Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

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Not sure how much time had passed, Shuichi Chiba tossed the two small white stockings aside, then, satisfied, got up and went to the bathroom, leaving behind only one sentence.

"Clean the floor, and next time, don't laugh so loudly. It really ruins the atmosphere."

She mumbled indistinctly, "But... the soles of my feet are so itchy... it was really hard to bear..."

However, the young master's orders weren't finished. The little maid reluctantly propped herself up, found the rag she had tossed somewhere earlier, and, her limbs trembling with weakness, wiped the messy floor clean.

She hesitated for a moment before changing back into her uniform.

It seemed that Tsuki Akiyama had regained some of her energy. She coldly remarked from the side:

"You're really a pervert, so interested in the blue-and-white stripes panty on a girl, and scratching a girl's soles in that way."

"It's time to eat." Shuichi Chiba, not in the mood to play along with this verbally straight-laced person, walked past her without a second glance.

"..."

Tsuki Akiyama bit her lip in displeasure, quickly packed up the maid outfit, white stockings, and blue-and-white stripes, stuffing them into her bag, planning to secretly come back later to wash them off.

She caught up to Shuichi Chiba and followed him downstairs. "The perverted young master is definitely dying to look back now, right?"

"Not interested." Shuichi Chiba said coldly.

Although today's replenishment had given him more energy than yesterday, after nearly three hours of intense exertion, he was now completely calm and composed.

Even if Tsuki Akiyama suddenly had all her clothes disappear right now, he would only care about what kind of magic could make clothes vanish in an instant.

"Despicable young master, you're definitely going to use my sister as a threat in the future, continuing to do this kind of thing to me and making a mess of me, right?"

Tsuki Akiyama bitterly expressed her desires, her face filled with indignation.

Shuichi Chiba stopped, turned around, and glanced at her. "Rather than that, I'd prefer to do it in front of the class president next time."

"Ugh..." Tsuki Akiyama's legs immediately went weak, and she collapsed on the spot, breathing heavily, her hand weakly clutching the railing. "No, this absolutely can't happen. I won't accept it. I'd rather die..."

"Don't want it? That just makes me want it more. The president is so worked up, looks like you're really looking forward to it. How perverted," Shuichi Chiba said, giving her a look as though she were a simple creature.

"Ugh... It's not going to work again..." Tsuki Akiyama couldn't stand up from her weak legs.

Dinner was uneventful. Shuichi Chiba was fully satisfied, his mind entirely focused on the sumptuous meal, eating with great dedication.

Tsuki Akiyama sat alone, replaying the events from earlier in her mind.

On a Wednesday morning, in an old, small shop in Adachi Ward, Tokyo, an elderly woman in her sixties carefully locked the shop door and hung the closed sign for the day.

After double-checking that the door was secure and the sign was in place, she slowly left along the street.

"I wonder how Tamako is doing. The security around Adachi Ward really isn't great. It's probably for the best that she moved with her two daughters... sigh..."

She sighed and muttered to herself, then boarded the train.

To avoid the rush hour, she had left early so she wouldn't have to worry about the crowded crowds—something quite dangerous for elderly people.

As for taking a taxi, the fares in Tokyo were just too high for her to accept.

Since getting older, she had gone out less and less, spending most of her time in the shop serving regular customers.

But this time, with Tamako Akiyama opening her new shop after moving, as the mentor who taught her the art of making ramen, Granny Mutsuki was still somewhat worried and wanted to see for herself.

Between Adachi Ward and Taito Ward, there's Arakawa Ward, and although she left early, by the time Granny Mutsuki arrived at the Chisake shopping street, it was already dawn and beginning to bustle.

She staggered along the street and soon found Tamako Akiyama's ramen shop.

The shop had an old sign hanging outside, one that she was very familiar with, simply displaying the words "Akiyama Ramen Shop."

It was breakfast time, and Shuichi Chiba's hand was still rubbing Tsuki Akiyama's thigh when suddenly a figure appeared at the door, giving him quite a shock.

Turning his head, he saw a hunched old woman, someone he hadn't seen in the shopping street before.

"Granny Mutsuki?!"

Tsuki Akiyama immediately recognized her and hurriedly pushed Shuichi Chiba's hand out from under her skirt to prevent her elder from seeing it. That would completely ruin the image of a well-behaved child.

Her younger sister was one thing, but an elderly woman of that age would likely be frightened.

"An acquaintance?" Shuichi Chiba asked, curious.

"Yes, she used to take good care of our family. Mom learned how to make ramen from Granny, but Granny Mutsuki was very strict. When Mom was learning the craft, she would often be scolded to the point of tears." Tsuki Akiyama briefly explained, quickly getting up to greet her.

Shuichi Chiba watched the scene with interest. Finally, he got to see the class president's serious side; it was a bit of a novelty.

Despite her reputation for being strict, Granny Mutsuki appeared very kind when she faced Tsuki Akiyama, smiling warmly as she reached out to pat her head.

"Good girl, you're getting better and better. How's your mother?"

Granny Mutsuki looked at Tsuki Akiyama with a sense of satisfaction. This child was not only a good learner and quick to act, but also very sensible and smart—she wouldn't easily be deceived.

Rather than saying the Akiyama family was supported by Tamako, it was more accurate to say it was this child who was holding things together.

"She's by the stove..." Tsuki Akiyama turned around and pointed, but then realized the figure had disappeared.

Shuichi Chiba stood up, bracing himself on the bar counter, and peered into the kitchen. After searching for a while, he finally spotted Mrs. Akiyama, curled up in the corner, hugging her head and trembling.

"..."

It seemed that Granny Mutsuki really was as strict as rumored. What kind of psychological trauma must Mrs. Akiyama has to react like this?

"Still so useless. As a mother of two, how can you act like this?"

Granny Mutsuki, with Tsuki Akiyama's help, blocked the kitchen exit and began scolding Mrs. Akiyama, who was crouched down, clutching her head like an ostrich.

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