October 8, 2030

  Gamamusa strolled through the city of Hiroshima. He came out of the suburbs just outside Hiroshima, strolled through the neighborhood, and then stopped at a country house. He approached the main gate of the house and knocked on the door. An old lady heard him knocking on the door and opened the door. "Who is that?'' the old lady asked in a hushed voice. She was new to Gamamusa, and she didn't know anything about him. Gamamusa showed her a document. "...Mrs. Hinata? You're right? I am the official in charge from the tax office. I came to urge you because you delayed your tax payment." Gamamusa spoke in fluent Japanese.

  Mrs. Hinata read the papers for a long time, then stared at him. "… My husband has inherited this house since his death, what do you mean by another inheritance tax? What kind of sudden intrusion is this?" Mrs. Hinata asked him in disbelief. "… You know, this year the government changed the tax code, and the scope of the inheritance tax has changed. If you don't pay it, your house will be auctioned off and sold..." Gamamusa committed a fraud with a smile on he's face. In fact, the document was manipulated by Gamamusa, it contained good old Hinata's personal information because Gamamusa hacked the tax portal site. Mrs. Hinata was astonished to see the amount of tax on the document.

  "… This is way beyond my budget. Could you pass me a little bit? This is a place full of memories with my old man..." Gamamusa shrugged. "I'm a regular government employee, so I don't have much power to begin with, Mrs. Hinata. If you want it, I can introduce you to a good silver town around the suburbs. You don't have to worry about money because the government pays money for the elderly." She collapsed in shock. Gamamusa helped her up, with a grim expression. "…Oh, Mrs. Hinata… Don't worry. If you hand it over to the property now, you won't get a foreclosure tag. You don't have to worry about sleeping on the streets."

  The old lady sat down quietly with a gloomy look on her face. "-Oh, my 70 years of service to my country, and this is the thanks I get. If only I knew..I should have just returned to my homeland..." Gamamusa supported the old lady and moved into her house together. The house was quite spacious. In the living room was a picture of the old lady and her husband's wedding as young couples. Gamamusa brought warm water for the old lady. He then patted the old lady on the head. "Don't worry, old lady. You don't have to worry about the house being auctioned off if you pay back the taxes. By the way, the working group will be coming by tomorrow to put up a red tag, would you like to take a rest at the nearby elderly shelter?"

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  The old lady nodded and packed a few things. Feeling lonely, she had socialized with other senior citizens at a senior shelter in recent years, where she could stay. Only this time, the situation was different, as she was fleeing from vendors trying to seize her home. Gamamusa helped her to a town bus, and waved her as she boarded the bus. "…Sorry, teacher, but I'll have to borrow your house for a while if I'm going to work here. Besides… it was also my father's house, wasn't it?"

  ...

  The homeroom teacher reappeared in the observation class with puffy eyes. She wiped her tears with a handkerchief, perhaps ashamed to come back from crying a lot in the bathroom, and then facing the classroom again. "Uh, it's already time to go home..my class got very late today. Should I wrap it up? Parents turned away to leave, and the children looked at Kwon Jeong-pil with an infuriating eye. The girls in particular, looked at Kwon Jeong-pil with fury for making their favorite teacher cry. Go Ah-young turned her head and looked away, being embarrassed for Kwon. Just then, Gamagogi approached the homeroom teacher and comforted her.

  "…Hinata, stop crying. They are watching you." Mrs. Hinata wept and hugged Mr. Gamgogi. Kwon caught a suspicious atmosphere flowing between the two. In fact, they were in their mid-40s, and Mrs. Hinata was single after her husband passed away in her 20s. Go Ah-young looked at them with loving eyes. "… I envy them. Our teacher must have a happy life meeting a tactful gentleman with an actual common sense. Unlike someone else." Kwon got up from his seat ignoring Go Ah-young. He had always despised Mr.s Hinata for being a crybaby and not answering he's questions, which was out of sync with a curious and emotionless science boy. To him, Mr.s Hinata was an idiot like the other kids. He would hate it if she married Mr. Gamagogi.

  While Kwon Jeong-pil was going to the bathroom and washing his hands, he noticed Mr. Gamagogi reflecting on the sink mirror and looked back. "You're over here. I went to find you all over the place." Kwon turned to him and awaited the words coming out of he's mouth. Gamagui pinched on Kwon's cheeks. "…Hey, you just made the teacher cry. You can't just ruin the class for her, okay? Go ahead and apologize." Kwon was a little offended by Mr. Gamagogi's comment. "She never told me what I wanted to know. If I were to become a teacher, I would let thr children ask as mush as they like and show them the answer." Gamagogi sighed and bent his leg to meet he's eyes. ".. Don't say that like you don't care. There are curious people like you in this world, and there are people who have no interest in things. But no one is allowed to go around making trouble, okay?" Kwon Jeong-pil was convinced by the logical explanation of Gamagogi. He finally agreed to apologize with a nod of his head. Mr. Gamagui patted Kwon on the head. "Good boy."