章節 172: Mommies, Samurais, and Self-Esteem

"She is taking care of her husband's funeral." 

Haruki, who was taking the banana roll to his mouth, dropped his hand again. He had the hope that Jun would not kill Uchida Tadao, but he was mistaken.

Tears fell from his eyes without the singer being able to control himself. The doctor placed a box of tissues in his hand. 

"How can you cry for that trash!" Mr Botan asked angrily.

"No. I'm crying for Jun, but you won't understand." Haruki sniffed. 

"So explain to me," Hashimoto-sama said. Haruki was unsure if Jun's grampa was being authoritarian or if it was just his way of speaking. 

"Do you remember what it was like before the first time you did it?" And Haruki pointed the sword at the man. "Did you have the same doubts the second time?" Haruki knew it was a dangerous subject, but he concluded. "Do you want your grandson to suffer more than he has suffered until today?"