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My strolling date with Tachibana san ended after about an hour, and we parted ways as she had something to do.
I didn’t have anywhere else to stop, so I went straight home.
I can’t stop feeling bothered when I think that Tachibana san might have found out that I like her. I might do some muscle training to vent.
In the kitchen, my younger sister Miki is frantically rummaging around for something. Is she cleaning up?
I changed into a jersey and entered the training room, where I ran into Takeda san, who was in the middle of squatting to rave reviews. She was checking her form in the mirror in front of her, working so hard that she didn’t even notice me as I entered the room.
It hasn’t been that long since she started muscle training, but I feel like she has lost her fat. That was my father’s way of teaching her, wasn’t it?
I don’t want to disturb her concentration, so I’ll leave her alone.
“Mmmm.”
I wonder if I should bench press or deadlift.
“Mmm.”
Bench after all.
“Hmmm.”
Let’s try the max weight today.
“Mmmm.”
Let’s warm up first.
“Mmmm.”
Um…..you’ve been moaning so cute for a while now, I don’t think I can concentrate at all. I’ll warn her later. No muffled moaning when I’m around. It makes me weak when I listen to it.
All right, warm-up is over, so let’s try 120kg.
Dorya-ya-ya-ya-ya ! !
“Hmm?”
C-crap……..I’m losing strength…….I’ll be crushed.
And what’s that question mark at the end?
*****
Phew, I finished my light workout.
My mood has cleared up a lot. What was I worried about? When I think about it, I feel like I’m starting to feel uneasy again, so I decided to stop.
After the workout, I promptly consumed protein. Then it was time to eat.
I went to the kitchen and opened the lid of the skillet. I knew there was no curry that Takeda san had made. Or rather, there was no trace of curry.
The culprit was, of course, Miki. My little sister, she scooped out every last drop. My mouth was in the mood for curry from the morning’s afterglow, so what should I do?
As I was looking at the empty container and raising my hatred for Miki, my mother spoke to me.
“Hm? I thought you were going out today?”
“Yeah, but I got home early.”
“Do you want to eat?”
“Please.”
“Okay, by the way, where’s Master Chizuru?”
I thought I heard a strange honorific title. Did I mishear it?
“She’s in the training room right now. I think she’s running.”
“I never thought I’d see the day when your father’s shitty hobby room would come in handy. I’m glad he could be of some use to her as a disciple.”
I heard the word ‘disciple’. I was not mistaken. What in the world are you doing to my mother, Takeda san?
“Hey, Mom, why are you calling her ‘master’?”
“She teaches me how to cook.”
“Asking a child to teach you…don’t you have any pride as an adult?”
“No. That food is delicious. I’ll steal it.”
No. Here’s another victim of having her stomach ripped out. My mother is not a bad cook, so she didn’t have to become an apprentice, did she?
Well, there’s nothing better than good food.
Thus, little by little, Takeda san’s shadow was creeping into the Sahara family…..
*****
The next day at noon, Takeda san sits down, acting like a newborn fawn. Cute.
Yesterday’s squatting seemed to have worked.
“Takeda san, are you okay?”
“Yes……I have quite a bit of muscle pain.”
“Don’t overdo it. You need to take a rest once in a while.”
“Thank you very much. I’m gonna try to follow the split-method menu that Sahara kun’s father has laid out for me.”
The split-method means that you divide the training into separate days for each part of the body, such as a leg day and a chest day.
It seems that my father is managing the schedule, so I don’t have to worry about that.
The problem is…….
“By the way, Takeda san, you didn’t do anything to my father, did you?”
“What do you mean?”
“No, nothing.”
Well, I’m sure he’ll be fine. I’m probably overthinking this a little too much.
*****
I came home from school.
Takeda san didn’t come to our house today because it’s a rest day. I’m going to train hard once in a while.
Now is a good time to do it.
When I changed my clothes and entered the training room, I found my father, a macho-looking suspicious man, posing in front of the mirror in his underpants.
He was checking the parts of his body that he had worked out and balancing them so that there was no difference between the left and right sides.
“You, welcome back.”
“I’m home. You’re early today.”
“I finished early because I wanted to do some strength training.”
“Why don’t you finish early even if you don’t have to do strength training?”
“You don’t understand, You. Sometimes it’s necessary to skip work.”
“That’s something you’re not supposed to say to kids.”
Well, I’ll follow Takeda san’s example and do squats, too. It’s hard to do squats again after a long time. I might be a newborn fawn tomorrow.
“That’s right, You. Give this new menu to Master Chizuru.”
I guessed it all with that one kanji character.
Hahaha, what the heck.
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