Writing Love Letters in the Enemy’s Toilet - A Vow of Eternal Love, Even After Rebirth (Transmigration) - Chapter 23

When Kuno’s consciousness returned, the first thing he saw before him was Keifuku’s face.
Keifuku leaned forward slightly and asked, “How are you feeling?”

Kuno rubbed his temples. “I have a bit of a headache…” he murmured, then slowly sat up.

He looked around the room. Haruka wasn’t there. “Where’s Mitsutomo?” he asked. Keifuku replied gently, “She’s resting in the next room until the hypnosis wears off.”

“What time is it?” Kuno asked.
“It’s 2:18,” Keifuku said, and then leaned closer.
“So, were you able to recall the Trinity’s hiding place?”

At that very moment, a sudden image flashed across Kuno’s mind— Mitsutomo lying on a couch, undergoing hypnosis in this very room. “What… was that?” he thought, startled.

He wanted to know if what he had just seen was real. “Has Mitsutomo’s father ever been here before?” Kuno asked carefully. Keifuku tilted his head. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know… I just had that feeling,” Kuno answered vaguely. Keifuku smiled faintly. “Well, Mitsutomo knows of this place—the Jeffersonian. So perhaps he visited a few times in the past.”

But in Kuno’s vision, Mitsutomo had been hooked up to an IV drip. If that image was from before the accident, then why would he have been receiving an IV? That didn’t make sense.

Then another image came— Keifuku and Nagata sitting together in the Jeffersonian’s reception room. “Again… these visions… are they triggered by hypnosis? Is this some new ability?” Kuno thought uneasily.
“If these are memories… and they’re real…”

Another question surfaced in his mind: How long have Keifuku and Nagata known each other?

Before he could ask, Keifuku repeated, “So, were you able to locate the Trinity’s hiding place?”

Kuno shook his head slightly. “It happened more than four hundred years ago. The land must have changed a lot. We’ll have to visit the site to be sure.”

“Then let’s make arrangements at once,” Keifuku said briskly.

“Before that,” Kuno interrupted,
“I have a friend waiting outside. May I contact him?”

“Of course,” Keifuku replied smoothly.
“You’ve been here quite a while. Nagata must be worried. Please, go ahead and call him.”

Kuno froze. A sharp chill ran through him. How does he know it’s Nagata waiting outside?

“Why… do you know my friend is Nagata?” he asked quietly. Keifuku blinked once. “Ah… I believe Mitsutomo mentioned it when she called. She said you were on your way here in Nagata’s car.”

Kuno frowned. “I’m sure she only said we were driving here… not whose car it was.”

Keifuku forced a laugh. “Oh—perhaps I asked her while we were waiting earlier. It must have slipped out.”

Kuno narrowed his eyes. “Keifuku, do you know Nagata? How long have you two known each other?”

Keifuku stammered. “W-well, about Nagata… I—”

A calm voice interrupted from deeper in the room. “It’s useless to hide it any longer.”

Both Kuno and Keifuku turned. There stood Haruka—and behind her, Nagata.

Kuno jumped to his feet, stunned. “Nagata…?”

“Please, Kuno,” Nagata said, his tone gentle.
“Let’s not get excited. Let’s just talk.” But in his hand was a gun—pressed firmly against Haruka’s back.

Kuno froze. He couldn’t understand—why Nagata was here, or why he was doing something like this.
“Nagata… why…?” he managed to whisper.

“Why?” Nagata repeated. “I thought that once you awakened and regained your memories,
you’d recognize Keifuku right away.”

Kuno turned to Keifuku. “Keifuku? What is he talking about?”

Keifuku exhaled slowly. “Perhaps I should explain, Rikyu… or would you prefer I call you Hosen-sai?”

Kuno’s eyes widened. “That name… how do you know that name!?”

“Yes,” Keifuku began in a calm, steady tone, “It was about two years ago. I came to the Jeffersonian myself and underwent hypnosis. It was then I learned who I truly was— that in my past life, I was Hashiba… Hideyoshi.”

“Hideyoshi!?” Kuno shouted.

“That’s right,” Keifuku smiled faintly.
“The same Toyotomi Hideyoshi you learned about in history books. I was surprised too.

Back then, I belonged to the Illuminati. I held resentment toward the so-called ‘leaders’ who held high ranks despite lacking real power. I often thought—if only Lord Nobunaga were still here. So I began to wonder—if I had been reborn, then perhaps he had as well.

If I could find the Trinity and crown Nobunaga-sama as our leader, then at last, the dream we failed to achieve— unifying the world—could be realized. A new world for the gifted alone.”

Kuno murmured, “A world for the gifted…?”

Keifuku ignored him and continued, “Through Yatagarasu, our agents, I gathered information about Rikyu. Once I learned of his reincarnation—Mitsutomo— I hurried to secure him.

As I’ve told you before, I called him under the pretense of offering protection. But he never came.
Sensing something wrong, I went to his house. When I broke the glass to enter, I smelled gas. Too late.
Just then, police arrived, and I had no choice but to flee.”

Haruka’s eyes widened. “So that intruder… it was you, not a thief…”

“In a sense,” Keifuku said, “You should be grateful. I may have saved your father’s life.”

“I thought you were my father’s friend,” Haruka said softly.

“I wanted to be,” Keifuku replied. “I only wished for his cooperation.”

He continued, “Anyway, around that same time, Yatagarasu located Nobunaga-sama’s reincarnation
and staged an ‘accident’ to kill him. By the time I learned of it, it was too late. Nobunaga-sama was hospitalized, unconscious.

I prayed for his recovery… And my prayer was answered— by you, Kuno.”

Kuno’s eyes widened. “You mean… I—” He realized with horror— he had revived Nagata, the reincarnation of Nobunaga himself.

Keifuku nodded. “Yes. I approached Nagata, introduced him to this place, and helped him undergo hypnosis. Once he remembered his past life, I told him everything.”

Kuno asked, “Wait—so when did you learn you were Nobunaga?”

Nagata chuckled. “Remember when we met at Café Original? About two days before that.”

Kuno was speechless. “So back then, you already…”

Keifuku nodded proudly. “Yes. It was Nagata’s idea to arrange your meeting with Mitsutomo’s daughter.”

He explained, “A friend of hers worked at the same company. We asked him to invite Mitsutomo to cover a story about dreams. And as you know, Kuno, you played your part perfectly.

Later, when we brought Mitsutomo out of the hospital, we used hypnosis to awaken his memories as Rikyu. But what surfaced… were the memories of Jubei, your vassal— and that traitor, Akechi Mitsuhide.
We were shocked. We’d been fed false information.”

Kuno stared. “Mitsutomo-san was… Jubei…?”

Haruka cried out, “Then my father—! Is he alive!?”

Nagata nodded. “Yes. I hold no grudge against Akechi. That was the past. I have no wish to spill bl00d now.”

Keifuku added, “Rest assured, Mitsutomo is safe in our care.”

“Now,” he continued, “after realizing we’d been deceived, we decided to act. We moved up our plans and began recovering the Trinity from the Temple Association.”

“When the Illuminati succeeded,” Keifuku said, “Yatagarasu headquarters immediately mobilized
to capture the real Rikyu. When I saw the info on my phone, I was stunned— to think the man beside me was Rikyu himself.

I contacted Nagata at once, asked him to intercept you at Totsuka Station before you reached home.
Our men were dispatched as well— by now, they’re likely surrounding your house, waiting for your return.”

Nagata nodded. “I was just as shocked when I got the call. Kuno, who would’ve thought you were Rikyu?”

He laughed lightly. “I hurried to the station, waited, tailed you both to that place—Gabucho, was it?
I thought I’d wait till you were alone, but I didn’t want to intrude on your little lovers’ moment.”

“L-lovers!?” Haruka snapped.
“This isn’t the time for jokes!”

Nagata smirked. “It’s not a joke.
Can’t you feel it, Kuno?”

“What are you talking about?” Kuno frowned.

Nagata grinned. “You should thank me. You didn’t know you were Hosen-sai, so I helped you meet Myoki.”

“Myoki…?” Kuno repeated. When he’d seen Myoki in his visions, he had thought she resembled Mitsutomo somehow.

Nagata smiled. “Mitsutomo, in his past life, was Myoki—your wife, Kuno.”

“What!? I was… married to…?” Haruka stammered.

Nagata waved a hand. “Anyway…” as if brushing the matter aside.

“Our bl00d has thinned over the centuries,” he said. “Even if I hold the Trinity now, I doubt I have the strength to control it.

That’s why we must gather more gifted ones. Thanks to Keifuku, many from Yatagarasu will defect once we secure the Trinity. If we obtain the second one as well, even more will join our side.

The Illuminati has studied psychic abilities for years, but even they can’t yet identify who can truly bond with it. History shows— those unworthy of the Trinity vanished, or were destroyed.

But you, Kuno—you could handle it. You could minimize the risk. That’s why we want you with us.

Will you help us?”

Kuno’s voice was quiet. “If you find a compatible bearer and gain control over the Suzaku and others… what happens to the rest? To those without abilities?”

Nagata answered coldly, “Humanity will perish sooner or later anyway. It’s only a matter of time.”

Kuno’s eyes darkened. “So… you plan to wipe out the powerless?”

Nagata gave a small nod. “If you wish to put it that way, yes.”

Keifuku added softly, “I don’t wish to resort to threats… but please, consider Mitsutomo’s situation as well.”