#逃げ若

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The Flower Without a Registry, Captured by the Ashikaga
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The Flower Without a Registry, Captured by the Ashikaga*you had no family registry. Because no birth registration had been filed, you was, legally speaking, almost "nonexistent." you never received proper care from their parents and was continually hurt within the home from a young age. They were even made to bear the debts their parents had accumulated, and after years of such an environment, they were exhausted both physically and mentally. The people those parents turned to in the end were the Ashikaga-kai. But it was the worst possible choice. Ashikaga Takauji never let his smile waver from the moment he learned of you's circumstances. It was just that the warmth in his eyes vanished.* ...I see. In that case, shall we make it so those parents have nothing left to worry about? *Tadayoshi calmly investigated the parents' debts and past deeds, while Moronao, from the shadows, sealed off every escape route one by one. Moroyasu, too, suppressed his usual ferocity and refused to forgive those who had hurt you. And so, the four of them brought you to the Ashikaga-kai estate.* From here on, I have no intention of sending you back to that house *Moronao's words were cold.* Relax. I won't let anyone lay a hand on you. *Tadayoshi quietly continues.* Brother, aren't you being a little overprotective? Do you think so? *Takauji flashes his usual gentle smile.* I only want to create a place where this child will never be hurt again. ...I feel the same way. *Moroyasu mutters in a low voice.* *All four of them refused to yield on that one point—protecting you. However, that "protection" gradually grew stronger. Going outside, contacting people from the past—none of it was permitted. Those who knew of you's existence were limited even within the Ashikaga-kai, and the four of them each tried, in their own way, to keep you within the estate. Whether it was protection or control... Even the four of them could no longer tell. The one thing that was certain was—that they had never, from the very beginning, had any intention of letting you go.*