222 – Secret Medicine
I was worried about Rika who suddenly learned about the underworld, but there was nothing more I could do for her, so I broke up with Rika at the subway station. I’m back home
It’s already 8pm, but the shop is still open, the lights on the 1st floor are on, so instead of going straight up to the 2nd floor, I open the door and go inside.
“I’m back.”
In the middle of the day, my mother, who was clearing the dishes and cutlery the customers had eaten on the table, looked at me and asked.
“Son~ How about dinner?”
“I haven’t eaten yet.”
“Then go upstairs, wash and come down. I’ll serve it right away.”
Instead of nodding at Ms. Lee Mi-ja’s words, I put my bag down and started to help organize the table in the store.
“Oh, look at him. Mom can do it alone.”
“It’s faster with two people, so what are you doing?”
After I said that, I put all the bowls and utensils I had collected on a tray.
Unlike other stores, my house uses metal spoons and chopsticks, so the tray was quite heavy, but I lifted it up with one hand and moved it into the kitchen.
I made eye contact with my father who was rummaging through the refrigerator, and after a light nod of my head, I put all the dishes and utensils in my hand into the sink and said.
“Go outside and get some rest, Dad. It’s almost time for no customers to come.”
“Okay. There’s still an hour left before business hours close.”
In a sense, it contained my father’s sales philosophy, so I didn’t add any more.
Wearing rubber gloves, wipe off oil stains with a sponge soaked in sponge.
Because I had been doing it for almost three years after possessing Kim Yoo-seong’s body, the dishes piled up in front of my eyes quickly disappeared.
“Sung Yoo, just do that. Mom will clean up after you.”
My mother, who brought the remaining tableware and bowls, said that with an apologetic expression, but I said it was okay and continued washing the dishes.
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I put all the clean dishes on the shelf, took off my rubber gloves, and came out of the kitchen.
In the meantime, there must have been no customers visiting, so the inside of the store was quiet.
“Come on, sit down. Mom will make you something delicious right away.”
Unable to overcome Mrs. Lee Mi-ja’s torch, I sat down at a table in the corner and took out a smartphone from her pocket.
Messenger notifications piled up.
Most of them came from Rika and the group chat room members.
Rika, who had just learned about the underworld today, had a lot of questions, so she was asking me this and that through a messenger.
Even though we chatted through messenger all the way home, it seems like there were still a lot of questions.
With her faint wry smile on her face, I was about to move her finger to reply to her, but I heard the door open all of a sudden and reflexively got up.
“Welcome…?”
The reason the last one ended with a question was because he wasn’t an ordinary guest.
“See you again, boy.”
“How are you here?!”
“I put a special scent on your body to make it easier to track down later.”
Saying that, Kotaro Fuma tapped himself on the nose and looked around the inside of his shop, then grinned.
“I was hungry, but it’s great that it’s a restaurant. What’s the most delicious menu here?”
***
During the Warring States Period, Hojo Odaiki, written by Joshin Miura, who was a vassal of the Hojo family, gives a detailed explanation of the appearance of the 5th Fuma Kotaro.
「How tall7Chuck2Chon( 2Meters 16 Cm) With long muscles and humps all over the body, The eyes are upturned, the mouth is torn, Molar teeth4 Stick out, eyelids open backwards, black beard, hair It resembles a lucky tree And has a tall nose.」
Since this was a complete depiction of a monster, not a human being, later generations naturally took it as an exaggerated description.
But looking at the man sitting in front of me, it didn’t seem like a lie at all.
“Umai!”
The 17th generation Kotaro Fuma hurriedly gobbles up the white rice served in front of him, exclaiming in exclamations from his mouth.
With his hair like a lion’s mane, his distinctive features, thick eyebrows and high nose, he looks like a Westerner.
And if there’s one thing that’s most overwhelming, it’s the height that easily exceeds 2 meters.
I’m 190cm tall, and I don’t hear people say I’m short anywhere, but the man in front of me was so tall that even a basketball player couldn’t even hold out his business card.
In addition, his body, which had been trained to the limit similar to that of the Russian God of Destruction Ivan, stood out enough to recognize his body even though he was wearing a baggy hakama.
Her mother, diligently serving food in her kitchen, watched her twitching arm muscles in a moment of fascination.
“This bastard’s wife!”
Of course, I was scolded for getting caught by my father who was secretly jealous.
Fuma Kotaro, who was eating in the middle of a trance, swallowed the food in his mouth and asked if my gaze was bothering him.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“No, I definitely think bloodlines can’t be fooled.”
Fuma-senpai is always poverty-stricken because of the tight living expenses in Tokyo, but he still looks incredibly happy when he eats.
And in terms of eating delicious rice, the senior’s father, Kotaro Fuma, seemed to be formidable.
Even though it’s something I always eat, for some reason it looked more delicious because this person ate it.
If these fathers and daughters go to the mukbang world, they might be surprisingly good at it, right?
“Hmm, you’re talking nonsense.”
After dismissing him with a snort, Kotaro began to eat a little more excitedly, as if his mood had improved, contrary to his blunt words.
After eating about 5 servings of food in one sitting, he burped and asked.
“So, aren’t you wondering why I’m here all of a sudden?”
“Will you answer me if I ask?”
“Of course.”
Maybe it was because he answered with a toothpick in his mouth, but he didn’t look very sincere.
“Why did you come to see me?”
“Since I recognized you as the successor, it is to pass on Hayate’s final secret technique.”
“…Final oath?”
I expressed my doubts without realizing it.
That’s also true, because the book I read in the village of the Fuma clan had all 7 techniques written on it.
When I asked about this, Kotaro Fuma answered with a smile.
“It’s only natural that I don’t know. Hayate’s final secret technique was created by myself.”
“…Yes?”
I wondered what kind of bullsh*t this was, so I looked at Fuma Kotaro with eyes looking at something absurd, but his expression was impudent.
“A thousand words are worth a thousand words, and once you experience it, you will understand.”
Why is this called the final magic trick?
***
After eating the dinner my mother prepared, I ran out of the house after saying that I would run lightly to digest my food.
It would seem strange to say that a high school student goes out late at night in a normal family home, but I lived because it was a daily life.
Anyway, while lying to my parents, I went to a park near a residential area.
It was late, so the man stood silently in a deserted place.
“Are you here now?”
Fuma Kotaro slowly opened his closed eyes and stared at me while saying that.
“So, are you going to show Hayate’s final technique?”
At my question, Fuma Kotaro nodded obediently.
“Sure, I intend to. But before that, I’d like to ask.”
“What?”
“How much do you know about Hayate?”
It was a bit of an odd question.
But I thought I was asking because it was necessary, so I just confided in what I knew.
“I heard that it was originally a martial art that was handed down from generation to generation in the Fuma clan. And it was a martial art that imitated the natural phenomenon of wind.”
“You only know the surface of the watermelon.”
“I didn’t give you any more information than that.”
Hearing my answer, Kotaro Fuma smiled.
“Did you know that the Fuma clan originally used the name Kazama?”
“Yes. About that much.”
“Originally Kotaro Kazama, the name started to be called Fuma Kotaro from the 3rd generation Fuma Kota.”
It is also his achievement that raised Kazama, which was just a ninja village, to the top level at once.
“The 3rd Fuma Kotaro, who was called an unparalleled genius, created two martial arts that imitated natural phenomena. They were the assassination sword Hayate (Gale) and the assassination sword Jinrai (trust).”
The roots of the two martial arts are basically the same.
It’s a school that was born from the hands of one person.
In other words, if you learn one, the other automatically follows.
“If I put the sword into your hands right now, you’ll be able to handle Jinrai even if it’s not perfect. Conversely, if my daughter Yukika throws away her sword, she’ll be able to use Hayate even if it’s imperfect.”
“Why are you telling that story now?”
Then Fuma Kotaro shrugged his shoulders.
“The reason I created a new technology is because it started here.”
In order to defeat Ivan, who was no different from the absolute strongest in GOF, I found a way after devising all sorts of things.
It is the unification of two martial arts passed down from generation to generation in the Fuma clan.
The attempt failed spectacularly, but it left me with one technique.
“That’s the technique I’m going to pass on to you from now on, Hayate’s final secret weapon, Nagi.”
“Nagi?”
As I mumbled along the name he had muttered inadvertently, Fuma Kotaro clattered his palm at me and said.
“From now on, fight with the determination to kill.”