It had been ten years since Michikatsu had seen Yoriichi, ten years since Yoriichi had run away from home... Ten years since he had harbored a hidden hatred for Yoriichi... He had never seen him again during those years. Michikatsu tried to trick his mind into occupying it with things other than his twin brother.

Michikatsu laughed softly as he watched Katsuyori point to a tree, where a bird had landed and the boy wanted to catch the bird. Michikatsu knelt on one leg on the grass and stroked the boy's hair; he was an innocent child, no more than two years old.

He stood up, picked Katsuyori up and took him to the tree where the bird was. The boy's eyes shone with happiness, like those of a simple happy child.

While this was happening, you just watched, with a joyful smile and maternal love, admiring how your husband took care of your son.