I teach judo in Tokyo.

Yumi Mifune jumped up with a scream: "Yama-surg!? That was Yama-surg just now, wasn't it!??"

She was so excited that she couldn't contain herself, and then Sosuke covered her mouth.

Sousuke glanced around awkwardly; the few people scattered throughout the dojo were casting surprised glances at them.

He looked down at the excited Yumi and said helplessly, "Don't shout like that, or I won't teach you anymore."

Mifune Yumi blinked her big, round eyes and nodded repeatedly under Sosuke's threat.

Sosuke released his hand from the class monitor's mouth.

Yumi Mifune immediately stepped forward and hugged his arm tightly: "Master, that move just now, was it Mountain Storm? The legendary illusion technique in judo!"

This time, although her voice was still very excited, it was much softer.

Sosuke nodded slightly: "Want to learn?"

“Of course!” Mifune Yumi blurted out.

Then, she frowned slightly, and suddenly said dejectedly, "But... I don't have the legendary 'octopus tentacles'..."

Sosuke patted her head, stretched out his foot, and gestured to the class monitor, "Look at my foot."

Yumi Mifune obediently looked down, then her eyes widened in surprise.

She raised her head, her breath quickening, and looked directly into Sosuke's eyes: "Master, your feet... your feet are just ordinary feet!"

Sousuke smiled mysteriously: "Who says you can't use 'Mountain Mist' without octopus tentacles?"

Yumi Mifune was already a little dizzy, and she was still trying to explain the generally accepted principle behind this illusionary technique: "But... but, without octopus legs, there's no way to 'grab' an opponent's foot with the unique toe structure like Saigo Shiro..."

"Yumi-chan, you're still too inflexible..." Sosuke looked around and felt that there were still too many people around.

Although it was only listed as "Yama-arashi" at the SR level, Sousuke had no interest in giving a lesson in public.

He's not a philanthropist.

So he pulled Mifune Yumi towards the outside of the Budokan: "There are too many people here, let's go somewhere else to talk. I think the Budokan has a small judo dojo, let's rent it temporarily."

(According to my research, the Budokan has small venues specifically for Kendo and Judo. I haven't been to any of them myself, so if this is inaccurate, please just consider it a parallel world setting.)

As Atobe Sousuke led the elated Mifune Yumi away.

On the second floor of the martial arts hall.

Several college students dressed in black and gray sportswear exchanged glances, their eyes revealing disbelief.

"Hey! Did you see that guy just now...?"

"That move...that move...how is that possible?"

Finally, everyone looked at the captain who was leaning on the railing.

He was a tall, muscular young man with a buzz cut and black hair.

He was wearing the same black and gray tracksuit as his teammates, with three Chinese characters embroidered on the back of his T-shirt.

Fudomine!

He was silently watching Sosuke's departing figure.

"Commander... that person just now really used..."

One of the team members came forward and stammered, "..."

“Yama-arashi!” said Tachibana Shohei, the ace of Fudomine, who was known as the captain, with unwavering certainty.

"The legendary illusion technique—Mountain Mist!"

Chapter 51 Lonely Man and Woman

"I never expected to have the opportunity to witness such a legendary skill in the regional qualifiers."

After Sousuke left, Tachibana Shohei of Fudomine turned around, his face showing excitement and his eyes shining with anticipation.

Under the watchful eyes of those around him, this ace of Fudomine walked, sat, and lay down with an imposing and unrestrained demeanor, just like a lion on the savanna.

"The name tags hanging on their judo uniforms seem to belong to Hefeng..." one of the team members said with a smile.

“Yes… Tsurumine…” Tachibana Shohei smiled, “That incredibly fast Iga has actually found such a formidable helper this year.”

"With such a powerful helper, I'm afraid Hefeng really has a chance to come to us." Another team member also looked solemn.

"The Lonely King now has the help of a powerful general... Crane Peak will probably be invincible this year."

Tachibana Shohei looked at his deputy, Itaru Shinji, who was in charge of the team's core position: "Shinji, what do you think?"

Shinji Itaru was a handsome man with smooth, shoulder-length hair. He wasn't tall, and his face seemed unchanging regardless of his emotions. Upon hearing Shohei Tachibana's question, he immediately replied, "A formidable guy. Judging from his physique, he's a perfect combination of strength and speed. He also possesses the supposedly completely lost technique 'Mountain Storm.' He might even be stronger than Yahiko Iga, but..."

He seemed to have a habit of rambling on and on, almost never stopping once he started talking: "However, I took a look, and Tsurumine's group is Group D. The seed in Group D is 'Kirizaki,' and their methods are quite despicable. Moreover, even without using despicable methods, these guys' strength absolutely deserves the title of 'seed,' and they're not easy to deal with... Also, there's..."

"Alright." Tachibana Shohei interrupted Itaru Shinji with a wry smile. "In short, even if I want to see this incredible 'mountain mist,' I only have a chance if Tsurumine can break through the encirclement of Group D, right?"

"Yes."

"Then let's wait and see... Hefeng, don't let me down!"

***

Around 8 p.m., Sousuke led the still-enthusiastic Yumi Mifune out of the branch gym next to the main Budokan stadium.

"Master, why are we out so early! I haven't learned it yet!" Mifune Yumi grabbed Atobe Sousuke's sleeve and wouldn't let go, wishing she could drag Sousuke back to continue practicing.

Sosuke pressed her head down impatiently, looking pained: "Nonsense, a small, private martial arts room cost me tens of thousands of yen in just two hours. I can't afford that!"

The moment money was mentioned, the class monitor immediately cowered and turned into a quail.

But she immediately became excited again: "Teacher! Teacher! How did you come up with that? You actually managed to use 'that' method to replace the octopus legs and create an improved version of Mountain Mist. That's so cool!"

Sosuke patted her head: "I know a lot more. So, do you want to learn Yamagashi, Nekoyaki, or bedroom techniques now?"

Yumi Mifune's face immediately scrunched up.

The nemesis of most throwing techniques – the cat willow.

The legendary illusion technique – Mountain Mist.

Sosuke's secret weapon for easily defeating the department head—the sleeping technique.

This is such a dilemma!

Seeing her deep in thought, Sosuke was happy that his disciple was no longer chattering away and making him almost deaf.

He successfully brought Mifune Yumi, who had been deep in thought all along, back to the hotel.

"I've made up my mind!"

Yumi Mifune suddenly looked up, her little fist clenched tightly.

"I want to learn all of them: mountain mist, cat willow, and sleeping techniques!"

As she spoke, she looked up at Sosuke: "The first thing to learn is, of course, the invincible Mountain Storm!"

Invincible?

Perhaps only a die-hard judo student like myself would have such an aura about a judo technique.

After all, the move "Mountain Breeze" is indeed legendary in the world of judo.

“Sure, it just so happens that I think your throwing talent is actually better than your other skills. Maybe you can master this mountain storm quickly.” Sosuke said with a smile.

"Thank you, Teacher, you're so kind to me." Yumi Mifune hugged Sousuke tightly, her petite and soft body stirring his heart.

The two entered the elevator together.

In the empty elevator, Yumi Mifune suddenly screamed.

"ah!"

The class monitor suddenly jumped up and down, almost startling Atobe Sousuke.

"What are you doing now?" Sosuke was speechless.

"I haven't given the teacher a massage yet today!"

Yumi Mifune slapped her palm, then looked intently at Sousuke.

Then, her eyes lit up, and she pulled Sosuke out of the elevator: "Shihan, come to my room! I'll give you a massage, then you can go back."

Sosuke paused for a moment, then swallowed hard and looked at the petite and adorable class monitor who was pulling him forward.

Nighttime, hotel, a lone man and woman alone in a room...

Is this really a good idea?

[Current Status: Blood is beginning to pool...]

Get lost, you perverted system!

Just as Sosuke was struggling with his thoughts, Yumi Mifune, with a mix of resistance and coercion, successfully pulled him into the room.

The door was closed.

Sosuke let out a long sigh of relief for no apparent reason.

“Come on, Teacher, lie down on the bed, I’ll give you a massage.” Mifune Yumi said with a smile, then suddenly paused and snuggled closer to Sousuke’s chest.

She leaned her little head against Sosuke's chest, her delicate nose twitching as if sniffing something, then waved her hand: "Teacher! You're sweating, you smell awful, go take a shower first!"

"Okay...okay..." Sosuke took a deep breath and immediately caught the scent of the class monitor's sweaty body. He hurriedly and awkwardly rummaged through his bag for a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

Not long after Atobe Sousuke closed the bathroom door, and the sound of showering began, Mifune Yumi sat back down on her bed.

Then, her sluggish brain finally reacted.

Good heavens! What am I doing?

Her pretty face flushed bright red instantly, as delicate and beautiful as a flower.

Teacher training... I hope Atobe won't misunderstand something.

Die, die, die!

At this moment, the slow-witted class monitor found himself in an embarrassing situation!

And it was during this internal struggle that she was torn between her conscience and her will.

Boys always shower very quickly.

Especially since Sosuke harbored some inexplicable expectation, he washed even faster.

A moment later, he walked out awkwardly, dressed in casual shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, under the wide-eyed gaze of Yumi Mifune.

The two exchanged a silent glance.

Sosuke clearly noticed that the class monitor, who had been so carefree just moments before, now had a flushed face and was looking away.

The woman is weak and the man is strong!

Seeing the girl in this state, Sousuke felt much more relaxed.

He smiled and then said softly, "Chairman, I'm done washing."

"Oh...oh! Then, then you can lie down!" Mifune Yumi's face was burning red, and she lowered her head deeply.

Sosuke looked at the judo uniform the other person was wearing and smiled, "Chairman, you sweat more than I do. Go take a shower too. I'll wait for you."

"Huh?" Yumi Mifune was stunned for a moment. She immediately looked down and smelled her T-shirt, her face turning even redder. She immediately stood up, found her clothes, and ran into the bathroom.

The two brushed past each other, with Mifune Yumi keeping her head down, not daring to look at Atobe Sousuke.

Meanwhile, our Master Atobe, having regained his composure, comfortably lay down on the girl's small bed.

This is really something to look forward to...

Chapter 52 Yumi’s Massage

Lying comfortably on the bed, listening to the pattering water coming from the bathroom next door, Sosuke felt a little hot for a moment.

He immediately found the remote and turned on the air conditioner.

Then, looking back, I felt my breathing become a little rapid.

As we all know, some hotel bathroom partitions are made of glass...