Chapter - 4

- "And so, today we will start studying kicks." - said my father, standing in the center of the training hall.

Now we were at my father's sports club. We have already been doing strength training for 10 days, which is not so much. Perhaps physically I was not able to develop well in such a time, but as for my stretching, I can say that it was quite easy for me.

Due to the fact that I still have a young body, it easily adapts to such things. I was able to sit on the splits after a week, but for this I had to try hard enough. But how can it be without the help of a father who is so eager to put pressure on your back so that you sink even lower and don't care that you have snot and tears all over your face, what does it matter, doesn't it?

- "The blow is called Miro Chagi.. This is a direct kick from an elevated knee." - said the father, standing up.

Standing in a stance, he quickly raised his knee and from this position struck a lightning strike forward. After repeating this several times, I could only nod up and down, showing that I perfectly understood all his movements.

- "Well? Cool right?" Father asked with a smug smile on his face that just makes you want to punch him in the face.

- "Pa! Stop showing off in front of the kid!" I said, snorting a little.

Having tightened my singing harder, since the uniform was a little big for me, my pants sometimes fell off.. Which was pretty embarrassing.

- "Come on, son, you can do it! Dad believes in you!" my father said, slapping me on the back, leaving a burning sensation on my back after that.

'Can't you take it easy, old man?!'

Feeling the support, my chest lifted slightly, so that now I looked like a proud peacock walking into the center of the hall.

Having taken the position shown by my father, I began to move. My kick leg is right, so I positioned it at the back, and the one I'm leaning on is in front. From this stance, I abruptly lifted my right leg and strongly struck forward, after which I my body

"Not bad, but don't throw your leg.. You need to fix your leg after the blow, otherwise it will end badly for you.."- said my father, noticing my mistakes.

He was right, after hitting my body due to the inertia of the fact that after striking, I stopped controlling my leg, my body started moving forward, which is wrong.

It wasn't the only move he taught me. There were also Ap Chagi, Nare Chagi, Picket Chagi, Tulio Chagi. Since I am still a child, he showed only these movements that can be trained from a place without unnecessary movements.

- "You know the quote - I'm not afraid of someone who studies 10,000 different strokes. I'm afraid of someone who studies one punch 10,000 times." my father asked, to which I can't raise my eyebrows.

Bruce Lee's famous quote. I didn't expect to hear it from my father. But still, this quote is true. But is it possible to use it when there are geniuses who are able to perfectly repeat the blow, having studied it only 1 time? I think not.

- "Therefore, from now on, you will practice every stroke that you and I have studied 100 times today! " - my father, as if it's a piece of cake.

"Are you serious!?" I exclaimed.

- "Of course son! Don't you want to be as strong as your father?" said Dad, straining his muscles.

- "I want.. But.." - I wanted to continue, but he interrupted me even before I tried to find 1000 excuses not to do it.

- "Do you want to? Then start right now!" he said, slapping Merya on the back again.

Stop slapping me on the back like I'm a punching bag! But I didn't say it out loud, it's not the best idea to beat my father at such a moment.

I still had to do as he asked. I know he's not doing this on purpose to make fun of me, but to make me as good as possible.

When it was already evening, I finished with all the repetitions. My legs hurt so much that I could barely stand on my feet. It's horrible. All these fanfics where the main character trains and becomes strong like a walk in the park is not a damn thing true!

"You can go home, I still have a training session scheduled with the other kids, so you're going alone," Dad said.

That's right. Besides me, other people also take lessons from him. Usually they bring children, but there are also adults who study with my father, but there are much fewer of them, since at a later age there is not always time for hobbies due to work or housework.

- "Okay Dad!" - I said and dragged my wounded body from the battlefield.

Somehow pulling on my change of clothes, I grabbed my backpack with things and trudged to the exit.

Tokyo at night was an amazing sight. Lights from signs to shops or bars burned here and there. A large crowd of people who were returning home from work. It's really very busy here.

In a previous life, I lived in a small town with a population of 20,000 people. Therefore, it was quite difficult for me to get used to such crowded places. But thanks to the efforts of the fact that my parents are quite active, they often took me for a walk around the city, which greatly helped me with adapting to crowded places.

My house is quite far away, but at the same time in a quiet place. It took me almost an hour to walk to the street where I live.

When I was passing by the playground, I noticed a girl my age who was swinging on a swing and stopped for a while. Her hair was a strange color, which was strange to see in my home world. They were gray, like she was a little old lady.

When I was staring at her like that, she noticed me at some point and looked at me with her bright eyes. By the way, her eyelashes were also ash-colored. Cool!

- "Hey.. You're there! Come here!" the girl shouted in my direction.

I looked back, then left and right, then looked at the girl again and pointed a finger at myself: - "Are you this for me?"

"Is there anyone else here besides you?" - she said, tilting her head slightly to one side, causing her ponytail to move.

It's cute.

- "Uh? You're right." - having answered her, I approached her.

"Were you looking at me?" "What is it?" she asked, still swinging on the swing.

God, what a strange question.. Couldn't you have asked something else? Okay, I'll answer the same as you.

"Is there anyone else here to look at?" - tilting his head to the side as the girl did.

- "Cute... Let's be friends!" - she said, after which I immediately started coughing.

Did she really decide to make friends after I seemed nice to her? Do children always get to know each other like that at the first meeting. Although why should I be surprised, it probably is

- "Good! Let's be friends! I am Akashi Katsu!" I said, holding out my hand.

Wait, aren't we in Japan and it's not customary to shake hands here? But before I could take my hand away, the girl deftly jumped off the swing and quickly grabbed my hand, tightly squeezing it with her two small hands.

"Senju Kawaragi!" the girl replied, smiling brightly at me.

WHOOOOOOOOOO?!

But that's not what made me stand in a stupor now. No, no.. That's her name! How did it happen that I met the strongest girl in the whole manga! Damn it, is this really how the aura of a migrant works?