One morning five years ago (1989), on a sidewalk.

"Hey???" Takeda looked at Fujiwara with a bewildered expression.

"......" Fujiwara sighed and looked at Takeda helplessly. You won't really forget, will you? ”

"I really forgot about ......," Takeda said in a panic.

"Why don't you buy it yet?" Fujiwara squint. "The shop is just across the road."

"Okay," Takeda nodded with a glance across the road. "You wait for me, I'll be back right away."

Fujiwara shook his head as he watched Takeda run from the green zebra crossing to the crosswalk. "Stupid ......"

From the time I first met him in elementary school six years ago, he looked so reckless, and now he has not been calm even a little. Obviously, today the violin club said that it would prepare a special staff book, and he still likes this club very much-the reason why Fujiwara knew that Takeda was going to use a staff book today was because he was also pulled into this club by this guy - this guy actually forgot about it......

It was then that Fujiwara came back to his senses with a faint exclamation—what appeared to be from someone who had just stopped.

Fujiwara looked at the man, but didn't understand what he was exclaiming.

"Bang!" A dull crash sounded.

“？” When Fujiwara turned his head in the direction from which the voice came, he saw someone familiar.

A sedan was passing through pedestrians coming and going on the zebra crossing at frantic speed, and Takeda was lying on the hood of the sedan.

“！！！” Fujiwara instantly felt like his brain went blank.

……

By the time he came to his senses, he was leaning against the wall outside the ICU — he had spoken to his teacher, then skipped the class and was with Takeda's parents in the hospital.

Just then, the doctor walked out of the ICU. "Excuse me, is the family of the 12-year-old patient Takeda here?"

"Doctor, my son, he ......" Takeda's mother was interrupted by the doctor before she could finish asking.

"The patient's condition was very bad – multiple fractures in both legs and throughout the body, severe damage to internal organs, and some damage to the skull." The doctor said solemnly. "So we are now issuing you a critical illness notice for this patient."

"......" Takeda's mother's body seemed to have lost its strength suddenly, and it was Takeda's father next to her who was quick to hold her.

"Doctor," Takeda's father asked. "That'...... Hope for the survival of the dog ......"

"0.1%," the doctor replied after a moment of silence. "There is no precedent for successful treatment in the world for this kind of extremely serious multi-organ damage, and the survival rate is about this probability, and it is likely to leave a physical disability."

Fujiwara lowered his head and pursed his lips, his nails digging deep into his skin.

……

In the bathroom, Fujiwara held a handful of water in his hand and pasted it on his face.

Anxiety, panic, irrepressible hesitation.

This was Fujiwara's first intimate encounter with the term "death" and the meaning it represents, and it was too early for a child.

Cold water leaked from his fingertips, and gradually, the cold water became warm, and a slight sobbing sound rang out.

"Your name is Fujiwara, right?" At this moment, a playful female voice came.

“！” Fujiwara's first instinct was to wipe the water stains off his face with his hands, and then look at the woman behind him through the glass in front of him.

The woman behind him was leaning against the tiles on the other side of the wall, dressed in black, wearing a large wide-brimmed cap and sunglasses, and was smiling at him.

"Who are you?" Fujiwara turned and leaned back against the sink to look at the woman.

"Your eyes are red from crying?" The woman did not answer, but continued to ask. "Looks like that kid named Takeda is important to you, right?"

"What do you want to say?" Fujiwara paused for a moment, and quickly turned his head to look at his appearance.

The red around the eyes can't hide the gaze of someone with a heart at all.

"How about making a deal with me?" The woman tilted her head and looked at Fujiwara with a smile.

"What deal?" Fujiwara asked, glancing at the exit from the restroom.

"Don't worry, I won't eat you again." The woman took off her sunglasses, and her kind eyes immediately stabilized Fujiwara's mind. Then, she took a few steps in the opposite direction of the exit, allowing Fujiwara to continue to relax. "Still, my chips are very tempting, so tempting that you can't refuse."

"What chips?" Fujiwara asked.

"Give your friend Takeda a better medical treatment," the woman smiled and held out a finger. "The medical equipment in the hospitals here is not as good as you think, and we are able to provide Takeda with better medical equipment."

"You mean really?" Fujiwara was surprised. "Can you provide better treatment for Takeda? So what are the chances that he will survive this serious injury? ”

"If you follow the little guy's injury—" The woman was halfway through her speech, when she suddenly noticed that there was something strange in Fujiwara's eyes. "Don't look at me like that, my energy is greater than you think, and naturally I know your friend's current physical condition. If he is only seriously damaged by the heart, kidneys, and liver, the success rate should be more than 99%, and the chance of full recovery is about 30% or more. ”

"Is it true?" Fujiwara's eyes widened. "How can you do that?"

"I said, do you understand?" The woman asked rhetorically.

"But I'd like to hear it," Fujiwara replied. "I'm at least responsible for my friend's safety."

"He's a child who values friendship," the woman smiled. "Okay, then I'll tell you about it, I don't know if you can understand."

"We have a very full set of artificial support equipment over there, so no matter what turns out in the end, we can at least save his life. In addition, we have a very close working relationship with the most experienced people in Japan in the field of organ transplantation. As long as you can promise me one thing, I will be able to arrange for your friend to be transferred to another hospital for better treatment. ”

"Me?" Fujiwara frowned. "What do you want me to promise?"

Fujiwara knew that he had value to be exploited - his father was a chaebol in the gem industry, so he was very wealthy. If he was going to use him as a breakthrough to target his father...

Depending on the situation, if it was just a sum of money, he might really help with this - it was a big deal to be fakely kidnapped once, and he didn't even need to withdraw money if he paid a little ransom of one or two hundred million, as long as he used some cash.

"You're in the first class A of the middle school in the Emperor Dan Kingdom, right? I just need you to keep an eye on two of your class for me. ”