Uncle Kyosuke removed his hand from the [Misty Pupil], and a wisp of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth again.

He looked at the two departing figures outside the window, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and returned his gaze to the face of the young man lying on the bed.

His gaze softened.

Under the dark sky, the city outside the window was dead silent, only the roaring thunder echoed in the distance, and the dazzling blue light surged in the center of the city, occasionally illuminating a corner of the dim room.

Uncle Kyosuke sat on the edge of the snow-white bed, and the flashing thunder outside the window cast his back on the wall, like a majestic and tall giant, quietly waiting by the side of the white-haired boy.

After a long time, he slowly stood up and moved towards the desk next to him.

He supported the table with his hands and sat down on the chair with difficulty, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, his body was already on the verge of limit.

A pale golden light flickered on the hilt of the [Misty Pupil], and a moment later, Uncle Kyosuke's figure flickered and changed back to his original form.

His current physical condition is no longer enough to support him to change his appearance.

At the desk in the night sky, a thin old man with withered white hair sat there quietly and picked up a pen tremblingly.

That's what Yuzuri Heizhe really looks like now.

There is no short black and clean hair, no handsome appearance, no straight waist...... He sat hunched over, strands of gray markings emerging from the surface of his skin, and beneath the folds and layers of markings was a terminally ill old face.

He looked up at himself in the mirror on the table, a bitter smile on his chapped lips.

He also said that he would die like a qualified father...... It's too embarrassing to look like this.

However, he still shook his head, holding the pen in his right hand, full of gray spots, and tremblingly wrote lines of words on the white paper in front of him:

"Takihaku, I'm sorry.

Originally, I wanted to tell you these things to your face, but I was afraid that with my physical condition, I would not be able to support you to wake up, so I decided to leave this note......"

After writing the letter, he picked up the second piece of paper again and began to write the letter he had left for Yuzurina.

Blinding thunder flickered under the night sky in the distance, and the roar of the explosion mixed with thunder surged in the dead night sky, this gray-haired seriously ill old man sat at the table, as if completely cut off from the world, difficult but serious, writing his thoughts.

I don't know how long it took, he slowly put down the pen in his hand, and a touch of relief finally appeared in his cloudy eyes.

He was relieved.

Yuzu Heizhe turned around and looked at Yuzu Takibai, who was still in a coma, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He placed the two letters along with [Mi Pupil] at the head of Yuzuri's white bed, slowly stood up, put on the black coat on the hanger, and coughed and pushed open the heavy door.

Click——!

The door slammed shut, and there was a dead silence in the room again.

In the midst of the wind and thunder, Yuzuri Heizhe leaned on his body and walked slowly into the distance.

He didn't want Yuzu Takibai to see him like this.

Whether it is as a father or as the top cowherd in Japan, he does not allow himself to die in front of Yuzu Takibai in this way.

If a child wakes up, he sees his father's frozen corpse...... How big a blow should that be to Yuzu Takibai?

So, he decided to leave, went to some unknown corner alone, and died quietly.

Maybe after the turmoil subsides, someone will find a nameless body on the side of the street, maybe they will call the police and be dealt with by the police, but that's all.

No one will know that the name of this corpse is Yuzuri Kurotsu.

No one will know that he is the father of a girl and a boy, and no one will know that he was once the brightest star in the Tokyo cowherd world.

After reading the letter, in Yuzuri Takihaku's heart, his father was the tall, handsome, and handsome Kyosuke who was willing to play games with him and cook him delicious curry pork cutlet rice...... Even if that's not what Yuzuri Kurotsu really looks like, it's enough for him!

Leave an impression that Yuzuri Takishiro, who has never met his father, that will not be hated, and that's what Yuzuri Kurotsu wants.

Now he ...... It's embarrassing.

In the letter, he not only admitted that Uncle Kyosuke was Yuzuri Takihaku's father, but also wrote down everything that happened back then, including Yuzurina's existence and where she was......

As long as Yuzuri Takihaku reads this letter, he will immediately know what happened, and it doesn't matter whether he will forgive himself or not, but at least Yuzuri Kurotei hopes that his daughter and son can finally get along well.

In the cold wind and thunder, Yuzu Heizhe wrapped his thin coat tightly, and the severe pain made him lean against the wall uncontrollably, leaning down and coughing violently.

He coughed heartbreakingly.

When he had finished coughing, he sat down against the wall weakly, and he looked up in the direction of the low house, a smile on his lips.

Such an ending...... Although it was a little bleak, his goal was achieved.

I have met my own son, I have lived with him for a while, although I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a father, but at least he has appeared in the other person's life, even if it is only for a few days.

It's just that......

In the end, I couldn't hear Takibai shouting for his father......

Yuzuri Kurotsu let out a long sigh and slowly closed his eyes in the cold wind......

At this moment, a figure slammed through the void and stepped in front of Yuzuli Heizhe.

With his long snow-white hair dancing in the cold wind, the tall young man stood under the night sky, the cross pupils in his eyes staring at the thin and seriously ill old man on the side of the street, his eyes were deeply dazed and painful.

The moment he appeared, the cold wind and thunder completely disappeared from the surroundings.

This sudden silence made the Yuzu Kuro Zhe, whose consciousness was gradually sinking, struggle to come back to his senses, his cloudy eyes slowly raised, and the moment he saw the figure standing in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Yuzu Takibai squatted down, looked at Yuzu Heizhe sitting on the ground with complicated eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, he still stretched out his arms and gently hugged the thin white-haired old man in his arms.

His lips opened slightly:

"Father...... I'm late. ”

Yuzuri's body trembled violently.

Under the night sky surging with thunder, on the corner of the street where no one cared, a tall young man hugged the rickety old man, and his shadow was dragged by the thunder for a long time......

Yuzuri Kurozhe opened his chapped lips and said hoarsely:

"How do you ...... Here it comes? ”

"I can see your red dot location on the map, and I can easily find this distance." Yuzu Takibai hugged him tightly and said softly,

"Father, your son, is more ...... than you think It's even more powerful. ”