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This entire time...I was under the false presumption that the weak must always be protected. But Yukihira is not fixated upon strength, or weakness. He took all the blades of all his chef cohorts in hand and learned from them. That's right, it's not as if I was able to continue winning and make it this far on my own either.
The whole reason why I was able to stand in the kitchen in my mother's place was because of the other employees that were there to support me. I cannot believe it took me this long to realize something so simple.
I've been so caught up...distracting myself with Romero's sudden leave and absence of contact. I wasn't able to protect her, to support her like how she supported me. I don't know what happened, but I will find the answer.
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"I would like for everyone to gather for just a couple moments please." He held his mother's hands, clasping his large ones over her small ones.
The employees circled around.
"With everyone's permission, especially yours Okaasan, there's something I desire to accomplish. I wish to go to Argentina for a couple weeks. I know that-
His mother interrupted him with a gentle cupping of his cheek. "My dear Sōmei, you needed not to ask. You have worked so hard and I wish I could express how thankful I am to have a son like you. You wish to see her, don't you?"
He nodded with a light smile.
Tanaka placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "When you see her, tell her I've kept every single critique note."
Saitō widened his eyes. How could he be surrounded by a group of people who support him so much? He figured he must be blessed with fortune.
His mother grabbed his hands, whispering, "You must realize you might not seek what you're looking for. Are you ready for that?"
"The warrior learns of the spiritual realm by dwelling on the cutting edge of the sword, standing at the edge of the fire pit, venturing right up to the edge of starvation if necessary. Vibrant and intense living is the warrior's form of worship. Okaasan, if that were to be the case, then I must learn."
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There were no cherry blossoms here. Instead, a luscious green rose above the base of the land, appearing as if the mountains were summoned by the trees.
The most breath-taking view was the endless fields of vines in which concealed the lands.
How much land can one own?
With only his thoughts to keep in company in this car ride, he was at last at the estate.
She never told me she resided somewhere so grand. She humbled herself a bit too much when speaking of her home.
