I teach judo in Tokyo.

Then the two of them went to their seats one after the other.

"Sousuke-kun... Congratulations!" Yotsuba Saki stared at Atobe Sousuke's face, stammering out her blessings.

Sousuke chuckled and patted her head: "Saki, I heard you cheering me on, thank you!"

The little classmate smiled contentedly.

Beside her, Emi raised her head, her nose twitching slightly.

"Saki, you should be able to smell it, right? It's a strange, yet somewhat familiar scent."

"Huh? No way?" Yotsuba Saki was too busy looking at Sousuke to listen carefully to what Emi was saying.

"It feels weird..." Emi frowned, as if she was recalling some embarrassing memory.

On the other side, Motoko looked calmly at Sosuke: "Did something happen? I saw your judo team leave the stage a long time ago."

When Yumi Mifune, who was standing behind Sosuke, heard Motoko Itako's question, she was startled and her face turned bright red.

I'm so nervous, incredibly nervous!

Surprisingly, Sousuke remained remarkably calm, displaying a perfectly timed frown: "Enough said. Minister Iga's injuries are more serious than we thought. We're taking him to the hospital for a checkup right away."

The reason was flawless, and combined with Sousuke's natural acting skills, Motoko Gofuku, a swordswoman with a pure heart, didn't think much of it at all.

She nodded: "I see... I understand."

Yumi Mifune breathed a sigh of relief, then cautiously suggested, "Motoko, are you still going to watch the men's kendo final here? I didn't sleep well, I want to go back and take a nap."

Sosuke chuckled to himself as he watched the class monitor's awkward expression.

It's a pity, the Chairman is still young.

I wonder what Kuno-nee is doing; I miss her a little.

Sousuke licked his lips...

In reality, the widow whom Sosuke longed for had already quietly left with her daughter after seeing Sosuke leave the arena after the match.

Kuno Maruko's thoughts were a bit puzzling, especially when she saw Sosuke surrounded by three vibrant and beautiful girls, she felt even more embarrassed to come out and greet him.

Why is that? Perhaps he's afraid his presence will affect Sosuke's relationship with the female classmates...

She was a little upset and didn't even realize that she was pouting and sulking.

However, when she looked down and saw her daughter, Xiao Kui, happily holding her hand, her mood inexplicably improved.

I rarely get a day off, so I can't just let it go to waste.

Let's go play in the park with Xiaokui!

***

evening.

Atobe Sousuke, travel-worn, pushed open the gate to his family's dojo courtyard.

After securing the final victory in the qualifiers today, he and his three disciples returned to the hotel to rest. Later, under the guidance of their team leader, they went to attend the closing ceremony of the regional competition.

Clearly, as the regional champion in both the individual and team competitions, Sosuke represented himself and Tsurumine on stage to receive the certificates and medals.

Then, countless flashes of light were directed at him, capturing his spirited image.

It's estimated that it won't be long, possibly even as early as tomorrow, before major Japanese media outlets or newspapers publish a small section about the Tokyo regional preliminary champion.

In fact, under normal circumstances, although sports such as Kendo and Judo are traditional Japanese martial arts, their actual influence is far less than that of Japan's major ball sports.

Normal media outlets usually allocate space and space for judo competitions in obscure corners of newspapers.

The problem is that Sosuke is different this time.

He used the phrase "mountain mist".

As a legendary technique in the world of judo, the "Mountain Storm" throw has been almost mythologized by judo enthusiasts thanks to the popularization of well-known movies, but very few people can actually use it in a real competition.

Sosuke put this on for everyone, and Sosuke is the dark horse of Tsurumine High School.

Sosuke even won first place in both the individual and team competitions.

With so many explosive events happening, if the media still doesn't know to focus their coverage on him, they're really going to lose their jobs.

So, not only were countless photos taken of Sousuke, but he was also interviewed by several media outlets after the match.

Therefore, Sousuke, who could have returned to the dojo earlier, was delayed again and did not get home until dusk.

"Ok?"

Pushing open the gate to the courtyard, Sousuke was somewhat puzzled not to see the widow practicing her throwing techniques as usual.

Amidst the cicadas' chirping on a hot summer day, the temple was silent, as if no one was active.

"Could it be that Kuno-nee hasn't left work yet? Is Aoi still here?"

Sousuke took out the key, unlocked the door to the dojo, and went inside.

I casually put down my luggage and saw that there was no one in the martial arts arena and the kitchen and dining room on the first floor, so I decided to go back to my room and change into my home clothes.

When I passed by Maruko Kuno's room, I saw that her door was closed.

Hmm...it seems I really haven't arrived home yet. Well then, I'll change my clothes and go cook something. I've been eating Kuno-nee's cooking every day lately, so I should give her a taste of her own medicine.

Sosuke smiled to himself as he thought about it, then opened the door to his room.

The sight inside the door made his eyes narrow involuntarily.

Kuno-nee... why are you sleeping in my room?

And she's dressed so alluringly!?

Sosuke couldn't help but swallow hard, then quietly approached his bedside and gazed at the widow's sleeping face.

The beautiful woman with a slender figure was fast asleep, hugging his pillow.

Her sleeping face was serene and gentle. She was wearing a black slip dress, unaware that the straps on her shoulders had slipped down to her arms.

Because of her sleeping position, her short nightgown was rolled up to her waist, inevitably revealing the snow-white cushion that should have been covered.

Below the cushion are soft, white, and shapely thighs, now relaxed and flat on the mattress. At the end of the smooth, white, and warm calves are slightly fleshy, plump, and tender feet.

At this moment, the widow's face was rosy, and her slightly parted lips held a faint smile, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Sosuke had originally planned to invite the widow to join him in defeating his inner demons that night.

Now, back in his own room, he was immediately confronted with the widow's alluring, unguarded sleeping posture.

Who could withstand this?!

He quietly put his things away and then closed the door to the room.

He slowly returned to the widow's side, squatted down, and carefully admired her peaceful sleeping face.

She's sleeping so soundly, and she's drooled all over my pillow, so cute!

Kuno-nee, life must be really tiring!

Give her a massage to relieve her fatigue!

Sosuke felt a deep pity for the beautiful woman and immediately climbed onto the bed, sitting on the soft cushions to prepare to work part-time as a massage therapist.

......

First, gently part the thin strap that was stuck in the cushion.

......

......

......

The widow, exhausted from playing with her daughter all afternoon, couldn't resist sneaking into her room at her teacher's college after coaxing Aoi to sleep. She had only intended to smell Sosuke's scent and rest for a while.

As a result, because he was so tired, he actually fell asleep hugging the teacher's college pillow.

......

Her eyelids trembled slightly, then slowly opened.

The sleepy widow raised her head blankly and looked around.

What came into view were familiar arms supporting her head on either side.

She was startled and instinctively let out a soft gasp.

Then, I heard the familiar voice of a teacher from the teachers' college.

"Sister Kuno, it's me... Relax, let me give you a massage, your shoulders and neck are too stiff."

“Sō...Sōsuke…” The widow tensed up, then relaxed, and then suddenly stiffened again.

"You...you!?"

"Kuno-nee...is this okay?"

......

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the white gauze curtains of Sosuke's room window, casting overlapping shadows on the wall beside the bed after being blocked by solid objects.

In the courtyard of the Byakuya Dojo, the wind blew through the cherry blossom trees, and the branches rustled as they swayed.

The cicadas in the trees kept chirping incessantly, as if echoing a melodious tune coming from somewhere.

Tokyo, which is about to enter the height of summer, is gradually getting hot. Even after the sun sets, the heat accumulated during the day has not dissipated, and instead makes people feel a bit irritable.

However, as a highly skilled musician, Sosuke was destined not to have his performance affected by the hot weather.

......

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***

Chapter 106 It's almost the end of the semester, so we need to form study groups!

(Due to well-known unforeseen circumstances, Chapter 104 was temporarily blocked. We apologize for that.)

[Defeated Yumi Mifune (six months later), reward has been issued]

[Victory Reward: Strength increased by 5kg]

[Virtual Trial Ends]

......

Early in the morning, the sun shone brightly outside the window, and the heat had already begun to spread into the room.

Atobe Sousuke opened his eyes, feeling refreshed, and sat up in bed.

The pressure that had been building up for so long was finally relieved yesterday.

All I can say is that they were eloquent, loyal ministers, and skilled communicators.

Nothing is as relaxing as actually sheathing your sword.

Only by sheathing the sword can we prove that the battle is over and the crisis is over.

You can relax to your heart's content.

After entering his dream last night, the virtual trial arrived as scheduled. This time, he gave up on continuing to challenge the higher-level Kuno Maruko.

The fact that Kuno Maruko, who was at the "three years later" level in the last challenge, had already put him at a slight risk of failure.

Sosuke wasn't sure if his failure would waste his chance to challenge this week, so he chose another disciple this time.

As expected, the challenge started again six months later.

Yumi Mifune's physical foundation is much better than that of the widow, and her future state six months from now is also much stronger than the widow's equivalent future state.

However, she was weaker than Kuno-nee three years later, so she was easily defeated.

After getting dressed, I leisurely walked downstairs and immediately saw Sister Kuno making breakfast.

The widow was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that were not much different from usual, and her graceful figure was particularly alluring because of the fitted clothes.

Her hair was styled in a casual updo, and her complexion was rosy; she looked as beautiful and charming as a flower that had just been watered.