Orang Tua Konohamaru Novels & Stories

Either I’m hearing things or Miyamura’s father just said that he knows me— that he’s been looking forward to meeting me to be exact. “And you too…Sakura”. He smiles softly at her. His collar tilts, I can see the faint beginning of a bond mark at the edge. Sakura smiles, but it’s strained at the edges. Her hold on her suitcase handle tightens so much, her knuckles whiten. “There’s no need to have this discussion outside, dear”. I had completely overlooked him— the Aronohai patriarch. In the face of his beautiful husband, I had looked over his presence.

Riko’s grandmother chuckled. “I’m Yūri Konishi. This is my husband, Hibiki. We’re Riko’s maternal grandparents.”, she introduced. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Meeting you certainly explains where my girl gets her good looks.” I smiled, letting her hand go to offer it to Hibiki. “Nice to meet you, sir.” I greeted. Hibiki nodded and shook my hand with a firm grip. He didn’t say anything but seemed to had decided I was acceptable. “Mister Shiraishi.” I said, offering my hand to Riko’s father.

I wondered as I turned more toward him. "Just like you I am in my eighteenth year of life. Honestly, my family has not left this village for many generations as we are the first residents of the Kiyomizu-Dera Temple. I am still growing in my studies of literature and arithmetic and will complete my studies come the beginning of summer. My father is Santo-San a retired high ranking general of the Chinese army and my mother is his Madame consort Kawa the villages strongest healer. What about you?" He ends with.

I remembered our earlier encounter and hoped she wouldn’t hold my earlier wariness against me. Beside her stood an older couple who I immediately recognized as Jiro’s parents. His father was tall and composed, his features chiseled and refined—clearly where Jiro had inherited his sharp looks. Beside him stood Jiro’s mother, an elegant omega whose beauty hadn’t faded with age. She had a serene grace about her, but her eyes were sharp, observant, and they landed on me with the precision of a blade. “Welcome,” Jiro’s father said, his voice deep and steady. “You must be Haru.”

Because of my bad mood, I didn't notice her right away. "Ahm... Yes. It's me. And you?" "I'm Tryna. Just call me aunt. I'm Iwatani's mother." I gasped. "Dad has mentioned you before to me. Nice to meet you!" "Nice to meet you too, Iha." She also knows who I am. The Yokomizo is a trusted family. As far as I know, they have been working in our family since their ancestors. The Yokomizos are well-trained guards, working directly with our family. Iwatani's father, who was my father's personal bodyguard before, is gone. While his grandfather is still working in our family.

All the children of the noble clans must go through schooling and when they turn ten they get shipped off to Camp Shitori for military training. "I remember my grandmother telling me this story over and over again. Even now I can still hear her gentle voice in my head," Karui mumbled and smiled briefly. "What I remember most is how stubborn and inattentive Konoiki was during those classes, and of course your beautiful grandmother," Hana replied. "He was always dozing off too, just like that kid over there," he pointed at the dozing kid and chuckled even more. Hana joined him and the smiling turned to a peal of loud laughter. They both laughed for some minutes.

"What's going on?" He flinched when he heard his father's voice approaching. While his mother is a benign woman, his father, on the other hand, is quite a contrary. Takuya Takahashi is extremely strict and refuses to accept nor see any weakness within his family and showing fear is no different, even from a child. Charlotte stood straight and moved in front of Takumi to cover him up. "Nothing, dear. Takumi only saw a wild animal over there. It must be really huge."

"They were like soulmates who understood what the other wanted... But everything got complicated when their eldest children died in that attack." That made me furrow my brow. "Elder children?" He looked at me as if I were crazy and then nodded. "Yes, the eldest children, from where the new Oyabun would come. You didn't know about them?" I shook my head, a bit taken aback. "No, I only know about Aunt Katsumi, the grandparents, and my father's cousin, Yoshio." "Ah... He's the one who maintains order in Japan, a unique being in his own right," he explained with amusement.

When Nozomi did not reply, Keisuke continued, “Your mother merely bit off more than she can chew. She’ll learn. How about you youngsters return home? You have your studies to focus on, I’ll stay and take care of her.” He then looked at Hikaru, implicitly passing him the responsibility of getting everyone home. “Anything you’d like my dad to note?” Hikaru asked. Nozomi shook her head. “Let’s go?” “...Okay.” Nozomi said with a small sigh. “Thank you, uncle.” Nozomi bowed low. “Don’t worry about it.” The corners of his lips lifted, and his gaze softened, forming his usual gentle fatherly smile. Nozomi was momentarily hit with a flashback of her father’s image, which overlapped with Keisuke’s vi

Even though some were still alive, they had handed over their power to the next generation and retired. “Uncle Masaru is right. Since you are the patriarch, you must think for the sake of the family. Now, you’re actually giving up on the future of the family for the sake of your daughter. I think you’re not fit to be the patriarch!” Right after Masaru had said that, there were immediately echoing voices. Taking advantage of the high status of the old man, they attacked Takuya.