Chapter 269 Missing You
Kazumi cried.
She didn’t really know why she was crying herself. Perhaps it was the original body’s spontaneous emotions after learning the truth about her parents, or perhaps it was the outburst after finding an outlet for the loneliness she had suppressed for many years.
Perhaps from the very beginning, the reason she agreed to Masashi Sakuraba’s suggestion was this piece of news about her parents.
Regardless of whether it was Kazumi’s urgent need to understand her background now, or the lingering desire for affection for her biological parents in the original body’s heart, it was driving the young girl to not refuse a request with such a reward.
Of course, Masashi Sakuraba’s reward was indeed worthy of the danger of this mission.
Even though the young girl had returned home, what she was thinking about at this moment was the true feelings her parents had for her. In fact, Kazumi really wanted to analyze the various pieces of information obtained in the underground base from an objective perspective, but she couldn’t.
She gently turned her head to the small mirror beside her. The oval mirror no longer reflected the cold and ethereal girl of the past.
Beneath her soft black hair, her dark eyes had lost their usual coldness. Misty water vapor swirled gently in her eye sockets, coupled with the girl’s still red nose, giving her a pitiable and endearing charm, making one want to hold this poor, bullied girl in their arms.
“Sigh…”
Looking at her current state, Kazumi shook her head helplessly. She had personally experienced this kind of uncontrollable sadness before. Her mind was very clear, and she even knew that she shouldn’t be sad and affected by such things, yet the tears on her face just wouldn’t stop.
The girl’s parents were unfortunate.
Not because they lived in that dark place from childhood as adopted children of an organization, nor because the so-called research plan was completely overturned, nor because their longed-for daughter had not walked the right path.
If one were to truly speak of misfortune, it would probably be being in darkness yet always yearning for light.
In retrospect, it was understandable that Akihiko Fukada had been unwilling to tell her the truth about her parents until now. Except for Kazumi herself, no one knew that inside this teenage girl lived a mature soul that had survived for over twenty years and had formed its own inherent values.
And for a girl still in her growth period, such a truth was a cruel test. Not to mention that the only wish of Kazumi Shimizu and her husband was for their daughter to stay as far away from this darkness as possible and live a normal life.
Perhaps from the perspective of Kazumi in her memories, her parents were probably the most incompetent parents in the world. They lacked care and companionship for their daughter’s childhood, always focusing on their work, and even on the day they passed away, it had been two months since they last saw their daughter, Kazumi Shimizu.
But now, having understood all of this, Kazumi realized that although her parents didn’t give her much, they gave her everything they could.
“But what I’m doing now is destroying all their efforts…”
She casually picked up the mirror to her right and placed it in front of her, looking at herself in the mirror, Kazumi said to herself.
The “Dark Ability Elimination” that the original body’s parents researched was probably for the previous owner of the body. If this curse-like ability could be eliminated, the girl should be able to truly live under the sun like an ordinary person.
The girl was naturally a reserved person.
Perhaps it was due to the influence of her abilities, or perhaps it was because the soul’s nature was inherently indifferent, Kazumi was actually unable to empathize with many things, or rather, she lacked empathy.
Even killing, in the girl’s eyes, was just a risky exchange of benefits. After all, social rules could also be ruthless, and she was merely displaying those rules in a more forceful way in the form of power.
Kazumi could not analyze the pros and cons of all this from an observer’s perspective without emotion.
To gain power, to live better in this world, and to satisfy the slightest desire for power and status in her heart. Kazumi had gambled everything in this new world, ruthlessly utilizing everything and everyone around her, and finally reached her current level.
All of this was contrary to the girl’s original intentions. Perhaps the girl in the past just wanted to live an ordinary life, just as her parents had worked hard for and hoped for.
But Kazumi, taking this body, had unhesitatingly moved forward in the opposite direction, but it was only for her own purpose.
The girl in the mirror shook her head somewhat frantically, subconsciously fumbling beside the table, wanting to reach for the box of cigarettes usually placed on the side. But the empty feeling in her hand also told Kazumi that she was no longer the pathetic person from her previous life who relied on smoking to relieve stress when she was troubled.
Kazumi was accustomed to smoking. At first, she only smoked a cigarette to cope with social situations, but later she realized that this was probably one of the few ways to relieve stress under the heavy pressure of life.
But for the girl in this life, whether it was to maintain her persona or because of the lack of sensation in her undead body, Kazumi had silently given up this small habit from her previous life.
Of course, this was not a habit worth promoting.
With her extended right hand, Kazumi retrieved her mobile phone and gently pushed the mirror in front of her away. She rested her elbows on the table, cradling the phone with both hands as she browsed aimlessly.
Kazumi knew what she should do. After Masashi Sakuraba provided her with so much of the material she needed, she should enter the Black Coffin territory, check and organize the situation there, and consolidate all the power she could use.
After all, the task she had taken on from Masashi Sakuraba was not a light one. Even though the other party had promised to prioritize her life, the saying “never fully trust others” was still etched into the girl’s soul.
No matter when, the most trustworthy thing was still the solid power in her own hands.
“But I still want to find someone to talk to…”
She scrolled through her meager address book, only to find that she didn’t seem to have a single person she could talk to from the heart. In the end, she had no choice but to place her finger on the little sun icon at the very top, hesitated for half a moment, and then gently tapped it.
Whether the girl was willing to admit it or not, she was now…
She probably really missed Shinichi Sato a little…
