Chapter 4 Past

As soon as I heard it, I knew for sure that I couldn't do it, the normal wooden board fixed in place I couldn't even punch. Here it is floating, if punched it will sway back and forth, how can it be broken? At that time, I felt that I was both stupid and smart, knowing that he couldn't punch but still tried.

When I was about to take it, I punched it with one punch and knew it was horribly hard, as strong as a rock. But I still punched and punched again and again from afternoon to night, I punched until my knuckles were all skin, blood smeared on the wood. I punched and got angry because it kept bouncing back and forth, the more force I put in, the more my hand hurt.

"Master Watanabe, is that okay?" A brother's voice asked him, but he ignored it and told him to save it.

Finally, when the brothers had all returned, I was able to smash the wooden board, my knuckles were broken, I couldn't even move my fingers at that time.

"Okay, okay, okay III!" I shouted in joy.

"That's hurt!"

The teacher entered the room. At that time, I didn't know what he was going to do, but after a while he took the whole big gray box with a red plus sign in the middle and approached me.

Watanabe opened it and I was still confused and scared because it was all gaudy cotton swabs, bandages and dyes, and even a heart tube.

"Teacher, what are you going to do? Don't say teacher...?"

He put on medical gloves, then took a cotton swab dipped in some antiseptic water, then dabbed it on the tip of my knuckles. I swear it hurt so bad at the time, the throbbing, numbing pain ran through my body.

At that time I did not know what he meant, but when I grew up, I realized that he was a good person. The box that the teacher took out was a first aid box.

After dotting, take the bandage and wrap it for me. It felt much less painful then.

"I was so surprised! if you don't want to take on someone... then you'll set up an assignment that that person definitely can't do."

He patted my head and smiled proudly, like a father seeing his child grow up.

"You are the first to surprise me like that. At my age they just punch one and give up."

Now I know that at that time, he just thought that I punched him once or twice and left, but I didn't expect that I would be so persistent. To this day, I myself do not know why I was able to punch the wood that day.

"I'm officially accepted."

I jumped up and down with joy.

"Really, teacher? I'm about to learn martial arts from Bruce Lee. Can I practice with that human-shaped wooden tree, sir?"

"This kid, are you delusional again?" The teacher yelled at me and then the two of them rolled on the floor laughing.

Recalling the old teacher, also reminds me of the scene of this place in the past, it's so different from the present.

In the past, this place in the center was not lined with a large carpet, surrounded by many types of knives, spears and spears. Because to save money, he took a neat and tall wooden trunk, then split it at the top and put a small cover in it to form a hand and then tied the cloth. My teacher took the thin and narrow split bamboo slats and spokes, bundled them together and installed them around the wooden body and then tied them tightly with string. So there was a carpenter.

When I'm lazy, I see the foam but I kick it and it's all crushed. The teacher used to tell me to kick lightly.

Now, the surrounding has changed quite a bit, there is a large carpet, no longer displaying all kinds of military tactics. The wood people you bought looked better than the ones back then, but I liked the wood people you made better, so I practiced with the old ones.

He didn't like to teach military tactics anymore, he taught real combat quite a lot, so he cleaned up that pile of military tactics to avoid eyesore. Although this dojo is not as big and modern as other dojos, I really appreciate this place, I hope you will not give it up.

Is it that late already?

I really want to know what Mitsuko and her dad are saying, but I don't like eavesdropping so I'll probably just go back and wait for him to text me.

I went out the door to say hello, but stopped. You two must be very emotional.

"Ahito!"

As soon as I walked out the door, Mitsuko grabbed my hand, pulled me back, and hugged me tightly. Crying like a baby.

The feeling is so warm, so smooth, Mitsuko's body smells so good. But in this situation, I have to hold back.

"Mitsuko ah... s... what's wrong?

She slowly calmed down and calmed down, looking up at me with red eyes.

"I was... I misunderstood my father... he totally accepted even if I quit martial arts."

I knew right away, I knew that Watanabe-sensei was such a person. I still pretend to know nothing.

"Really, Mitsuko? Very good!"

She finally smiled, Mitsuko didn't know it was that smile that touched me before. Damn, she's so cute. It would be nice if she hugged me like before now.

"Eh, Mitsuko?"

She rushed in to hug me once more, Mitsuko's head pressed against my chest, hoping she wouldn't hear my heart pounding.

"Thank you, Ahito, thank you!"

This situation is embarrassing, but it feels really good.

"That's it, Mitsuko, I'll go back first."

After hugging for a while, I said goodbye to Mitsuko and left. Today is a lot of things, fortunately tomorrow is Sunday, I can rest. I'm glad they're all fine

When I got home, I opened the door with the spare key, it was late so I went up to the bedroom quietly. Fortunately, I took a shower in the teacher's class to save time.

As soon as I went to bed, I slept soundly until morning.

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"Hey there, wake up."

Yumi called out as she threw my blanket into the air.

"Huh... is it morning already?"

Yumi seemed a bit harsh at me for oversleeping.

"Are you still sleeping at eight o'clock?"

After hearing the jump, I ran straight to the bathroom and washed my face. At nine o'clock I have a part-time job at Uncle Hatada's shop. The habit of sleeping in is hard to give up.

I quickly changed into a new outfit, a cheap white T-shirt that Mr. Susuda gave me to wear with a pair of jeans, then ran to the kitchen to see if there was any food left.

I changed my pants too quickly to put on one leg when I ran out, as a result, I fell and was seen by Yumi coming down the stairs.

"Ahito, you pervert!" She stood on the stairs scolding me.

Damn, I just built the image of a good brother in the eyes of my sister yesterday.

"Yumi-ah, it's not what you think!" She ran straight to her room. There's no time now, sorry Yumi I'll explain later.

I quickly slipped my other leg in and ran to the kitchen.

"Mom, do you have any food?"

At that time, I felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere around me. Dad is still sitting there reading the newspaper, mom is still in the kitchen washing dishes. But...

Normally Dad wouldn't be sitting there at this hour, and why are their faces so bad?

"Ahito, baby, I've left a portion of the food for you."

My mother spoke in a low voice, every day she laughed and joked very happily.

"What's the matter, people?"

My mother looked at me with a sad expression and my father didn't seem to care what I said.