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"Chika-chan, I need your help," Renz said, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture. "Please watch over the restaurant for me."
"Huh?!" Chika Fujiwara froze, bewildered. What kind of development was this?
"Tell any new customers who come in that the owner is busy and can't serve them for now. For the current customers, I'll make sure every dish is perfectly prepared," Renz stated deliberately. "I have something I need to do; I have to leave the restaurant for a bit."
"Aren't you going to prepare the marriage paperwork? There's no rush, right?" In Chika Fujiwara's understanding, getting documents ready could wait until after the restaurant closed.
"All those documents are already in order. The 'paperwork' I was talking about is actually going to the district office right now to sign the registration," Renz said. As he spoke, he swiftly placed one ramen bowl after another on the tables. "I added extra chashu for you. Thank you so much! I'll be back soon." Renz placed Chika Fujiwara's ramen in front of her.
The sheer volume of information once again stunned Chika Fujiwara. She'd thought this was just an engagement, a beginning, but she never expected things to move so fast that the marriage registration would happen tonight. From tonight onwards... Renz-kun would be a married man? If things progressed quickly, he might even have a child in two years. Then... a high school senior with a baby, that's too real!
Lost in thought, she slurped some noodles and then tasted the broth. Chika Fujiwara's eyes widened instantly. This is too delicious! With ramen skills like this, Renz-kun's wife was truly fortunate! To be able to eat such deliciousness every day!
But... she suddenly realized. I've become a tool! Chika Fujiwara suddenly understood that Renz hadn't even asked for her consent; he had simply left the restaurant. Now, she had no choice but to help him manage things. Thinking this, Chika Fujiwara made a decision: she would come to Renz-kun's ramen shop every day from now on. Ideally, she'd get to eat for free!
Renz first rushed back to his apartment, retrieving his passport and ID. Most importantly, he needed a guardian's consent form. Conveniently, he had one. However, this particular consent form wasn't originally for marriage. It was from his club days, when he'd signed professional contracts; obtaining a guardian's consent was mandatory.
Renz came from a single-parent household, and a very standard one at that. His father had remarried and, aside from providing living expenses, didn't pay much attention to his life. His mother, working out of town, also sent a fixed amount of living expenses each month and then left him to his own devices. He'd been raised by his grandfather from a young age. It was precisely his grandfather's lenient management style that allowed Renz to spend a lot of time playing games, wandering the high-rank ladders for many years. However, his academic performance didn't suffer; he maintained an above-average standing in his class. When a club approached him, Renz decided to give it a try.
On one hand, achieving something in a game he loved made Renz happy. On the other, Renz knew gaming wasn't a long-term career, so he signed a contract that allowed him to both study and play professionally. His father, to avoid trouble, had prepared several guardian consent forms. The content was identical. Each one had a signature at the bottom. Renz simply needed to fill in the preceding details, and a marriage consent form was complete.
He used to think his dad was unreliable, churning out multiple consent forms without asking any questions, just to save trouble. Now, he realized it was an act of trust, trusting him to act responsibly. Renz wasn't reckless, and with this kind of guardian consent form, it was a godsend.
Beside him, Mashiro Shiina tilted her head, pondering. Renz had returned, then left again. What was he off to do?
At a street corner, Erina seemed to have been waiting for quite a while by a lamplit bus stop.
"I really don't understand you. Why the sudden rush to get married?" Erina still sounded a bit resentful. Renz's actions had completely disrupted her plans.
Her original plan: within one year, Renz would gain fame in the culinary world. Within two years, his skills would be honed, allowing him to participate in various cooking competitions, bringing her dozens of championships a year and earning her grandfather's approval. Within three years, with her grandfather's approval and the blessings of others, they would hold a grand and romantic wedding, naturally accepting everyone's blessings before becoming true spouses.
In chronological order, they would then have their children: Rina, Haruki, Mirai, and Shinichi. This would make up for her past regrets.
However, it didn't really matter. Just registering first wouldn't hinder these plans. The only trouble would be if her grandfather, Senzaemon Nakiri, discovered what she'd done. Then, no matter how she thought about it, she was doomed. Eloping would be their only option.
"There's a reason I have to do this," Renz replied. "But, speaking of which, do Japanese district offices still operate at night?"
"There are night sections," Erina said calmly. "For public figures like me, registering during the day would certainly cause a huge stir."
"The night sections exist precisely to protect special individuals who can't easily reveal their marriage news."
"Especially idols who want to hide their marriage."
"If news of these idols' secret marriages leaks, they face the immediate collapse of their careers. Those who survive are usually individuals with exceptional talent."
"Don't worry, the people working at the district office will keep it a secret. This kind of thing is part of their professional ethics."
Only then did Renz notice that Erina was wearing a hooded dress, the hood perfectly concealing her face to avoid being recognized.
"Once you win the World Championship, I can officially announce our marriage," Erina said, taking a deep breath.
If she announced it now, the resistance would be too great. Not only would the Nakiri family oppose it, but others in the culinary world would also voice their disapproval. Erina didn't want to hear any of it. She didn't want to hear people criticize her judgment, nor did she want Renz to endure unnecessary "slander."
"The World Championship? For me, isn't that just a matter of having hands?" Renz scoffed. "If I put in some effort this year, winning the championship won't be difficult."
Erina rolled her eyes.
"Don't even think about it. The slots for the World Championship are fixed every year. You don't even meet the qualification requirements yet."
"This year, you should focus on honing your knife skills."
"We've arrived at the district office."
"Do you have everything ready?"
The two walked towards a special counter. The person registering them seemed to be an older man, well accustomed to celebrities getting secretly married. He squinted and asked, "Are you two here to register?"
"Madam, your documents please, and if you wouldn't mind taking off your hood."
"Wait a moment!?"
"Seventeen?!"
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What do you think the registrar's reaction will be to Erina's age, and what new challenge will this present for Renz and Erina?
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