![]() ![]() ![]() “Regardless of that, if you like, Keitaro can stay at the Inn until his parents come back around, or he gets into Tokyo University.” “Oho! It might take some time then, who knows maybe he'll wear her down like Naoto wore Tsuruko.” Hina let out an amused, if witch-like, cackle at that. “She is as stubborn as Tsuruko and Naoto combined, Granny. “I can only hope she tires herself out and learns from this. “She can’t do any real damage to him, though definitely not out of a lack of trying.” ![]() “Speaking of, how has he fared against Motoko?” “They threw him out over failing an entrance exam? I’ll have to talk to them about being so rash, Kei-chan is special after all,” Hina replied. He’s got nowhere else to go, so I'm going to let him stay here at the inn.” “He hasn’t gotten into Tokyo University, and his parents kicked him out. Standing outside the Hinata-sou as its tenants carried Keitaro and Motoko inside to tend to them, Haruka was on her phone with her Grandmother and the current owner of the Hinata-sou, Hina Urashima. But what is it that keeps us here, writing, reading, and raging this cycle endlessly? Do you understand the implications of this? Hours–literally hours of time–lost to the constant flow of writing, reading, rage, repeating. Not a lot of action in this chapter, but don't worry, I'll make up for it in Chapter 4.ĭisclaimer: Ladies and gentlemen.
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