he was cut off. He found himself enveloped in a warm embrace.
His hands instinctively rose, slowly patting Toji's back. His mind drifted, a bittersweet ache in his chest.
'When did my little boy grow so big? It feels too soon for him to leave. There were so many things I still wanted to teach him… so many games we planned to play… the four of us together.'
"Take care of Mama… and yourself too, Oyaji," Toji murmured, his voice low and sincere, filled with undisguised affection. His gaze softened as he glanced back at the car, where his mother, her face partially hidden by a handkerchief waving at him with a smile.
She gestured a shushing with her hands.
The father's embrace was shorter than Rui's clinging farewell, yet it was enough to steady his emotions. In the end, both parents shared the same sentiment. Simply, they don't want their child to leave here alone.
"You're going to be late, Toji," his father said, a note of reluctance in his voice before his usual stern mask returned, though the sad smile lingering around his eyes betrayed his true feelings.
"It's time, huh…" Toji murmured, as one of the black-suited guards approached, carrying a white suitcase identical to those carried by the other students.
"Toji-sama," the guard said, stopping respectfully before him and presenting the suitcase. He bowed his head briefly before turning back towards the waiting cars.
"Toji, go on," his father urged, his expression now brighter, though the underlying sadness remained. Another voice, softer and filled with emotion, echoed from the car.
"Take care, To-Chan," Rui called out.
Toji glanced back at his parents one last time before turning to face the school. His father, mother, and the guards all watched his retreating figure. Asahi Fushiguro, Toji's father, slowly turned back towards their car. Just as he reached it, his phone rang.
"Fushiguro-san," a gentle voice greeted him from the other end. Asahi returned to the car, settling beside his wife. With one of the guards in the driver's seat, they slowly departed from the grounds of the ANHS artificial island.
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A/N: This is Original, not an Translation. I'll see the response of readers for the start(this chapter), and start uploading within 2/3 day after a week.
I wasn't able to add this in synopsis due to word count, but.
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All credit goes to the author of the respected series.
[Note: The MC will have Heavenly Restriction, but slightly Altered, and he ain't Toji Fushiguro]
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