Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Tonight's dinner is seafood, freshly caught fish, less than two hours from shore to table, it's incredibly fresh, the octopus sashimi is still moving!

Unfortunately, Fushimi Roku doesn't like to eat raw fish, thinking it has parasites, and he forbids Minamoto Tamako from eating it too. He used the ingredients to make grilled fish and garlic vermicelli oysters, and Minamoto Tamako still ate heartily.

As for Taira Sakurako, getting stomach troubles from eating indiscriminately is a childhood rite of passage, it's something you must experience, so after Fushimi Roku reminded her, he didn't bother her again.

Kids are like that, the more you forbid them, the more they want to try. For example, don't lick icicles in winter, don't cram your mouth with light bulbs, don't eat things that fell on the ground... Some things you won't understand until you experience them yourself, being taught by others doesn't help, but one experience teaches you for life.

As expected, Taira Sakurako didn't heed her Oniichan's advice. She figured since she was at the seaside, she should try some seafood and tasted several pieces of sashimi with wasabi. That night, she had diarrhea and ran to the bathroom several times.

A guesthouse isn't like a hotel, with big-bed rooms or twin-bed rooms, usually, they're run by local residents who spare a room or two for guests, most sleep on futons spread on tatami mats, Fushimi Roku and the others were no exception.

After eating and drinking to their fill, the landlady took out three sets of bedding from the cupboard and helped spread them on the tatami mats, warmly reminding them, "If you're going to play at the seaside, remember to take another shower when you come back, or the salt will crust on your skin, making it very uncomfortable to sleep."

That reminder made Minamoto Tamako want to play at the beach.

In Tokyo, no one goes to bed at eight o'clock, that's when the nightlife is just beginning. Now that she's back in this seaside town, everyone lives by the rhythm of sunrise and sunset, the routine is so regular that she's a bit unaccustomed.

It's only eight o'clock; going out to play for two more hours and then returning by ten isn't too late!

But Fushimi Roku refused to go; he felt there was nothing fun at the beach and wanted to sleep early.

With Taira Sakurako as a third wheel, there's no way the beach trip could be romantic, and nothing special was going to happen tonight, might as well sleep early and wake up refreshed, so he wouldn't look like he had dark circles and was lacking vitality when meeting Minamoto Tamako's grandfather.

"If you don't want to go, then never mind, I'll go with Sakurako." Minamoto Tamako didn't insist, she excitedly took Taira Sakurako out.

Fushimi Roku took a shower, and before he lay down, he saw the two coming back.

He asked offhandedly, and it turned out Sakurako's stomach got worse from the sea breeze, so she returned to continue using the bathroom.

Minamoto Tamako's beach trip was put on hold; she went to the bathroom to shower, and when she came out, she was wearing a yukata, her hair was wet, and her cowlick finally met its demise.

She used a towel to wipe off the water, then sat by the window and started drying her hair with a blow dryer, casually chatting with Fushimi Roku:

"So when you meet my grandpa, what are you planning to talk about?"

"Whatever he wants to talk about, I'll talk about."

Fushimi Roku was already snuggled in the futon, adjusting his sleeping position; the scabs on his back were almost healed, but they were unbearably itchy. Laying on his back felt itchier, while laying on his side pressed on his arm; he could only wriggle on the futon like a maggot.

"What if my grandpa talks about something you don't understand?" Minamoto Tamako blew the front after drying the back, her bangs pushed back, revealing her round little face.

"If I don't understand, I'll just listen, won't I? Listening to him is enough." Fushimi Roku didn't mind.

"But my grandpa is hard to get along with, I'm a bit worried you won't get along with him..." Minamoto Tamako glanced at him, that guy was still wriggling on the futon: "Gosh, once you couldn't even make a friend, and now you have to handle my grandpa... Isn't that too much for you?"

Fushimi Roku tilted his head back, arching his back like a cat: "What do you mean by that sympathetic tone? I'm very good at socializing, okay."

"Oh dear, let's not talk about it then," Minamoto Tamako had a 'hitting the sore spot' expression: "Let's talk about the dreams we had before!"

Fushimi Roku felt a sense of being underestimated.

Maybe it was because the recent scent of love had clouded his mind, making him not notice that Minamoto Tamako seemed to be getting too familiar.

Letting her call him captain was one thing, but now she's mocking his ability to make friends. Of course, he's not petty; he wouldn't bear a grudge over such trivial matters, just felt like his familial throne was wobbly.

"What's there to talk about? Didn't you already say it before?" Fushimi Roku turned over, now facing his back to Minamoto Tamako, lying on the bed.

"I did say it, but you didn't!"

Minamoto Tamako was a bit displeased when this was brought up, she turned off the blow dryer, flipped through her notebook from her suitcase, and started flipping through it furiously: "I have it all noted down! You kept interrupting, saying my suspicions were causing you heartaches in your dreams..."

"That's exactly what it is." Fushimi Roku insisted.

"Then where did I get all those Cat Island knowledge?" Minamoto Tamako retorted.

"I don't know," Fushimi Roku feigned ignorance, playing dead on the bed: "Maybe you just had an epiphany, remembered past life memories, maybe you're a natural genius."

"No way!" Minamoto Tamako tugged at his blanket.

"Why not? I just remember my past lives." Fushimi Roku argued confidently.

Minamoto Tamako just thought he was speaking nonsense, shaking him back and forth, demanding he confess what he really dreamt about, what unresolved knots remained in his heart.

Of course, Fushimi Roku refused to say; he rolled back and forth, wrapping himself tightly in the blanket like a cocoon, then looked up to find Minamoto Tamako's hair sticking up.