Super Fighting Tokyo.

Erhu patted Wang Ma's shoulder, "You've done a great job training too! That fierce little brat from before has grown up to this extent..."

"Ah!"

Wang Ma didn't say much, but simply grabbed Erhu's hand tightly.

Although he never admitted it, Erhu was both Wang Ma's "master" who taught him and his "father" who raised him.

The same heart gave birth to two identities.

Their care was doubled, without a trace of pretense, and they looked after Wang Ma from beginning to end.

"..."

Erhu pursed his lips, then suddenly whispered, "Wangma, I'm sorry...!"

Wang Ma gritted his teeth and frowned, feeling both helpless and reluctant. "How could I possibly need your apology?!"

……

……

Finally, the séance ended.

Erhu's soul departed, like a wisp of white smoke rising into the sky, leaving behind a bewildered Maruk.

Wang Ma patted Maruk on the shoulder, looking relaxed, as if some deep-seated knot in his heart had been untied, and even his movements were much lighter.

Thank you all.

He nodded and thanked everyone who had helped him, then left with Yamashita Kazuo.

"..."

Immediately afterwards, Tokugawa raised his hand, gesturing to his older sister.

Hanzi nodded and pointed at Tokugawa, saying, "My useless younger brother seems to need my help, so we'll be leaving now."

"Yes, sorry to bother you."

Tokugawa was both nervous and expectant, as if he had something important to do and couldn't wait any longer.

"..."

Katahara Metsudo watched his old friend leave, then turned to look at Kano Aki and Shiraki Sei beside him.

"Heh heh, Tokita Ohma is satisfied for now, but your yawns will probably stop soon."

"Many powerful guys had a premonition as well."

"But no matter what..."

Leaning on his cane, Mie Tang smiled faintly, his eyes narrowed. "I also hope to see Ao continue to grow and evolve!"

After saying this, the last two left.

……

……

The daily routine at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy continues.

Two more days passed just like that.

The evening of the third day—

Shiraki Sei was hitting the sandbag in the training dojo for several hours, replacing it four times, and continuing until he was covered in sweat.

Punch out!

Kick it with your leg...!

The urge to yawn, which had been suppressed by meeting the Tokita Nitora, is gradually being reawakened over time.

"Haaah~~!!"

In the midst of extremely high-intensity strike training, something that should never happen—yawning—occurred once again.

However, at some point a few minutes later—

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A rhythmic thud suddenly appeared beside Bai Mucheng's ear; upon closer listening, it turned out to be someone's "heartbeat".

The urge to yawn then stops.

almost……

Bai Mucheng's blows became increasingly forceful, his punches and kicks deforming the sandbag.

"he"--

The owner of that heartbeat is about to take action!

Soon, the day will come when I will meet the "owner of the heartbeat"!

Chapter 605 Two Appearances

The next day, at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy.

Today is a rare day off, and Shiraki Cheng has no exercise plans, so he can relax all day.

So, after breakfast—

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui then gathered in the living room on the first floor, turned on the TV and game console, sat cross-legged, picked up the controllers, and played games together.

"..."

Wu Fengshui could clearly sense that, although Bai Mucheng did not show it, he must have "sensed" something.

Just like the top snipers, even if the bullet has just left the barrel, they can feel it the moment they pull the trigger and anticipate "hitting the target".

The same applies to fighters!

"Shiraki-sensei..."

Wu Fengshui leaned against Bai Mucheng's shoulder, "Since you have a premonition, why don't you go and visit the others?"

Bai Mucheng stared at the TV screen, grinning, "We agreed to play games together today!"

Wu Fengshui blinked, his black-and-white pupils darting around. "But is it really okay to just accept your premonition like this?"

"I don't know, but I feel it's just right."

Bai Mucheng narrowed his eyes and smiled leisurely: "I always feel that this is more suitable for me than preparing for battle with all my might."

"That's how I should be, facing fighters, death row inmates, even cavemen."

After saying that, he tilted his head and leaned against the girl's head, able to smell the pleasant fragrance in her hair.

……

……

The two people in the living room were playing video games, and the atmosphere was just right.

Outside the gate, inside the courtyard.

Six girls were laughing and joking.

Arisa Sakurai, Hina Hongo, Hibiki Saakura, Akemi Soruin, and Ayaka Uehara.

And, the new Russian transfer student, Gina Porter.

Wu Jialuo is not here; he probably took advantage of the holiday to go play with Tokita Ohma.

"..."

The high school students from the Royal Sakura Girls' Academy were taking advantage of the good sunshine to move their tables into the courtyard and do their homework together this week.

But clearly, this week's math homework is going to be tough.

Apart from Zhu Mei, Gina, and Ji Nai—the three top students—the remaining four students groaned in despair, feeling utterly miserable from the math problems.

Hibiki Sakura's eyes trembled. "Instead of doing math problems, I'd rather go to the gym..."

Zhu Mei smiled helplessly, "No, we trained yesterday, so our muscles need to rest properly today."

You Sha rubbed her temples, staring at her textbook in thought, "I bet the teacher won't check next week."

Hina smiled and said, "That won't work either, Arisa-san. High school students should study hard and do their homework properly."

Arisa: "..."

Arisa: "Why am I being lectured by Himeko?"

"..."

After much effort, half of the math homework was completed, but the other half of the problem remained unsolved.

Even with tutoring from three top students, the team was still outnumbered and quickly became powerless to explain the difficult problems.

Yusa stood up, stretched, and rolled over, lying on her back on the grass.

"I can't understand math! Need some experts!"

"..."

After he finished speaking, a series of footsteps suddenly came from the courtyard gate.

Yusa tilted her head back and looked up in a lying position, and found that the people who came were two thin old men in suits.

She knew one of them.

He had a mustache, white hair and beard, and his face was covered with wrinkles.

It was none other than his own brother's friend, the Nobel Prize laureate in Chemistry, Dr. Albert Payne, who had taken care of Piccolo!

The other one, wearing glasses, also appeared to be a scientist, though slightly younger than Dr. Payne.

Although his hair was all white, his eyebrows and beard were still black. He had a short beard and a receding hairline.

"..."