Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

Men, be strong.

I grew up telling my dad that when I was a kid. My father is a raw karate man, and I, my brother, and his underneath brother have been dressed in torso and practicing positive-fist poking since the time I was conceited. Three brothers from Oyama, a karate idiot, and you were famous in the neighborhood.

Men, be strong.

I believed that belief was the right one.

Naturally. In the primary-school age of Kickin 'Cho, if he had the strongest strength in fights with no enemies in his age, he'd get a glimpse from all the boys. With this power my father beat me to death, I won both my right to play football on the ground and basketball in the gym with my fists, and I won a big fight with the guys from other schools over the biggest park in the neighborhood, leading the boys in my class to play baseball.

I was a hero back then. Everyone yearned for my strength, or, I feared. Because I'm strong, because I'm a strong man, I didn't doubt that this fame was earned and deserved.

Men, be strong.

My father's, no, it was totally my belief that the sole wobbled until shortly after I went to middle school? One so-called growing season, a guy taller than me, is starting to show up one after the other.

Nothing, I'm not a chick. But it wasn't particularly big. When arranged in back order, the position is just about in the middle.

It's not a wack where strength is determined by tappa. I have the moves and flesh I've been working out, so I just don't fight and lose with a big guy. But I'm starting to feel clear about what a weight difference is for guys my age.

Boxing and judo, roughly martial arts, are divided by weight. Why? It's settled, because if you weigh differently, that's the only difference you can make that can't be filled with moves.

In the middle of nowhere, I finally realized that I had no talent. It makes me big, it's just that, it's a gift I was born with. That's the first time I've realized that my two younger brothers chased me back.

"... I'm going to take White Ridge School"

In the spring of junior high, I revealed that to the whole family at the table.

"Right."

"Is White Ridge School that famous private school?

"Oh, brother, sugay"

"I wish you were smart, Die."

Neither my father nor my mum disagreed in particular. Rather, I rejoiced that I was ambitious. My two brothers praised me for being at a level where I could get a high deviation White Ridge School, which was awesome. My White Ridge School entrance was recognized and supported by my entire family.

I really wanted you to stop then. I said to my father, "You idiot!" He yelled at me and wanted me to punch him. I wanted my brothers to curse me, "Are you running away from karate?"

Men, be strong.

That belief has already fallen in me. I'm a man, but I was trying to be strong... because I realized I couldn't be strong. So I fled to school. Literary martial arts, what a nice hiding place in front of the building.

Doesn't a man have to be strong? Why, nobody stops me, nobody's angry at me for this pathetic, weak body of mine. Now I spend more time studying for exams than practicing karate.

I don't care about studying. What a retard. However, I should have been strong, stronger and wanted to be...

- It's not cold.

White Ridge School exam day. When I left the business hotel where I was staying early in the morning, the cold stained me. My place was warmer.

"Damn, what are you thinking about being a bitch? If I did, I'd live here alone."

No, I'll definitely take it. White Ridge School on the run from strength, but to my family and my classmates, I've been raving about taking this place. Run with words. At the very least, I want to protect that much manhood.

So prepared, I headed to White Ridge School.

In the course of yesterday, I have also finished looking down. There's definitely time for the bus. Without any mistakes or trouble, I arrived at the school gate on schedule.

In front of the school gate, it is already busy with many students. Fine, the famous White Ridge School. Not only local students, but from various places, different guys are coming to take it. It's just the guys in uniform I've never seen.

But you can't lose. Because you're all competitors. I'm here to win.

"Wow... I can't sleep..."

A sloppy stretch and voice reached my ear that watered my fighting spirit as it burned quietly. Hey Konoyaro, when people are jerking off... as I stand frustrated, I stare at that lackluster.

"- Huh!?

Whoa, good-looking guy...... my glaring eyes will nail it just like that. He was so much of a man.

Hey, what is he, really the same middle school kid, not the usual color?

He's a big man. No, it's not just big, I'm working out pretty good. Besides working out, its flesh is blessed. It was a force, an overwhelming force, hidden in the body of the Soytes, which I felt helpless.

Thick chest plate with gashy reverse triangular shoulder lines. But it just doesn't look like a macho meat Dharma because of the slurry and long legs. It's like a Hollywood action star, Japanese away from style.

Her hair is blonde, but she is not Japanese because of her face. Still, he's a hell of a man. If the blonde was teasing the big yawn, he'd just seem like a sloppy asshole yankee, but when the guy's doing it, it's like a movie scene. True, it was so full of charm that I couldn't help but notice.

"Ryuichi"

And, are you a friend, the man I was staring at, that's what they called him, and he turned to his voice.

"Ooh, Yudo."

"Good, you were here right"

"Well. Now, if you're a stroke, you can't dress like a boulder."

"But I think Ryuichi can do it anywhere."

"You want me to fall."

"No way. Let's take it together"

A friend of mine laughing like that was a hell of a beauty.

Oh, come on, what, is this guy gobbling around in the city? You're lying, I've never seen those guys lined up in a TV drama.

Maybe I can't stand the pressure of the exam and even dream about it.

While they were thinking such a dumb thing, they walked away to the school building.

"... Ryuichi, you mean, he"

The big blonde is Ryuichi. My friend Idol, Yudo, was it?

As for preference, it's Ryuichi - what is it, preference?

Wait, relax, I'm not a faggot. I have no intention of doing that.

It's just that when you see an ideal strong, cool guy like I dreamed of, you have feelings that you can't help but admire... oh, shit, not if you're thinking extra!

"Phew."

Take a deep breath, spiritual unity.

While I'm thinking of it as Gudagda, if I realize it, I'm already sitting in the classroom at the exam venue. In less than five minutes, the exam begins.

Finally, it's the real deal. I did everything I could. And then, be manly and square, let's take it!

"Ugh, please, please..."

Damn, my neighbor's little one is praying feminine throughout this period, distracting.

If you're a woman, or a woman, well, I can't help it... That's why he's wearing a school-run. You're the man.

The other side is confusing, man or woman or elementary school. You're not half-haired on a man's ass. I'm such a weak guy, it's irritating just to see...

"Now, start the exam"

Chickshaw, if this falls, I'll curse you, you little prick!

"... ha"

Successfully, the study was completed. It was a great distraction at first, but if it had started, it wouldn't have been long before it was over.

It was handy. I think we have been able to deliver the results of our efforts so far. If this didn't work, I could only be convinced that my strength was up until then.

"- Oh, it's over. I'll take the Shinkansen tomorrow morning in Ichi, and I'll be right back."

In the meantime, I walk to the hotel where I'm staying while reporting to my parents. Now that it's evening, it's not as cold as in the morning, but still, it's not cold...

"Wow! Or don't!

What sounded unexpected was the voice of a pitiful man. If it wasn't for my empty ear. Oh, I think I heard it coming from the alley right over there.

"Hey, you're the guy who came to take Omei White Ridge, right?

"That uniform, it's not local."

"So come on, you got a little penny and you're here, huh?

Looking through, what a spectacular sight of a cuttlefish was spreading.

A threesome of wind, such as how bad it is, surrounds fat men. Seeing from the dialogue, they stepped on that if they were a student who came to Tokyo, they would have a small sum of money, and they were involved.

"Ugh... su, sorry, forgive me, seriously..."

"Come on, get so freaked out"

"Don't worry, I'll leave you with the train bill when you get home."

"So, come on, fatso - orah!

One of the Yankees was feeding his knee kick to the fat man. No big momentum, no weight on it, lousy knee kick, but the fat guy was groaning like he was going to suffer.

Damn, he's pathetic. Body sagging is heart sagging. Just because he's fat, I can tell he's spoofed.

"Hey, keep it around, Temei et al."

I hate sloppy guys, but I hate gut-bent guys like herds and lizards more.

"Ah? What is it?"

"Who is it, Temei?"

"Are you friends with this fat guy?

"Let it go. Get lost, you Yankee bastards!

My straightforward provocative words change the vibe of the three people who were laughing hella.

"What, jerking off? Are you crazy?

"Omei's not the guy around here either. I don't know who you're fighting with."

"I'm so pretty, it's been a long time..."

All three of them fly cancer at all costs.

Caution turned to me, and the fat man involved was running away with a dash. Unexpectedly, he's a good driver. I'm not saying I'm ungrateful.

"I'm gonna fuck this bald guy."

"You're not bald, you're a kid. Are your eyes rotten?"

One of the three entered. Shortness, you feel more confident in fights than that. Well, he's the tallest of the three, and he's definitely bigger than me.

But you're in a hyorous shape and you don't look like you're working out so much.

"... you, are you doing karate?

"Are you freaking out now, Yankee?"

Look at me already, Yankee says. Even if it's not a stupid defect, can you guess if you look at this structure?

"Can't a guy who's fighting if he gets his hands on an amateur, right?

"Oh, my God, you're already worried about me when I got bumped."

I'm a black belt all the time, and of course, if you find out about the fight, it's a lot of shit. If I suck, even if I pass White Ridge School, I cancel it, for God's sake...... but I'm a man too. You've come this far and you don't have a way out.

"Seriously, don't get annoyed, you bald... I'll kill you, I'll seriously kill you"

That said, the Yankee pulled out the knife.

Butterfly knife. It's the smallest blade, but it's real. If you touch it, your skin will cut off, and if you poke it, it will sting easily.

Shit, man, he's crazier than I thought he was gonna take out a blade.

"Temei, seriously, I don't want to kill you"

The Yankee comes stuffing his way with Jiriziri as he flickers the knife he grips in his right hand.

I have no experience with boulders with blades.

Chickshaw, you're freaking out... you're just a dick knife. My karate will beat such a lewd Yankee bastard!

But even with a knife like that, if it's a bad hit, it really dies.

I could die. It's not just a fight anymore, death fight.

Can you win? I... ran away from karate. I don't know if I can really win.

"Olah!"

"Huh!?

In front of me, a blade of butterfly knife with a giraffe crosses.

Dangerous, critical and avoid,

"Shah!"

On your feet, shock and dull pain run! What, damn, you got kicked!?

"Grr!?

Your body shakes at unexpected damage. But not enough to fall. Rebuild your posture,

"Shah! Rah!

"Knock."

I can pull my hips off the bump and the knife that swings in front of me. In a half-collapsed position, the same blade wielded a single hit special, and I couldn't move, as usual.

"Shaolah!"

"Gu Hu!"

And then I get another painful kick in the leg, and finally I'm robbed of my down. d I fell all the way down to the cold ground, at the same time, a kick of pursuit just pops into my belly.

"Ugh... kuh..."

"Ola, die! Die, bald man!

A kick that stays down and gets slapped over and over again. His stomach was kicked in the face, gutted, and stomped... still, it never stops. This isn't a game, it's a fight, so naturally...

"Hoo, weak, weak, weak. He's just a bald bastard with a mouth, haha!

There was no way I could have said anything more, such as a dialogue of prestigious provocations.

Weak. Sure, you're right. I can't say I'm strong enough to expose myself to this... Chickshaw, you're freaking out about a knife.

This Yankee wasn't willing to stab him with a knife. I notice now. He was waving a knife at this lookout and creating a gap between them. That's the way of war.

By turning my attention to the knife that swings in front of me, he slaps the low kick at his feet as galloping empty as he wants.

In such a cheap way, I've eaten a kick twice, and I'm too damn down. It was so much my loss that there was no excuse.

"Ugh... damn..."

"Hey, he looks like a White Ridge student, too, huh?

"I'll take it for you, Fatty."

"What are you talking about, this baldness is unforgivable only with money"

The Yankee bastards started fishing my nose and bags on their own, saying whatever they wanted. But I didn't have the strength or the temper to fight back anymore.

"Well, are you feeling any better?

"Let's just fold your front teeth."

"Whoa, smartphone found! That's right, take his full chin and send it to everyone. Write something for the exam."

"Buha, fine! That's good!"

"Seriously, bastard! I wouldn't live if they did that."

I hear their nasty laughter, and I go to war. I'm not going to cry over some pain more than I'm doing a martial arts called karate. But fuck, you're kidding, you guys, don't!

"Whoa, take it off quickly!

"Hey, I'm done."

"I can't help it, you guys hold your legs for a second"

"No, don't... don't..."

If we can keep it down by ourselves, we can't resist a lot. The belt was removed and the slack was forced down.

"Gentlemen, you should stop there already."

The voice of a man who often walked by echoed.

Good, help came! At the same time I think so, I have a tremendous aversion. How pitiful...

"Oh? Who is it now?"

"It just takes a street. But I can't seem to overlook the situation a little bit. I've already called the police, and I think you should go somewhere soon."

"Police? Huh, you're an asshole. You scared the shit out of Polly and you can do this."

"Temei's not a local either. You don't even know we're black tall."

I don't know what bottom high school it is, but he and the others are usually crazy enough to bring up knives in fights. I called the police, to what extent, I don't think I'm going to pull back heavily.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but do I have to exercise my powers?"

You know the Yankees don't seem to retreat, but neither did the man.

"Whoa, what, you quit too?

"Be careful, Koz. You're better than this bald guy."

"Ha, don't lick it, the fight isn't Gatai - it's not"

You're in good shape for knocking me down, even if that knife bastard once again moves forward.

Yes, the man who came in to help,

"I do judo. Amateurs like you can't win."

It doesn't seem like it's just a haunt. Like Yankee said, he's pretty good at gatai. He's pretty tall, and he's wide. Big man like a bear. That, too, didn't just get big. Working out. Quite, maybe, a lot more than I do.

From what I've seen, he's obviously older than me with thin round glasses that look serene. A high school student, no, maybe a college student.

"Ha, Judo is next in karate. Fine, knock Temei down too, it's going to be foiled!

With a powerful scream, I still pulled out the butterfly knife.

That's right, even when it comes to doing martial arts, it's another matter of whether you can fight your opponent with a blade. In modern times, martial arts are just a form of sport...

"Hmm, if they bring out a knife, there's no way to cut the chill. Are you ready for this?

"Idiot! Ready teme hey - ooh!?

Maybe the knife guy was headed for the Judo guy, trying to get close. But with that first step I ran out, my leg stops.

It's not as if we can still reach each other. Even so, the knife bastard exclaimed.

An attack flew in from outside in time. Ranged attack.

In short, Judo was throwing stones.

"Behold, Temeye, what are you throwing stones at!?

"It's not dirty, Judo. What's wrong, Oi!

"What are you talking about, is this a fight? No rules. If you want to use a knife, you can throw a stone."

With a gentle smiling look on his face, the Judo man approached the knife bastard with a stone in his head and curled, grabbing his collar.

"So let's meet your expectations and show some judo moves"

Until brilliant, back throw.

The knife bastard was beautifully slapped from his back onto the asphalt road surface. On this hard ground, without even being passive to Loc... how powerful is it, even I'm frightened.

"Hey, hey... hey..."

The knife bastard was leaking a strange breathing noise as he pampered his mouth like a goldfish. I know, I'm in pretty bad shape.

"So, which one of you will be next?

"Hey, nasty."

"Yabeye, you bastard."

The two Yankees were totally freaked out when they saw their pals who were flashly in return. Loss of will can be seen at a glance.

"Hmm, if you don't feel like jerking off, why don't you just take him and disperse. It's true you called the cops, and if you're guzzled, you're in trouble."

More than that, I guess even Yankees thought to boulders that I would just look at the painful meh even if I was mean. The two walked away across the alley, supporting a painfully groaning knife man.

"Are you okay? That was close."

Big, strong, successful. Someone who embodies what I wanted, a strong man, helped me, and I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart, I regret it... but I'm happy somewhere.

I'm sure I lost my knife guy so badly, I lost my man's pride, my will, that kind of thing at this time.

So it must have been fate to meet this Judo man, who was helped at that time.

Guizhi Sugino, his name and the fact that he was actually a student my age, was when he was reunited at the entrance ceremony at Sakura Mai Shirai School.