I Suddenly Became Rich, But I Have No Idea How to Spend the Money

“So you’re Kirishima, the one who scored the same as me?”

“I’m Kenzaki, captain of the Ritsumeikan University golf team. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah, nice to meet you too. I’m Kirishima, a sophomore from Osaka University.”

When I mentioned that I was a sophomore, a slight murmur ran through the crowd.

Kenzaki, being a senior and the captain of a prestigious golf team, was well-known in the amateur golf scene in Kansai.

However, no one here seemed to know who I was. They were all wondering—who is this guy?

“I see you have a personal caddy assigned to you.”

“Ah, yeah. Apparently, from this year, personal caddies are allowed. It was a decision influenced by my sponsor.”

Yes, since Hitomi’s father had become the tournament’s main sponsor, the rules had been revised, allowing players to have personal caddies.

It seemed like he had invested a significant amount of money. Rich people really do things in an extravagant way.

“Well, I’m aware of that…

I’ve competed in many tournaments, but this is the first time I’ve met you. If you’re on the same level as me, I would at least remember your name…”

“Ah, well, I only started serious practice about six months ago.”

“…Huh? Six months…?? And you’re scoring the same as me…??

You’ve got to be kidding me!!!”

“Well, it’s the truth, whether you like it or not.”

“Hah…

Fine. If that’s how it is, then I’ll take this seriously, too.

Kirishima, I expect great things from you.”

With that, Kenzaki walked away.

“What was that about?”

Mr. Blackbetter, who barely understood Japanese, had just been watching with a smirk on his face.

I explained the situation to him.

“Oh, that’s simple.

Kirishima, you just need to utterly crush him!”

Hearing this, I felt a headache coming on. Even as an old man, Mr. Blackbetter was as aggressive as ever.

“Yeah, I figured you’d say that.

Looking forward to working with you, my genius coach.”

The afternoon round resumed.

My group had already played the first nine holes in the morning, so we moved on to the back nine in the afternoon.

The 16th hole, a straight, 600-yard-long par 5, had a “longest drive” competition. The player with the longest first shot among all participants would win a cash prize.

Since I felt a bit sluggish after lunch, I played it safe on the 10th and 11th holes, scoring par (+0) to regain my rhythm.

Now, fully warmed up and ready for the 16th hole.

I stretched a little more than usual and gripped my driver.

By now, I had built up a reputation as a big hitter, so all eyes were on me with high expectations.

Other players were hitting between 250 and 280 yards, which would easily be enough to win the longest drive in a typical company golf outing. As expected, everyone here was skilled.

I swung my driver with all my might.

The wind was in my favor.

This was the perfect moment.

A thunderous sound echoed as the ball rocketed off the clubface, soaring straight like a missile.

Gasps of amazement spread through the crowd.

“Looks like 340 yards. Congrats on your new personal best!”

Mr. Blackbetter praised me.

The other players murmured in admiration, some even cheering me on to beat Kenzaki.

For reference, a 340-yard drive is on par with America’s top players.

With the long drive contest behind me, I played through the remaining holes without any pressure and finished with a stellar 7-under 65.

“If you can consistently score like this, you’ll become a pro golfer.”

Mr. Blackbetter summed up the day’s performance.

Yes, professionals produce scores like this consistently.

For me, a 65 was the result of a good day. But for pros, 65 was their norm, regardless of pressure or weather conditions.

“I owe this score to you, Mr. Blackbetter.

Thank you.”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you, drop the ‘Mr. Blackbetter’ thing.

Just call me David.

Call me anytime!”

“Thank you, David!”

After submitting our scores, we waited in the conference room for the results.

“Kirishima, great job. Looking forward to the results.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Kenzaki tried to chat me up, but I ignored him.

Finally, the results were announced.

The tournament chairman entered and began the announcements.

First up was the longest drive.

Kirishima: 340.6 yards—undisputed winner.

Kenzaki: 306 yards.

Kenzaki, who had probably been revered for his long drives before, clenched his teeth in frustration.

Next was the closest-to-the-pin contest.

I won that too, with a shot that landed just 3cm from the hole. Beating that would require a hole-in-one.

Then, the main event—the overall tournament results.

Starting from 10th place, the announcements went on until only two names remained: me and Kenzaki.

“In second place, front nine: 32, back nine: 34, total 66, 6-under—Satoru Kenzaki.”

A mix of cheers and applause followed.

Kenzaki glared at me in frustration.

“And in first place, front nine: 32, back nine: 33, total 65, 7-under—Akira Kirishima.”

A louder cheer erupted, followed by even more applause.

I received the winner’s jacket and the championship cup.

As the champion, I was asked to give a speech.

“Ah—I’m very happy to have won today, along with the longest drive and closest-to-the-pin contests.

My golf career is still short, but I’ll continue to work hard and improve.”

After wrapping up the ceremony, I reunited with Hitomi and Emma.

As I approached, Hitomi ran over and hugged me.

“That was amazing, Akira-kun!

I thought you were going to get a hole-in-one on that closest-to-the-pin!”

She must have watched the broadcast from the clubhouse.

“Thanks, Hitomi. Your support really helped.”

While we shared our moment, I felt a piercing gaze.

It was Kenzaki, glaring at us.

He walked over.

Hitomi quickly let go of me.

“Living the good life with a beautiful woman, huh, Kirishima?”

“Not your business.”

“Tch…!”

“Seriously, watching a sore loser act all jealous is pathetic.”

Hitomi coldly shut him down.

“Well, see you around, Kenzaki. Maybe say something next time instead of just staring.”

“Wait!”

“Okay, what?”

“Uh… I…”

“Think faster next time.”

Leaving him speechless, we walked away.

That night, David and I celebrated in Kobe, spending an obscene amount of money on drinks and entertainment.

By the next day, we regrouped with Hitomi and Emma, checked out of the hotel, and headed to the airport.

With bags full of souvenirs, we boarded our flight back to Macau.”