Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 208 The Two Girls' Attitudes Towards 'Becoming a Family'
Unlike in the women's kendo club, Aoyama Risa did not use the system.

The automatic navigation, automatic quest acquisition, and automatic monster fighting features have been removed. It's time to end the tutorial. Before the competition begins, everyone should familiarize themselves with their game character, right?

Don't not even know how to use skills.

One hour of basic training, including practice of counter-attack techniques, response techniques, and combo techniques.

Then came an hour of practical training.

The practical training was divided into four groups: A, B, C, and D. Initially, the personnel from each ethnic group were randomly assigned.

After the assignments are made, a competition will be held within each group.

The player who wins five consecutive games in Group D will be promoted to Group C.
After winning three consecutive games in Group C, they were promoted to Group B; after losing three games in total, they were demoted to Group D.
A player who accumulates three wins in Group B will be promoted to Group A, while a player who accumulates three losses will be relegated to Group C.
In Group A, losing one game will result in being relegated to Group B.

Grandpa Gong only watches the Group A matches.

Being in a group once or twice doesn't mean anything, but over the years, those who always stay in groups C and D will definitely have a different standing in Grandpa Gong's heart than those who always stay in groups A and B.

Those who always stay in Group A may not necessarily be able to take on important responsibilities, but they will certainly get the opportunity and chance to take on important responsibilities.

They are equivalent to the children of the wealthy and powerful.

For those who have aspirations, it's no exaggeration to consider this a second chance at choosing their birth.

The training at the police station's dojo is very tough.

But if you ask Aoyama Osamu to name one of his strengths, the first thing that comes to mind is his ability to endure hardship and his fearlessness of fatigue.

Therefore, he enjoyed his time at the police station's training center.

At the end of the competition, he was in Group C, while Tai Guang, whom he defeated, was in Group B, a level higher than him.

Aoyama Risa was very satisfied. How long had he been practicing kendo? And how long had he been training?
Two hours later, Aoyama immediately took his leave.

"Go ahead." Grandpa Gong Shi didn't say anything more.

After Aoyama left, Grandpa Miyagi secretly typed in his sleeve to share the news with his two wives.

[Grandpa Gong Shi: His skill level is average, and he can't endure hardship.]

Grandma Miyako shared the news with Miyako Yaeko.

"Can't handle hardship?" Miyako Yaeko couldn't help but laugh.

On the way back, Aoyama Ryo reflected on the guidance he received from his dojo instructor during his training.

In system mode, his posture is of course fine, but once he operates it himself, no matter how hard he tries, he can't completely reproduce the details.

He usually practices on his own, thinking he's right, and no one points out his mistakes.

'Pretend to strike the face. At first, swing your sword as if you're genuinely going to strike the face. Once your opponent believes you're going to strike, their hand will rise. At that moment, strike!'

As the dojo master spoke, he drew the bamboo sword into Aoyama Risa's hand.

I wasn't wearing any protective gear, so the blow wasn't severe. The pain should subside in two or three days; it's not serious enough to require a hospital visit or taking time off work.

While reviewing and consolidating his knowledge, Aoyama Rin arrived home without realizing it.

"I am back."

"Welcome back," Mika Ono said with a smile.

"Ah."

"How's the dojo?" Ono Mizuki asked curiously.

"It's pretty good, I'll go again tomorrow."

"Where is Grandpa Miyagi?" Ono Mizuki asked again.

"He only said two sentences," Aoyama Risa recalled.

"Shall we take a bath?" Ono Mika asked, preparing to boil water.

"no need."

Without taking a shower and still wearing his sweaty clothes, Aoyama Risa picked up his bamboo sword and went into an empty room.

--system

[Begin 'Kendo' instruction]

Aoyama was satisfied with Group C, but his satisfaction stemmed from the fact that he had reached Group C in a short period of practice, rather than from his own level of skill.

The Yulongqi tournament starts on July 24th. Before the tournament starts, he must have a stable level of performance in Group B and frequently make it into Group A in order to have a chance of winning the championship.

Aoyama Ryo continued his fight against the shadowy figure.

No matter how many times, he could not get used to the pain of being hit by the shadow. Aoyama believed that anyone who faced the shadow would try every means to improve themselves.

Unless you give up Kendo altogether.

That evening, after taking a shower, Aoyama Risa was reading a book he had borrowed from the library to relieve his fatigue when Miyako Yaeko called.

After answering the call, Aoyama Ryo put his phone on the table and continued reading the book in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Miyako asked casually, as if she were making a call while clipping her nails after taking a shower.

“Let’s watch Moby-Dick,” Aoyama Osamu replied.

"Movie?"

"The novel, written by Melville."

"Are you really that cultured?"

That's why I watch it, striving to become a cultured person.

Hearing the sound of pages turning on the other end of the phone, Miyako Yaeko gave a charming and light laugh.

Hearing her laughter, anyone—especially men—would unconsciously smile and feel an irresistible attraction to her.

Aoyama Ryo was no exception.

This is not surprising; Aoyama Ryo likes all beautiful girls.

"Being able to write 'Detective A', you can be considered a cultured person," said Miyako Yaeko.

"Is there something you need?" Aoyama changed the subject.

"Detective A" is a work of the system. Unlike those who think they are great just because they have a belt, he deeply understands that a belt is a belt and he is himself.

Of course, he aligned himself with the system in dealing with external threats.

Simply put, he can consider "Detective A" as a system-generated work, and his ability to maintain a calm and diligent attitude does not mean that others can say he plagiarized.

It is widely known and universally acknowledged that the efforts of a system are the efforts of its holders.

“My grandfather said that your skills are average and you can’t endure hardship,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"They didn't tell me not to go, did they?" Aoyama Ryou looked at his phone.

"No."

"That's good." Aoyama Ryo lowered his head and continued reading.

"No explanation?"

"I will learn from you and let my actions speak for themselves."

Miyako chuckled softly, like a tickle, making it impossible for Aoyama Rito to concentrate on his book.

He wanted to hang up.

“But my grandfather also praised you,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"What did you praise me for?" Aoyama Risa became a little interested.

"They said you look like him when he was young."

"What's this?" Aoyama Risa smiled wryly. "However, I don't know who my grandfather is either. Maybe he really is... I'm sorry."

He spoke too quickly, and only realized halfway through that it was impolite to make a joke about someone having an illegitimate child.

“It’s nothing, my grandfather had two wives.” Miyako Yaeko didn’t seem to mind at all.

"Really?" Aoyama Ryo became extremely interested.

"That's nothing. My friend's father has four children, and he was practically a son-in-law. Her mother is extremely powerful."

Aoyama Risa didn't say anything, but his face was full of admiration.

The fact that Grandpa Miyagi had two wives is also mentioned in "The White Tower," but he has never read about Grandpa Miyagi having four wives.

But that doesn't mean he didn't have any; it just means his reading was too superficial.

"So you can't possibly be my grandfather's grandson. If you were, your father would have been brought back and had his legs broken long ago, and you would have grown up with me."

The two are definitely not related by blood.

If so, the car accident when he was seven years old would have made the Gong family recognize him—his appearance is not important, but the car accident would have made the Gong family investigate him.

"What a pity. I really like the name Miyako-ri. It sounds like she's rich." Aoyama Risa's tone seemed genuinely regretful.

it is true.

He wouldn't mind becoming family with Miyako Yaeko.

“I also really like the name Miyako,” Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

She really is.

She wouldn't mind becoming family with Aoyama Riki.

“There’s something I’m curious about,” Miyako Yaeko said, changing the subject. “Based on the strength you’ve shown in the kendo club, you shouldn’t only be a Class C player.”

"I'm usually very good, but I'm not in good form today," said Aoyama Risa.

Will I feel better tomorrow?

“You’re putting a lot of pressure on me.” Miyako Yaeko chuckled. “It doesn’t matter if you’re not in good form tomorrow. I’m only concerned with whether you can win the Jade Dragon Flag championship.”

"If I don't get it, I'll promise you one thing." Aoyama Risa wasn't acting impulsively; he was pushing himself.

"Anything is fine?"

"Anything is fine."

"Is it okay to do things that are illegal or immoral?"

"can!"

“Okay,” Miyako Yaeko replied.

After hanging up the phone, Aoyama Risa stopped reading.

—System, power!
[Begin your 'Power' guidance]

In Kendo, besides technique, physical strength and power are also very important.

The next morning, July 11, Aoyama Risa ate breakfast with one hand and used the other to support himself on the ground, thus propping himself up.

"What are you doing?" Ono Mizuki asked, puzzled.

“I need a hand grip strengthener,” Aoyama Rido said.

After breakfast, Aoyama prepared to go out.

"Going so early?" Ono Mika asked in surprise.

I ran over.

"Isn't it hot?"

"rest assured."

It's the system that's running, not Aoyama Risa running on his own. The system won't put itself in danger.

Walk out the door.

"Goodbye." He waved to the Ono sisters.

"Are you coming back for lunch?" Ono Mizuki asked.

"Of course! You have to make my share!"

Aoyama Risa started running.

In mid-July, Tokyo was sweltering, and the air in the distance was distorted.

On Sunday, the residential area was quiet, with the gates of every house closed and no one in sight. Aoyama Risa wondered if he was the only person in the world.

He walked with a steady gait.

An old man found it strange that people would be running during the day in such hot weather.

The old man stood in the shadows, waiting for Aoyama Risa's arrival.

But before he could even get a good look at Aoyama Risa, he had already whizzed past the old man.

After running for a while, Aoyama Risa couldn't stand the heat anymore.

—System, run to the police station dojo from here.

[Instructions for Getting Started with Running]

After running only ten meters, Aoyama Risa's breathing returned to normal, and he no longer felt too hot.

Amazing!

what happened?

More than running, it was out of curiosity about studying paranormal phenomena that Aoyama Ryo entered a state of complete concentration.

He was like a cool summer breeze, blowing through streets and alleys, roads and railway tracks.

He walked briskly, his legs moving mechanically and repeatedly.

People who see him running can't help but want to run with him.

But as soon as the body moved, a scalding heat rose from the bottom of the heart, as if magma was about to burst out from every pore.

crazy.

People no longer admire his running style; instead, they think there's something wrong with him.

Regardless of what others think or do, Aoyama Risa still runs lightly, but every step is strong and powerful.

Midway through, the system, Qingshan Li, chose a shady spot and replenished his fluids promptly.

Upon arriving at the police station's training center, aside from being covered in sweat, Aoyama Risa felt no discomfort and, just like when he instructed others to run, wanted to continue running.

In modern society, humans are able to manage vegetables with precision.

How to achieve high germination rate, how to make the rhizomes thick and dense, how to avoid excessive growth, how to prevent the plant from growing tall and only producing fruit, how to avoid various diseases and pests, and how to achieve high yield and delicious taste.

People are the same; they can be managed in a refined manner.

The system provides guidance on how to eat to grow taller, how to improve skin, and so on, essentially offering refined management of Qingshanli.

Even in hot weather, I don't feel hot at all; instead, I feel thoroughly refreshed.

'I could publish a book on body management someday, and maybe it would even lead to another human evolution.' Aoyama Ryo thought to himself as he walked into the dojo.

He was sweating profusely, which went unnoticed.

A poor wretch, no car, and only by not sweating will he attract attention.

After an hour of basic training, the one-hour competition between teams A, B, C, and D begins.

"what!!!!"

A series of ear-piercing screams rose and fell.

It evokes a sense of battlefield adrenaline, making you want to kill someone.

Today, Aoyama Risa managed to advance to Group B by sheer luck.

Two hours later, he still bid farewell to Grandpa Gong Shi.

While speaking, he secretly observed Grandpa Miyako. He must have been quite handsome when he was young, but he was still somewhat inferior to Aoyama Ryou.

B+.

The two people's appearances did not suggest any blood relation.

"What are you doing going back so early?" Grandpa Miyako asked, entirely because of his granddaughter, not because he admired Aoyama Rin.

"Go back and practice kendo." Aoyama Risa did not hide anything.

He won't tell others unless asked, but if asked, he won't deliberately hide anything or create misunderstandings in order to make a name for himself in the future.

"Why do you insist on going back to practice?" Grandpa Miyako continued to ask expressionlessly.

"I don't want to trouble you and Miyako-san too much." That's one of the reasons.

Grandpa Gongshi said nothing more.

Aoyama bowed, took two steps back, and turned to leave.

Grandpa Miyako didn't see much of a kendo spirit in him; it seemed that all his efforts and gains in kendo so far had no impact on his life.

Is it rotten wood that cannot be carved, or is it a diamond that cannot be carved by the way of the sword?
Amid the cheers of the trainees, Qingshan Road walked out of the police station's training ground.

--system!
Two hours of "rest time" is enough for the system to run back.

When he got home, Aoyama was soaked to the bone and had to take a shower right away.

"Rin, the change of clothes are outside!" Ono Mika called out loudly.

“Okay!” Aoyama Riya replied loudly.

"Lunch will be ready soon, just wash up and come out!"

"Ok!"

Ono Mika picked up Aoyama Risa's clothes, including his underwear, and prepared to take them to be washed.

A familiar scent made her heart race.

Stepping out of the bathroom and standing in the hallway, after confirming that Aoyama Risa wouldn't suddenly come out of the bathroom and that Ono Mizuki wouldn't come from the kitchen or living room, Ono Mika leaned closer and gently sniffed.

There was a strange sense of satisfaction deep inside me.

Immediately afterwards, my heart felt like it was on fire.

Fearing she would actually be burned, Ono Mika quickly regained her senses.

She carried the clothes and walked towards the laundry room. Her resolute demeanor made people wonder if Aoyama had killed someone and she had decided to protect him, and was preparing to destroy the bloodstained clothes.

As she put the clothes into the washing machine, Mika Ono couldn't help but think of Ai Mikami's words.

Aoyama Riki will confess his feelings to her again.

The washing machine started making the sound of water filling.

If this attempt fails, Aoyama will give up.

Mika Ono's heart was in turmoil, like a spinning washing machine.

“There’s nothing to be confused about.” She pressed her hand to her chest.

Ono Mizuki's happiness is the most important thing.

However, she had to make sure that it was Ono Mizuki who found happiness, and not someone else.

(End of this chapter)