Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

The drifting shelter away from Colorful Flowers' house was on its way to a certain place.

Quiet residential area with plenty of twilight. The path I haven't felt in a long time. Turning the corner of the block wall in nostalgia,

(...... n)

There were shadows coming from the other side.

Lower your gaze slightly and make a mistake early.

……

After making a mistake, Lifeguard looks back.

The person was a big foreigner. Am I American? The color of short hair illuminated by street lights is gold. She is about twenties old. Sometimes I'm weaving a warm looking down jacket, and it's stuffy as if it's a bear or something.

(... that's big. Lagerman or something? Perhaps more of a martial arts, Sen...)

I'm not just tall. It's thick. It clearly draws a line with that of an amateur, such as a large thigh wrapped in jeans.

I couldn't help but hear myself speaking English like "My God" or "Absence". The hindsight also looks somewhat soggy.

(Such a foreigner in a country with nothing like this...... that's unusual. You know, there's been an increase lately?

Nevertheless, it would still stand out to take Belgrette with you.

He kept walking silently with that in mind and immediately reached the front of the building of his purpose.

No weirdness whatsoever, a bungalow with a wooden tile roof. Old buildings that are going to break if they even come in a typhoon. Wuyue "Tatsuki" Liu Karate Dojo, a training venue that has been going through for ten years, with signs written on it.

- It is.

(... hmmm...?

There are no lights leaking from the inside, and I can't feel people's signs. The old Japanese houses are completely assimilated to the darkness around them.

(It's... Monday, isn't it? I'm not supposed to be on vacation...?

Closed days are basically Tuesday and Friday. Opening at 10 a.m. and closing at 7 p.m. It should still be open this time of year.

(No way... finally crushed or something...?

Originally, there were few gatekeepers. I never wondered if this dojo would be okay now that the sluggish economic situation continues......

In the meantime, I'll go into the premises and try to move on to the front door.

"... hmm?

I went as far as I could see and noticed a giant sticker on the glass door. Eyes gaze in the faint streetlight light and follow its text, which is handwritten by a brush.

"We are going on a journey, so the Wuyue Liu Karate Dojo will be closed for a while. One Mountain Ten Rivers'

The masterpiece I did and gained momentum was definitely ours.

"... yep..."

I had accidentally spoken to my voice.

(A journey... Well, it sounds like that guy...... maybe he should)

The doorman, who was no longer on the verge of extinction, must have thought, "Well, I'm Dr. One-Mountain."

One mountain, ten rivers.

Lord of this dojo, Master of Refuge.

Seventy should be at a worse age than midway this year, but if I do it and I'm sensitive to fashion. I have popular products featured on TV and so on at some point, my phone replaces every time a new one comes out - and so on, it is a vitality grandfather.

Later, I like women because of their deceitful personality. Colorful flowers, who were visiting the dojo with Lifeguard, are familiar with each other for a decade, but from around the time they stopped attending high school,

"Colorful flowers are completely different. Have you already worn fancy pants or something? Hmm? Why don't you sneak up on Grandpa and tell him?

"I'm sorry, Doctor. Let me call you in. (Full smile)"

"Wait! None now, then! I won't spend the rest of my life in a cage......!

Exchanges such as these were also being exchanged.

Yeah, I knew you'd better die. That twitch.

Renew such thoughts.

(... but)

On the other hand, as a samurai, there was something bottomless.

I've never been able to take one from that weird old man at a time. If we really fought each other, how many seconds can I hold out to fulfill? Every time I get older, I even think that I'm growing rather than fading. I couldn't even feel the dust, such as signs of dullness.

I bought a mountain that I wanted to protect myself from, but the skill of that person was no longer out of the ordinary track. Sometimes I couldn't touch a finger without joking.

He said,

"When things are going well, here's the thing... I can see the white light muscles. This is how the opponent's attack comes here. There's like a teaser line running in the air. Soon after that, the attack will actually fly."

You were the founder of Aikido, and you were full of great things.

(Naturally, I was close to you... There's a strong carajizzi like coming out of a manga...)

And most importantly,

Appearance.

That old man sometimes gave me a peek at strange looks. It's like a nocturnal surface with joy, like a night fork surface reminiscent of ghosts - speaking emotions more eloquently than expressions, 'something'.

"Refuge. One day, you'll be my... '

"I find it for this reason, hang it on my hand salt and grow it. - I'm so sorry you killed me."

- Please, shield me.

Was that in elementary school? Fall in by fierce training, in a half-hearted consciousness. Those grunted words of "face" looking down at this one remain blurred in my brain.

(I wonder what that guy wanted from me...)

- Be strong, shield yourself. Hand the "madness" of sleeping in it - sooner or later, enough to stand in front of the eagle '

The face I peered into was invisible with backlight. I wonder what he looked like.

The obvious karate 'outside' technique applied to this body.

Means considered irregular if in the right place, such as eye piercing, nasal tearing, tooth crushing, finger pulling, nail return, projection -. And... a bunch of forbidden hands like Bowmetz, Hihanachi, Hakkou, etc. that only seem to kill the subject.

I learned a long time under that division, gained knowledge of various martial arts, and have noticed.

The Ten Rivers of One Mountain is not a karate house.

Until I get tired of it, it's "someone who also uses karate".

The underlying technology must be karate, but there is something about its essence - it feels like something else is mixed up. In the first place, he is such a monster as to publicly proclaim that "the ground is a weapon" and so on to obtain throwing moves. When practicing in "Anything," he was an old man who would gladly grab me.

(I'm going to put a big outside pruning or something on the counter to the positive fist...)

What kind of dojo are you opening?

It's like a human being who is inherently dealing with another technology is handing off karate, which is one end of it. I began to gain in-depth experience myself, and that impression intensified.

(I used to be a mercenary in the Middle East or something when I was younger, what a rumor... I don't know - battlefield martial arts or something...?

It's unknown because we didn't try to talk about the past at all, but whatever we were doing, it wasn't weird, he was an old man who wrapped up an extraordinary atmosphere.

Together, the Ten Rivers of One Mountain are absent as they embark on a journey according to stickers.

(hmm... did you even go to your wife...?

This old man, for once, is a married man - a 'story'. Separated, 'Apparently' his wife lives more in Kumamoto. Yes, I've never seen her before.

(Um, there's also the possibility of Air daughter-in-law... well, no. And then... maybe he's gone to look for me...? No, hey)

I've noticed it here late.

Stream protection went missing, and in the meantime a large number of emails were being sent to my cell phone. Think of it there, not a single one arrived from this master.

(You're using the latest device, can you send one of the emails to your missing apprentice ~? You monster!

I'm not being evil from the bottom of my heart.

I even felt an inner manifestation that that master would somehow have felt that was natural, and I'm not worried enough to contact him seriously - that is, that's all I believe in disciples. In fact, this is how drift protection lives in a breath disaster.

- That. The last time I snuck in to see what was going on at the dojo, he was a doorman boy, but I couldn't help but be absent while it was closed.

(..., if you are a master...)

It is that sudden character. I even thought that if I told you everything on the phone, you would even accept me talking about different worlds.

... Still.

……

I've already decided to leave this world.

I don't know what that master wanted from me.

Just.

Never come back here again. There's no matching with that master. I mean - I can't respond to a teacher's request.

At the end of the day, Liu Shi cut a cross with "Shinobu" toward the building.

…………

This isn't just a place that dawned on practice. It is also a place filled with memories with masters, gatekeepers and colorful flowers. I've been used to it since I was a kid, and it was a playground.

Having seen flowers in the warm spring, under the cherry blossoms in the garden. That it cooled on the edge while eating watermelon in the hot summer. Calm autumn, baked potatoes with gathered fallen leaves. Having made a small snowman out of snow in a chilled winter.

Even if you don't, the days of the decade you've spent with everyone here come to your chest...

"... and go...!

I wiped my fingers of what came to my head, and the drift shelter left the dojo early enough.