From the park under the overpass came the meowing of little kittens.
There were three of them in the bushes--and of these, one was no
longer moving.
Fudo buried the dead kitten, placed milk and biscuits in the box, and
left.
Worrying about the rain that began falling since noontime,
he is once again heading to the park.
"It's been a week. You can't keep doing this for much longer."
"But my dad's so strict he won't allow pets in the house."
"Then why not go ask Bunji?"
"Bunji, huh..."
Anything he loved would be taken away by Bunji Nishikoku.
Fudo couldn't forgive that, and he bit his lips vexedly.
But he doesn't realize one thing:
the father whom he thought of as a strict man has a whole different
side to him.