Chapter 47 – Traces on Miyuki
Friday before the weekend, time for non-activity.
Miyuki stood on tiptoe behind me, who was staring at her cell phone.
Looking over her shoulder to see what I was doing, she asked.
“Why are you buying a barbecue machine? Do you want to grill meat at home?”
“Uh. They say this became yakitori.”
“Why yakitori all of a sudden?”
“It’s what you like.”
When I dare to mention yakitori, I mean let’s eat together later.
Miyuki’s head lowered shyly when she realized the meaning behind my words.
Since the day we slept together, Miyuki was looking at me again and again and his face was red.
It used to be like that, but the frequency has increased.
I’ll stay there for a while
You will think of sleeping with me every rainy day.
“I… Matsuda-kun.”
Her call that twisted her body.
I answered by inserting my cell phone.
“Why.”
“I finished very late today due to preparations for the cultural festival… I have to rent a gym and decorate it.”
“Already?”
“It’s not already, but it’s too late to start now… So go first after club activities are over.”
That wasn’t a pretentious comment, hoping for an answer to wait, it was sincere.
I thought it would be over around eight or nine o’clock…
Waiting at school until then is over, I have to pick it up on time.
“I’ll come pick you up, so call me 20 minutes before closing then.”
“Even if you don’t…”
“Noisy, contact me.”
“…. Okay…”
Reluctantly answering, Miyuki’s eyes widened.
She said, taking my bangs with her forefinger and brushing it from top to bottom on her.
“Her hair was a bit long.”
“I don’t cut.”
“Who said what? It just fits…”
Miyuki carefully arranges my bangs.
Watching her silently, I raised the corner of her mouth on one side of her.
“Hey, Miyuki.”
“Yes?”
“Do you want to sleep at my house today?”
Miyuki’s fingers stopped abruptly while gripping the middle of my bangs.
Her eyes, which widened to the limit up and down, blinked once.
“Today…?”
The speed at which she regains her composure is much faster than when I asked her to go to bed a few days ago.
I said as I grabbed Miyuki’s wrist and put it down.
“Wake up, get some rest, and let’s watch a Jojo movie together. I’ll take you home after that What do you think?”
“Oh that…”
Once is hard, twice is easy.
Aren’t you keen too? I know everything.
If it’s burdensome to agree, can you give me a reason?
I should.
“You haven’t given me the clothes you wore last time.”
“I was going to give it to you on the weekend…!”
“Go to sleep while you give.”
“I have to stop by the house to get it…”
“You can stop by.”
“…..”
Miyuki munched her mouth as if something was creeping on her.
She hesitated for a while before speaking in a creeping voice.
“Mom and Dad know the model of Matsuda-kun’s car, but if Matsuda-kun’s car is parked in front of the house, they will be suspicious… So…”
“So?”
“Mmm, far… Put it far away… Okay?”
There was a small anticipation in Miyuki’s eyes as she asked with her blushing face.
After her warm smile, I let go of her wrist and stretched her as if refreshing.
“Okay.”
**
Is the foot posture of the upper phase different from that of the middle phase, is the right foot in the back and the left foot in front?
As hitting with the left hand is the norm, it’s to further increase her range.
While looking for a lecture on upper class on my cell phone, I stuck my head out from the top of the hill.
No one is here. Perfect situation to practice alone.
Let’s do a little bit before Chinami comes.
I lifted my bamboo sword over my head and took a clumsy top position, and I tried push-walking.
In push-walking, the basic step is to move the foot in the direction you want to move first.
I keep that in mind and play with my feet slowly, and it works well.
How should I hit?
The upper level mainly consists of fast attack speed and exciting strikes.
To increase speed and destructive power…
‘Great.’
I followed the movement exactly as it was being drawn in my head.
“Suck!”
Inhaling and then exhaling, he pushed his right foot all the way to the floor and took a big step with his left foot.
Then, as the strength went in from the hip to the thigh, the left foot was lifted heavy and then slammed down with great force to the floor.
At the same time, let’s strike down the bamboo sword we were holding,
Whoa-! Thud!
Along with the sound of splitting wind, a heavy sound echoed across the floor.
‘Is it done?’
It seems to be similar to Sang Sang-se’s haircut seen in the video, but I can’t tell if I did it right or wrong because no one is watching.
Enduring the sharp pain rising from my left foot, I tried to try another attack from the foot roll.
But,
“Ahh!?”
Hearing Chinami’s alarmed cry from behind, he had no choice but to stop.
I hurriedly loosened my posture and scratched her head as the wide-eyed Chinami strode towards her.
“Looks like you’ve cleaned the bamboo sword.”
“It’s all cleaned up! By the way, junior Matsuda! What are you doing now!?”
I’ll have to take off the shichimi first.
“I practiced as usual.”
“As usual…? That’s strange. As usual, junior Matsuda should have practiced in the middle of the day. But I definitely think I saw a junior who took the top tax, right?”
“Isn’t it?”
“No? Isn’t it? Surely it was at the top?”
“It is strange. Couldn’t you see it wrong?”
“Kouhai Matsuda…! Are you trying to lie to me!?”
Chinami presses me with her hand on my waist.
She seems to want to appear stern, but her face is so gentle, her small stature, and her tone so dapper that there is no sense of intimidation at all.
I have to be honest with Kim.
I spoke with a bamboo sword mounted on my waist.
“In fact, what Master saw is correct.”
“As expected!?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve told you many times not to, so why don’t you listen?”
“Yeah… Because you want to?”
“…..”
She puts on an expression of amazement at my nonchalant circular reasoning.
I sneaked up close to her Chinami and opened her mouth while looking down at her.
“No matter how important the basics are, I think it is also important to be interested. It’s boring because I just walk with Jung-seop every day.”
Of course, the foundation is important.
It’s not just kendo, but it’s basic that no matter what you do, even if you practice every day, it’s not enough.
However, if the person learning the basics is not interested, it is worse than not doing it.
These days, boxing gyms teach one-two from the first day to arouse the interest of officials.
Giving carrots like that and adding fun to them is how to develop grit.
If you focus too much on the basics, all the members will try to fall away.
No, but the atmosphere suddenly became a hot-blooded sports story, right?
Let’s calm down.
“I understand your feelings, but… Kendo cleans the mind and body…”
Right. Simgiche maiden… It doesn’t matter.
“Isn’t that mind-body training going well when there are no wandering thoughts?”
“…. That’s true, but…”
It seems to come over. Let’s push on like this.
“Honestly, when I first learned the middle tax, I wondered what it was, but I just watched a video of the top tax and imitated it, and it was fun. The passion just springs up.”
When she did an over while clenching both of her fists, Chinami pricked up her ears.
“Is that so…? Really…?”
“Yes.”
“Ummm…”
Chinami agonizes while letting out a long, low moan.
Staring at her ground and lost in her thoughts, she offered me her compromise, wondering if she had a good idea.
“As your junior said, interest is a very important factor. But as I and Lenka said, if you don’t learn the middle tax, the upper tax is just a target tax that’s less than half worth. They are easy prey for the other person.”
“Then learn the stop tax?”
“Yes. I’ll teach you the upper ranks, but you have to train mainly in the middle. What are you going to do?”
“I heard that you teach me, but I like it.”
“Like. Then, try the haircut you did earlier. I’ll remind you of the importance of the basics, and I’ll give you feedback after watching it.”
“So be it.”
After answering in a nonchalant way, I took the upper class of self-study.
After that, before Chinami could say anything,
“Suck!”
She let out a short breath and swung her shinai.
Whoa-! Thud!
When the footsteps were over, the heavy sound of courtesy was heard.
Thinking that the momentum was good, I retrieved the bamboo sword.
Then he turned to Chinami and asked.
“How about it?”
“… Huh?”
She let out a short exclamation and then pursed her mouth.
Looking at that surprised face, I know that I may not have done it right, but I have shown a very unexpected side.
Also, I was talented.
Yeah, it doesn’t make sense that the main character isn’t special.
I approached Chinami, who was dumbfounded,
“How are you? Well done?”
Pretending to ask her impressions, I gently rubbed the back of her neck like last time.
OK,
“Oh…! That’s… The posture you just had… Haaaaa…”
As Chinami’s whole body lost strength, her eyes widened.
Like last time, like this time…
The reaction is too strong. Is this an erogenous zone?
Or are you just weak to the touch of a man?
I’ll have to check it properly next time.
**
Rattle.
“Are you late? I’m really sorry…!”
As soon as she climbed into the passenger seat, Miyuki apologized.
Seeing the time approaching ten o’clock, I scolded Miyuki as I started the car.
“Why are you so late? It was obvious.”
“I told you I’d be late… What were you doing at home…?”
“I saw the lookbook.”
“Lookbook? Man?”
“No, woman. There was a change of panties while wearing clothes.”
Miyuki’s expression went blank at the blatant words.
I glanced at her, and I let out her silly laugh.
“It’s bullshit.”
Miyuki, somewhat relieved by that, asked in a suspicious tone.
“Is that really a lie…? Don’t you see that…?”
“Can I see it if you want to see it?”
“That, Matsuda-kun should take care of that…”
“Is that okay?”
“…. No. I hope you don’t see it.”
“Then you show me.”
“Ah what…! I don’t want to die…!”
Frightened Miyuki’s head shook.
The way she closed her eyes was so lovely that she forgot she was driving and almost licked her lips.
Be patient will be patient
Tomorrow is the weekend. There is no need to go to sleep because of the pressure to go to school.
So, after she gets home, she just needs to melt Miyuki slowly.
As I thought in the complex cafe, it is important to adapt Miyuki by gradually raising her level.
Today, let’s not overdo it, but let’s try something more quirky than last time.
“Is it better to die? It’s sad.”
“What’s sad…! Haa… It seems like I’m having trouble controlling my emotions when I’m with Matsuda-kun…”
“It’s good to be honest with your feelings.”
“It’s not about being honest, it’s about feeling crazy.”
“Isn’t it better if we go crazy together?”
I deftly passed over Miyuki’s affectionate complaints, and when she laughed at me as if she was dumbfounded, I smirked and turned my gaze forward.
