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A hour had been passed since I started painting. There were few remainders of cobalt-blue-hue.

- Takayuki Ninomiya, a painter and a single.
My paintings had been on selling under few income that an art work would be sold a month. However, can I call myself an artist in the situation that had been a parasite on girl friend's apartment?
"I can't paint this sky feeling well without cobalt-blue-hue. Trying to draw by ultra-marine-blue wouldn't be a waste of time though.."

Preparation of today's painting was not done enough, also I had rarely experienced of the painting phase by oils outside unless the sketch.
"Have to go.."
Putting the dirty palette messing with chunks on my folding chair that I was sitting, and throw the paint brush on my right hand into the washing bottle made of an instant coffee can.
"No one would take these.."
I was going out of the park while riding my bicycle which was old enough likely to be would never stolen. The canvas painted on the halfway, painting easel, and the palette on the folding chair, had been left there.

"Howdy."
"Hi, welcome."
There was only a customer of me here as usual, also I'd never seen any other customers, becasue I thought they only had dust-covered canvases and oil paints.
"Um.."
"Oh, there."
It was 380 yen, which was fifty percent higher than a large homecenter's nearby. But I only had a bicycle for the way to some art-related shops.
"Then this.."
"380 yen, please."
A girl who had no makeup and seemed to be shopowner's daughter politely answered.
"It's enough for today's painting."
I left the shop while putting the paint in my chest pocket.

"Wm.., it's a flavored.."
An old stranger murmured so while looking at my drawing.
"What's the old man?" was first impression then, I had a spirit wanting to draw as soon coming back from the shop as possible.
"Oh, thanks."
I was waiting the grandfather left there soon.
"Is this yours?"
The grandfather was looking up to and asking me.
"Yeah.. but not so much have been sold so far."
I was humility a little though.
"Wm.."
"Becasue.. too much considering.. maybe."
I guessed him might being a person who knew art or experienced from his words then.
"What do you mean?"
"There must be meanings why you're painting here. Art works that were painted here only knows the feeling and atmosphere of the location."
The grandfather said so with smile.
"I see."
What the grandfather said was impressive for me a little.
"Additionally, it might be unexpectedly better than being considerable much."
"Well, it's your best."
The grandfather left there.
"Thanks."
I'd never had the experience that such a stranger told my paintings not so well. But such advices were very important for me honestly for to study art. To compliment sometimes good affects me to paint, but I'd been painting while looking for my art style since graduating an art university.

"Don't too much consider?"
"Wm.."
I resumed painting while murmuring a little strangely.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　2

"Good evening."
"Hi."
Our relationship became so called as cohabitation or marital. Yuko was working as permanent employee at a computer-related company, then I joined there as a part-time. She became already a careered-woman subordinating some in the campany. Yuko had enough salary to feed me.

"Is your job-related busy?"
"Well, IT should have different activation I suppose."
Yuko sent me a stare as if implicitly condemning that I was still loyal to paint.
"Taking age will not keep up with the intense changing of ITs, being old would be useless unlike the evaluation of art."
Yuko said a little melancholy. Yuko seemed to hope marriage and childbearing for women in the classical sense of happiness. I understood that how much I was giving her those annoyances due to my selfishness which having no stable job and devoting to art.
Even though submitting and being exhibited my art works to famous exhibitions, ordinally people have few opportunities to see and purchase my art works. Even if I could sold the arts, not as art instead but an investment. I interrogated myself every day whether to give up it. I thought there were few idols created for others around in this art world.
I decided that I would quit if I couldn't get a something authoritative award in my mind.

There were various professional and amateur associations in japan, would be a reference to purchace of their art works. How much they could contribute to spread their art, maintain their group activity, attract customers to the exhibitions, have connections to universities and politicians, of course have enough skill whether being possible to persuade to others as well. No painter would have so poor level to paint then. There would be only remaining ultimately insignificant. The value of art for me was that whether people would want to purchase them.

"I can work anytime, anyhow."
Yuko sent me a stare like having a try.
"Whoo.."
I replied Yuko, was usual nasty attitude.
"I would be giving up if failed next time."

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"Congratulations Takayuki!"
Atsushi, one of my few friends who belonged to an art group, asked me to do a handshake with me.
"It's not much."
I really thought so.

- Paris France Art Award
It was like a far-fetched name award and it was not clearly related to "Paris" at all. Though I had belonged to this association and exhibited for enough skill and to waste years to get any honorable award I wanted, but I only got this cheap one finally.
"It's enough to be satisfied with the award, I envy you."
I thought he told me a lie.

I didn't know that he was a same age student of the university I was attending. The opportunity to see him was few, we joined this association at the same time. He was the author of a painting I liked to appreciate and his painting attracted me because of something sense I didn't have. But he had never taken a prize, only had entered every year. And then, he was start working as a salary man after quited as an artist. Now a day painting and exhibition were as a hobby for him.

"It's time to quit painting." I said to Atsushi.
"Quit?"
"Yes." seriousry I replyed.
"I can't image that my art works would make money and enable to live."
"I am going to finish living as an artist."
Atsushi seemed to understand what I was concerned, there might be similar things for him. Also, Atsushi started attending a company having a hobby of art, then being stable live contrast to the unstable life before.
My art works were to know which kinds of painting did I need to paint to get the awards. I understood that only the paintings that needed for the performances of this association, would get the awards. Then I thought that it would be impossible to draw mine or for me as long as being this association?
"I am going to quit soon."
- I decided to withdraw this membership, additionally to quit painting itself.

"Real life is.."
Still recession, seemed to be better though, only good among big companies, there were few recruitments for small companies which seemed to let me join. After graduating a university, no experience as a business man, working as a full-time employee. Drawing paintings while working as part-time was my living, such an employee would be a nuisance for those companies rather than being ready. They would choose new graduates, cheaper wage and more being grown naturally than an old and ex-artist who wasn't earning money. In the end those activities to get a job, I decided to work as full-time an earlier job.

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- 2PM, a my holiday.
My feet were forwarded to an art museum naturally. It was since the exhibition when I met Atsushi to come such places.

- Impressionists.
It leaded me to purchase the ticket and to go there. High ceilings, museum's specific sense. As few experiences of coming here as a customer and for appreciation, so my heart beaten somehow. Compared to modern art, it was lack of some impact, but there were the European feeling, the atmosphere, and the spacious air. Regardless historically famous painter, I was enjoying all of them, and each one respectively slowly. Because of the non-holiday afternoon, there were less customers as usual in traffic.

I turned walking toward the entrance from the end of paintings for appreciating favorite paintings again. This was the typical behavior when I visited art museams.
"Well, around here -"
I noticed the back of an old man reminded me of something passed while looking for a famous painting. The old man was staring at a painting before him. The remained back was very similar to the figure I met and was adviced before at that park.
"Hi."
I went the next and talked to him like seeing by chance, who was wearing clean-dressed clothes. He was looking up me slowly also thinking and recalling about me somehow.
"Remember at that park..?"
I was pleased at this reunion, to be honest.
"Um.." he murmured so quietly.
"Do you like appreciating art works and coming often, right?"
"Sometimes."
His feeling and attitude were little different from before.
"I quited painting, even though your good advice.."
"Oh, regret your..."
"By the way.. do you paint?" I just asked him so.
"Yeah, occasionally.."
He seemed to remember something little.
"Well, anytime as well."
I left away there after then.

"So, how was the 'impressionists' ?"
Yuko had such an emotion likely not to share the understanding in art.
"Oh, great."
Replied with a tone of no matter what she said.
"Well"
Eventually, the conversation stopped. Yuko's humor was better than before since I started working. Above all, nothing being unbearable rather than the smell as she said. Yuko was almost satisfied with the life without smell of paints and cleaning fluids, and brushes. But only a last thing that the existence of a large amount of piled paintings remaineded in a closet, secondary important of my life that was un-favorites for Yuko.
"Hey, those your art works, can I throw them away?"
Yuko asked me so.
"They shouldn't be thrown away of course, we don't know when the value is to rise."
"Well, now up!"
"I could answer nothing."

The next day, reluctantly I went to and put my art works in a rent warehouse.
"Sleep here for a while."
I murmured while closing the door.

'- The New Capital Museum"
A museum was shown on TV, newly constructed in Tokyo. It was a large-scale building in comparison to those almost all museums in japan. The beautiful form led me image France's Grand Palace Museum, the symbol of the salon. Two were vaguely looking at the museum, shown on TV screen.
"Well, it's a great museum."
"Yeah."
"Our tax."
Yuko murmured.
"Wm..."
My paintings on the wall of this museum being decorated, was described in my head.
"It's a museum that is quite different scale, 100 gou, or it has to be uncomfortable feeling unless having enough scale.."
I sealed by the passion for painting, inspired to come.
"Never say ganna paint again?"
Yuko asked so as if she could see through my mind.
"Oh, that's okay, I am not.."
"That's okay.."
I was thinking that this museum would not so easily disappeared anyhow, and could paint anytime anywhere.
"It is important to conserve this living..."

　　　　　　　　　　　　　5

A few weeks later. A phone call shocked me.
"This is the police, I would like to ask about information you have.."

- A death among Atsushi..
I had cared about Atsushi a little and put a corner in my head, as had no contact from him since that exhibition.
"But hardly..."
I told the police man who called then that Atsushi didn't have quite such behavior at that exhibition, and the relationship with him since we met.
His car seemed to dive into a sea from a heli-lading in a wharf. A wound was found in his body by the investigation, there was the possibility of murder by a suspect.

- After a while, his funeral was held.
I attended the ceremony as a friend.
Old friends in art, colleagues and bosses of the company he was working, also a woman who seemed to be his girlfriend was crying. I wondered why Atsushi was involved such an incident, he didn't seemed to be annoyed at all.

Soon it's because of his family, a lot of people were attending there. They were also old in comparison with Atsushi's generation. Some people reminded me, something I have relationship with them, and somewhere I met them. Meanwhile I noticed a person I made sure to see before.

"That old.."
The grandfather who I met at the park and the impressionist exhibition. The chief mourner was the grandfather, he seemed to be Atushi's father. Next to the old woman seemed to be Atsushi's mother, was looking a bit ahead of ground.
The look of dignity, there was a quite different from the old when I saw him for the first time at the park. Gray hair and neatly trimmed beard, like a former army man in a high position, the neat attitude, a different from that old.
Those old attendants seemed to come and show their face to him rather than for Atsushi.

"That was too bad.."
The person well-known to me, - Shouji Kondo, the chief director of the association I had belonged before.
It didn't interest me after unsubscribed though, he was a tycoon in western-style painting. Around 1 million yen per gou in a transaction publicly, that was unprecedented among living artsits. The group was impossible to go on opening the exhibition without him.

Young artists were leaving from joining such associations, then they were gradually disappearing in recent years. The existence of some popular artists gave the group the advantage, but it would dominate the group and get power. The feeling of my paintings was likely to have a common artistic sense to Kondo's. Painitings along with Kondo's only would get the entry, the prizes also would be given to some extent of credibility, like as sort of "allegiance painting" instead of "art painting". One of the reasons to quit was such "something uncanny feeling".

"Uh, you are.."
Kondo seemed to notice me.
"Well, you might be unsubscribed with our group right?"
"Yeah, another way..."
"Well, that's a pity. You may resume when you want anytime."
And he left there.

"I'm very sorry about.."
I greeted the old man who should be Atsushi's father.
"Oh.. surprised you are Takayu.."
"Heard from my son about you"
He didn't look like that old man I met before at all.

After then we had been talking about Atsushi, his background, small stories when he was child, recent working, with tears in his eyes. Somehow contained the anger and emotion in the sense. It seemed that Atsushi's mother already dead before him. His depression was recent thing in relation with his mother as his father said. I didn't know that he had such circumstances even though his cheerful then.

A little bit away from his father, a woman who seemed to be Atsushi's girlfriend, Aki. I had met her to appreciate paintings with Atsushi at an exhibition. Makeup around her eyes already was falling down.
"Ooh, ohh..."
While clinging she told to me.
"Th... that father.. ought to have killed him.."
Her eyes were full of sadness and anger. I calmed down her while rubbing the back.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　6

I was thinking about this incident after I came back to Yuko's apartment carefully.
That old man was Atsushi's father, seemed to be an authority of art. Atsushi's real mother was already dead, and then living while drawing of art switched to working at company as an employee. At the same time his father remarried. Atsushi was recently annoyed and something worried, finally was killed by someone. His girlfriend Aki said that his father ought to have killed him. There was an art group star Shouji Kondo at Atsushi's funeral somehow.

After a while I visited Aki's apartment.
She began to talk about Atsushi with anger still as soon as I greeted her.
"As Atsushi said, his father doesn't understand in paintings at all, and doesn't want his father to rule."
"After Atushi's mother was dead, and soon he was changed."
"Then, he was killed."
"Yes..., but Asushi was not such a person who was killed. Not like that, surely his father maybe.."
Aki bursted into tears.

After then, I went to a library nearby and investigated the background of Atsushi's father, because his father seemed to be a somebody.
First I researched the art annual of the previous year, but there wasn't his father's name, Atsushi's was either.
"It isn't just shown or is he using another name?"
I remembered that Atsushi said "My father because of an official, never understand on painting."
Well, certainly he complained about his father so that he didn't want to be interfered.
"Relationship between art and official, if there were something connections, well.. Cultural Affairs?"

I investigated doubtfully a list of the personnel. The last names of "Shinkawa", and a found one of those full names was "Eiichirou Shinkawa". The position was a director of the National Artistic Center for Education, Science and Technology Ministry. Cultural Affairs and the Ministry of Education, Science and Technology Ministry, it was a deep relationship rather the same.
"Hm.. that old.., but he doesn't seem to drive his son going to die."
"Rather a feeling of a director in a healthy company.."
"However much lineup for his sun's funeral, he might have something tremendous power in their field."

- One day.
An invitation was recieved by me, the content was,
"Wishing more and more active you are. Well, on the New Capital Art Museum that are going to be opened, we would like to inform you the opening exhibition to be held here. Same time, Eiichirou Shinkawa ( the director of the National Art Center ) is to be the chief director and opening the celebration to commemorate the event held spectacularly.."
It was sent from an association in relation with the new built museum. Do they send me this letter by referring an address book affiliated with an arts association?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　7

A few days later.
I was standing by and looking at the museum with the invitation sent before. Some visiters were talking around the entrance.
A few while later I found the old, Eiichirou Shinkawa. At the same time of the funeral, he looked tough and had strict eyes, neatly trimmed beard and gray hair gloss, they were accentuating his dignity. Greeting those who were coming and bowing to him while staring fixedly at ground.

"Oh.. you came..."
"Yes."
I just said so and gave a clerk the complimentary ticket I was holding. After the signature was done, I walked into the inside of the museum.
Appreciating art paintings whole feelings inside of the museum as said to be a huge solem introspection. There were alongside various group's art paintings. Decreasing my spirits for drawing though, there was a something nostalgic feeling in my mind. I got another point of view and enjoyed a difference sense at the artist whom I didn't like before.
"Pretty good.."

The title was "Family portrait". The name of author was "Atsushi Shinkawa". It soon became the remains of Atsushi, relatively smaller than other paintings. Using canvas vertically and mellow colors drawing a family his favorite's representational oil painting.

Instead portrayed as a commemorative photo of the painting also could be seen. Looking at details, the old man seemed to be his father, a little younger woman seemed to be his wife sitting on their chairs each, there were two youths putting their hands gently on the old's shoulders. The old man was the person no doubt Eiichirou Shinkawa, also seemed to be the mother next to him smiling gently, one of the youths was Atsushi. And the next person.., I felt a chill when I looked at the portrait...
"Oh my.."
I was thinking that the woman next to Atsushi's portrait should be Aki who was long associated with him. But, a painited woman seemed to be different.. Well-known woman for me,
..Yuko!
Atsushi prefered to draw representational paintings looked like photos. But he had not to draw such a painting even if it was a joke!

I asked a clerk by the entrance in details of the painting.
"I would like to ask about that painting over there."
"Oh.. that work? That is being exhibited for Mr Shinkawa's hope.. but.."
It seemed that Atsushi wanted the painting to be hunged here even if the incident would happened..

"So it is not a joke at all, and it ought to be a message from Atsushi."
The painting was brought here by the time when he was killed, and it had to be painited for some reason.
"Even if a joke, who puts my girlfriend Yuko into his family's portrait?"
"Or there's something in secret?"

Then I asked Yuko about that painting as soon as I came home.
"So why I have to be there?"
She was wondering why, she seemed to know nothing at all.. They had no chance to meet each others unless a trip for Hakone. Previously, Atsushi, Yuko and me went for a trip to Hakone, was only a chance when Yuko met him.

Family.. portrait, and photo..
My head was suddenly come upon a photo taken at Hakone.
"Oh.."
I remembered an image from the photo, then I was looking for a box included the old album in a closet. And I found a photo in the album.
"This!"
The photo taken at the inn where we stayed then, an employee took this photo I remembered. Atsushi sent us the extra-printed pictures during the trip after then, also should have same pictures too.
"Yuko in that portrait 'Family Portrait' is exactly the same as her in this photo!"
"This was painted.."

"If there is a something 'meaning' in that photo, he enabled someone to know the 'thing' who only be able to understand it.. probably me."
And if by any chance was killed, soon the message should comes through me. But... why he put Yuko into the portrait as a member of his family? Something secret had to be hidden..

　　　　　　　　　　　　　8

Just a few weeks had passed. New Capital Art Museum exhibition was going to be into the end.
"What's this!"
Aki was yelling fire facing to "Family Portrait".
"This woman! What's going on, Hey!"
She continued shouting because of her anger, even though maintenances captured her for the security arround.
Forgive her, the woman in the "Family Portrait" painted was Yuko who had never seen before with his family, even Aki had long been dating with atsushi...

"Why 'she' is me?"
"No thanks to be suspected from her."
Yuko had been in bad mood considerably since that portrait was shown. Even she disliked painting, it was creeps lots to be described in a portrait at his posthumous instead of his girlfriend Aki. And Aki had been suspecting Yuko since that exhibition held. I couldn't understand his intention at all.
"Why.., and what is in that "Family Portrait.."

As I was thinking it was uncomfortable of Yuko to be in the portrait, I asked the group that Atsushi had belonged to borrow the painting for some investigation after the exhibition, and the painting was delivered into Yuko's apartment. It was still big in comparison with the small apartment room.
"Wo.."
Yuko moaned so.
"Family Portrait by Atsushi Shinkawa"
Behind the canvas, written in black as big.

Probing the painting in detail revealed that Atsushi had drawn this from two photos. Excepts of Yuko seemed to be painted referring different photo from that one taken at Hakone, because it was subtly different in its size. There was differene scale between portraits of Atsushi and Yuko, they were probably painted at different time.
"Does his realism paint such a painting, even based on photos?"
Sometimes painting like as different way and shapes in order to show its perspectively on purpose, looking for an "artistic" art by geometric considerations, trial and error. However, this is not considered to its composition, and not intended, clearly intentionally made the balance broken, for being noticed by only "someone".

"He painted Yuko deliberately.. only those who know about Yuko, would understand.."
If Aki was painted in this portrait, I would appreciate this as a painting which seemed them so happy, and I wouldn't probe that as much as then. It would be "Family Portrait" he hoped.. I had no idea who was there in the photo though, he put Yuko in here purposely for attracting my attention. And he expected that I only would notice it as strange as no other people.

I was forward to a house to see a photo of the former of the "Family Portrait".
"Excuse me."
"Yes?"
Soon the current wife of Eiichirou Shinkawa, was attending Atsushi's funeral, came out the entrance.
"I'm Ninomiya, a friend of Atsushi.."
"Oh.. Atsushi's.."
The woman seemed to remember me, and bowed deeply.
"I would like to know whether he had a photo similer to this painting."
I explained her about the photo.
"Well, sorry.."
The woman took the photo that Atsushi's oil painting was taken in her hand.
"I guess that there would be probably in that album..."
Saying so, she went into the house..
For a while later, she came back with an album.
"This is a remainder between my husband and ex-wife, so I've neve seen what is in there."
She gave me the album.
"Thank you.."

Each pages had been opened from the biginning. Atsushi's childhood photos smiling between his real mother and father Eiichirou Shinkawa. Attending an art university, photos with Aki continued.. And a photo which I've seen.
After a few pages had passed,
"Same picture.."
Atsushi's parents were sitting on chairs and smiling like as that photo. The back in the photo was a figure.., Atsushi and... Kondo.
Shouji Kondo, the chief director of the association, was smiling and putting his hand on Atsushi's shoulder.
"Oh well.."
I was remembering the face of Kondo who was attending Atsushi's funeral.

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- Eiichirou Shinkawa.
Graduated from the University of Tokyo and joined the Ministry of Education, he could use the connections to other ministries being high enough position with reconstruction of the ministries, because there were exchanges between them though vertical administrations.

It should be enough expected to earn money, and to maintain the museum, suffering from financial difficulties from the country's budget, for the beginning of the constraction. It was necessary of Shouji Kondo's force to convince the Cultural Affairs by the aspect of his soft power. The need for the museum's appeal was not so difficult for Kondo who was a member of the setting up committee.

Shouji Kondo was looking for something in the uncertainty world of art, and he was struggling alone in spite of weak Japanese art circles and public organizations. And Kondo knew the force of his bedfellow's husband Eiichirou Shinkawa, a former bureaucrat in the Ministry of Education, Science and Cultural Affairs, also using the authority, was scheming to get recommendation of the construction.
Reducing the number of students by falling birthrate, young people being away from public exhibition, further more if planing of this art museum was not done, Kondo thought that the public exhibition would not survive, also needed eiichirou's power.

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Eiichirou and the current wife were from illicit love affair, and his former wife, Atsushi's real mother and Kondo were love affair too. And recent unnatural death of the birth mother of Atsushi. There was no conclusive evidence, but Kondo felt it queer incident, investigated around Shinichirou.

Then Kondo, a professor of a university inspired Atsushi with the rumors of Shinichirou's immoral act. Soon Atsushi thought that his father Shinichirou killed his real mother, then misunderstood that Eiichirou expected new life, Atsushi and his real mother were nuisance for Shinichirou.

And one day, Atsushi asked his father whether the mother was killed. Shinichirou didn't killed his wife, but worsening medical condition was one of the factors. Shinichirou was suspiciously thought who inspired Atsushi strange rumors, and asked Atsushi who told him the rumors.

Later, Sinichirou refused to a support role of promoting construction of the museum. Even if the museum was built, Shinichirou said Kondo not to help and not to allow using the museum for Kondo's group, he had the authority. Kondo was a member of museum committee, also was expected by most of the domestic helpers from the arts groups. He felt this also remains in a precarious position, then pressed Shinichirou to help him.

After his real mother dead, Atsushi had been depression. He wanted to know the truth why his real mother dead, among distrust against his father. And Atsushi visited a former professor Kondo and asked him. Kondo bumped his irritated emotion to Atsushi, how Atsushi's father was coward. Then Atsushi first time knew that Kondo was the bedfellow with his own mother. Soon he was agitated, then hatred feeling inspired instead of respect and trust for Kondo. From pride or not, Kondo soon changed his attitude for Atsushi, exposed the immoral affair with Atsushi's real mother. As abused about his real mother, Atsushi had feelings of jealousy and anger against Kondo.

　　　　　　　　　　　　11

A few days later the incident occurred.
Kondo and Atsushi were tangled, then Atsushi was killed at the end. Well, Atsushi might be only lost consciousness, on his head hit the corner something. Atsushi was mistaken for dead by Kondo, then was taken by Atsushi's car to a heli-port nearby. For carrying fake his suicide, Kondo made Atsushi and the AT car diving into the ocean. Soon Atsushi was dead.

Kondo then thought how much grave he had done. He killed the son of Eiichirou Shinkawa. The museum plan would be canceled if that thing was found, all I built up would be nothing. And he considered how should he do after the while. He decided that nothing had happened before and would no more compete with Eiichirou Shinkawa. For the benefit of each other and they are to prioritize and build the New Capital Museum.

Eiichirou Shinkawa at the helm of the museum construction, his ex-wife and Atsushi's real mother, and Shouji Kondo the authority of art world, their immorality was the begining. Soon Atsushi became the sacrifice and died.
Kondo was arrested after a while.

　　　　　　　　　　　　12

The exhibition was finished.
Atsushi's "Family Portrait" had been exhibited in a room of the New Capital Museum by Eiichirou Shinkawa's recommendation.
It was the "Family Portrait" repainted by Takayuki as below.

　 　 　 　(Aki) 　　 　 　 　 　 　 　 (Atsushi)
（Eiichirou Shinkawa） (Atsushi's real mother)

Smiling happily of "Family Portrait".
There was an ideal view of the family, Atsushi hoped.

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