Create MYGO second creation, but make them cry

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But Toyokawa Sadaharu waved his hand impatiently and said, "Take him away and keep a close watch on him. Don't let him escape."

"Yes...yes, sir." Butler Fujita was unusually flustered.

“Since that’s the case, then the bet… is settled.” Banami smiled with satisfaction.

Toyokawa Sadaharu remained silent, but before being led away by Fujita's butler, Hanami said, "By the way, it won't count once I leave here, but in return, you should give me a small reward."

Then, Banami made his small request.

Toyokawa Sadaharu simply said in a cold voice, "We'll talk about it when you can escape from here."

"Then I'll take that as a yes." Banami waved her hand and left the study without looking back.

Toyokawa Sadaharu leaned back gently in his executive chair, and shortly afterward, Fujita, the butler, burst in looking flustered.

"Master, that boy... he's gone."

However, Butler Fujita noticed a long-lost... upturned corner of the master's mouth.

But the smile vanished in an instant, and his tone remained serious: "Take your men to Kumamoto, the place you went to today, and make sure you bring Xiangzi back."

"Yes!" Although he didn't know what was going on, Butler Fujita still faithfully carried out the old man's orders.

However, after a series of labored coughs, Toyokawa Sadaharu seemed to remember something and said, "If... you let them escape again tonight, then... go back to Tokyo and bring Hatsune Miku here."

Chapter Sixty-One: Spring and Autumn Sow Hope

As the dark night drew back the curtain of the sky, Banami breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the lights of the tavern "Bear and Wheat".

However, he was in a relatively good mood at the moment, after all, his first negotiation with Old Deng had gone smoothly.

Confirming Toyokawa Sadaharu's condition gave Hanami much more room to maneuver.

After all, even if Banami was in a bad situation, she could still take Shoko and leave, although that was not the ending that Banami and Shoko wanted to see.

But despite his seemingly dignified and authoritative demeanor, and despite controlling the entire Toyokawa family, Toyokawa Sadaharu actually had far fewer choices than he did.

This is also the key reason why Banami was able to successfully control Old Deng today.

In this world, only aging and death are things that no one can defy.

Although today's negotiations seem like a victory for Hanami, her heart is bleeding when she counts the cat coins she spent today.

The hypnotic stickers he had used before caused him to appear to have swapped appearances with Xiangzi in the eyes of others.

There were also escape tools used when escaping the Toyokawa mansion.

Now, the progress towards accumulating one million Cat Coins has been severely hampered.

The final bet proposed by Banami was both to gain Old Deng's complete trust and to continue stalling for time to earn more cat coins...

Hey, I'll have to add a lot more chapters this time.

Okay, and I'll also take a honeymoon with Xiao Xiang.

After all, when the two of them set foot on Tokyo soil again...

As he approached the tavern entrance, he heard two girls talking.

The one who looked somewhat annoyed was his lover, Toyokawa Shoko.

"We've been practicing all afternoon, why are you backing down now? The Toyokawa family will be here soon, we don't have time to waste with you anymore."

Then, Banami heard the once arrogant Nyanmu-chan, now as soft as Sho's breasts, exclaim, "But, to have to play in front of Old Deng, using his electronic drums, is just too embarrassing~~"

"Sister...you're really good at dancing now."

"Wakaho~"

Hearing Miaomeng's tone, Banami couldn't help but chuckle.

However, to the wary girls, upon hearing such laughter, Xiangzi quickly shouted, "Who's outside?!"

Seeing this, Bana gently pushed the door open and went in. When she saw the boy again, Xiangzi showed a calm and peaceful smile and said, "Xi, you're back."

She seemed never to have worried that Banami wouldn't be able to come back.

When Miaomeng saw Banami again, her lips were slightly pursed. Then, Xiangzi pulled her hand and said, "Xi, you should hurry up and persuade her. We clearly agreed to perform in front of Uncle Kumamoto before leaving, but at the last minute, Miaomeng is being difficult again."

Miao Meng turned her head slightly and said, "It's not that we're having a tiff, it's just that I haven't had a proper conversation with Old Deng... Dad for many years..."

Although this incident has eased the tension between Miaomeng and Uncle Kumamoto, she cannot immediately change her attitude.

Banami walked up to the girl and said with a smile, "Nyanmu-chan is so cute now."

"Yeah, so cute~" Xiangzi said with a smile.

"The two of you?!" Miao Meng's face was slightly flushed.

Just then, Banami ran upstairs and came back with a shirt, saying, "Hey, shall we wear these merchandise shirts to sing later?!"

Wakaho widened her eyes slightly as she looked at the words "I ? Kumamoto" written on the shirt and said, "Isn't this a batch of pub-themed shirts that Dad ordered before? Although not many were sold, they've been sitting in the warehouse."

"Isn't that obvious? Who else but him would wear something like that? It's so shameful!" Soft Meow Dream shouted.

"Hey, but I think this is a great idea!" Xiangzi's eyes lit up.

“Right, right? I knew you’d like this idea.” Banami laughed heartily.

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When Uncle Kumamoto returned to the tavern from the farmhouse, it was already a little late.

The experiences of the past two days have left him with many reflections.

In particular, when he saw his daughter crying for him, this tough guy, who could still laugh even though he had been crippled, didn't know whether he felt proud or bitter.

When he entered the brightly lit tavern, he saw a scene that surprised him greatly.

A band was standing on the small stage of the pub.

The bassist is his youngest daughter, Wakaho.

The guitarist is that little rascal that his daughter likes.

The keyboardist is the blue-haired girl who should have already gone back to her family.

What surprised him most was that sitting in front of his dusty drum set was...

"Wheat, why are you..."

Immediately, Ruomai, who was holding the drumsticks, showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

Then, guitarist and lead vocalist Hanami smiled and said, "Welcome to our makeshift 'LOVELOVE Kumamoto' live performance."

Originally, we were all supposed to wear "I Love Kumamoto" themed shirts, but one particular person stubbornly refused to wear them, so unfortunately, we'll have to leave it at that for now.

At this moment, Uncle Kumamoto realized that apart from his eldest daughter, Wakame, both Wakaho and Banami and Shoko were wearing the white shirts he had ordered that read "I ? Kumamoto".

"You're the one who's arrogant, your whole family is arrogant!" Miao Mengqin retorted.

As a result, Banami grinned and said, "Well then, Uncle Kumamoto, please listen to this song next, because my song is your daughter's cry!"

Banami gently raised her hand.

The sounds of bass and keyboard slowly rose up, a melodious tune, yet full of earthy flavor, seeped into Uncle Kumamoto's ears.

Ruomai glanced at her father, then, holding the drumsticks her father had once used, began to play the drums.

Then, Banami slowly recounted the story to the middle-aged tough man.

Forget whether there's a way out in the distance.

Forget about the dark and stormy night.

*Though my feet are getting old, I've trudged through snow and mountains.

*But everything was achieved through both hands.

Uncle Kumamoto slowly closed his eyes, as if he could see, through the boy's singing, the rough hands that had sown the seeds, and the smiles that looked forward to a bountiful harvest next year.

That was the innate motivation of the man named Yutenji Kumamoto, the reason he did those "foolish things" that his daughters talked about.

Because that's what his father had told him.

Banami's singing continues.

*We met again and got drunk.

*Amidst the wind and rain, we spoke from the heart.

Right and wrong are fleeting, like smoke in the wind.

*Laughter and tears seeped into the old well

*Singing duets on the road in a foreign land

Spring and autumn are filled with hope.

Summer and Winter have seen through life and death.

*Remember this forever, generation after generation

As Ruomai continued to pound the electronic drums, she watched her father close his eyes and appreciate her performance, and she bit her lip slightly.

She used to dream of her father, the father who would take her out into the world, a father whom everyone would recognize and who would greet with a warm smile.

The little girl felt that this made her feel very "proud".

She thought that her prestigious father was a hero of Kumamoto.

However, when she saw those once kind smiles betraying her lame father, she was angry, she was resentful, and she wanted to fight for the honor her father deserved.

But... but, seeing her father silently shouldering everything for everyone today, and still smiling at him, Ruomai finally understood...

Ah, so this is the kind of father who is the hero of Kumamoto. He has never changed. The only thing that has changed is his own lack of understanding of himself.

*One day plus one day

*Every minute of farming

Sweat and Blood

Every grain is bittersweet.

*Never change

Human determination can overcome nature.

The boy's passionate singing reminded Ruomai of when she was little, when her father took her to play in the fields. Little Ruomai looked at the rice ears that seemed to be blowing in the wind like a field, and in her innocence and ignorance, she inadvertently trampled the rice ears in the field.

But after she did that, her father rushed over and carefully lifted the rice stalks up.

Little Ruomai blinked and pouted, a little dissatisfied, and said, "Dad, there are so many more here. I only stepped on one, it's okay, right?"

Dad didn't seem to have any grand principles to offer, but he said, "But, Ruomai, isn't it better to watch them grow up healthy?"

Looking at the swaying rice paddies, Ruomai didn't know how to answer.

"And you know, your father named you Ruomai because he hoped that you could grow up healthy like these ears of wheat."

So Dad, seeing them is like seeing you; I can't bear to see them fall down.

Then, Dad squatted down, gently approached the rice ears laden with plump grains, and said with a smile, "Look, how wonderful it smells."

With a hint of curiosity, Ruomai approached gently and, just like her father, took a light sniff of the golden rice stalk in front of her.

That smell, carrying a hint of dust, sunshine, and earth, left a deep impression on Ruomai.

That's... the smell of the earth, the smell of rice stalks, the smell of... my father.

She felt that it wouldn't smell of perfume or cosmetics, and would smell even better than the scent of rice.

Spring and autumn are filled with hope.

Summer and Winter have seen through life and death.

*Remember this forever, generation after generation

As Yutenji Wakana played the drums, tears slowly welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Hometown, Hometown (End of Volume Eight)

Only when the last note faded did Uncle Kumamoto slowly open his eyes. His gaze toward Hanami held a hint of surprise as he said in a calm voice, "That was a good song."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ikeda burst in and said to Uncle Kumamoto, "Kumamoto, something bad has happened! Those men in black have broken into the village again, and Endo, along with the agricultural cooperative members, is coming this way."

Now, the large group of people who stormed in are looking for this young couple.