There was a mildly confused blink as her sleeve was tugged on, and she immediately gave her attention to the source of the tugging. Bachan? Well, to be fair, she was walking with her cane today. And her hair was beginning to gray… Oh damn, she was getting old.
“Hehe,” slightly nervous sounding chuckling as she rubbed the back of her neck. “…Well I don’t know, actually. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
⌈ ほのお ⌋—- The boy gave her a pleasant smile; although she may seem to forget him, he surely couldn’t forget her. She was always this certain look on her face and the upbeat tone of her voice that made the young heir remember her very well.
“Bachan, it’s me—Honō!” He jumped up and down and then hugging her. “You know, grumpy Tousan’s kid!”
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