Breakfast

"Father…"

Kazehaya Gin eyed the old man warily, although his face didn't show any emotion. Since that time when he had seen him cry over the woman's dead body as he cradled her in his arms while disregarding the son who was fighting for his life just a few feet away, he'd never really talked to him.

For Kazehaya Gin, the fact that his father still lived was just… a fact. It's similar to the knowledge that the sun rose in the morning and the rainbows sometimes appeared after it rained. But it had long since lost its significance. It didn't matter to him whether his father was there or not as he never felt he had one from the beginning.

However, this time, Gin couldn't help but noticed how much Kazehaya Kirio had aged over the years. The once proud, strong man he had looked up to was gone. He now looked like someone's grandfather and no longer the father he remembered. It seemed that this man really took his beloved wife's death to heart.