The Traveling Hero Won’t Let the Innkeeper’s Son Escape

A room of about thirty tatami tatami. The floor was covered with a blue mattress, one side of the wall was fully glazed, the ceiling had a hook where something could be put on, the entrance was made of clear glass except part of it, there was a peek inside from the street, and behind the room there was a door.

More than ten children dressed in white in that room repeated the same body movements in a row with a loud hanging voice. They are all equally serious and indulge in moving their bodies by forgetting to wipe their sweats.

I looked at it a little further away.

"... hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

He slapped me on the shoulder a little harder, and the feeling of being depressed became clear.

When I look to the side, I notice an unclear face, somewhere I remember, looking up at me from the bottom. For a moment I thought you were a little bit of a good guy at that neck angle, but I look at your feet and realize that my vision is in a higher position than usual. I realized that the guy next door wasn't small, he was tall.

"Hey Takashi. What's wrong, blubbering?

"Ha, kame......?

"Dude, did too much practice finally blow your head circuit off? That's why I always tell you not to overpack your roots. We have an important deal tomorrow, okay? You, are you okay with that? You want me to take your place?

The man next door laughs as he says something that neither jokes nor takes seriously. I felt that the way I laughed was a little distorted, but that expression brings back memories.

"Ah... Akashi?

"Ah? What's wrong?

"Uh... no... Akashi, right?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who Don't forget a man like you who's such a good man and makes you a friend to a hot bastard like you!

At the same time, there was a strong kick in the calf. Thanks to his own body that is as disappointed as a giant tree, he never felt more melancholy or painful, but it is not a kick that the black belt level of karate releases for the purpose of screwing others. The average person usually has a knee on the spot. But Akashi doesn't care about anything. It comes over and over again. "Stop it because it hurts," I said, finally stopping me from kicking it while I laughed. But he didn't seem to think it was bad at all. Instead, he said, "I'm not even scared of you. It's really fun. Next time you're kicking me into practice," he says. I just think you're totally fooling around.

(Akashi was such a bad character......? What... what is this place...)

So for the first time, "Takashi" was clearly aware of where he was.

Sunday evening, away from the dojo of my parents in the countryside, a room in another urban karate class entered at the recommendation of a company colleague. I had just watched the evening children's karate with Akashi, a friend and mentor as well, because he was qualified as a mentor. Akashi is a colleague of the company, he is from the same sales department, and there is a good chance that he will snag because of it. It can also be Akashi who recommended karate classes here.

(What, don't blur your head about something... I think I lived in a small village in the back of the mountain... my parents were usually all over the city, even though they were in the country... what the hell?

I felt that the two memories were mixed up, but I wasn't sure.

I've been out of the city for nearly a decade to get a job, and I'm completely used to living alone, so much so that I feel this life suits my skin better than my parents'. Even the company that entered as a new graduate could be promoted quite well as sales, and a few years ago the chief was approached shortly by the assistant manager. The newly entered karate class is doing well, and my teacher can trust me, so that I can use it as a mentor faster than Akashi. This is how I am now in a position to teach my children to practice.

This far looks like a smooth sail. But Takashi had one problem.

(I can't believe I was a beautiful young man... what a delusion that brought my aspirations to the forefront...)

Seeing himself in a mirror on one side of the wall, Takashi sighed small.

Slightly taller than the average height of Japan next door, Akashi's head is long enough to be about half the height of his face. Two children line up just enough body width, arms as thick as a tree trunk, and legs disappointing. As a student, the boy stopped and now has a haircut, and a low, hard to hear voice that feels intimidated when it suits him perfectly. The atmosphere of terrorizing women simply by standing was the exact opposite of the youth who were moving in paranoia. It's the same hot, element-free look.

(Well, I almost gave up my marriage already...)

I've been breaking in love for over a decade. I used to look forward without giving up, but where thirty was approaching, giving up gradually was better than giving up. Synchronous people were married all the time, and it was normal to have a girlfriend with them for years, even if they weren't. Or the kind you're unwilling to marry from the beginning. Instead of belonging to any of them, it is becoming a routine to be laughed at from Akashi every time a drink is held with a filial servant who has never held hands with a woman. Even if there is a woman who responds normally rarely, she is immediately distanced for some reason. Because I talk to Akashi a lot, it is possible that I have been distracted from what happened when I was a student. But it's too late to regret that I shouldn't have told Akashi.

Anyway, I've been tired of chasing him lately.

As Takashi sighed at herself unchanged since she was a student, there were signs that the entrance door would open. When the kids finished their time today, I went into the adult ministry, and I thought I might be a participant in it, and I looked back - there was a woman standing there who I had never seen before. I'm not the mother who picked up the kids, or the woman who goes to the adult section of the classroom.

"You're a woman I've never seen. Are you a tourist? Even so, you're beautiful, maybe a half?

I can hear such an inspiring voice from Akashi next door.

The woman who did come in was very beautiful. When I was in my early twenties, I stretched my lightly pigmented golden hair to my shoulders, and I could tell that the color of my eyes was not the same as the Japanese. He also has a mouth in his eyes and nose and, as Akashi put it, he has a half-like face with the Europeans and Americans. A white blouse, wrapped in a watery stall, and a light yellow green knee-length skirt look good. I stared at the strange charm that I rarely saw without thinking of filial piety, and I panicked and turned away. If they see each other, they'll threaten you.

Akashi, you may be a tourist, so go.

"Ah? Me pass."

"What?"

If a female tourist or experiential student arrives, Akashi is basically asked to speak up. Akashi seems to make a good impression because he has a neat face there, and because he has a good mouth for the sales profession again, he relieves tension. When you are filial, you have a ten percent chance of being threatened. Conversely, Takashi is good because when a man calls out when he comes, he can make expectations that 'this karate dojo is going to make him stronger'.

"You can't just pass like that."

"It's a pain in the ass. And you don't like halves."

"No, it's not a matter of preference or anything. More or less, you, the previous girlfriend, was a half."

"I don't care about that. Anyway, I'm a pain in the ass. I'm a pass. You go."

So Akashi slapped Takashi on his back.

Usually Akashi turns to himself before Takashi says so. Akashi likes women, and she's the type who changes all the time. So I won't refuse to go to the beauty unless there's more to it. So rare - I even felt creepy through it.

"Hurry up. You're gonna miss the gold."

"Don't put it that way. Besides, if I go, I'll be scared for sure………………"

"You know what? Go. Or what? You're giving me orders, aren't you?

"…… I'm not."

Akashi's tyrannical attitude is usual. It's good on the outside, but I know that I have a bad personality within my people. Still, I don't have any friends anymore because my parents are quite bourgeoisie and get a whimsical and tasty spill. Takashi has never benefited from such a thing, but because the company and karate classes are the same, it is deeply involved and difficult to keep a distance. Even though I thought I was bad at it, I couldn't refuse it violently, and I still had a relationship.

In the end he sighed, but Takashi had no choice but to turn to the woman. I wondered how I could not be threatened along the way or not smell it in the first place, but if I got here, everything would be slow.

"Oh, is that a tour............?

"…………!

Takashi gave herself a distance as she bent over and spoke softly, calling out to the woman, but when she put Takashi into her sight, she drew her face for a moment. Probably not something I'm doing consciously, but while I was heartbroken by the obviously frightening look on my face, I worried, 'I hope you won't run away'. By the way, they've done the same thing about the last three times and got away with it.

But the worry ended.

"Ah... um... oh... I, to the art of escort, learned karate, wanted to"

Very rarely, she showed fright but gave a firm answer to the words of filial piety. I sigh of inner relief at the way it is, and I am thrilled to say, "You're a good boy." Beautiful. Yeah, I just think humans are made to deal normally with strong faces like filial piety. Because when it's terrible, you can scream and get away with it even though you haven't done anything.

"If that's the case, please go inside. It's children's time now, but please sit in your chair and visit. If you have time, there will be an adult ministry after this."

"Ah...... yes"

Whether it was a good idea to take a distance or give in, her face was slightly drawn, but the woman came into the dojo as Takashi advised. When he came to the end avoiding the children practicing, he advised him to take out the pipe chair that was reserved for tourists.

The woman slowly sat back and began to look at the practice landscape of the children. To the expression of curiosity, I thought you might have been interested in karate because you said you were a protective technique.

(You're a tall, well-styled woman......)

I came close and noticed, but she was also quite tall. It would be smaller than Akashi but considerably larger in women. My hands and feet are thin and softened, and I have the overall impression that they are flaky. If I had been a filial in my youth, I would have gone on gunning without hesitation. Of course, that mood is almost broken now, and I don't do anything about it because I know that going on with cancer over the years will pull me off all at once.

Takashi called out to the teacher and asked him to fill out the tour form, returning to the woman.

"Um, I'm sorry, can I ask you to fill this out?

When I told her I didn't have to fill out the fields I didn't want to write, the woman seemed a little hesitant, but she started filling me in. While questioning Akashi, who said she was a female tourist but rarely stopped by, she gave herself up to the woman that it was over and received the documents.

(Hikaru Miyamoto.) You're totally Japanese)

I thought it was a very half-like name because the face was separated from the Japanese, but it was a common Japanese name. However, I thought that the name "light" suited the atmosphere very well so that it would shine with her flashes.

With that in mind, a woman - the light - called out to me as I was making sure that there was an important entry in the document.

"Um, are you a mentor here or something?

"Ah, yes. I say Takashi Tanisaki."

When Takashi introduced herself, the light gave her a slightly surprised face for a moment, but she immediately smiled beautifully. On that smile comes a feeling that I thought I was dead, and I'm thrilled. As Takashi remembers, this is repeated as' this is normal '. Don't get me wrong about a woman's smile. But as at the beginning, he was no longer frightened of filial piety, and there he was relieved.

"I, Hikaru Miyamoto. Thank you for your guidance."

"Ah, Yes. We'd love to have you join us."

"Ah... there you go first. Excuse me."

You realize you've said weird things yourself, or the light dyes your face red and makes you laugh. The expression was very novel, and I felt a lot better - but when I saw the age box I had filled in, I tightened myself up. He looked grown up but the light was nearly ten years younger. If you're bad, you're a student. From her point of view, she's an old man. It would make me sick if I was deleading. I don't want such beautiful and good kids to have eyes that look at caterpillars.

'It's a little hot,' said Takashi as he thought about it, removing the stall he had wrapped around his neck laughing as the light deluded. The neck is exposed and the clavicle is visible.

(Oh, fuck……………………………)

At that time, Takashi noticed a strange discomfort. Takashi, who had learned a lot of martial arts and seriously continued to work out, not just karate, kept seeing how the moving human body was. It is also to enhance oneself and to provide guidance to children.

That's why I know.

(She, is…………)

The dazzling white filled my sight...