Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 276 I Don't Need to Think About It

In Wuzhili, there are craftsmen who repair glasses.

After being introduced by Wu Fengshui, Shechuan sent the broken picture frame for repair. With nothing else to do, he started clamoring for Sonoda Morio to treat him to a meal.

After all, she had promised yesterday, but unfortunately missed the opportunity, so Sonoda certainly wouldn't refuse today.

"..."

Shiraki Sei, Wu Fengshui, Shechuan, and Yuantian—the four traveled together.

Wu Fengshui acted as a temporary tour guide and introduced a nice barbecue restaurant. There was a liquor store next door, so Shechuan could have a few drinks.

As a fighter after all, Shibukawa still has a good appetite even though he's getting old.

"Well!"

Shiramu Cheng swallowed a large mouthful of roasted meat, chewing with great relish.

Seeing this, Shibukawa squinted and laughed, "Hahaha! You were just thrown around pretty hard, but you can still eat so heartily. You're really energetic!"

However, the people at the next table seemed rather listless.

The three girls, who were old acquaintances of Shiraki Cheng's family and also classmates of Arisa, happened to be sitting at the next table eating.

Girls who love fitness will actively seek out gyms to work out, even during their holidays, in order to maintain their training status.

To their surprise, the gym in Wuzhili, the stronghold of the Wu clan, was more hardcore than in Tokyo, with virtually no equipment for beginners.

Left with no other option, the girls called their coach at the Shirogane Gym and asked him for remote guidance.

As a result, thanks to the coach's enthusiastic encouragement and the great atmosphere in the gym, everyone became so engrossed in their training that they completely forgot about their travel plans for the next day.

They slept until noon, finally managing to get out of bed, feeling sore all over, and were forced to choose the simplest option in their travel itinerary—

eat.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

"This is a great sign of muscle growth, boom!"

"Zhu Mei, are you alright?!"

"It's a love for muscles!"

"I should have known better than to train boxing with that dark-eyed guy; his training intensity is definitely professional level..."

"Ayaka also seems to be more relaxed than me..."

"..."

The fitness girls were chatting away when they suddenly noticed Shiraki Sei at the next table.

"Ah, Arisa's older brother?"

The blonde girl raised her hand with difficulty and tried to say hello.

The black-haired girl, a hardcore muscle enthusiast, felt satisfied upon seeing Shiraki Cheng and Wu Fengshui's muscles, and her body aches were greatly relieved.

Another brown-haired girl—her sister runs the same boxing gym where the "God of War" Gaolang is registered, so they also have common topics to talk about.

"I heard Gao-chan is on vacation in Tokyo recently. How's he doing? I haven't seen him in ages..."

"..."

The group chatted casually.

In the end, since we had nothing else to do, we decided to share a table and have a lively meal together.

As a master of ancient-style jujutsu with a background in judo, Shibukawa trained to the point of exhaustion when he was young, and therefore knew some muscle massage techniques.

He used Sonoda as a demonstration to introduce the technique to the girls, which finally relieved some of their muscle pain.

"Thanks, grandpa!"

"Haha, I used to work just as hard. It's so good to be young!"

……

……

Wuzhili is neither small nor large.

As one-tenth of the total population, the town is inhabited by people of the Wu ethnic group or related groups, so the relationships between them are naturally closer.

When eating out, you might run into someone celebrating a birthday.

Uncle Wu raised a pitcher of beer and said with a hearty laugh, "Everyone, I'm happy today. The entrusted funds have arrived in my account. Let's have a drink!"

"Okay!"

"You really are the most generous!"

"Don't just drink, have some snacks too!"

"..."

The people living in Wuzhili were very familiar with this atmosphere, so no one felt disturbed and they even started to celebrate with the uncle.

The group chatted and laughed, creating a lively atmosphere reminiscent of a large family eating together. They frequently raised their glasses in celebration and hummed various traditional tunes.

Shiraki and his companions, who were tourists, also enjoyed this feeling.

"call!"

Bai Mucheng drank a glass of fruit wine, and felt the surrounding ink wash surging, and the sound of drums came again, just like the quiet night before.

Bang! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

It's not the sound of any musical instrument; it's just random tapping around, yet it sounds very rhythmic, lively, and pleasant to the ear.

The surrounding ink surged and gradually changed color, outlining a robust male silhouette.

Wearing an open, colorful short-sleeved shirt, paired with loose-fitting trousers and slippers, she seemed to be constantly on the move, making her unpredictable.

Bai Mucheng's eyes darted around, trying to find the person, but he couldn't keep up with their movements at all.

It was as if the phantom was deliberately trying to prevent Bai Mucheng from seeing it.

Soon, Shiraki Cheng realized the reason—

The phantom now wanted to immerse itself in the lively atmosphere around it, but it also didn't want Bai Mucheng to be distracted by it and miss this moment.

{...Ah, even if I'm traveling to become stronger, I can't miss out on other exciting things!}
The phantom sat on the empty window, tapping on the window frame in rhythm with the people around it.

Seeing that Bai Mucheng had finally given up the search, he stopped dodging and began to enjoy himself.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

{Yo, Buddy, let's talk about something useful—}
Life isn't as long as you think.
{So we always sing, dance, and fight whenever we meet...}
Enjoy life to the fullest – that's what 'living in the moment' means!
Although I sometimes distance myself from others for self-reflection, I can't miss out on the joy of rhythm, heh heh!
{…}
Shiraki nodded and murmured, "Yes, life isn't as long as you think..." This was overheard by Shibukawa.

The old man's face immediately fell with resentment, and he quipped, "What? I still have a long life ahead of me!"

"what……"

Bai Mucheng blushed instantly, unsure how to explain, which drew laughter from everyone around the table—including the illusory figure.

……

……

After lunch, everyone found a shady spot to digest and rest.

When elderly people have free time, they tend to become more talkative.

He recalled his "playing" with Bai Mucheng this morning and couldn't help but smile knowingly. He leaned closer to Bai Mucheng and sighed softly:

"Muay Thai, karate, wrestling, mixed martial arts, military combat techniques... and there seem to be some very trendy moves? You know a lot of them, Shiraki-kun."

"..."

Bai Mucheng sat on an outdoor wooden bench and replied with a smile, "I have many good teachers."

Shechuan abruptly changed the subject, "Ha! You've had so many masters, can you even learn everything?"

Bai Mucheng had anticipated this, and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Lie Haiwang—Mr. Lie—also mentioned a similar issue to me."

"Retsu Kaioh?"

Shechuan was somewhat surprised, but then he understood. "Indeed, if it were that upright and honorable King Liehai, he would definitely not be able to resist lecturing you."

Shiramu Cheng nodded. "Teacher Shechuan, do you hope that I will become a grandmaster of a school of thought?"

Shechuan was stunned and found it difficult to answer.

Bai Mucheng shook his head and said, "Then I probably have no chance, and I have no such idea."

Shibukawa blinked and said quietly, "Hmm, with your training method... is it that your desires are uncontrollable?"

"perhaps?"

Shiraki stroked his chin, describing his feelings: "The power of throwing a punch, the power of kicking, and the grappling and diving..."

"I want to know what true strength is, so I can only keep learning, hoping that when the answer comes, I will be able to understand its mysteries."

"If the answer is right in front of me, but I'm unable to understand it—that would be such a shame!"

Shiramu Cheng grinned.

"Am I on the right path in my studies? Or will I end up achieving nothing?"

"I don't need to think about it, because that's something only grandmasters would consider!"

"..."

After hearing this, Shechuan blinked, finding it difficult to comment for a moment.

The old man seemed to want to say something, but then stopped himself.

Wow, there are fighters like this...

……

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After digesting their food, the group continued their stroll in the afternoon.

Sonoda immediately felt relieved.

Because Shibukawa Gonki gave up defending his title, Sonoda was no longer so nervous and no longer needed to care about the awkward relationship between the Metropolitan Police Department and the Wu family.

All I have to do now is accompany Professor Shechuan and enjoy this publicly funded business trip!
—That's what Sonoda thought.

"..."

Guided by Wu Fengshui, the group strolled around, stopping frequently to buy souvenirs. Even Shechuan bought several gifts for his friends.

Everyone carried large and small bags and enjoyed the shopping trip immensely.

At this point, Sonoda suggested, "We could send the package to the judo club's training ground and ask them to take it back to Tokyo. That would be more convenient."

The training ground for the Metropolitan Police Department's Judo Club was originally a temporary ring in the central square, since that ring belonged to Shibukawa at the time.

However, as the ring changed hands, the judo club stopped training there.

Shiraki didn't mind, but Sonoda felt embarrassed, so they changed the venue, since there was a gymnasium in Kure no Sato for training.

"It's okay, just think of those rascals as having come here for training, after all, Teacher Shechuan is here too."

Sonoda waved his hand and smiled, looking very relaxed.

The group headed towards the stadium.

……

……

As soon as you push open the gymnasium door, you can hear two groups of people arguing and mocking each other, seemingly arguing about the use of the training grounds.

"Hey, why are you using our equipment area, you judo club of the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Huh? Then you professional wrestlers shouldn't come to our training ground either!"

"..."

Judo club? Professional wrestling?

Upon hearing this, Shiraki Sei and Shibukawa Takeki, who were walking at the front, found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha! What a rare sight!"

"Let's go take a walk and have a look."

An old man and a young man strode into the stadium side by side.

Sonoda: "..."

The middle-aged man, who had just relaxed, couldn't help but raise his palm and slap his forehead.

hiss……

big head!

(End of this chapter)