May 8.

Get on with it!

　An angry voice sounded, unsuitable for the early morning of a quiet residential area.
　The source of the angry voice was an old man with white hair pulled back in a bun.
　He was about mid-170cm tall. His chest was thick, and his abdominal muscles, visible through his kendo suit, were splendidly split in six sections. His arms were thick and muscular, and in his right hand he held a nearly two-foot-eight white-bladed sword.
　If it weren't for the wrinkles on his face and the white hair, no one would have thought he was an old man, because his body was so magnificent.
　In the same way, a young man was standing in front of the old man, holding a sword in his hand.

'Old man. If you strike an unbladed sword, you will die!　I don't mind the old man dying, but I don't want to get in trouble with the police.

　The height of the hateful young man was clearly over six feet tall. He could possibly reach 190.
　Considering his height and his rock-like muscle armor, his weight was lightly over 100 kilograms.
　If this is the face of a ghoulish demon, there are few people who would come close to him. But it's a good thing that he was raised well, because his face, which oozes with warmth and goodness, has something that puts people at ease.

I'm sure you're not the only one. You can kill me?

　The old man snickers.
　The most contempt is just words, and I guess he believes in the power of the young man. The old man's eyes were full of compassion.

'Well?　I've been practicing a fair amount, and it's about time you failed to take my sword and died, right?

Oh, yeah?　Do you think your sword is going to be better than mine?　Very well!　Then you will be exempt from morning practice and you will have my legacy.

　The old man snickered at the young man's words and held his sword in his right eye.

''If the old man dies, there's no exemption from morning practice or shit, right?''

　Grinning, the young man held his nearly three-foot sword in his right eye as well.

'But not bad for an inheritance to come in!

　Two eyes stare into the void. They are unable to focus on where they are looking while keeping their opponent in sight.
　In a kenjutsu match, defense = blocking a sword is impossible. Defense is only considered in kendo matches. The difference between a real fight and a real one is how to cut through the vital point faster and more accurately than the opponent. The mind-set of the first strike to kill is the secret of kenjutsu.
　Therefore, it is necessary to refrain from focusing on the place you are aiming at in order not to be noticed from the eye.

''Whoa!''

Kaaah!

　A breath escaped from their mouths.

　Jaryn!

　The sound of scraping steel echoed, and the moment the two figures crossed paths, red sparks flew.
　They were two meters away, but their positions switched in an instant, and the two men returned their swords to their proper stance again.

''You little shit!　You seriously stabbed my throat from the middle stage!

　The old man closes in on the young man.
　It seems that he has already flown off into oblivion, including the fact that he said he would give his inheritance if he killed him.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of your time with us.

''I have a teacher who taught me to kill even my parents when I crossed swords with them.......I mean, the fact that the sword was scraped means that the old man must have aimed for his throat!

　It may be because of the old man's backhandedness that the young man's tone of voice has become quite piercing.
　It's a good thing that the old man had learned all of his skills since he was a child.
　The old man himself had taught him to be prepared for battle and to draw his sword only when he had to kill his opponent.
　And yet, the old man was angry with the young man for faithfully carrying out the old man's teachings, so it was natural that the young man would feel angry at the unreasonableness of the old man.
　But such a natural point was nothing more than nonsense to the old man, whose blood was on his head.

'Of course!　My technique is one-technique killing!　The only time we cross our blades is when we are ready to kill!

So, hey. You can't use it!　It's not safe. Where in Japan is it going to be used?　That technique. In general, what are you going to do with a disciple when you practice?

　A blue streak appeared on the old man's forehead, as if the young man's supremely natural opinion had fallen on deaf ears.

''Ah, shut up!　All you have to do is practice in silence!

　With a shout, the old man's sword is swung down to the young man.
　It is a slash with enough power to ensure that if the young man fails to receive it, his head will be cut off.

''So!　What the hell are you going to do exchanging lives when it's training!

　Pow!

　The dull sound of the two swords shooting each other echoed in the quiet residential area, and the practice was held in the bamboo forest, which is rare nowadays in the grounds of more than 500 tsubos. The two of them were in good spirits since early in the morning, although they did not bother the surrounding houses.

　Gigi-gigi-gigi........

　The sound of both sides cutting each other's teeth echoes in the bamboo forest.
　An old man and a young man. The winner is gradually going to the young man.
　No matter how much he trained, the old man had no chance in a purely physical contest. He was surprised that the old man had the power to compete with the young man.
　This is a good thing, because it means that you will be able to get the best out of it.

　Sh!

　He must have judged that force would be a disadvantage.
　The old man let go of his left hand from the hilt he was holding with both hands and tried to insert his fingers into the young man's eyes. As expected, the young man pulled his body away from this surprise attack.

'd*mn you!　Don't be a grubby boy at practice!　Good ol' boy!

　The young man's patience must be nearing its end by now. His tone of voice to the old man was becoming dirty.

''Humph. There's no point in practicing without the expectation of a real battle!　Dirty and shitty!

　To the old man, a real battle must be a very dirty thing.
　There is no indication that the old man is not offended by a bare-handed attack during his swordsmanship training. The young man's ability to avoid such a surprise attack may not be normal either.

　Their training must have been in this kind of real battle format for a long time. The old man jumped back and put his sword away and propped it up on a nearby bamboo.
　Then he relaxed his body and stood up naturally.

"Bare hands!　I'll show you that your stupidity is of no use to me!

Okay?　I'll take care of it!　But how can you win a fight against me if you can't win with a sword?

　A sneer came to the young man's mouth. But the old man did not say anything, but signaled with his chin to put his sword away.
　The young man did as he was told, put his sword away and set it up against a tree and turned to face the old man.
　He puts his left fist along his chin and lowers his right hand to cover his midline. The center of gravity is placed on the left foot and the right foot is pointed inward. This stance is an offensive and defensive stance that allows you to use both the kick and the fist, but hides the vital points of the human body.

　Ughhhh.

　Suddenly, the young man's stomach rumbled vigorously.
　He got up at five o'clock in the morning, and one hour has already passed since he started practice. It's natural for his stomach to growl with hunger. But his grandfather is not so lenient as to interrupt his grandson's practice because he is hungry.
(d*mn!　I'm hungry........old man, can we please stop this?
　But the young man's prayers were in vain and the old man's attitude was seamless. It's a very good idea to have a good time. It was obvious that if the young man let go of his tension, he would be attacked at that moment.


I'm not going to let you do that!　The breakfast I've worked so hard to make is going to get cold!

　At that moment, the angel of salvation finally descended on the unhappy young man.

'Totally. What are you two flirting with in the morning?

　Out of the youth's gaze, there was a girl in an apron with her black hair pulled back in a ponytail.
　Is she a little short of 175cm tall? A girl with black eyes that look strong-willed and attractive.
　Kiryu Asuka. That was her name.

'Play?　Like this guy?　Don't do it........

So?　What have you been doing?

Kill each other?

　Oh, my God.

Ouch.....

　Crunch!

What are you talking about?

　As the girl said this, she raised the balls in her hand and threatened to raise them.
　Where did she get it from? The blow to the young man's head would be the otaku she was currently holding up.
　It was truly a lightning fast move.
　The young man's physical abilities are supposed to be very high, yet she struck him with a blow to the head.
　As proof of this, he received the old man's fist, which was unleashed at the moment he was struck by the ladle and almost stoned to death, in the palm of his hand.
(It's really dirty.......this old man.......he's still trying to take advantage of my opening)
　However, the girl's attack was the only thing that was inevitable. Granted, it's still better than that.
　There's a similar thing in an old manga. There's a manga where every time the hero puts his hands on another girl, he gets hit with a hammer.
　In that work, too, there was a strange phenomenon in the manga where the hero is usually able to avoid even bullets, but not the heroine's hammer. Compared to that, it's still better. No matter how strong the young man's body is, if he takes a direct hit from a hammer to the head, he will die.....

Woo hoo. Asuka. Do you enjoy conjugal manzai?

　The source of the young man's beating with his nuts speaks to Asuka with a sullen face.
　There is already not an ounce of the spirit and intimidation that he wore during practice. It's a good-natured old man who can be found anywhere.
(That's why I don't like him.......this old man.)
　To be honest, the young man couldn't follow this gap even though he was his grandfather.

''Grandpa! What are you talking about? I have a boyfriend. Mostly, isn't it Ryoma?

　Asuka turned her meaningful gaze to him.
　He sighed heavily and muttered to himself.
(I'm not kidding. I'm sorry too.)
　But he doesn't have the courage to put his heart into words. I'm sure he understands the nature of his cousin's personality to the point where he doesn't want to.

I'm not going to be able to say that," he said. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm a good friend of yours. You wouldn't do that if you were just a childhood friend, would you?

　The old man persistently engages Asuka.

'We're here because it's not free, okay?　For a $20,000 increase in spending money, to be exact!

　Since it's Asuka, I didn't expect her to make breakfast every morning out of good intentions alone, but it seems she's negotiating with her aunt.
　

Hmm. My family is a money-maker...

　Hearing the old man's mumbling in disgust, a thought goes through the young man's mind.
(By the way, my aunt was also a person who made her fortune through stock trading...)
　That's exactly what I'm saying.

　Kiryu Asuka is a good-looking, smart and clear-headed person. She's friendly and has none of the pretensions that are often associated with beautiful women.
　Her cooking is delicious and her housekeeping is perfect, from cleaning and laundry to mending, and she's not very good at managing money, but that's not a downside if you think she has a good sense of money.
　People say that a woman like her is the ideal, but to the young man it sounds like a joke. Even if they weren't related by blood, he honestly couldn't do it. They say it's true that if you know too much about your childhood, you won't be able to see your partner as a love interest.

''Ahhhh!''

　Suddenly, Asuka looked at the watch in her right hand and shouted loudly.

''I have a morning practice for the archery club, so I'll go now. That's good, Ryoma!　Make sure the dishes are washed properly!

　After saying that, he quickly takes off his apron and runs to the main house.



　The old man said such a thing with a smug look on his face.

'If the old man hadn't teased you, you wouldn't have eaten so much time, would you?

Because you have no respect for the elderly.

　Apparently, there are no two words for remorse in the old man's dictionary.
　He doesn't seem to be able to bear his righteousness either.
　(Totally!　Sometimes I wish I could strangle you...
　It's a real problem.

''Ha~........''

　The young man sighed heavily.

'What is it?'

　He ignored the question and walked out to the main house.
　He wouldn't be Asuka if he had to deal with his grandfather, but he'd run out of time.
　He had to get ready for high school, too.

　Because of this morning's appointment, of course, when he sat down at the table, the breakfast that had been prepared for him was completely cold.


　His name is Mikoshiba Ryoma.
　As you can see, he is a sixteen year old with little luck.
　He takes abuse every morning, borrowing the name of his practice from his grandfather.
　It's been his routine since he can remember, so it's been going on for roughly 12 to 3 years.

　His parents apparently died when he was a child. The reason why they say that is because his grandfather never told him exactly how he died.
　We don't know if he died of illness or accident, and we don't even know his grave.
　There may be a grave somewhere, but he never visited the grave, so he does not know.
　He may be alive somewhere, but to be honest, he wasn't interested in his parents, who aren't here right now.
　Because he thinks it's useless if they don't provide for him, whether he's alive or dead. So of course he's not interested.
　That's why he lives with his grandfather in this quiet residential area in Suginami Ward.

　He has an average face.
　It depends on the person.
　If you say he has a masculine face, it sounds good; if you say he has a thick face, it becomes worse. I guess it's a very Japanese face.
　To put it bluntly, he's fat, but not fat. But it's not fat, it's not fat. The muscles of steel that have been thoroughly trained and narrowed down.
　His arms and legs are as thick as a log, a stark contrast to the thin macho that is so prevalent today.
　His nickname in high school was "Sleeping Bear". He was nicknamed "Sleeping Bear" in high school, a nickname given to him because of his mild-mannered, good-natured face and bear-like body.
　His complexion is an aged face. It's his biggest problem. After all, when he was 16 years old, the people around him told him he looked 25-30. It would be an assessment that would make him fall asleep in shock.
　The only advantage he receives from his aging face is that he can easily buy erotic games in Akihabara and drink as he pleases.
　My grandfather doesn't pay attention to him too much about that. On the contrary, he is only happy if you drink with him at night.

　Because he is such a person, he would never have a girlfriend, of course.
　At home, he was abused by his grandfather in the name of practice, and in high school he was not tortured, but he was not enjoying himself in particular.
　I talk to my classmates to a certain extent, but there's no one I'm particularly close to.
　A high school student with little happiness.
　That was a person named Mikoshiba Ryoma.
　But he still finds a cute girlfriend and marries her someday! He would be thrust into hell on this day during his lunch break, after having mundane dreams such as.