The Japanese Tutor (PART I-II) [ONGOING]

IV: Hiroto Kujo's Wonder

On the hills of Devonshire, a large mansion was owned by the Steinfeld family, which was believed to be the original home of the said family. It's position on the hill made the mansion a lovely place to view sunrise every morning. In that residence, there lived a young man and his youthful mother, Heather.

There were people's gossips in the town proper that they rarely went out of that place and they only went out when they were asleep — which, unfortunately, it was true. The people in the town didn't get to see the young man residing in that big mansion as he was always inside since childhood.

That man is Hiroko Kujo. His Japanese surname gave suspicions to the public. His father wasn't around in residence and believed that he rather stayed in Japan instead of  Britain because of his difference. He was a twenty-one-year-old man who would soon heir his grandfather's inheritance and his father's title in Japan, which was a big deal as he was the only grandson in the family. He had jet black hair and blue eyes. He studied at the University of London for his degree in Political Science.

On a pleasant morning, two days after Aya's arrival, Hiroto had sightseeing from his bedroom's balcony. He still had his pajamas, and he didn't plan to go out of the room anytime soon. He enjoyed the late summer winds that came in and out of his room.

Unfortunately, Heather knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Hiroto, your breakfast is ready."

Hiroto looked at his mother behind him. "I'm going to go down on my own, Mother."

Heather responded, "oh, sure... your grandfather is already downstairs, and he is waiting for you."

Hiroto nodded, and he didn't leave the room until past ten in the morning. He went downstairs wearing his typical white shirt and black pants. When he entered the dining room, he greeted his grandfather, who was done with his lunch. He was reading his newspapers as a pleasure time while waiting for his grandson.

"Hiroto, you are late," his grandfather, George, folded his newspapers and placed it on the table. "There is a special matter that we have to discuss."

Hiroto sat down and listened attentively.

"But before that, you have to eat your breakfast. It starts to get cold," George told him, and then he chuckled.

Hiroto nodded with a smile and ate his breakfast. Despite George's busy schedules that made him dead serious all the time, his joviality to his only grandchild never changed for more than two decades.

"Your mother is using her typewriter to reply to this letter. Newly titled Marquess Tsuki Yamaguchi translated the official letter about your father," George began to explain monotonously, "and sad to say that he will not be around."

Hiroto placed his spoon into the bowl as a response. He finished the meal inside his mouth.

George sighed. "He was elected to the highest position in the House of Peers. Your father was expected to attend all of the Emperor's meetings and lead every session since last year."

Hiroto's eyes brightened by that statement, but hearing the fact that he would not be around for a while made him think of his worried mother, who waited for him for a long time.

George then continued, "there is also another letter. Marquess Yamaguchi himself wrote this one. Nothing about your father is indicated here."

Based on his mother's story, Tsuki Yamaguchi was his father's best friend and a fellow diplomat. They stayed in Steinfeld residence during the period when they frequently had diplomatic missions. He was a Japanese ambassador to Britain before taking a break from Japanese politics to focus on his national business and raise his daughter.