Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 214 Fukuoka, a blessed land?
"It seems that Tenyu really likes you," Ono Mika said with a smile.

—If I let Sister Meihua know that I'm popular, will it increase my competitiveness? Maybe she'll pay more attention to me?
"Who does she like?" Aoyama Risa asked to himself, his hands behind his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Of course I like you, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ono Mizuki frowned slightly.

"I'm someone who has dedicated my life to my family. Tianyu Elsa doesn't even know that. Who does she really love?"

“People have many facets. What she likes might be another side of you,” Mika Ono said.

"Which side?" Aoyama asked with a smile.

“Playing with sticks is a childish thing to do.” After saying that, Ono Mizuki chuckled as if she had successfully pulled off a prank.

Her childlike side is quite endearing.

After Elsa left, the three of them spent a long yet short day filled with anticipation.

The next day, Monday, the Aoyama Ono family set off for Fukuoka.

My first trip after my mother's passing—to reiterate, the trip to Okinawa was a study session.

Even on a Monday during summer vacation, the station is still quite crowded, but it's still better than on Saturdays and Sundays during summer vacation, which is why the three of them chose to set off today.

Board the train at Nishi-Azabu, travel to Shinagawa, then transfer to the Shinkansen at Shinagawa and get off at Hakata Station.

Upon exiting the station, before I could even take a sniff of Fukuoka's air and discern whether it was fragrant, sweet, or spicy, my attention was drawn to a dozen or so people in black suits.

"The Yakuza!" Ono Mizuki whispered, her voice a mixture of fear and excitement.

Ono Mika gently tugged at her sleeve, telling her not to cause trouble.

Ono Mizuki was unconvinced and showed Aoyama Osamu to her.

Aoyama Risa looked around with a carefree air, his eyes full of curiosity about the yakuza, just like a Chinese person looking at the US military stationed in South Korea.

"Huh?" Ono Mika looked in a certain direction and exclaimed in surprise.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Aoyama Rika saw a group of students who were not as conspicuous as the Yakuza, but were still quite eye-catching.

A white shirt and black school trousers—a simple design, but the fabric is visibly exquisite, and the details exude an aristocratic air.

"Aoyama!" Jun Aizawa waved from afar.

Hearing the sound, the blonde swordswoman looked over, her originally calm eyes, like those of a librarian, now shimmering like the ripples on a clear summer pond.

Jun Aizawa said something to the coach, bowed, and then ran over.

"What are you doing in Fukuoka?!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"trip"

"Are you here for secret training?!" Jun Aizawa blurted out. "Are you going to the police station dojo in Fukuoka? If you have time, you should come and join the school's training too! We're preparing for a competition against a famous kendo school in Fukuoka!"

“That’s right, I’m here for special training. I’ll come if I have time,” Aoyama Ryo replied.

"That's great! Fukuoka is the strongest high school kendo center in all of Japan. If it weren't for the student council's arrangement, we wouldn't be qualified to compete with them at our level. We were worried that we would lose, but with you here, we have hope!"

Jun Aizawa's philosophy of swordsmanship is completely different from Elsa Amayu's.

Elsa Amayu would rather lose than rely on Aoyama Risa to win; Jun Aizawa only wants to win, his own strength doesn't matter.

Jun Aizawa exclaimed, "The power the student council wields over us, whether for good or bad, is terrifyingly vast!"

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Aoyama Risa asked with a smile.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Aoyama Osamu?" The sudden voice startled the two people who were having a lively conversation.

A man in a black suit appeared beside me without my noticing.

"Hello, I'm Aoyama Risa. How can I help you?" Aoyama Risa sounded like a Chinese person being stopped by the US military.

come!

"Young Master Qingshan!" Jidao took off his sunglasses and bowed ninety degrees.

A dozen or so yakuza from a distance jogged over, lined up, and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

"Young Master Qingshan!!"

There was no strong wind, and no one was pushing Aoyama Risa, but his body leaned back slightly—his aura was indeed a real form of energy.

"You...you weren't sent by...Yaeko Miyagi, were you?" Aoyama Risa asked tentatively.

"Yes!" the leader of the elite disciples replied emphatically, "Miss instructed us to receive you!"

He then bowed ninety degrees to the Ono sisters: "Miss Mika! Miss Mizuki!"

The two sisters seemed to want to hide behind each other, but in the end, Mizuki Ono gained the upper hand thanks to her talent.

The eyes of those around them were drawn into this place as if caught in a vortex.

Some people took out their phones and pointed their cameras at the scene.

"Do you have a car?" Aoyama asked.

"Of course, it's right outside!"

"Get in the car first!"

"Yes!"

Aoyama Osamu said to Aizawa Jun, "That's really an exaggeration. See you later!"

He and the Ono sisters—whose luggage had already been stolen by the Yakuza—quickly left the station.

"Do you want to ride in their car?" Mika Ono asked as she walked briskly.

“If we stay here, things will only get more awkward,” said Aoyama Risa.

"We're not exactly rich after all," Ono Mizuki remarked, looking around at the yakuza around her.

Even if she dreams of having 200,000 yen, and her savings reach 2 trillion yen one day, she is destined never to become a truly wealthy person.

Seven or eight vehicles—I glanced at them and didn't count them precisely—black cars, some sedans and some vans, were parked on the side of the road.

At this point, all of this regarding Qingshan Road is acceptable, but...
When the cars started moving, the lead car even sounded its siren.

For private cars, unlicensed taxis will approach directly and not stop, ensuring that the car carrying Aoyama and his two companions can pass unimpeded.

“I’ll go find Miyako,” Aoyama Osamu said to the Ono sisters.

"Yes." The two of them also felt it was necessary.

The driver and the bodyguard in the front passenger seat didn't move, but their eyes showed that they cared a lot.

Aoyama Ryo gave up making the call to avoid letting the driver and bodyguard hear what they didn't want to hear—or perhaps shouldn't have to hear.

[Aoyama Osamu: That's an exaggeration!]

[Aoyama Osamu: Do you think I'm the president?!]

[Yaeko Miyayo: Do ​​you know what the total sales of "Detective A" are so far?]

[Yaeko Miyayo: [Image: Snow-white legs]]

[Yaeko Miyayo: 700 billion yen, Japan only]

[Yaeko Miyayo: You're not the president, but you can imagine yourself as a jewel worth billions. Transporting jewels of such value—is that too much treatment?]

[Aoyama Ryou: All that talk is just an excuse! You're just trying to make fun of me!]

[Yaeko Miyagi: Aoyama, you're a genius, you deserve this treatment.]

[Yaeko Miyayo: Besides, don't you like gathering material? This can also be used as material.]

[Aoyama Osamu: You're really something!]

Follow his path, and leave him with nowhere to go!
[Yaeko Miyayo: You won't let anyone pick you up? Do you even know which hotels in Fukuoka belong to my family? What if you go to see Aika's house?]

[Aoyama Rika: We don't need so many people.]

[Yaeko Miyayo: You were the one who told me to 'greet the emperor'.]

[Aoyama Osamu: I was just kidding!]

[Yaeko Miyayo: Nobody ever jokes with me]

[Aoyama Rika: I'm sorry.]

"Why did you end up saying 'I'm sorry'?" Ono Mizuki asked, puzzled.

Yes!

why!
“Ryo,” Ono Mika swiped Aoyama Ryo’s phone screen, “what is this?”

She opened the photo of legs that Miyako Yaeko had sent her.

"So beautiful," Ono Mizuki exclaimed.

She is sweet and lovely. When most women are pretty, jealous people will say, "What's the use of being cute?" But when it comes to Mizuki Ono, people will say to her parents with gratitude, "Thank you for giving birth to her."

But! If you think she's naive and genuinely praising Miyako Yaeko's legs, you're sorely mistaken!

"You sent it to the wrong person." Aoyama Ryo's tone was as light as a summer fan on the lowest setting.

"Yes." Ono Mika nodded.

“Let’s leave it at that,” Ono Mizuki nodded.

Aoyama Ryo started typing.

[Aoyama Osamu: What's the deal with this picture?]

He was fifty percent certain that Miyako Yaeko's answer was: 'Wrong number';
With a 40% certainty, Miyako Yaeko's answer was: "I'll give you the information."

[Yaeko Miyayo: Did your sisters see it?]

Is there a security camera in the car?
[Yaeko Miyayo: I'll give you some material.]

“Let’s gather materials.” Aoyama Risa showed it to the Ono sisters.

“So it was for research.” Mika Ono nodded.

"So it was for research!" Ono Mizuki suddenly realized.

Aoyama Rika deleted the photo of her 'snow-white legs'. To say how beautiful they were, it must have been painful to delete the photo.

"You're only deleting it now?" The sweet and lovely Ono Mizuki curled her lips into a villainous sneer and mockery, which was quite terrifying.

In life, it's inevitable to be taken advantage of and bullied by bad women from time to time. This summer, as Aoyama Rin gradually turns seventeen, she comes to understand this truth.

The hotel is very luxurious. I didn't get a good look at the details, but the treasure, worth 70 billion yen so far, certainly can't be displayed too much in public.

The Aoyama Ono family followed the butler directly to the top floor.

More like a penthouse duplex than a hotel room.

Five bedrooms, two living rooms, two studies, as well as a dining room, a bathroom, a dressing room, and so on.

“I can stay here now!” Ono Mizuki exclaimed.

She was the one who said she was going back to her hometown and wouldn't stay at Miyako Yaeko's house.

"Young Master Qingshan." The butler gestured for the three of them to follow him to visit another room.

The room was very spacious and decorated like a kendo dojo.

"We were specifically instructed to clear out a guest room and set it up as a dojo so that Young Master Qingshan can practice there," the butler said.

She didn't know which level the order came from.

"Thank you." Aoyama Ryou really needed it.

After the butler left, the three of them completely relaxed.

Mizuki Ono lay on this sofa, touched that ornament, and then threw herself onto the huge bed.

This hotel doesn't have a Japanese style; instead, it has a more foreign, grand feel, perhaps targeting foreign tourists.

Aoyama Ryo is very pleased.

"Brother, you clearly came here for tourism, so why did you tell Aizawa-senpai that you came for special training?" Ono Mizuki asked, her tone questioning his character.

Actually, it was intentional to cause him trouble, just like how close people might subconsciously play pranks.

“Special training is fine, I can skip the school training; but traveling is not an option, to be precise, I’m too embarrassed to go,” Aoyama Ryo replied.

"A bad guy!" That's how Mizuki Ono sees him.

Her tone only excites bad people, while the person being insulted laughs.

"Are you going out?" Aoyama asked the two sisters.

"It's too hot, and the clothes have to be hung up, otherwise they'll wrinkle," said Mika Ono.

"Then I'll go train. Please hang up my clothes for me."

"Okay, go ahead." Ono Mika's beautiful face revealed a smile that made people smile along with her.

Aoyama Risa didn't change his clothes; he was going to take a shower anyway. He took his bamboo sword and went into the 'Kendo Room'.

I didn't rush to practice.

He took out his phone and asked on Yahoo, "She didn't accept my confession, but she's acting like a wife. What's going on?"

Answer on Google:
'Backup plan';
'There are still people who have expectations of women;'
'I told you long ago, if a man doesn't touch a woman for a long time, he'll go crazy. Let's use door-to-door service.'
'What kind of thing is it like a wife?'; 'What type of porn have you watched?'
Please tell me the name of the adult film [Dogeza];
'[Tsuchiaza]';
'[Tsuchiaza]'.
At this point, many people probably think that this post has nothing to do with Aoyama Osamu anymore.

but!

Onoya's Aoyama: [Toshita-za]
So the topic returned to the original poster, although it was mostly mocking.

Aoyama Ryo was just in a good mood and was deliberately teasing netizens to make everyone happy; he had no real interest in [dogeza].

He put down his phone and picked up the bamboo sword.

--system!
[Begin 'Kendo' instruction]

Qingshan Li concentrated his energy.

He was prepared to be 'killed' several times by the shadowy figure. Only after dying a few times would his focus and learning ability be fully unleashed.

No shadowy figures appeared.

He was placed in trust.

System·Aoyama Ryo took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him only in his underwear.

He wouldn't take care of Aoyama Ryo's clothes, and there's only one reason for that: Aoyama Ryo's clothes were hindering 'guidance' today.

System·Aoyama Ryo began to swing his sword, starting the most basic training.

—Have the training methods changed since you came to Fukuoka?

It shouldn't be related to location.

Aoyama Ryo guessed that the biggest reason might be that his skill level had reached a certain point, so his training methods had changed.

—Is it time for a promotion?
Aoyama Ryo's mood immediately lifted.

Let me do it myself!

He immediately became fully focused!
Mika Ono tidied Osamu Aoyama's clothes, and Mizuki Ono brought him water. After opening the door, she spat and said, "Pervert."

"I've left the water here for you!" she called out, without going inside.

Not hearing a response from Aoyama Risa, Ono Mizuki stayed a little longer. Then she noticed that Aoyama Risa was soaked to the bone, dripping water as if she had just been caught in the rain.

"call!"

"call!"

The sound of wind pressure caught her attention.

Every sword strike from Aoyama Risa was as solid as the summer sun, never ambiguous, never lazy, and absolutely fierce.

Step forward, swing sword, "Whoosh!", retract foot;
Step forward, swing sword, shout "Whoosh!", retract foot;
so repeatedly.

A pendulum-like pattern, endless and relentless.

Ono Mizuki suddenly understood which aspect of Aoyama Risa liked, and felt it was perfectly understandable and natural.

She didn't try to hide her footsteps when she came in, and after watching Aoyama Ryou's training, she subconsciously made the door close softly when she left.

"sister."

"Ok?"

"Why does Brother Li want the Yulongqi championship so much? I saw him sweating a lot."

Mika Ono, who was ironing a shirt, stopped what she was doing, thought for a moment, and said, "It must be for us."

"For us?" Ono Mizuki asked, puzzled.

"I don't know the specifics, but for him to be so concerned, it must be for our sake."

Ono Mizuki looked at her older sister, appreciating the confidence in her tone.

She doesn't need to know the reason; she's certain the other person wouldn't harm her and must be doing it for her own good. She enjoys this kind of intimate relationship based on unconditional trust.

"Mizuki."

"Ok?"

Do you like reason?

"Why are you asking this?" Ono Mizuki asked shyly.

“What I’m talking about,” Ono Mika looked at her younger sister, “is the attraction between a man and a woman.”

(End of this chapter)