Chapter 60 Streamer and Endo and Takayanagi

Streamer and Endo and Takayanagi

Streamer’s PoV

The day after I called an ambulance for an elderly man, I received a call from a woman claiming to be his family member. Just in case, I reported it to the police, who seemed to be acting as intermediaries.

I’m Gourmet Uncle, a foodie streamer, and my channel has a community-based style. Apparently, even police officers watch my videos sometimes. After everything was resolved that day, I ended up chatting with one of them.

“Oh, thanks for the other day? No, no, I didn’t do much. I was just filming for my hobby when Grandpa suddenly collapsed. While I panicked, a student couple came to help. All I did was call an ambulance… What? The fire department wants to give me an award? No, no, the students and the nurse deserve it… What? The students left without saying anything?”

Honestly, I didn’t do enough to be called a hero. It would feel like stealing credit from them.

“Yes, I have a video from that day. It’s a bit blurry because I was running in a hurry, but their faces are visible. Still, you can’t post minors’ faces online, right?”

The woman on the phone suggested posting it on SNS to find the students, but my conscience said otherwise. Maybe they didn’t want attention…

“Sorry about that. If you want to add a mosaic and post it, you should probably consult the police.”

Honestly, I thought they deserved recognition for their bravery.

All credit goes to their quick actions in that moment.

Still, the boy’s face looked oddly familiar.

Where had I seen him before? I couldn’t remember.

In any case, I decided to hand over the video to the police. I’d already shared a video of a fight from another day with them. Hopefully, this footage would be useful too.

“Oh, right. It’s September now, and Kitchen Aono’s fried oysters are back on the menu. Their tartar sauce is amazing. Maybe I’ll grab lunch there today.”

Endo’s PoV

I had a dream. It was an old memory of me and Eri.

We were in kindergarten, laughing and having fun.

“When I grow up, I’ll be Endo’s wife,” she said.

That promise was never fulfilled. Now, seeing my beloved childhood friend, all I felt was hatred.

I woke up, haunted by her innocent smile.

“That was the worst dream I’ve ever had.”

The past, which should have been precious, had been stolen from me. All I had left was anger toward the man who took her, toward his accomplices, and even toward Eri…

It was only five in the morning.

Yesterday was eventful—I’d declared war on Kondo. But it was a necessary move.

Judging by his behavior, he’s aggressive on offense but weak on defense. His pride makes him easy to provoke; he loses his temper and acts rashly.

That’s what makes him so easy to manipulate.

I’d already started sowing discord between him and the soccer club.

Soon, someone from the team would betray him.

But my revenge wouldn’t end with Kondo’s downfall—I wanted to drag him to hell.

That’s why I contacted Amada. At the very least, I hoped it would shatter their trust and spark her guilt. Of course, I didn’t trust cheating women.

“If I can isolate Kondo from the soccer club and Amada Miyuki, it’ll create contradictions in the school’s investigation and silence them.”

Yesterday’s declaration of war was a big risk, but the potential payoff was worth it. Kondo, humiliated by the soccer team, would likely seek solace in his women.

He might call Amada, who had seen the photo, leading to a fight between them.

If that happened, it would be to my advantage. Perhaps he’d even contact Eri, fueling Amada’s hatred further.

Eventually, Eri and Amada might confront each other, leaving Kondo with nowhere to turn.

He’d be abandoned by the soccer club, rejected by the women, and forced to rely on “someone.” Someone else orchestrating this chaos.

Takayanagi’s PoV

Sitting in my room, I made notes in my notebook, deep in thought.

Even on my day off, Aono’s case occupied my mind.

To restore his honor, the truth needed to come out soon. I’d gathered evidence, but I needed something conclusive.

“Something about this case doesn’t sit right.”

Specifically, Kondo.

He was known for his flings and his interest in women who were already taken. But in today’s world of free love, he couldn’t be punished unless he was married.

That’s why the school was struggling to take action…

But why had he specifically targeted Aono for direct bullying? Kondo, the coward, had never crossed that line before.

It didn’t add up.

As wild as it sounded, I began to form a hypothesis.

“Could there be someone behind the scenes, pushing Kondo into this? Damn, I can’t think clearly.”

Maybe it was hunger making me irritable.

I decided to eat out. I remembered a ramen shop introduced by Uncle Gourmet near the train station. A change of pace might help.

I opened Uncle Gourmet’s channel to find the video with the shop’s name.

[Hello, today I’m live streaming again. While walking around the city and shooting for my next project, I was surprised to witness a Grandpa suddenly collapse in front of me. I was unsure of what to do, but a student couple nearby quickly began life-saving measures. It was incredible to witness. All I could do was call for an ambulance to help. Their quick thinking and actions were truly remarkable, weren’t they? Recently, I’ve noticed that many unexpected events occur while I walk around town. Last week, during a collaborative video shoot, I encountered a fight. It seemed related to a romantic relationship, and a boy was being beaten up. I tried to approach him, but he ran away. Someone called the police, but none of the other parties involved were there by the time they arrived.]