I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

224 – Revenge Match

“Sorry!”

Fuma-senpai, who called me to the rooftop, apologized by bending his back at 90 degrees.

“…….”

I was instantly stunned because it was the way an apple was drawn in a cartoon, like it was drawn in a picture.

Fortunately, I didn’t do anything like putting my hands together, but did Fuma-senpai do something so sorry to me that he came out with such a low profile?

It was at a time when I was thinking about that by myself.

Huma-senpai raised his head and explained the reason for the sudden apology.

“I heard from the chairman. Your father suddenly attacked you and fought you? I’m sorry I dragged you into our family affairs.”

“It’s not Fuma-senpai’s fault. She doesn’t deserve an apology.”

“But…”

“But go to sleep, stop and get up. I’m really about to make you uncomfortable.”

“…Okay.”

When I said it in a coercive manner, Fuma-senpai raised his waist with a reluctant expression.

It was only then that Fuma-senpai carefully asked if the wound on my face had caught his eye.

“Does that… hurt a lot?”

“Right now it just tingles when I touch it. It was originally injured last night.”

After I said that and shrugged her shoulders, Fuma-senpai nodded at her with a depressed expression.

And then, as if he remembered it belatedly, he added the words.

“If it’s your father’s business, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. I’ll go find him and tell him not to mess with you.”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“Kim Yoo-seong, it’s Tal that you really like people.

“No, I’m saying this because it’s really good. There are skills I’m learning right now in the first place.”

“Technology?”

For Fuma-senpai, who doesn’t know what to do, I explained about ‘Nagi’, a technique I started learning yesterday.

“Nagiranani, this is a skill I’ve never heard of before.”

“I heard that it was a technique invented by my senior’s father. It was thanks to this technique that I was able to win against Ivan, the God of Destruction, in the 4th GOF.”

“…….”

After hearing my explanation, Fuma-senpai’s expression turned into a worried expression.

Well, there is a technology that even the next head of the clan and the real daughter don’t know about, so it can’t help but be confused.

Perhaps his thoughts were over soon, Fuma-senpai said to me with a serious expression.

“First of all, I understand your circumstances. If you are in a position to fight Ivan again, it would be better to learn at least one more useful skill. However, there is no need to overdo it and match your father’s rhythm. I won’t give up.”

“Okay. Thank you for your concern. Senior.”

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“Nu, who was worried or something!”

As I said that and warmly concluded her story, Fuma-senpai, who showed her overreaction, left the rooftop first, saying he was sorry for taking up her time.

I watched until the back figure disappeared, then I remembered that I hadn’t eaten lunch yet and hurriedly returned to the classroom.

***

After school.

Maybe it’s because fall is coming to an end, the place I always go to is the fitness center, with my collar on in the cold weather.

I feel like I haven’t mentioned it lately, but I still come here regularly to exercise.

“Just one more set!”

After saying hello to the manager, who is diligently cheating the members today, with a wink, I heard a familiar voice as I was changing the barbell plate for bench press.

“Brother!”

“Kazu?”

Now it was Kaz who became a pro.

“What are you doing here at this hour?”

“Oh, I had some business to do in the evening, so I moved up my workout time earlier than usual.”

At first, it was Kaz who made her own workout schedule according to the time I worked out. Moved to

That’s why I didn’t have to see his face except when I was exercising in the morning, so I seemed to be more than happy to see him.

“Can I help you with your workout?”

“No, that’s okay. You have to do what you’re doing. Don’t you know you shouldn’t do anything else in the middle of a workout?”

“hehehe, I thought you would say that.”

Kazu smiled and smiled and went into the squat rack next to her, probably thinking of squatting.

As she watches the scene, she puts her last of her 20kg discs on her pole.

Perhaps because it is a specially made iron bar, it was beautiful to see that the center did not bend while maintaining perfect balance even when the left and right sides weighed 240kg.

“Suck!”

Up and down with short breaths.

The lower body supporting the distributed weight stands on the ground as if pushing it off, and the waist is bent in an arch shape.

I executed the bench press in the correct posture so that only the pectoral muscles and triceps were stimulated, and as soon as the first set was over, I put the barbell down and raised my upper body.

Due to the sudden increase in blood flow, you can feel the muscles pumping considerably more than usual over the skin.

Isn’t it the true taste of iron quality to always challenge one’s body’s limits and overcome them?

When I went back to the beginning and reviewed the bench press, the first exercise I learned from director Yujiro, I felt something sentimental.

It was when I was working out like that.

With my daughter! With my daughter!

“Here you are, kid.”

A familiar voice came from the counter.

“Ivan!”

Involuntarily, I raised my voice in surprise.

That’s because only a few people knew that I was going to this gym.

But Ivan, who showed up with a shameless face, approached me while I was in the middle of a workout and said, as if he didn’t care about the situation.

“Kim Yuseong, the reason I came to you today is to inform you about the revenge match I talked about yesterday.”

“…Revenge Match?”

“Yes. You’ve already talked to Fuma, right? I’ll pay you back for the humiliation I suffered in the last fight.”

Saying that, Ivan pulled out something from his bosom and held it out.

It was an invitation in a white envelope.

Something started with this in earnest.

Wasn’t fighting supposed to be done roughly with fists?

“Don’t run away.”

Ivan, who had left a word as if to warn me, was about to leave the gym, but I hurriedly grabbed him.

“Wait! Wait!”

“?”

“Could this be the end? You didn’t have to come to me personally just to give me an invitation.”

How did you find me in the first place?

“It’s barely, handing over the invitation with my own hand is just the best courtesy you can give to the other person.”

“Yeah?”

Even though he was called a kid, he clearly drew a line in this area, which was professional.

“I destroy the best opponent in the best position. I am only moving for that. So you just need to calmly bring your body.”

While saying that, Ivan gave me a sneaky look and left the gym saying he was rude while working out.

After he left, the director approached me one step later and asked me.

“Yoo Seong-ah! What is the identity of that person?”

Anyway, it seemed that he was more interested in Ivan’s body than in my safety.

Although I felt a strange sense of betrayal, I answered the director’s questions obediently.

“My friend’s father.”

***

The training with Fuma Kotaro was very simple.

To fight recklessly.

It was indeed an ignorant method, but Hayate’s final secret technique, nagi, was more like enlightenment than a skill, so he couldn’t think of any other way to teach it, he said.

Thanks to that, there are no days when my body does not have scars.

I couldn’t help it because new scars kept forming when I wanted to get better.

The day of the duel that Ivan designated is exactly one week later.

Perhaps the schedule was set like that since I couldn’t be in Japan forever, but I couldn’t help feeling that it was quite tight.

Because I actually had no clue about Nagi.

Emptying one’s head, if that was an easy thing to say, that person wouldn’t have put the word “Oui” In front of it.

“What are you looking at?”

“No, nothing.”

I looked resentfully at Fuma Kotaro, who was scratching his chin right in front of me, then shook his head and raised his upper body.

Now is the 4th day since I started training.

However, the class did not progress at all, and I was still at the stage of reading the wind.

“So, isn’t it time to learn how to read the wind?”

“Not at all.”

I said that and shook my head resolutely.

Fuma Kotaro, he must have been a strong fighter, but as his teacher, he was close to a breadwinner.

It is because I was very clumsy in explaining the picture I wanted to others as I basically relied on my own intuition and experience rather than theory.

“Isn’t the concept of wind too abstract in the first place? It’s not even visible to the human eye.”

“But it’s definitely there. I have to say that.”

“Ha ha.”

It’s not some kind of 20 questions.

I nodded shyly, contemplating my inner self once again to feel the ‘wind’ that Fuma Kotaro refers to.

My five senses gradually fade, and when I focus on feeling energy in pitch-black darkness, I feel something unprecedented.

I don’t know if this is the ‘wind’ that Fuma Kotaro was talking about, but it’s undoubtedly the most promising candidate.

I kept reaching for clues to this.

But every time that happens, it just slips through my fingers like grains of sand.

There was nothing left in my hands.

“I failed again.”

When I opened my eyes and said that, Kotaro Fuma shrugged his shoulders and said, “Then it’s sparring again.” Said.

‘It will turn.’

I started fist-to-fist with him, hoping that this pointless thing would end as soon as possible.