Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

On the other side is the renowned "Great Hero of Yanhuang": adopted by a Yanhuang martial artist from childhood, he learned all kinds of martial arts; he regards chivalry as the ultimate meaning of martial arts, regards martial arts as the true meaning of life, and is willing to sacrifice himself to uphold the way of martial arts. He occasionally travels to Tokyo.

The two protagonists, each with their own differing wills, finally meet on a stage called "Akihabara," where their final confrontation unfolds...

After watching the movie trailer, Makoto Kyushu broke out in a sweat in embarrassment.

"Adaptation isn't about making things up. Is it really okay to portray me as so childish?" he couldn't help but joke. "And at least you should get my consent first, right?"

However, Makoto Kyushu was just saying it casually. He's not a petty person; as long as the movie doesn't deliberately slander him, he can make a fuss as he pleases.

Afterwards, the two chose a sukiyaki restaurant for their meal.

Compared to last time, Mizuhashi Eiki was finally able to eat her fill, which made Kyushu Makoto quite relieved.

"By the way, are your family members still making things difficult for you?" Kyushu Makoto asked with concern.

"Hmm..." Mizuhashi Eiki shook her head gently and smiled shyly: "After you and Ushiwakamaru-sensei visited my home, their attitude towards me has improved a little... I'm really grateful to you, senpai!"

"It's good that you're alright." Kyushu Makoto nodded, his tone softening. "In the future, if you have any problems, talk to others. Don't keep them bottled up inside."

“Well, actually I plan to move out after graduating from high school.” Mizuhashi Eiki said thoughtfully, “Whether it’s going to university or working, I don’t want to live with them anymore.”

"That's good too." Kyushu Makoto encouraged her, "Then you have to work hard, and keep in touch with me in the future!"

"Yes! I definitely will!" Mizuhashi Eiki nodded repeatedly and took out a novel from her bag.

The novel's cover features a young man in black holding an umbrella for a short girl.

"This is the printed edition of the first volume of my novel." Mizuhashi Eiki nervously handed the book to Kyushu Makoto.

"It may sound arrogant to say this... but this book has my autograph, so please accept it no matter what!"

Kyushu Makoto took the novel and, sure enough, saw his junior's signature on the table of contents.

She signed her pen name, and the handwriting was quite artistic; it should read as "Payasi".

The cover also features a prominent line of text: "Teacher Payasi's masterpiece has been shortlisted for the 'Azure Star Newcomer Novel Award'!"

"Did you win an award?" Makoto Kyushu exclaimed in surprise.

“No…it’s just a nomination~” Mizuhashi Eiki smiled shyly: “The editor thinks it’s already amazing that my first book was nominated, so he asked the publisher to print that sentence on the cover.”

"Now that we've gained recognition, it proves that our efforts were on the right track." Kyushu Makoto looked pleased and carefully put the novel into his bag.

After finishing their meal, the two strolled hand in hand along the street for a while before Kyushu Makoto took her to the station.

"Thank you so much for today, senior!" Mizuhashi Eihi bowed deeply with her hands in front of her.

Kyushu Makoto thought for a moment, then suddenly instructed, "Ei-chan, please close your eyes."

"Close your eyes?" Mizuhashi Eiji closed her eyes and stood obediently in place.

Kyushu Makoto recalled what Suzumiya Momiji had told him:

"To make a girl fall for you, simply holding hands and hugging isn't enough."

"Try giving her a farewell kiss at the end of the date!"

"I know you're an innocent guy, so just kiss her cheek or forehead. It's a very proper greeting in Europe, so don't feel guilty about it~"

Gazing at his junior's delicate, rosy face, Kyushu Makoto sighed softly and gently kissed the girl's forehead.

"Ugh... Eh? Eh eh eh!" Mizuhashi Eiki was startled by the sudden attack and didn't know what to do. Her soft face instantly turned cherry red and small circles began to appear in her eyes.

"Senior... Waaah... Just now..." She covered her face in shame, muttering softly in a voice on the verge of tears, "Senior... suddenly kissed me?"

"Yeah, how are you feeling now?" Kyushu Makoto asked with a hint of anticipation.

"I... Waaah..." The junior's voice softened completely, like a glutinous rice ball: "It's so sudden... My heart is beating so fast, I don't know what to do..."

"Great, that's what it feels like to be moved!" Kyushu Makoto gave a thumbs up, silently thanking Momiji for her guidance.

"Remember how you feel right now, and turn it into creative power!"

After saying that, Kyushu Makoto prepared to turn and leave.

"Ugh... Senior... wait a minute!" Just then, Mizuhashi Eiki spoke softly.

"Is there anything else?" Kyushu asked.

"Chirp~" Mizuhashi Eiki quickly tiptoed over and gently kissed his cheek.

"This is... a return gift." Her face flushed red, and she quickly fled into the subway station.

93. Midnight Rampage

【Kyushu-kun, I passed my driver's license test! Let's go racing tonight!】

On Sunday morning, Makoto Kyushu received a message from his senior, Karasukawa.

“No problem, I’m not scheduled to work today.” He readily agreed.

Makoto Kyushu doesn't like racing; he dislikes any activity that puts life at risk and is meaningless.

However, the fact that Senior Karasawa made significant contributions to the previous undercover operation, even putting herself in danger, is something that Kyushu Makoto finds hard to accept.

Kyushu Makoto is a man of his word, and today he will risk his life to accompany her, hoping to make amends to his senior.

At nine o'clock in the evening, he arrived at the subway station to wait for him.

A soft rumbling sound reached his ears as his senior rode a sleek black and white motorcycle slowly toward him.

The orange glow of the streetlights flowed over her and her motorcycle. The girl was dressed in a standard rider's outfit today—a fitted black leather jacket and jeans, along with thick leather gloves and knee pads, while her helmet was casually hung behind her neck.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Kyushu!” Karasukawa Sakifumi held out his hand, gesturing for him to come to the back seat:

"My mom kept nagging me to put on my protective suit before I was allowed to go out, which wasted a lot of time."

“If it were me, I would nag like that too.” Kyushu Makoto grabbed her hand and leaped onto the back seat.

To ensure his safety, Makoto Kyushu wore his thickest clothes and even went to a nearby general store to buy a pair of second-hand cycling protective gear.

Kyushu Makoto put on his helmet and said with a heavy heart, "I'm ready, let's go."

"Don't look so gloomy, like you're being tortured~" Karasu Saki turned the handlebars, the engine emitting a beast-like growl: "Remember to hold on tight to my waist, or you'll get thrown off!"

“Okay.” Kyushu Makoto wrapped his arms around his senior’s slender waist, leaned forward slightly, and pressed himself against her from behind.

Tokyo has two major expressways suitable for high-speed driving: one is the Bayfront Line that runs along Tokyo Bay, and the other is the C1 Loop Line that runs along the city center. Both are paradises for high-speed car enthusiasts in the Kanto region.

"These two highways are as important to racers as Mount Akina in Gunma Prefecture in the north~" Karasukawa Saki gently revved the engine and drove his motorcycle into the highway rest stop on the bayfront line.

Wano Country has a very strong racing culture, and there are many professional racers who make a living through underground racing.

In that chaotic era when gangsters were rampant, Wano Country saw the emergence of numerous illegal biker gangs—causing noise pollution, dangerous speeding, and even armed brawls—leaving the people in a state of fear and resentment.

The rest stop was filled with rows of sports cars and motorcycles of all shapes and sizes, clearly designed for racing.

The vehicle owners stood under the streetlights, chatting with each other. Most of them were dressed in neat protective suits and their manners were quite polite.

With the decline of organized crime, "illegal biker gangs" have also become a thing of the past. Most modern biker gangs are now "civilized bikers," meaning they are racing enthusiasts who simply enjoy speed and never cause trouble or commit crimes. Traffic police usually turn a blind eye and don't make things too difficult for them.

A short while later, a middle-aged man wearing a brown leather jacket came over and struck up a conversation with the two of them:

"Hey, are you new here? Want to join today's walking event?"

"Yes, this is my first time here. Please take good care of me, senior." Karasawa Saki bowed politely.

"Oh, then you'd better follow our rules carefully." The middle-aged man in the brown leather jacket put his hands in his pockets, adopting a lecturing tone:

"You can only drive at speeds above 200 km/h on roads with low traffic. You must yield to unrelated vehicles and must not intentionally collide with or intimidate other drivers..."

After giving a long lecture, the uncle earnestly advised, "These days, the traffic police are strict. We're most afraid of clueless young people. If someone dies in an accident, no one can play anymore."

"Thank you for informing me, senior. I will comply!" Karasu Sakifumi said politely.

"Also, why don't you join our contact group?" The man took out his phone again and invited, "Someone will be responsible for notifying us traffic police of our patrol routes and stakeout locations, so it'll be less likely for us to get caught."

Karasukawa Saki took out her phone and exchanged contact information with the older man. Upon seeing her name, the man murmured, "Karasukawa?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Karasu Saki tilted her head slightly, a little curious.

"Sorry, it's nothing." The uncle shook his head and said, "I remember that the second-in-command of 'Heavenly Creation' used to be a very powerful woman. After retiring, she married a gangster named Ya Chuan."

"Have you ever heard of 'Heavenly Creation', Uncle?" Karasu Sakifumi asked, somewhat surprised.

This was the biker gang her mother used to belong to, but whenever she tried to hear more from her mother, her mother would always give her a "don't want to think about the past" look and chuckle to brush it off.

"How could I not know?" The middle-aged man smiled slightly, scratching his head thoughtfully.

"Heavenly Creation was the largest biker gang in the Kanto region twenty years ago. I was one of them, but just a low-level member."

"Eh~ Can you tell me more?" Karasu Sakifumi asked, her expression intently focused.

"That's all from my dark past when I was young. I did a lot of stupid things, so let's not talk about it." The middle-aged man quickly changed the subject and became serious again:

"Listen up, newbie! Be careful when speeding, don't act recklessly just because you're young! At speeds exceeding 200 mph, you won't even have a chance to regret it!"

As everyone was chatting, they suddenly noticed that many race car drivers had gotten into their cars. The rest stop was filled with the continuous soft hum of engines, as if a grand symphony was about to begin.

Karasu Saki also put on a helmet and pulled Kyushu Makoto up onto the motorcycle.

"It might speed up to over 200 mph later...maybe even 300 mph, are you mentally prepared?" she whispered in Kyushu Makoto's ear.

"Safety first." Kyushu Makoto merely frowned and gave a low order.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I inherited my mom's racing genes, I'll definitely make you feel like you're flying!" Karasu Saki suddenly became a little excited, gently turning the handlebars: