The V-tuber Who Became Obsessed With Me

Chapter 94: Don’t worry ojiisan is here : part 2

Your outline works, but the emotional beats need to carry the scene—not just the revelations. Katsuro should never sound like he’s explaining the plot. He should sound like a man dismantling two people without raising his voice.

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"So now you see," Katsuro said, his voice calm enough to be mistaken for indifference. "It was never live."

For several seconds no one spoke.

The words refused to settle inside the room.

"But..." Raina frowned, still trying to make sense of everything. She looked toward the monitor that had shown tens of thousands of viewers only moments ago. "...what about all those views?"

"The views?" Katsuro glanced at the frozen monitor before looking back at her. "Bots."

He spoke the word as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Khali..." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Though she insists everyone simply calls her the Girl... manipulated the viewer count, the comments, the engagement. Everything Kurosawa saw on those screens existed only for him. A stage built specifically for his eyes."

The silence shattered.

"No!"

Kuro snatched the camera from Tengu’s hands and slammed it into the concrete floor.

The plastic casing exploded into pieces.

The lens rolled across the warehouse before finally coming to a stop.

Tengu instinctively twitched at the impact, his eyes following the broken equipment with genuine pain. Months of preparation... gone in a single moment.

Kuro stood there breathing heavily beneath the bunny mask.

"After everything..." His shoulders rose and fell violently. "After everything it took me to plan this..." His voice cracked beneath the rage. "...you came in and ruined it."

Katsuro said nothing.

He merely walked toward the chair Raina had been tied to moments earlier.

He brushed a loose strand of rope from the seat, lowered himself onto it with effortless composure, then crossed one leg over the other.

Only after settling comfortably did he speak.

"Kurosawa..."

The entire warehouse unconsciously turned toward him.

"You are still a child."

No mockery.

No contempt.

Only certainty.

"You are clever... far cleverer than most men twice your age. But intelligence without experience is nothing more than potential."

His eyes drifted toward Tengu.

"I had expected someone beside you who understood that."

Tengu lowered his head.

"Unfortunately..." Katsuro continued, "...your guide was a man consumed by revenge."

He folded his hands together.

"You see... revenge is born from hatred. Hatred is merely another emotion."

He paused long enough for every word to settle.

"And once emotion begins making your decisions... your judgment ceases to be your own."

His gaze settled back on Kuro.

"That..."

He pointed lazily toward him.

"was your first mistake."

Kuro remained silent.

"You could not have known better," Katsuro continued. "You never had anyone to teach you."

His eyes slowly returned to Tengu.

"But him..."

The disappointment in his voice somehow carried more weight than anger ever could.

"He knew."

"He has seen what becomes of the people foolish enough to challenge me."

"He has watched entire organizations disappear because they mistook confidence for preparation."

"And yet..."

Katsuro sighed.

"...he still walked you into my house."

He raised one finger.

"For that mistake..."

One of the camouflaged men immediately stepped forward.

Without a word he placed a pistol into Katsuro’s waiting hand.

The metallic click echoed through the warehouse.

Every person reacted differently.

Raina felt her stomach twist so violently she forgot to breathe.

Ethan instinctively took a step forward before two armed men shifted slightly, reminding him exactly where he was.

Malcolm stiffened, his jaw locking so tightly it almost hurt.

Even Kuro’s breathing paused.

Only Tengu truly understood what the gun meant.

His face lost every trace of color.

"Katsuro..." he whispered.

"I didn’t—"

"You didn’t... what?"

The old man’s voice remained perfectly level.

Tengu closed his eyes for a brief second.

He knew this man.

He knew negotiations ended before they began.

"You were the one who betrayed me first," he said quietly. "I gave you everything. Every mission. Every order. Every ounce of loyalty I had... and you threw me away because of one mistake."

Katsuro listened patiently.

When Tengu finished, he nodded once.

"I did."

No denial.

"I have discarded many of my men after failure."

"You were not the first."

"You certainly were not the last."

His expression never changed.

"Failure has consequences."

"It is how they learn."

His eyes hardened ever so slightly.

"But you..."

"You joined hands with my enemy."

"And worse..."

His gaze drifted briefly toward Raina.

"you involved my granddaughter."

He leaned back in the chair.

"Deep down..."

"You already knew."

"There was never going to be a future in which you walked away from this."

Kuro finally found his voice.

"So that’s it?"

He laughed bitterly.

"You’re going to shoot him?"

"In front of everyone?"

"In front of your own granddaughter?"

Katsuro followed Kuro’s gaze toward Raina.

"Oh..."

He answered almost absentmindedly.

"It is nothing she hasn’t seen before."

The words struck Raina harder than she expected.

Without thinking, her eyes searched for Ethan.

She found him.

For one fragile second she hoped—

He looked away.

The movement was small.

Barely noticeable.

Yet it hurt more than anything Kuro had said all night.

Katsuro slowly lowered the gun.

"No."

He placed it on his lap.

"I am not going to shoot him."

Then he picked it up again and extended it toward Kuro.

"You are."

Kuro stared at the weapon.

"What?"

"You’ve been remarkably careful."

Katsuro’s tone almost sounded approving.

"You manipulated."

"You exposed."

"You kidnapped."

"But through all of it..."

"You kept blood off your own hands."

"I commend you for that."

He took another step closer.

"But surely..."

He looked directly into Kuro’s eyes.

"working alongside the man who murdered your parents must have disgusted you."

Kuro’s entire body tensed.

"You ordered their deaths!"

"They’re dead because of you!"

"True."

Katsuro accepted it without hesitation.

"I ordered your father’s death."

A brief pause.

"But I never ordered your family to be burned alive."

His eyes shifted toward Tengu.

"That..."

"was entirely his decision."

Kuro slowly turned.

His breathing became uneven.

"What..."

His voice was barely audible.

"what is he talking about?"

Tengu couldn’t answer.

Katsuro did it for him.

"I instructed him to eliminate your father... and recover every piece of evidence he had gathered against me."

"He was an ambitious subordinate."

"He wished to prove himself."

"So..."

Katsuro looked directly at Tengu.

"without my knowledge..."

"he decided the safest course of action was to erase every Aizawa."

The words landed like hammer blows.

Kuro’s grip around the pistol tightened.

His hands began shaking.

"So you see..."

Katsuro said quietly.

"I may have condemned your father."

"But the rest of your family..."

"belongs to him."

For a long moment no one moved.

Then Kuro slowly lifted the gun.

Its barrel stopped directly in front of Tengu.

Tengu didn’t move.

Didn’t plead.

Didn’t run.

His shoulders simply relaxed.

He had already accepted whichever death arrived first.

"Kuro..."

Ethan stepped forward despite himself.

"You don’t have to do this."

"This is exactly what he wants."

"Don’t become a murderer because he told you to."

The gun trembled.

Kuro’s breathing grew ragged.

For one impossible second...the barrel lowered.

Ethan immediately seized the opportunity.

"That’s right."

"Put it down."

"You still have a choice."

Kuro looked toward Raina.

Ethan followed his gaze.

"Raina."

His voice cracked.

"Talk to your grandfather."

"Stop this."

She looked helplessly toward Katsuro.

"Ojiisan."

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Is this really necessary?"

Katsuro didn’t even look at her.

"Shh."

His answer was calm.

"Let events unfold as they should."

Kuro slowly raised the pistol again.

"How..."

His voice broke.

"how could you?"

Tengu remained silent.

There was nothing left to defend.

If Kuro spared him...

Katsuro never would.

Then...

The gun moved.

Not toward Tengu.

Toward Katsuro.

The warehouse collectively inhaled.

"And..."

Kuro’s voice steadied for the first time since the revelation.

"what if I shoot you instead?"

Without the slightest hesitation...

Katsuro stood.

Then, in full view of every armed man in the warehouse and he began walking toward the barrel.

One step.

Then another.

Until the muzzle rested against the center of his chest.

His eyes never left Kuro’s.

"Then..."

he said quietly,

"...pull the trigger."

"Grandpa... what are you doing?" Raina cried.

Katsuro ignored her.

His eyes never left Kuro.

"Well?" he said evenly. "Pull the trigger."

The warehouse seemed to shrink around them.

"Take your vengeance."

Kuro stood frozen, the pistol still aimed at Tengu, yet his finger refused to tighten around the trigger.

From the corner of the room, Malcolm watched everything unfold in silence. Even he no longer understood where this confrontation was headed.

After several long seconds, Katsuro let out a quiet sigh.

"So be it."

He turned and walked back toward the chair Raina had occupied only moments earlier.

One of the mercenaries immediately stepped forward, placing another pistol into his waiting hand.

Katsuro inspected it briefly before pulling back the slide with a metallic click.

The sound echoed through the warehouse.

"If you won’t shoot him," he said, raising the weapon toward Tengu, "then I will."

Raina’s eyes widened.

"Ojiisan!"

"What are you doing?"

No answer.

Katsuro slowly raised the pistol until it was perfectly level.

"I’ll give you ten seconds."

His gaze settled on Kuro.

"If Tengu is still breathing by the time I finish counting, I’ll end it myself."

Ethan’s heart lurched.

"Sir..."

He took an instinctive step forward before one of the mercenaries blocked his path.

"Please don’t do this."

Katsuro acted as though he hadn’t spoken.

"Ten."

The number fell into the silence like a stone.

"Nine."

Kuro’s breathing became uneven.

His hands trembled violently before he slowly raised his own pistol again, this time pointing it squarely at Tengu.

Tengu looked directly back at him.

There was no fear left in his eyes.

Only exhaustion.

"Do it," he said quietly.

"If anyone deserves this, it’s me."

He closed his eyes.

"I’ve been waiting for this day longer than you know."

Katsuro continued counting.

"Eight."

"Seven."

The numbers came at an agonizingly steady pace.

Every second stretched impossibly long.

Kuro’s finger rested on the trigger.

It wouldn’t move.

He tried.

His hand refused.

Slowly, the gun lowered.

His shoulders slumped as though the weight of twelve years had finally settled upon them.

"I can’t."

His voice was barely audible.

"I can’t become what he is."

The confession lingered in the warehouse.

He turned toward Ethan.

A faint, broken smile appeared beneath the bunny mask.

"You know..."

"I only came near you because I needed information."

He gave a hollow laugh.

"You were supposed to be useful."

He swallowed.

"But somewhere along the way, you became my friend."

Ethan’s eyes reddened.

"Kuro..."

"I never got to thank you."

Kuro shook his head.

"No."

"I should be thanking you."

"For making me remember what having a friend felt like."

Ethan clenched his fists.

"Don’t talk like this."

"We can still fix this."

"We’ll figure something out."

Raina felt tears burning down her cheeks as she looked between the two of them.

Then she turned toward Katsuro.

She walked forward before dropping to both knees.

"Ojiisan..."

Her voice shook violently.

"Please."

She bowed her head.

"I know what Kuro has done."

"I know what he tried to do to me."

"But..."

She looked briefly toward Ethan.

"If you kill him, you’ll destroy someone else too."

Ethan looked at her.

She forced herself to continue.

"I don’t want Ethan to lose another friend "

Her eyes met Katsuro’s.

"He couldn’t do it."

She gestured toward Kuro.

"He couldn’t pull the trigger."

"Isn’t that enough?"

"Please..."

"Spare him."

Silence.

No one moved.

Katsuro simply looked at his granddaughter.

Then at Kuro.

Then at Tengu.

His expression remained impossible to read.

The warehouse became so quiet everyone could hear each other’s breathing.

Then—

A gunshot exploded through the building.

Raina screamed.

Ethan flinched violently.

Malcolm instinctively threw up an arm.

Smoke curled slowly from the barrel of Katsuro’s pistol.

For a heartbeat, no one understood what had happened.

Then Raina turned.

Tengu lay crumpled on the concrete floor.

Blood spread steadily beneath him.

The warehouse fell completely silent.