Chapter 72 – Insidious Intrigues
“Miyuki.”
“…..”
“Miyuki.”
“…..”
Miyuki did not answer even after calling from right behind.
The staggering walk looks dangerous.
I was thinking about touching her,
“Hanazawa.”
He said her last name, which he called a long time ago.
The reaction was immediate.
Miyuki turned her head away.
“…. What? Why…?”
After a long time, calling him by his last name seems to have worked. Seeing him rolling his eyes as if trying to think about what he did wrong.
I shrugged at Miyuki and said.
“I passed by the locker room.”
I stretched my thumb behind my shoulder and pointed to the locker room.
Miyuki, who looked at the place with her body pulled aside, scratched the side of her head.
“Really…”
“Why did the kid spread like this? Was it that hard?”
“That… It’s not hard, I was just thinking about something else…”
“What are you thinking?”
“I’ll tell you later…”
“Yes.”
Miyuki, who was hesitantly examining my reaction, changed the topic.
“I hear you’re changing seats this week… Have you heard?”
“Miura told me this morning. Is it a lottery?”
“I was told it was just a change, but I didn’t hear how it would be done. Usually everything is a lottery… Wouldn’t it be the same?”
“Can’t I use class president privileges?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Tell the professor strongly. There are many excuses. I’m changing as a problem child, and I’ll help you right next to you… Wouldn’t it be okay if I said something like this?”
“No… If I intervene, it would be cheating…”
Even though he says so, he has a look of humiliation.
I took a step towards Miyuki and said with a grin.
“I wish I could sit with you.”
Miyuki’s face brightened.
“Me too…”
“Are you really okay? It’s gym class, can you hold on?”
“It’s okay to sleep whenever you have time… But from now on…”
Miyuki was speechless.
I guess what you wanted to say.
“Let’s try to restrain ourselves on weekdays.”
“Yes…”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Ah, what are you saying…!”
Miyuki pushed me on the shoulder with a hand full of affection.
She let out a helpless laugh as if she couldn’t stop it, and soon went into the dressing room.
**
“Hyaaaaa! Head it! Son Mo-ok! Waist it!”
The garden behind the kendo department.
Chinami squeaked as she demonstrated several attacks in the air and turned to me.
“The spirit of the body is to encourage oneself by exhaling the energy gathered in the danteon, infuse the body with energy, and show one’s will and desire. It is only when you attack based on the qi that surrounds your body that it can become a true bout.”
The hand holding the bamboo sword is raised to the waist as he explains, but I don’t know if it’s heavy.
I asked after scratching the burri.
“Do I really have to scream?”
“It’s not just a sound, it’s a spirit. The bolder it is, the sharper it is, the faster the attack is in proportion to it. Uh uh uh… Head yee yi…”
Chinami made a sudden drooping sound and swayed all over her body.
When she saw my mouth slightly open, she spoke her words.
“If I let out a spirit like this, will the sword really go faster?”
“No, well… I agree to a certain extent…”
“The importance of spirit is not limited to that. Spirituality with willpower can shake off idle thoughts. It also has the effect of suppressing the opponent’s spirit and shrinking it.”
“Can’t I just take a short breath?”
“At that time, when I hit the head that you showed me for the first time, or when I attacked Lenka’s waist, suck! Like you were breathing while doing it?”
“Yeah… Something like that…”
“That’s fine, but it would be better if it was sharper and louder than that. So, shall we follow it? Synthesis!”
He clenched his fists and let out a short shout, which is cute.
“I’ll practice at home by myself later.”
“Why? Are you embarrassed to cheer up in front of other people? Mmm…! It can be. A lot of beginners think that way, but no one is laughing at me, and neither am I, so try it. It’s a little awkward at first, but you’ll get used to it.”
“That’s not it… I’m feeling a little sluggish today.”
“Ah, is that so…? Shall I give you a massage then?”
She opens and closes her hands and smiles sinisterly, just like I did last time.
I immediately responded by lying face down on a bench.
Then Chinami was puzzled, and she asked.
“W-what are you doing…?”
“I heard you give me a massage.”
“…. Yes…? Yep…”
“You didn’t mean to say it was a joke, did you?”
“That is…”
“I was happy to hear that Master gave me a massage for the first time… If it was a joke, this student would be really disappointed.”
Let the ground go away. She let out a sigh, and Chinami cleared her throat in a huff.
“Ha, I can do a massage enough for my one and only disciple… But…”
“By the way?”
“Actually, I don’t know how to massage…”
“You don’t know?”
“So… Next time…”
“Next?”
“Why are you doing that… I’m scared…”
“Scared?”
“Hu, junior… It’s strange today…”
Chinami starts to take a step back.
The joke should end here.
I said, standing up and stretching out.
“It was a joke. Please give me a massage next time.”
“Ah, yes… I’m sorry…”
“When shall we go eat ice cream?”
“Yes? You said that your junior told you that.”
“Even if that’s the case, there won’t be a day or time zone that’s convenient for Master.”
“I’m all right. Weekdays are good, weekends are good too… Hee hee!?”
Her peculiar scream leaked out of her Chinami’s mouth, which clouded her words.
I was surprised when my hand suddenly reached over her head.
The leaves that fell on her head showed a great reaction, even shrinking her body.
Grabbing it, I clicked my tongue.
“I was just trying to pick it off because a leaf had just fallen.”
At those words, Chinami opened one of her eyes.
Seeing the changing leaves in front of her own nose, she smiled embarrassed.
“I-I see… I was surprised that he did it so suddenly…”
“Can’t you feel it?”
“Yes… Not at all…”
“I am always insensitive. Fit well.”
“Thank you… Yes? Does it suit you well?”
“It fits perfectly with Master’s image. Cute.”
“Yeah…?”
The already big Chinami’s eyes widened even more.
It’s almost four hundred eyes… It looks like it’s quite surprised.
The reaction is much more intense than the last time I praised her for being pretty in the car.
I asked as I looked down at her, her face flushed like the leaves of her cherry tree in autumn.
“When did you start wearing peach hairpins?”
“… Huh? Yes?”
“When did you start doing hairpins?”
“Ah… Uh, yesterday… I bought…”
She hurriedly replies with her gaping mouth closed.
I burst out laughing and shook my head.
Then, with deep eyes, he looked at her Chinami and at her hairpin.
“It suits you well.”
“That… Thank you…”
Chinami bowed her upper body in a polite thank you and covered her hairpin with her hands.
Are you doing that because you’re ashamed?
It seems that the big and small will jump out of the absurd appearance.
“Shall we go clean now?”
“Oh, no… I’ll clean the hukou today… Since juniors are sore… You can practice short walks and then go back…”
Walk wide open… The name sounds dirty.
“If you move, everything will be solved.”
“…. Is that so?”
“That’s it.”
The atmosphere changed strangely and softly in an instant.
Chinami, who swallowed her saliva, pointed at her room with her small finger, perhaps deciding to circulate the air that had sunk in her.
“Then, shall we go to the storage room…?”
“Okay. But Master.”
“Yes…?”
After sniffing her, I paused for a moment.
Then, when her Chinami’s head was bent at a 15 degree angle, she brought my face closer to hers and said quietly.
“Does it smell like peaches?”
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I stink…!”
Is it an illusion that Chinami’s eyes look wandering?
That’s why I want to play with you more.
I straightened my back as she smiled lightly at her.
“I’m saying it’s good, but why are you apologizing? I said anytime is fine, right? I will contact you soon.”
Would my calm attitude have stabilized me?
Chinami’s complexion returned to normal as she placed her hand on her chest and took a deep breath.
She shyly replied, looking up at me with her own reddish pink eyes.
“Yes…”
Her relationship with Chinami is also gradually developing.
So far it’s running smoothly without any problems. Let’s just go like this
**
“How about Tetsuya-kun?”
A question from Miyuki, who was waiting for me in the parking lot.
I answered by opening the car door with the smart key.
“The director says he will receive additional training, so go first.”
“Kendo coach?”
“Right.”
“Don’t you accept Matsuda-kun?”
“I’m okay.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t have to.”
“I guess you just gave up because your skills aren’t that good?”
Miyuki doesn’t know that I punched Lenka in the lower back.
Tetsuya didn’t tell me, and I didn’t feel the need to say anything either, so I kept my mouth shut.
I want to be surprised when I find out later.
Or maybe it’s because she’s Miyuki who doesn’t know anything about kendo.
“Ride on. Let’s go back together in a while.”
“Yes.”
A hesitant Miyuki got into the passenger seat.
Placing her bag at her feet and fastening her seat belt, she soon started fiddling with her phone.
“I’m really sleepy today… Isn’t it?”
“I’m fine, but you didn’t sleep until dawn. Lie down as soon as you return.”
“I think so… But Matsuda-kun, do you know Maritozo?”
“Marito? Bread covered in that cream?”
“Yes. Masako says it’s delicious, so I’m going to buy it and try it. My name is Chestnut Cream Mont Blanc Marito. I’ll buy it tomorrow, so let’s share it.”
If it’s a baker’s choice, it’s trustworthy.
I was having a long conversation with Miyuki, and as she spoke less and less, I glanced at her in the passenger seat.
She nodded her head while staring at her phone screen with her eyes wide open.
I was tired from yesterday’s work, and on a day when physical education was included, I had been awake all the time during afternoon classes, so it seemed that my heart was pouring out.
I’ll have to get some sleep in the car.
Thinking so, I drove without a word.
“Well…”
Miyuki let out a weary exclamation in her tired voice, and soon began to doze off in earnest.
Her eyes, which had been sparsely open, had long since been completely closed.
It’s pretty to see her breathing softly with her head turned to me.
When I looked at Miyuki during the signal, I saw that her hand holding her cell phone was losing strength.
The thumb that was holding down the screen fell off, and the phone slid across her fingers as it moved sideways.
I think I’ll drop it soon… I’ll have to keep it because it’ll annoy me to find it if it gets between the seats.
I cautiously reached for Miyuki’s cell phone, and looked tired at the dense text on the screen.
Were you looking at some thesis or something? It’s dizzy.
I thought, but I hesitated to bring my phone.
Obviously saw something
A word that didn’t suit the neat Miyuki at all.
Swallowing … I swallowed my breath, pushed her face closer to Miyuki’s phone, and peeked at the screen.
In that screen,
[How should I do the handjob? Seven ways to drive your man crazy.]
There was an article titled, and the contents about it.
The moment I saw it, I thought instinctively.
You have to pretend you don’t know this.
As if nothing had happened, I looked forward and the muscles in my face twitched.
Laughing doesn’t stop Yesterday I was told that I would learn more and do it, but I thought it would already be like this…
It’s like Miyuki who values preparation.
Even thinking about learning that by writing.
It is both absurd and peculiar.
‘Let’s shut up.’
I didn’t see anything
I, who tried to calm my beating heart,
“Ugh…”
Miyuki, who opened her eyes at just the right time, smiled brightly as she tossed and turned her body while talking in her sleep.
“Sleep more. It’s still a long way to go.”
“Yeah… I’m sorry…”
Miyuki pulls her cell phone into her arms and closes her eyes again.
Sweeping my heart inwardly, I quietly focused on driving.
