Friends in Tokyo 4 ![]() Translation: Dreaming Translations | |
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Chapter 10 | |
— Nervously, I took a breath and opened the door. | |
Yuma Mochizuki |
Ah… |
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…… |
Yuma Mochizuki |
(The person from this morning…) |
Sitting comfortably on the sofa with his long legs stretched out, he was holding his smartphone to his ear. So as not to interrupt his phone call, I quietly took a step into the room. | |
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… Ah—hm? You said your hair is getting tangled a lot lately? Haha, what a cute thing to worry about. The thought of you gripping the brush with your cheeks puffed out is even cuter, though. |
Yuma Mochizuki |
(He must be on the phone with a woman…) |
???? |
Don’t worry. The next time we meet, I’ll slowly brush it out for you. |
Yuma Mochizuki |
(It’s probably better if I don’t hear too much…) (But… wow, that’s crazy…) (Somethin’ as scary as getting stabbed with a knife just happened to him, yet now he’s laughin’ and talkin’ on the phone with a woman like it’s no big deal…) |
This guy is definitely a kind of person I’ve never come across before. I guess there are still lots more people like that here in Tokyo. | |
Yuma Mochizuki |
(I…) |
Putting it in the corner of the room, I stood in front of my luggage. A label stuck to a cardboard box. In that moment, I gently ran my fingertips over the address of my hometown, now so far away——… | |
Location Change: Flashback | |
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Yuma Mochizuki |
Well then, I’d best get goin’. |
Itoko |
You ain’ even said yer good mornings to everyone yet. When Mari wakes up, I reckon she’ll realize her big brother ain’ there and start cryin’. |
Yuma Mochizuki |
When Mari calms down, I promise I’ll give ‘er a proper call. |
Itoko |
Why, you’d better. Now go and make lots’a good friends in Tokyo, y’hear? |
Yuma Mochizuki |
… Mhm. (Even though I was born on such a tiny island, I’ve never even talked with other people my age. I wonder if I can really make friends…) More importantly, I’ll be sure t’ send y’all an allowance by next month. |
Itoko |
And Granny’ll be sure to send ya lotsa stuff from Kagoshima. Share ‘em with yer friends and I’m sure y’all will get along. |
Yuma Mochizuki |
Right, I gotcha, Granny, but really, make sure y’ go and check the bank account next month, a’right? We gotta properly pay off the loan for the factory too, so use the allowance— |
Itoko |
Now listen here, I’ll make sure I send all’a yer things. Yer G-pen and Marupen[1], an’ everything made at the factory, Granny’ll make sure it aaall gets to ya safe. |
Yuma Mochizuki |
No, not my stuff, the allowance… |
Itoko |
Take care not to get into no fights. An’ travel safe. |
Yuma Mochizuki |
… Thank ya, Granny. (I’ll earn lotsa money, and make sure I send an allowance.) |
I have a family that I want to support. Granny, and my little sister Mari—— … and. | |
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Yuma Mochizuki |
(For Mom’s sake too…) |
Location Change: Present Day | |
Suddenly, there was a rough sound and the door swung open. | |
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Senri Nito |
YUMAPIIII~~~!! |
Yuma Mochizuki |
! |
Senri Nito |
Get this! Shishimaru and I ended up in the same doooorm—! Not only that, but he’s totally awful! He has no mercy on me! |
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Takaomi Shishimaru |
Oi, NEET bastard! Turning tail in the middle of a battle, you really are a fuckin’ waste of space! |
Yuma Mochizuki |
(Even Shishimaru came…) |
Senri Nito |
This guy’s like a door you can’t open or close[2]!! I can’t go up against him any longer! |
Yuma Mochizuki |
A door…? |
Takaomi Shishimaru |
Ha! Look who started off bragging about how good he is at fighting games, but now he’s just howling like a whipped dog! |
Senri Nito |
Please! The guy who won’t just admit that he can’t win is the real loser! |
Yuma Mochizuki |
H- Hey… |
These heated-up two were fighting with more violent force than the wild boars back on my island. I had absolutely no idea how to calm them down. Flustered, I glanced quickly over at the couch, and made eye contact with the guy still in the middle of his phone call. | |
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Hm? Haha, it’s nothing. The little myna bird[3] I started keeping is just making some cute sounds. |
Yuma Mochizuki |
(Myna bird…) |
Senri Nito |
AAGGHH, THAT’S IT! I bet you don’t even have any friends!! |
Takaomi Shishimaru |
If all I have to do is run my mouth with bullshit flattery like you to make “friends”, then I don’t fuckin’ need ‘em! |
Senri Nito |
Hah…? Then if you so badly don’t want me to call us “friends”, your taste in curtains sucks! |
Takaomi Shishimaru |
HAAA!? |
Senri Nito |
A hamburger pattern, are you out of your mind!? In what universe is that a good choice!? |
Yuma Mochizuki |
(Uh-oh… This seems like it’s just gonna keep going…) |
Takaomi Shishimaru |
Bastard… |
Senri Nito |
Aw, did I huwt your feewings? Even though my little lie earlier was a nice one. |
Takaomi Shishimaru |
A lie’s a lie. Nice or not, doesn’t fucking matter. Listen, bastard— |
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Touji Harimiya |
So noisy! Making so much ruckus with the door open is a violation of school rules! What on Earth is going on here? |
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