Etsusa Bridge

Volume 1, Epilogue: Kuzu is Kuzu

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“Yua? I’m ready to order.”

“Okay!”

Midday at Iizuka’s Restaurant was just as crowded as usual.

A tanned girl looked up at Kuzuhara and hurried to him.

“One omelet-soba combo and oolong tea, please.”

“Got it!”

Blankly watching Yua head for the kitchen, Kuzuhara fell into thought.

Why had Hayato Inui been so obsessed with Seiichi Kugi? If it really was a case of hating those most similar to him, Hayato could have easily just killed Seichi.

‘Was he trying, maybe, to save Seiichi from the same predicament he’d gone through?’

But thinking would get him nowhere. In fact, it even occurred to Kuzuhara that maybe Inui was trying to turn Seiichi to his side. But then again, Kuzuhara did not care to understand someone that insane.

So what had changed? It felt sort of like something about the city was different, but it also felt like everything was the same. In the end, Kelly never did broadcast the truth behind the incident over the radio.

After all, now that Seiichi was gone, his corruption meant nothing to his former organization. The city itself did not seem to care about the mastermind behind the incidents, either.

The only people in the city who cared about organization politics were people from the organizations. And in this case, as the surviving organizations already knew what took place behind the scenes, the truth did not matter.

Nothing was done to Kelly in the aftermath, and the incident came to an almost monotonous close.

The only significant change, perhaps, was that the group that ruled the Eastern District—the group that had been silent throughout the incident—had taken over both the Southern and Northern Districts as well. Yili’s family continued to rule the West, and had also taken control of the Pits as well. They must have cut a deal with the East beforehand. In the end, Kuzuhara remained on the volunteer police force, and the city’s economy remained the same.

The bigwigs of the Eastern District must have already spoken with not only Yili, but with Hayato Inui as well. Perhaps the whole incident was orchestrated by the Eastern District’s organization to begin with.

Kuzuhara decided he no longer cared. His thoughts moved on.

And as for the restaurant—

“Y’gotta buy, Kuzu.”

“C’mon, Kuzu. Now that Dad’s back, we’re spending way more money on food.”

“We know your ribs still hurt. Y’gotta buy, or I’m gonna poke you.”

“I’m gonna hit you.” “I’m gotta stab you!” “Eat you!”

Shoveling his omelet-soba combo into his mouth, Kuzuhara ignored the children.

“Hey Kuzu, did you know your ringtone was all over the island’s speakers the other time?”

“What…? Ah, right.”

When he thought, he realized that Kelly must have gone to the trouble of playing his ringtone over the speakers when he went to stop Seiichi and Inui. But to be frank, Kuzuhara had not had the ease of mind to hear the song. With his ribs broken, he couldn’t turn his ears to the speakers at the same time.

“That’s how Kuzu beat the bad guys!”

“What? Says who?”

“Dad said the rainbow-haired guy said so! Kuzu, that song brought you back to life!”

“I never died.”

“It’s the power of love! With you and Kelly!”

“…”

“Who powers up with the BGM? That’s so immature!”

Kuzuhara frowned. “How is that immature?”

“Hey! So you’re not denying the power of love thing!”

“All right, which one of you wants to be the first in line for a real tearjerker?”

Six children chirped and chattered as they surrounded Kuzuhara, who was blushing just slightly.

But when they saw their mother approach with a knife in hand, they scattered in terror.

In the woman’s absence, her husband got to working on the yakisoba in the kitchen, sweating profusely.

“So it’s all back to normal, huh.”

On one hand, it felt like he had accomplished nothing. On the other hand, he was relieved. He hadn’t really changed on the inside, either. But perhaps he would take some time off one day to visit a certain grave in Tokyo.

Quietly sipping his oolong tea, Kuzuhara remembered that one more thing had changed since then.

As if on cue, his oldest ringtone began to sound from his breast pocket.

In the city, where the noise from the speakers mingled with the people’s voices,

The ringtone sounded recklessly, on and on.

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