I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 36 The Unshakeable One
There's no such thing as a person changing their personality just because they're drunk.

At best, it's just a matter of letting go of the inner self without restraint. Alcohol makes the brain lose control of its emotions, so many things that you would normally want to do but dare not do, or things that you hesitated to do because of various doubts, seem to have been freed from their shackles, thus becoming bold and eccentric.

Of course, this doesn't mean that drinking too much is a good thing.

Quite the opposite.

More often than not, because of the loss of control over emotions, people are more likely to do many foolish things that they will regret when they wake up.

Gen Tsukino didn't know if this counted as Yuki Sakuraba's act of letting loose, but he knew that once she sobered up tomorrow, she would definitely regret it.

The young woman, who could only stand with the help of Tsukino Gen, exuded a scent mixed with alcohol. Her body was excessively supple; it seemed as if she might slip out of one's grasp without a little force.

So holding the other person's waist tightly and letting them lean against your chest is not for taking advantage of them.

It's really not.

"Where is your home?"

Gen Tsukino asked in a low voice.

Sakuraba Yuki raised her slightly dazed, beautiful eyes and glanced at the boy.

She leaned close to Gen's ear, but it was a little difficult as she stood on tiptoe.

Tsukino Gen heard what she said, and her presence enveloped her. It was somewhat humid and warm.

Her body brushed against his; the woman, already slender and well-proportioned, was undoubtedly a very alluring test.

How exactly does God study women? Even someone with my personality and experiences can sense the danger and restless desire they bring.

Gen Tsukino could only turn his head away to escape the awkward atmosphere, then hailed a taxi and quickly took the woman into the car.

The driver in front seemed to glance enviously at Tsukino Gen in the back, and the woman who leaned on his shoulder as soon as she got in the car.

However, Tsukino Gen's expression was indifferent, and he even carefully draped the shirt jacket that Sakuraba Yuki had taken off over her shoulders. The driver in front stopped trying to be funny and drove obediently.

At times like these, Gen Tsukino would lament that beauty seems to be a treasure bestowed upon women by heaven, but it has also become a disaster that destroys them to some extent.

For example, what Kazama Sakura encountered before.

It seems that only a small number of girls like Rin Asagiri can protect themselves accurately and strongly, but she is not without scars either.

Watching the night view rush by outside the window, Sakuraba Yuki beside him seemed to have drifted into a hazy sleep in the smoothly driving taxi, leaning on his shoulder with her eyes slightly closed.

Her long eyelashes trembled gently, and her lips, pressed together, shone with an alluring color, looking like delicious jelly. She leaned close to him, as if completely at ease relying on him, or perhaps unconsciously seeking some missing warmth.

Tsukino Gen didn't stay long before the car quickly arrived at its destination.

It's not exactly in the city center, but it's much better than my old apartment, and it's a suitable single apartment for modern urban men and women.

It wasn't particularly strenuous to carry Sakuraba Yuki upstairs. Tsukino Gen didn't care whether the contact was intimate or not. It wasn't his idea to make her drunk. It was ungentlemanly to pursue things excessively in unnecessary situations. It was just making things difficult for himself.

Just like practicing martial arts never pursues a life of detachment from desires or a long-term vegetarian diet.

"We're here. Where's the key?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

The woman in his arms seemed to have become dependent on this embrace, and she was reluctant to lift her face off Tsukino Gen's chest.

After Tsukino Gen urged her twice, she reluctantly picked up her bag and began searching.

"The key. The key is here."

"Bang."

It flipped directly onto the ground, and Sakuraba Yuki immediately rushed to pick it up, before Tsukino Gen could even react.

Then, Sakuraba Yuki collapsed to the ground with her legs giving way. Seeing that the drunk woman was about to give up and lie down on the ground, Tsukino Gen bent down, picked her up by the waist, and easily lifted her up in his arms.

Sakuraba Yuki paused for a moment, then opened her beautiful, dreamy eyes and looked at Tsukino Gen who was standing nearby.

"You're so strong!"

Gen Tsukino thought the other person would scold him or immediately avoid such contact once he came to his senses. What kind of reaction was this?
Did she know that it was he who hugged her?

"Sakuraba-sensei, are you drunk or sober?"

He asked helplessly.

Slightly loosening his other hand, he gently placed Sakuraba Yuki on the ground. Her legs still seemed a little weak, and she could only rely on his other arm for support.

"Of course I'm not drunk. How could I possibly get drunk by a brat like you? I'm perfectly sober."

Thankfully, they know it.

As he spoke, his head slumped down and rested against Tsukino Gen's chest. His slightly disheveled hair tickled the boy's neck, like a kitten teasing you while you were asleep.

Upon hearing this, Tsukino Gen knew the other person was drunk, and too lazy to argue, he picked up the key and opened the door. He helped the woman in his arms inside and turned on the room lights.

Perhaps because it was a recently rented apartment, it wasn't large, but it was very clean and tidy, with everything arranged neatly and orderly. The first thing you saw was a stack of books on a simple bookshelf, a dazzling array of items.

A vase on the bay window holds a lily that has not yet withered.

The air in the room wasn't damp or musty; instead, it had a light, pleasant fragrance, similar to the scent on Sakuraba Yuki.

Gen Tsukino placed her on the sofa, finally free from having to hold her. It seemed like embracing such a beauty should be a pleasure, but Gen Tsukino felt a certain primal urge, which made him feel slightly awkward.

As soon as she sat down on the sofa, she turned her head and hugged a cushion, leaning to her side. Her slightly curled long hair was now disheveled and covered her entire face.

Gen Tsukino looked around, then knelt down in front of Yuki Sakuraba, who was breathing slightly rapidly, and looked at her flushed face, saying, "Do you have any honey at home?"

Her lips parted, but it was unclear what she was saying, so Tsukino Gen simply gave up.

I got up and went straight to the kitchen. I found lemons and honey in the refrigerator, cut the whole lemon into pieces, poured in the honey, and then boiled a pot of water.

After pouring it into the cup, Gen Tsukino pressed his hands tightly against the cup wall, and then he could see obvious steam rising. The temperature gradually decreased until it was about the right temperature to drink, and then he returned to the living room.

"Get up and drink the water."

Gen Tsukino urged the other party, but Yuki Sakuraba only opened her eyes and glanced at the boy.

Then she rolled over and said, "Don't touch me!"

It was as if she was being coquettish, which left Tsukino Gen completely bewildered.

Goodness, this is a teacher who is only 27 or 8 years old?

You could believe Tsukino Gen if you told me she only graduated from elementary school. With no other option, Tsukino Gen first put down the water glass, then reached out and forcibly turned Sakuraba Yuki around.

Then he lifted the woman's neck and brought the water glass to her lips.

"Be good, drink some water."

Sakuraba Yuki's delicate, small face was still slightly furrowed, seemingly annoyed that Tsukino Gen had disturbed her sleep. She muttered, "What... I can't drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore... Ugh, my head is so dizzy."

"Listen to me, you won't feel dizzy after you drink it."

"Really?"

She opened her eyes a little wider, looking exceptionally innocent.

"Yes, really, good girl."

With the boy's gentle tone, she finally opened her mouth, and Tsukino Gen slowly fed water to her lips, while his hand behind her neck began to warm her.

Then, it was clear that a surge of heat was rising from behind the other person.

In truth, Tsukino Gen had long wanted to use his inner energy to help the woman sober up, but he didn't want to attract attention while they were outside. Furthermore, Sakuraba Yuki was unaware of his secret, and he didn't want to needlessly arouse suspicion.

It seems that having special abilities should make one mindful of their words and actions, and try to keep a low profile. However, he didn't like being so cautious.

Just like with those two bloggers who took photos without permission. Demonstrating power, as long as it doesn't go too far, can have a deterrent effect and avoid some trouble.

After finishing the water in the glass, Tsukino Gen let go of her hand, allowing her to continue lying on the sofa.

Instead of carrying the other person directly into the room, she simply picked up a blanket from the side and covered the other person with it. Sakuraba Yuki, who was hugging a pillow, was still smacking her lips, seemingly savoring the sweet taste on her lips from earlier.

Having done all that, Tsukino Gen had no intention of lingering, much less staying by the sofa to wait for her to wake up. The weather was too warm for her to easily catch a cold; if she did, it would be a lesson for the woman.

Seriously, you like drinking and eating too much, do you often get drunk like this when you're out?

"Sakuraba-sensei, I'm going back now."

The boy stood up, ready to leave.

but.

"Snapped."

At that moment, Sakuraba Yuki reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist.

Gen Tsukino hesitated for a moment before turning to look at her. At some point, Yuki Sakuraba opened her eyes slightly, and there were tiny stars in her hazy eyes.

Her lips moved, her voice deep and seductive.

"I've never been drunk in front of anyone before, how can you be so trusting?"

Tsukino Gen didn't know if she was talking drunk or sober.

He simply turned around, bent down, and gazed at her.

Watching her struggle to raise her beautiful, slender hand and gently touch the boy's face with her fingertips, it was as if Tsukino Gen, who was so close at hand, had become unreachable starlight, something she couldn't touch no matter how hard she tried.

She closed her eyes again.

Whisper.

"When a person is inviolable, untemptible, and unshakeable."

"Snapped."

Her hand still fell to her side.

She closed her eyes, her breathing became deep, and her eyelashes stopped fluttering, as if she had fallen into a baby-like sleep.

Gen Tsukino frowned and glanced at the other person.

Then he shook his head and got up again.

She didn't finish her last sentence before Tsukino Gen quietly left the room and closed the door.

Standing in the elevator, watching the floor numbers gradually descend.

he whispered.

"When a person is inviolable, untemptible, and unshakable, he possesses something captivating."

From Hannah Arendt.

So what does it mean when she says that?

A long-awaited reunion is certainly joyful, but it doesn't seem to reach that level at all. Or is it about the past?
He shook his head and sighed.

"It would be best if he were truly drunk."

When the sunlight shone into the room.

The disheveled woman sat blankly on the sofa; her head didn't hurt.

Her complexion was also good, with a lingering beauty reminiscent of Sleeping Beauty just waking up.

But her eyes were trembling, until she couldn't help but cup her cheeks in her hands.

"I actually got drunk in front of him?!"

"It's been so long since we last met, and you're already drunk the first time we meet?!"

"Are you drunk and acting crazy?"

Did you say anything strange?

"Or something even more outrageous."

She couldn't help but look down at her body, which was completely unharmed, with very few wrinkles in her clothes.

Her expression turned somewhat strange.

"Is it because he's too kind, or because I lack charm?"

……

(End of this chapter)