Chapter "Agony Of Separation"

With tears streaming down her face, Kanna pressed on, her voice choked with emotion, "Yes, Kosuke Sensei speaks the truth. Renjiro Sensei neglected our self-defense training. Even leading up to the match, he instilled in us the belief that victory is everything, even if it meant risking our lives."

Renjiro remained frozen in disbelief, his gaze shifting between Kanna and the weight of her words.

In a heart-wrenching admission, Kanna sobbed, "Kojiro's death is on Renjiro Sensei. He killed Kojiro." Her words hung heavy in the air as Renjiro stood stunned, grappling with the gravity of her accusation.

The police officer halted the recording abruptly, announcing, "But there's more. This morning another statement was released." Renjiro in stunned silence.

The police played another statement, this time from a news channel where a reporter delivered breaking news:

"Following Kanna Inoue's damning testimony against her Sensei Renjiro Matsumoto, a new revelation has emerged. Renjiro Matsumoto's wife has come forward with a statement, disclosing that her husband suffered severe mental anguish following the passing of his father, the esteemed Meijin Ryouma Matsumoto. She revealed that Renjiro's mental state deteriorated, leading to instances of domestic violence and a desperate obsession with winning the prestigious All Might Tournament at any cost.”

Renjiro Matsumoto's anger surged, his teeth clenched in frustration as the police officers delivered their verdict.

"Renjiro Matsumoto, for your negligence in providing adequate training to a 16-year-old and for sending him into a battle that resulted in his death, you are under arrest. You will serve a three-year sentence."

Speechless and seething with rage, Renjiro was motionless as the officers firmly gripped him, dragging him out of the cell with determined resolve.

Stepping out of the cell, Renjiro's eyes fell upon his wife, cradling their child, Yuzuki. His heart ached at the sight of his daughter reaching out to him, her innocent gestures tugging at his soul.

Desperate to embrace his child, Renjiro's instinct to run towards her surged, but the firm grip of the officers held him back, their restraint unyielding.

Meanwhile, Kohana intercepted Yuzuki's attempt to rush towards her father. Despite Renjiro's yearning to hold his child, the distance between them remained agonizingly vast.

As Renjiro and his child persisted in their efforts, a surge of determination fueled Yuzuki's resolve. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she broke free from her mother's grasp, determined to reach her father.

Witnessing his daughter's fearless sprint towards him, Renjiro's heart swelled with emotion. In a sudden burst of strength and desperation, he let out a primal scream, breaking free from the officers' grips.

With every ounce of his being, he ran towards his beloved daughter, the distance between them shrinking with each stride.

Father and daughter raced towards each other, driven by an unbreakable bond and overwhelming love, their outstretched arms yearning for the embrace they had been denied for far too long.

As they drew closer, Renjiro sank to his knees, his heart breaking as his daughter firmly embraced him, her tears mingling with his own. Despite his overwhelming desire to return her embrace, his hands remained bound behind his back, rendering him helpless.

Renjiro fought against the restraints, his muscles straining with futile effort, but the handcuffs held fast, refusing to yield to his desperation.

But their reunion was short-lived. With a Kohana firmly pulling Yuzuki away from Renjiro, Simultaneously, the officers forcibly separated Renjiro from his daughter, tearing them apart once more.

Renjiro could only watch helplessly as his daughter was taken from him, the agony of their separation etched into his soul.

Yuzuki sobbed uncontrollably, her tiny hand outstretched towards her father, pleading silently for their separation to end.

Renjiro's screams echoed through the air as he strained against his restraints, desperation etched into every fiber of his being.

In a brutal display of force, the officers unleashed a barrage of punches to Renjiro's abdomen. Despite the searing pain, Renjiro's resolve remained unbroken as he continued to fight for his daughter.

With a heavy hand, the officers seized Renjiro and forcefully dragged him towards the waiting police car.

His anguished cries reverberated through the air as he pleaded desperately to be reunited with his daughter, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Ignoring his impassioned cries, the officers firmly seated Renjiro inside the car, Renjiro could only watch helplessly as the distance between him and his daughter grew, his heart heavy with the weight of their separation.

The sight of Renjiro before entering the car was her daughter crying and extending her hand towards her father

(Five Years later)

Five years later, in a bustling restaurant, a young woman rang the bell for attention. A 21-year-old waiter with striking blue eyes and black hair approached her table, clad in his crisp uniform.

"Good evening, madam. How may I assist you?" he inquired politely.

With a sinister smile, the girl retrieved a strand of hair from her pasta, presenting it accusingly. "There's a hair in my lunch?" she sneered.

The waiter, unfazed by her accusation, glanced at the dish before responding calmly, "My apologies, but I assure you that I thoroughly checked your meal before serving it. Our chefs are diligent about wearing facial hair coverings to maintain hygiene standards.”

The arrogant girl slammed her hand on the table in frustration, her anger palpable as she exclaimed loudly, "So? What do you mean by that?" The waiter remained composed despite her outburst.

Sensing the escalating tension, the girl's friend chimed in, hurling insults at the waiter. "Listen, you incompetent fool, there's a hair in our food, so we refuse to pay for this!" she spat.

Without a hint of agitation, the waiter calmly responded, "Very well, I won't charge you for the pasta." His tone remained steady,

The defiant girl's voice rang out, "We're not paying for anything, not just the pasta." Tension crackled as the waiter locked eyes with her,

In a firm tone, the waiter retorted, "You will pay."

Enraged, the girl shot to her feet, her voice rising as she refused to settle the bill for the allegedly contaminated meal. "I won't pay for this disgusting lunch with hair in it! And who do you think you are?" she shouted, drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Murmurs rippled through the diners as they watched the confrontation.

Abruptly, another male waiter rushed to the scene, his voice filled with contrition as he addressed the agitated girl. "I apologize profusely for the inconvenience, ma'am. Please rest assured, you won't be charged for anything," he assured her.

Despite the interruption, the girl's gaze remained fixed on the initial waiter, who mirrored her intensity with his own steady stare.

The other waiter hastily ushered his colleague into an empty room, concern etched on his face. "Hisashi, what's going on?" he inquired urgently.

Hisashi Ogawa was the name of the student who confronted that girl first,

Hisashi Ogawa's frustration boiled over as he remarked, "She's deliberately provoking us. Her intent is simply to insult us.”

The other waiter nodded in understanding, "I understand, but we're here to work. We can't afford any drama here,"

Hisashi exhaled deeply, his tension easing slightly

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the situation. You just steer clear of them, alright?" The other waiter offered reassurance, prompting Hisashi to nod in agreement.

A voice rang out, calling "Subaru!" Hisashi's colleague, named Subaru, responded quickly. "Alright, I need to go. Just make sure to keep your distance from them," he instructed Hisashi before leaving the room.

Later that night, Hisashi and Subaru found themselves walking down the road, each holding a beverage as they strolled in companionable silence.

"Hisashi, you're considering joining Ryugari-Sha, aren't you?" Subaru asked excitedly.

Hisashi glanced at him and shook his head. "No, definitely not," he replied.

Subaru's expression turned to one of frustration. "Oh, come on, Hisashi. Ryugari-Sha is the top dojo right now. They've been sweeping every trophy for the past five years," he argued persuasively

"Yeah, that's impressive," Hisashi conceded.

Subaru pressed on, sensing Hisashi's underlying sentiments. "Hisashi, I know Ryouma Matsumoto is your idol, and you've always dreamed of training under him. You tried to join his dojo, but unfortunately, you didn't pass the test. And now, with Ryu No Ikari shutting down, it's like your dream is slipping away," Subaru observed sympathetically.

As Hisashi remained silent and continued walking, Subaru persisted. "Hisashi, both of us share the dream of winning the All Might Tournament and being trained by the best. We aimed for Ryouma Matsumoto's dojo, but it didn't work out. Now, with Taigu Kosuke as the reigning champion, why are we giving up?" He implored Hisashi, urging him to reconsider their aspirations.

"I didn't dream of being trained by just any Meijin or Taigu," Hisashi clarified, his voice tinged with longing. "My dream was to train under Meijin Ryouma Matsumoto in his dojo, Ryu No Ikari."

Subaru nodded in understanding. "I understand, but he's gone now, and his dojo with him. Are you willing to let go of your dream of winning the All Might Trophy?" he pressed, awaiting Hisashi's response.

Hisashi remained silent, his thoughts consumed by the weight of his unfulfilled dream.

Subaru let out a deep sigh, his disappointment lingering as he watched Hisashi walk away.

Entering his empty house, Hisashi dropped his bag onto the couch before making his way to the fridge. With a sense of solitude weighing on him, he searched for a snack, eventually settling on an apple. As he took a bite, the crisp sound of each chew echoed in the quietness of his home.

A sudden knock interrupted the quiet of Hisashi's home. Hastening to the door, he swung it open to find an elderly man standing on his doorstep whose expression etched with anger.

Caught off guard by the unexpected visitor, Hisashi's features shifted from calm to worried in an instant. He found himself at a loss for words,