I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Help me... who will save me!!!!!!"

The man looked at Kengo Yamada, opened his mouth full of dark red blood scabs, and roared abruptly.

Yamada Kengo shuddered, and almost couldn't help but slam the cabinet door back.

Why are you yelling so loud all of a sudden? It scared me.

Like most athletes, he has some superstitious ideas about his locker, which he does not change easily.

So this locker, Yamada Kengo has been using it for almost three years.

So you have been here.

"Normal, normal..."

Reciting these three words silently in his heart, Kengo Yamada stretched out his hand calmly and quickly, and took out all the things that belonged to him in the iron cabinet.

"Master Yamada, good morning!"

Just when Yamada Kengo pretended to be normal and put the items taken out of the locker on the table to sort them out, and took them all away after preparation.

A man with short hair who was as tall as Yamada Kengo walked into the activity room of the Kendo Club with great vigor and greeted him loudly and respectfully.

This is a sophomore student, Nanmu Dazhi.

Judging by his appearance, he was about to change clothes and go to morning exercise.

"Help me... who will save me!!!!!!"

The man in the locker suddenly yelled again.

Why are you still yelling after closing the door?

Yamada Kengo shook his hand, and a piece of soap on the table slid down the table and fell to the feet of Nanmu Daishi who was still bowing.

Nanmu Dazhi, who was about to raise his head, looked at the soap in front of his feet, his body seemed a little stiff.

"Oh, why did it fall... Mr. Nanmu, please pick it up for me, thank you!"

In the activity room of the Kendo Club where only two people were there, the air froze instantly and then became scorching hot.

Nanmu Dazhi hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind.

His eyes were slightly fixed, his core muscles tightened, he squatted down carefully and quickly, and stretched out his hand to pick up the soap in front of him.

The whole process was straight up and down, without bending over and pouting.

Very good, perfect, 10 points.

After getting the soap, Nanmu Dazhi seemed to heave a sigh of relief, he clenched his hips and stood up.

I have not become unfamiliar with the "correct soap picking posture" that I have practiced in public bathrooms for many years.

At this moment, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

He looked back slowly.

Yamada Kengo, who was directly in front of him, appeared behind him at some point.

"Ahem... Taishi, how long have you been in the Kendo Club?"

Just when Nanmu Taishi was dying, Yamada Kengo suddenly asked with a serious expression.

"Minister Yamada, I applied to join the Kendo club after I was fortunate enough to see Mr. Araki's demeanor all the way to victory in the fall of the year before last... I joined the Kendo club to pursue pure kendo. Absolutely, nothing, other, other intention!"

When he was picking up soap, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder by the minister kindly and called out his name, Nanmu Dazhi replied loudly, "flattered".

"Well, senior Araki has also retired now, and I am also a junior this year... The name of the Shibujing Great Kendo Club will be passed down to you in the future. You must know that among the second-year students, I am the most optimistic , it's actually you."

Not noticing his strangeness, Yamada Kengo said earnestly.

"But Minister, we are really not suitable...and I have a disease..."

Hearing only such words as "the most promising" and "it's you", Nanmu Dazhi was lost and incoherent.

"What are you talking about? I'm talking about making you the starter next year."

"Ehhhh? It turns out that you have always been so optimistic about me, Minister? But a few days ago, didn't you reprimand me for my sword being too strong and my footwork not smooth enough... Could this be the reason for the legendary love?"

Saying so, Nanmu Dazhi, who had come to think about it, couldn't help but tears of joy welled up in his eyes.

Joining the Kendo club, aiming at Senior Araki, he has worked hard for more than a year, but he has been sitting on the bench.

"So, wouldn't I be... the next minister?"

Nanmu Dazhi thinks further and further, as if he has seen the picture of himself winning the national championship and becoming the new minister.

"Of course it's true, even Senior Araki thinks so! By the way, in order to let you always remember the expectant eyes behind you, from today onwards, my locker will be replaced by you."

Before Taishi Nanmu could react, Kengo Yamada swiftly put the contents of the other party's locker into his own locker, and then took out his own pile of things.

Then, as if inheriting the emperor's throne, he handed over the key of the cabinet to the other party in a sacred and solemn manner.

"It turns out that Araki-senpai also treats me...Minister, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

For Nanmu Dazhi, it is such an honor to be able to inherit the Lord General's locker in advance.

Yamada Kengo carried the long bag of the wooden sword for training, and left gracefully under the tearful eyes of Nanmu Daishi.

Coming out of the club activity room, Kengo Yamada, with a growling stomach, went straight to the school cafeteria.

The breakfast at Shibujing Canteen has a variety of varieties and the price is not expensive.

Yamada Kengo looked around. There were not many students coming to have breakfast at this time, and he didn't see any strange figures.

Still choosing his favorite rice, miso soup, grilled salmon and steamed eggs, he sat in the corner and prepared to reward his frightened body after exercise.

After a mouthful of tender grilled salmon, he sank into a mouthful of miso soup.

The slightly hot miso soup made him feel the beauty of life again.

"Tick tock, tick tock".

Above, some liquid seemed to be dripping on the table.

Yamada Kengo raised his head and followed the sound.

"puff……"

The miso soup in his mouth sprayed all over the table.

Not far above his seat, a middle-aged woman in coarse cloth was hanging from the beam by thick ropes, her tongue was sticking out, and her eyes were looking at him motionlessly.

The black saliva in the mouth is dripping down the long tip of the tongue.

"Oh, the miso soup is too hot, but it's surprisingly delicious."

Has anyone hanged himself in a place like the cafeteria?

"Normal, normal..."

Silently reciting the three-character sutra for practicing kendo, under the gaze of the person above his head, Yamada Kengo drank the hot miso soup in a "snoru" manner, ate his breakfast hungrily, and left in a state of embarrassment.

In the spacious teaching room, Kengo Yamada sat in the last row tremblingly.

If it wasn't for the danger of the course credits, he wouldn't want to come either.

In front of the classroom, the philosophy professor is taking roll calls.

"Kengo Yamada."

"arrive."

Yamada Kengo replied with great enthusiasm.

"There's no one here, please sit up front, Yamada-kun, so I can speak softly later."

The gray-haired philosophy professor tremblingly pointed to the "empty" first row and said.

Several skinny "spirits" that are black and thin and smaller than babies are playing and climbing on his shoulders.

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