Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 120 117. Master and Apprentice and Father and Daughter

Pochi froze for a moment, his spring-like eyes seemed to boil, and he squinted his eyes proudly into a moon.

The blond girl took a step back, raised her chin, put one hand on her chest, the other on her arm, shaking her index finger, making nonono movements, and humming like a small animal from her mouth.

"If you want to be a teacher, if you don't have a teacher ceremony, you can't do it~"

Seeing Pochi whose nose was going up to the sky, Asama put down her schoolbag, turned her back to Pochi, and sat at the entrance to change her slippers.

"What do you want as a teacher's gift? Dried meat strips?"

"A comb is fine~"

"Why didn't you say you wanted a diamond ring?"

Combs have the meaning of engagement in all countries in the East Asian cultural circle, right?I didn't expect Pochi to have such common sense.

Asama put on her slippers and walked to the kitchen carrying red wine and fish.

Pochi followed like a puppy and said with a smile,
"That's okay too!"

Sorry, it's impossible, I don't want to be a rebellious apprentice.

Asama shook the red wine gift box in her hand,

"That's it, Drunkard Pochi."

"this is?"

"Red wine, or do you only like beer?"

"As long as it's wine, Pochi can drink it!"

Pochi jumped onto the kitchen island, shaking his calf, took the red wine handed over by Asama, looked at the inflated price on the label, frowned and said,
"Didn't you just say that you need to save money? Why do you buy these high-end goods and take them home?"

"You must be sincere when you are a teacher."

"Then what did you say about biltong? Did you really treat me like a dog?"

"If you don't think of yourself as a dog, no matter what others say, it won't change the fact that you are a human being."

Asama patted the bluefin tuna on the cooking table,

"Now, let's use this as biltong, Mr. Pochi."

Boqi hummed twice in satisfaction, and opened the red wine gift box with great interest.

Inside the exquisite red gift box, a small bottle opener is thoughtfully included.

The blond drunkard fiddled with the red wine bottle with a corkscrew.

Asama took a look at the two bluefin tuna belly meat, and looked at the label. It was aged for about 7 days, which is safe.

He covered one of the bluefin tuna with several layers of absorbent paper, wrapped it in plastic wrap, put it in a separate aseptic freezer in the refrigerator, set the temperature at 1 degree, and continued to let it mature.

Another smaller bluefin tuna has a big belly, and Asama cut off the slightly dry surface, revealing the light red fish texture of the bluefin tuna.

Asama slices part of it for sashimi, part of it into cubes, large cubes for barbecue, and small cubes for miso soup.

"Do you need to add red wine to marinate barbecue? Ah Shui?"

Asama poured the big diced into the sauce mixed with basil, basil, garlic, black pepper, thyme, rosemary, and olive oil, shook his head and replied,
"No. How does the wine taste?"

Pochi took a sip of the red wine poured into the glass, and said with a smile,
“Although you can’t tell the quality of wine by drinking it, you can tell the filial piety of a good disciple~”

Asama checked the time and speeded up the processing of ingredients. Pochi also jumped down from the kitchen island and joined Asama's meal preparation with a smile on his face. He took the buns, cut the eggplant and green peppers, and asked ,

"What does Ah Shui want to learn? Ballet?"

"If you can teach, Barrett is fine."

"Hehe~ Or are you talking about the skills of becoming an adult?"

Asama put down what she was doing and looked at Pochi with serious eyes until she closed her frivolous lips.
"Really, Ah Shui can't take a joke at all."

"I want to learn judo, Pochi, you are the most suitable teacher for the current situation."

Hearing what Asama said, Pochi's nose and the corners of his mouth turned up again.

"Heh heh heh~ I have a good vision~ I'm an expert at the national level~"

"Ah, Master Pochi is really amazing."

"By the way, why does Ah Shui want to learn judo? Don't you think it's very earthy?"

"It can be regarded as part of the physical exercise plan."

With the cooperation of the two, supper and lunch for the next day were quickly prepared.

At 12:40, Asama, who was feeling sleepy, glanced at Pochi, who was patting his belly.

"The presents have been accepted, and the supper has been eaten. Let's start judo teaching tomorrow."

Pochi clapped his hands and stood up, saying to Asama,
"Let's start now~ strike while the iron is hot~~~ If you want to learn the essence of Judo from Mr. Pochi, you must first let me test your weight, Ah Shui, and then I can teach you according to your aptitude!"

Seeing that Pochi was ready to pounce, Asama took a step back and said,

"Are you going to go crazy with just one sip of red wine, Boqi? It's too late now, let me go to bed."

"Since I have already apprenticed to the master, the apprentice should listen to the master's words!"

Pochi made a lunge and was dodged by Asama.

Asama hid on the edge of the sofa, looked at Pochi who was eager to try, and regretted talking about apprenticeship tonight.

"Even if you strike while the iron is hot, shouldn't you teach some common sense and basic skills first?"

"Those things can be learned online. Since I received the gift, I naturally have to teach some valuable things!"

"On the first day of apprenticeship, the master beat the apprentice?"

"Hmph~ If you don't experience life and death, you will not be able to learn Master Pochi's skills, Ah Shui!"

Asama turned to Pochi warily and moved towards the bathroom a little bit.

"Understood, let's pretend that apprenticeship never happened. It's getting late and I haven't taken a shower yet."

"Hey~ Ah Shui! How can you stop halfway!"

"The goods are not right, the transaction is suspended."

"No, show me your moves!"

In an unremarkable apartment building in Azabu Juban, Minato-ku, a lively indoor chase was staged.

"Ah Shui, you bastard! You can only escape, but you can't learn the essence of judo!"

Wearing slippers, I tried my best to take a breath in the shallow space of the carpet area,

"So, why do you have to do this kind of entry test in the middle of the night! It's already disturbing the people."

"Rootness! Roots! How can the path of judo be hindered by a mere amount of time!"

Every time when Pochi was about to catch Asama, the grappler would be avoided by another of his rolls.

Small outside cut, small inside cut, big outside cut, big inside cut, foot sweep, knee car, all kinds of tripping techniques are ineffective.

What kind of master is a master who can't knock down his disciples?
Boqi made a gesture to undress, taking advantage of the moment Asama frowned and turned his head, his hands finally grasped his shoulders, and he fell to the ground and stretched his legs to reach his stomach, and a clean buttock threw Asama away.

Asama made a somersault and stood firmly on the sofa.

Pochi's eyes lit up!
"Ah Shui! You are a judo wizard!"

Asama, who was covered in sweat, adjusted his breathing. He suspected that if it continued, the neighbors next door and downstairs would call the police.

"Can I take a break now? After running tomorrow morning, it's not too late to practice." "Ah Shui, did you go to another world this weekend? I feel that my body coordination has improved a lot!"

A trip to another world only increases the coordination, there is no possibility of returning, right?

"Boqi, go take a shower first, it stinks, remember to take your own clothes, don't keep pulling my clothes on."

"Hey, although Ah Shui is a genius, his level of respecting teachers is a bit low. Could it be that in the future, I have to face things like cleaning up the house like Master?"

After driving Pochi into the bathroom, Asama collapsed on the sofa, recalling the chase just now.

The judo memory was once engraved into his muscles, but he couldn't use any of Pochi's coherent body skills, so he could only keep dodging.

[Somersaults], [Balance], [Circus Juggling], [Race Walking], [Running] These skills did not increase physical strength or agility attribute points, but the body seemed to have obtained [Super High School Level Coordination].

The combination of skills is enough for parkour, but it is more physically demanding.He vaguely felt that he was only one step away from increasing his physical strength.Will it be easier to break through if I take off the □□□ star for a morning run tomorrow?

The bathroom was filled with steam, and Boqi, who closed his eyes to take a bath, let the water flow across his tender and slender neck and back.The girl held her heart in both hands, calming the throbbing in her chest.

Happiness fills my heart like a fountain.

Great, besides pets, I finally have a new identity!
It's a pity that Ah Shui's aptitude is too good. Judo pays attention to step movement and body balance. These Ah Shui are very good!With such a good academic performance, Ah Shui will definitely use the principle of leverage well.

Master has said that in judo, the bigger the strength, the better. Judo is a fighting skill that requires more brains than strength. [Movement]'s roundabout dodges, virtual and real games, [Balance]'s fault tolerance, checks and balances, breaking the opponent's balance, and [Leverage]'s fulcrum calculation and borrowing force are all mental exercises.

It would be great if Ah Shui was a little bit stupid, the kind of stupidity that can't pass the black belt exam until he dies, and the stupidity that can't be noticed if you let yourself eat tofu for a lifetime~
The girl's mouth suddenly pouted, and she smelled her arm,

Savory!
Uncle Pochi stinks!Damn Ah Shui!

Shirokane Takanawa late at night is quieter than Tokyo in Shibuya.

Futami Yuichi, who went from socializing in Shibuya Yokocho to getting drunk, opened the door to his new home.

"Yuehai, dad is back~"

"Welcome back, thank you for your hard work, ah - Dad, you are drinking again! It's true!"

"It's a necessary entertainment, Yuehai, father's company, finally sold it, hehehe."

Futami Yuichi answered Futami Tsukikai with a laugh that sounded more like crying, and walked crookedly to the living room, and sat on the sofa.

Futami Yuekai poured a cup of hot tea, handed the hangover capsule to Futami Yuichi, gave him a head massage, and comforted him,

"Then dad should take a good rest for a while, these months have been too hard."

"But I don't have that time anymore. My classmate made a fortune in Mexico and dragged me to the United States to start a new business. He has money and connections, and I have technology and management. Dad, I agreed today, and the air ticket is set in 7 days."

Erjian Yuehai was shocked, stopped the massage, and asked,

"Are we going to America?"

"Well, I'm still considering whether to go to the west coast or the east coast. The schools on the east coast should be better, Ivy or something."

"dad."

"Yuehai, don't you want to go with Dad, America?"

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Futami Yuichi looked at his daughter, maybe he could perceive other people's emotions better when he was slightly drunk, he already knew the answer in his daughter's heart.

Futami Yuekai bravely looked directly at her father,

"Dad, I, I don't want to go to America, I want to stay in Tokyo!"

"It's the boy who came to our house two weeks ago and is very good at cooking and polite, right?"

Seeing her daughter nodding, Futami Yuichi, who had taken the anti-alcoholic medicine, was three points sober again, sat up straight, and asked,
"How many years does Yuehai plan to stay in Tokyo? 3 years?"

"Dad, aren't you going to come back to Japan?"

"It's not so absolute, but Yuehai, do you really want to stay here for him? The days ahead will be very difficult."

"Ah."

Seeing his daughter nodding without hesitation, Yuichi Futami was silent for a few minutes.

He thought of his wife and his first love, if he had been as brave as his daughter back then.
Shaking his head, if that is the case, he will not be able to see the moon sea like a treasure.

Futami Yuichi took another sip of hot tea, rubbed his temples, sighed, and said,
"Love in my teenage years. Dad has never tried this thing. Dad wants to say no, but he also wants his daughter to try something that Dad has never tried before."

"dad."

"If you don't try it when you are young, maybe you will have a blind date like your father later. Erjian's family is not a wealthy family, and your father will not dictate your love or marriage.

But, Yuehai, if you can't take good care of yourself, or encounter difficulties that you can't overcome alone, Dad will still take you to the United States.At that time, don't be brave. "

Erjian Yuehai showed a surprised expression, and hugged his father,

"Father, I will study hard in Tokyo and become an independent adult."

The father and daughter hugged for a while, Futami Yuichi pulled his daughter away, supported her shoulders, and said in a low voice,
"Does he like you too?"

Erjian smiled sweetly,

"If he doesn't like it, will he come to our house and make you dinner?"

"So, can we let him come to our house again in the next few days? I want to hear him say how much he likes you, so that I can feel at ease. "

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Seeing his daughter who was speechless for a moment, Futami Yuuichi laughed,

"So, it's Yuehai, you have unrequited love, right?"

"No! It's just that Mr. Jingshui said that he only wanted to study hard for three years in high school, and the matter of love will be discussed after graduation."

Futami Yuichi breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want his daughter to become a mother when she was still in high school.

He has a good sense of Asama himself-steady, polite, knowing how to advance and retreat, has amazing cooking skills, and more importantly, Yuehai likes him.

Shizumi Asama's demeanor is rare among all the rich children Yuichi Futami has met.

Now hearing Asama's standpoint of not being in love in high school, I feel a little more at ease.

After hiccupping, Yuichi Futami took another sip of hangover tea,

"It's a good thing for a man to be ambitious, but it's not a good thing for a girl. If that's the case, why doesn't Yuehai go to the United States with his father first, and it would be good to invite him to come to the United States to develop."

Erjian Yuehai shook his head,
"There is more than one person who likes him, including the eldest daughter of the Konoe family and the Yiyi family. If I quit at this time, I will never have another chance."

That guard and one?

Perhaps the young people's understanding of Konoe and Ichijo is still a little fuzzy, but Yuichi Futami has been doing foreign trade for these years, and he deeply understands the energy of Konoe and Ichijo, the old nobles.

"What about his thoughts? What about their family's thoughts?"

"Mr. Jingshui rejected them, that's enough. Dad, I don't want to quit at this time."

Wouldn't this guy want to be the son-in-law of a noble family even if he had the chance?if it was me
Hmm. Unexpectedly, I have the same ambition as me!good!
Futami Yuichi has already made up his mind, no matter what, before going to the United States, he will meet his future son-in-law in person.

The sound of the noise outside the window is more annoying to the people of Tokyo than the judo practice of the Asama family.

The blond girl was lying on the bed, hugging the pillow, sandwiching the quilt, Ah Shui Ah Shui murmured.

The boy on the sofa was sweating again on his forehead.

That night, Shizumi Asama had another nightmare.

　thanks for your support.I've been so busy lately, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)