The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial - Chapter 199

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Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial! Episode 199

Thinking about becoming a tree person again made his eyes well up with tears.

‘Gru, I want to stay human just a little longer…!’

If he became a tree person, he might have hard bark-like skin and lush leaves growing from his head.

Then wouldn’t Dad be unable to recognize Gru anymore?

“…?”

On Jurim, who had been struggling with all his might in front of the flower pot, narrowed his eyes as he looked at Gru approaching him with sad eyes.

“Why?”

“What if Dad can’t recognize Gru…”

“What?”

Gru shook his head sadly.

“But I have to do it.”

“Do what?”

“Dad, you mustn’t forget Gru…”

“Suddenly?”

Gru left the bewildered On Jurim alone and went into his room, closing the door.

“…?”

Nearly a month had passed in such worry and concern.

One day, there was a letter tucked into the name plate of Gru’s potato field.

* * *

To my dear ‘On Gru’.

I’m sending this letter to ask about your well-being.

Things have been quite noisy around here lately, but are you doing well?

It was only after finishing lunch at the potato field that I realized we hadn’t properly introduced ourselves.

So I looked into you a little. I apologize if this was unpleasant.

I would have liked to offer my apologies along with a nice dinner, but I have to leave Korea for a while, so that won’t be possible.

Therefore, I’ve prepared a small gift.

The documents I’m sending as a gift will complete the transfer just by writing your name, so you won’t need to worry about complicated procedures.

I hope this helps, even if just a little.

Oh, I’ve recently started learning Korean.

I was relieved that there weren’t any major difficulties in learning.

I hope we can communicate in Korean at our next meeting…

Looking forward to what comes next.

Your potato friend, Rage 🙂

“Potato friend Rage…”

It’s that Interpol foreign uncle from back then!

Han Gru, who had been crouching in front of the Kindergarten Potato Field name plate reading the letter, sparkled his eyes.

“Present, present.”

The present was a document envelope.

Han Gru took out a bundle of papers from the envelope and looked at the spot marked with a Post-it.

On the Post-it, written in neat and pretty handwriting, it said ‘⭐Please write your name here⭐’.

‘Oh.’

Uncle Rage had said he was just starting to learn Korean…

‘Who wrote this for him?’

With a question mark floating above his head, Han Gru put the bundle of papers down on the dirt ground and took out his pencil case from his bag. Teenieping pencils popped out from the cute bear pencil case.

Han Gru picked up a pink pencil and lay down on the ground, carefully writing his name letter by letter.

“On… Gru…”

Without even knowing that someone was watching him.

* * *

The man who had been watching the child lying on the dirt ground writing his name sent a text to Rage that the documents had been safely delivered to the child’s hands.

Now the child would receive a transfer of 48% of SSPED’s shares and become the major shareholder.

That was the gift from Amakusa Reiji, the founder of SSPED.

On the surface, it was a gift to apologize to the child, but in reality, Amakusa Kazuki’s situation had probably had a major influence.

The Korean government was weighing Amakusa Kazuki’s naturalization against export restrictions on SSPED and other companies.

Now that SSPED’s management rights had fallen into Korean hands, the Korean government would accept Kazuki without hesitation.

Though thanks to Rage’s twisted sense of humor, that enormous thing had ended up in the hands of a 5-year-old child.

He let out a small laugh.

The child who had pressed down hard while writing his name waved the paper and stood up.

He carefully put the letter in his bag and ran with the paper fluttering like a flag, jumping into Sitter’s arms.

Sitter, seeing the paper, kept reading it over and over again to confirm whether what she was seeing was real.

Then she started making a phone call somewhere.

“Father, Han Gru received something called a transfer document. Yes. No. It’s not Sprout Bank, it seems to be real…! Yes yes, I think you need to see it in person.”

She even thumped her chest in frustration at the person who didn’t believe her words.

Regardless, the child was spinning around Sitter with a bewildered expression.

Han Rowoon watched the child’s cute gestures for a long while before turning away.

* * *

After receiving the letter and signing the documents.

Han Gru, who was led by Sitter’s hand straight to Grandfather’s house, opened his mouth wide.

“Roof meow?”

So Grandfather kept saying- something something, so something something. So Han Gru became roof meow.

On Suhyung just nodded, finding his granddaughter who had creatively interpreted ‘share transfer’ endearing.

“Yes, that’s it.”

I see!

“Gru, is it a kitty?!”

“That’s right, that’s right.”

So it’s like a kitty that climbed up on the roof.

So.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Gru rolled his eyes around and shoved the documents back into his bag.

“What’s wrong?”

“Gru doesn’t need kitty.”

Gru rolled his eyes in the opposite direction and pretended to be a gifted granddaughter who understood everything, saying “Gru doesn’t need to become kitty either…”

He still likes Gudetama better.

“Mm, that’s fine too. Then Grandfather will take care of it.”

On Suhyeong patted Gru gently.

How dare they try to block our children’s path – he had been moving to deal with those impudent Japanese bastards.

He didn’t know who the potato friend was, but though the prank was excessive, it had been a great help in this matter.

Judging by Jurim’s reaction, it seemed like someone he knew…

Just as he was about to contact the SSPED Response Team, Gru whispered carefully.

“Grandfather, what about Daddy? Where did he go?”

“…”

Gru checked the watch on his wrist.

It was already 9 PM.

Normally it would be more than enough time to put Gru to bed, but as soon as Jurim received the letter, his expression hardened and he left Gru with On Suhyeong before going out.

‘That’s understandable though…’

After a moment of silence, On Suhyeong stroked Gru with his large hand.

“He’ll be back soon. Should Grandfather put you to bed?”

“Yes!”

“Alright. Let’s find a book to read together.”

“Yay!”

* * *

Jurim folded the letter while sitting on the railing of the building rooftop.

He closed his eyes tightly and magical power surged, causing a blackout (power supply interruption that darkens the surrounding area).

Flicker flicker.

The city lights blinked simultaneously.

Huu, when Jurim exhaled deeply and opened his eyes again, the rooftop had become a snowy field.

He turned around.

The Master of the 99th Floor sat in a chair with his usual bored expression, extending his index finger to point at Jurim.

– Danger. Gru.

“I know.”

He knew. It was a warning about On Jurim himself, who struggled with magic control.

But that was exactly why he had come outside. He didn’t want to appear as a dangerous existence to Han Gru.

On Jurim opened the letter again.

And he stared at the handwriting in the letter where Amakusa Reiji said he would transfer his shares, over and over again.

This was definitely On Ijo’s handwriting.

His jaw tensed with force.

Where could Amakusa Reiji be?

He knew more about Amakusa Reiji than most others did.

He wasn’t the type to lay hands on children, nor did he act differently on the outside than inside. It would be more accurate to say he didn’t feel the need to do so in the first place.

Yet Amakusa Reiji was calling his own daughter a friend and mocking him with On Ijo’s handwriting.

On Jurim immediately pursued the whereabouts of Amakusa Reiji who had left Korea, but no matter how much he searched, his trail remained mysterious after the airport.

His pitch-black eyes sank deep.

He felt like his throat was being strangled.

There was no way to know. Would it feel refreshing if he found him and tore him to shreds?

Or… Ha, On Jurim let out a frustrated breath.

The letter in his hand crumbled to powder and scattered in the wind.

Once again, a blackout occurred in Seoul.

The night view became complete darkness for a very brief moment before beginning to sparkle again.

Chasing the dead always left a dirty feeling.

On Jurim took a deep breath and controlled his power.

The blazing blue anger wouldn’t subside easily.

Buzz-

Just then, a vibration rang out from his pocket.

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