Good sewing

The two little guys Yoko and Toratoro were eating. Kazuya went to check the situation of his schoolbag, but he was stunned when he picked up it.

This schoolbag originally had a big hole in it after shooting Jikawa, but now it has been sewn up, and his Japanese name was inlaid on it with scraps of leather. The stitches are extremely fine, not even inferior to those of a sewing machine.

Kazuya touched it gently and found that it was indeed relatively strong. After studying it carefully for a while, he could not see how it was sewn on. In fact, he could also simply mend clothes, add buttons, etc., but he really couldn't do it as good as this.

It looked like something that could only be done by a professional. He was a little surprised and asked: "Yoko, did you sew this?"

Yoko was sharing rice with Toratoro. Hearing the sound, she raised her head and noticed the schoolbag Kazuya was holding. "Yes, Onisan. I sewed it..."

After a pause, she was a little afraid that Kazuya would not like it, and then quickly explained: "Onisan's schoolbag was broken because of me. I should buy a new one for you, but I can't afford it, so I had to use your sewing kit to sew it. I originally wanted to sew it as inconspicuously as possible, but the tear was too long, and I had no choice but to..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became. Finally, she lowered her head and peeked at Kazuya's expression: "I don't know if Onisan's classmates will laugh at you..."

"The sewing looks very nice, Yoko." Kazuya was glad. Seeing Yoko being so unsure, he quickly said softly: "I originally wanted to take it to the store tomorrow and ask a professional to fix it on. I didn't expect you to be able to sew so well. It's really amazing."

"Don't you think it's ugly, Onisan?"

"I don't think so. I think it's quite beautiful. Thank you, Yoko." Kazuya was really satisfied. Not to mention the sewing was so beautiful, even if the sewing was just strong, it was already very good. It's much better than going to school with a broken bag or spend more money to fix it.

Yoko saw that his expression didn't look fake and seemed to really like it. She breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's nothing. I also learned from TV before. Don't thank me, it's me who should thank you. It's all because of me that I have all these troubles."

Seeing that she was still struggling with what happened these days, Kazuya comforted her, "Okay, I won't say thank you anymore, so you don't have to be polite. I am your big brother, so it is natural for me to protect my sister, right?"

In fact, he didn't just fight for Yoko in these two fights. When he saw Yoko being bullied today, it reminded him of many bad memories from the past. He had been scorned by the parents of those naughty children in his previous life, and now in Japan he met an even more unreasonable one.

It was Jiro Kameda's unlucky fate that he became the substitute for the parents of all the naughty children Kazuya met before. Therefore, Kazuya really felt that Yoko didn't need to take the fight to her heart and repeatedly thank him. 

Yoko didn't think so. Kazuya was like a ray of sunshine in her gloomy life, so bright and heart-warming. For the first time in her life, she knew what it was like to be cared for and protected by others. Was she really treated as his sister?

When she was bullied before, she did fantasize about having a strong father or brother who would stand up for her. Now listening to Kazuya, she felt a bit unreal as if her imagination had come true.

She asked in a low voice, somewhat unconfidently: "Do you really think of me as your sister, Onisan?" Although she usually called Onisan, it was an honorific and actually used to address someone who is slightly older than herself.

"Of course, who wouldn't want a sister like you!"

Yoko raised her head and glanced at Kazuya's bright and sincere eyes. She felt extremely safe and reliable just sitting next to him. She nodded very seriously: "I will be a good sister. I promise!"

Yoko stayed with Kazuya until her mother came back, who was drunk again. Kazuya spent a lot of effort to help her get the drunken Yumi into the room.

Looking at Yumi who was vomiting all over again, Kazuya frowned. He didn't like this woman at all. He looked at Yumi's rather flashy clothes and jewelry and the brand-name bags thrown aside. They might be from a second-hand store or gifts from her mistress. Looking at Yoko's slender face, who was sitting on the floor and scrubbing the dirt off her body, he wanted to slap this woman to wake her up.

Although a single woman with a child might indeed be a bit pitiful, it was true that Those with a tragic ending must be troublemakers themselves. It was not that he look down on this woman. If she was working hard to make money to take good care of her daughter and provide her with food, clothing, and a good education, then Kazuya will respect her. But the current situation is obviously not like this. She basically cares about herself and didn't care Yoko at all.

Maybe in her eyes, her daughter might be a trouble or a free maid. She raised Yoko because she just cost less money to grow. When the expenses are slightly higher in the future, would this woman still be like this? It would not be impossible to even sell Yoko for a good price one day.

Having this kind of mother, Kazuya doesn't dare to think about how Yoko has survived for more than ten years...

"Onisan, please go back first. I can do it myself." Seeing Kazuya frowning at the side, Yoko said considerately.

She already knew that Kazuya would not dislike her for this kind of thing, so she was very calm. She knew that Kazuya like clean, and her mother's current condition could no longer be described as dirty.

Kazuya nodded. After all, Yoko's mother was a mature woman. It was not convenient for him to stay here when she needed to change clothes or something. He rubbed Yoko's little head, "If your mother wakes up and blame you the whole thing, you don't need to endure and run directly to me. Do you understand?"

"I know."

Kazuya was still a little worried. Yoko lived a very cautious life and was afraid of causing trouble to others. If something happened and she didn't come to him, it would be in trouble. So he said again: "No matter what happens, you must tell me first."

Yoko felt warm in her heart, "I got it, Onisan!"

Kazuya looked at her bright smile, sighed secretly, rubbed her head and left directly.

After he got out of the door, he stopped by the door and lowered his head and thought for a while, but there was no good solution.This was Yoko's family matter and it was difficult for him to interfere with appropriate reasons. He planned to observe the situation and see if there was any way to help Yoko improve his growing environment.

...

Kazuya went to school as usual the next day. He thought the school would talk to him about yesterday's fight, but nothing happened the whole day. He didn't know whether it was because of the slow response or because the policewoman in charge of the case was kind-hearted and didn't notify the school at all. He didn't even see the little radish who was supposed to be angry about him affecting their business and looking for trouble. It was very strange.

He studied hard all day again, and as soon as school was over at 3, he went to the Pure Flavor House as agreed, ready to thank Naotaka for his help.

This morning, He told Yoko again to call the police first and then call him if any trouble happens today. He also gave Yoko a spare key to his room, just in case she couldn't return home. In fact, he felt that if Naotaka could say "This is over", then everything should be fine. However, in order to avoid any accident that would lead to lifelong resentment, he still made some preparation .

Kazuya consulted Shin during lunch where it would be better to buy gifts for those in poor health and Shin recommended a store to him. So he took a detour and bought a gift on the way. The gift was quite good, which was packed in a beautiful wooden box and looked very decent.