I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 49 Do you owe me something? (First update, please vote!)

The appearance of some people seems to prove that miracles must exist in this world.

In truth, at that moment, Sakura Kazama wasn't particularly surprised by the boy's appearance. What surprised her was that she seemed to have sensed in advance that he would appear at this time.

When you are most desperate, when you have no way out.

When I was a kid, I always wondered why Ultraman could only appear at the most critical moment, and why he could only unleash his ultimate move at the very end.

Now she seems to understand that you can't truly appreciate the value of a 'hero' until you're in the most danger and feel utterly helpless.

My father stood there, holding a fruit knife, and seemed to have sobered up a bit.

His pupils dilated as he stared at the indifferent, handsome young man at the door, a sense of absurdity washing over him. It was as if he had forgotten what he had done, and his current situation felt utterly alien.

But he still asked instinctively, fueled by anger.

"Who are you!"

Tsukino Gen seemed oblivious to the danger posed by the other party, stepping over the shattered debris as he entered the broken home.

"Sakura's classmate, my name is Tsukino Gen. I'm sorry, I just kicked your door open."

The boy's words were so ordinary, even polite and courteous, that they seemed all the more absurd.

Kazama Sakura remembered something and immediately reminded the boy.

"Ah-Xian, don't come any closer! He... he's in danger!"

She dared not mention the knife directly, for fear of reminding the enraged man of something and fueling his anger.

She hoped that Tsukino Gen would calm down now and call the police in advance.

I hope he won't get hurt because of me.

Because she is her mother's daughter, she doesn't feel there's anything wrong with protecting her mother; it's even taken for granted. But if this boy were to be harmed because of her, she truly doesn't know how to face it.

Gen Tsukino didn't answer, but gave her a familiar, warm look.

The man raised his arm and pointed the sharp knife at Tsukino Gen.

He gritted his teeth, as if he were no longer in his right mind. It was unclear whether it was due to excessive alcohol or a loss of control. He seemed to care about nothing. Morality and law were completely forgotten.

"Whoever you are, don't come any closer! Get out of here!"

Gen Tsukino did not retreat, but continued to walk towards his opponent, without searching the ground for any weapons he could use to protect himself.

"Don't worry, it'll only be a moment. It won't be long."

This statement is inexplicable, and it's unclear who it's being addressed to.

Was he comforting himself? Or was he reassuring his wife and daughters behind him?
The man didn't know.

He only knew that he had no control over his body and felt an urge to destroy everything.

Since life has already become a mess, and I've been suppressing my feelings for so long, I'll just let it all out without a care in the world.

"I told you not to come any closer!!"

He felt he could no longer bear it; the other person's relentless approach, ignoring him completely, was a clear provocation. He was already suffering at work, and now he couldn't find peace at home either.

This young boy doesn't even respect me.

I am not a loser in life, I am not a weakling, I am not a coward!

"string!!"

Sakura Kazama screamed in terror.

She instantly released her mother and tried to rush over, unsure of what she could do. But she didn't want Tsukino Gen to face the danger alone, especially since it was danger she had brought with her.

But Kazama Sakura was still a step too slow.

The man rushed forward, disregarding everything, as if he wanted to tear apart everything with a destructive intent.

Gen Tsukino finally stopped and reached out his hand.

"Snapped."

He gripped the other's wrist with perfect precision, preventing the knife from moving forward even an inch.

The man paused, looking at Tsukino Gen in astonishment.

The boy didn't speak, but grasped his arm with his left hand and then clenched his fist with his right.

"boom!"

The fist deformed severely the instant it touched his cheek.

His pupils widened suddenly, then became unfocused in an instant.

At that moment, he seemed to see countless blank spaces before turning into darkness.

The man's body was like a doll that had instantly lost consciousness.

As the fruit knife fell to the ground, his body crashed directly into the TV cabinet next to him.

He only had time to let out a painful scream before his body seemed to lose all consciousness, showing no sign of movement whatsoever.

Standing there in astonishment, Kazama Sakura looked left and right, wondering what was going on.

Gen Tsukino calmly took his phone out of his pocket.

Made a phone call.

"Morita-neechan. Yes, this is Tsukino. There's a family... no, I should say an intentional assault case here. Please send someone over immediately. Thank you."

After making the call, Tsukino Gen looked at Kazama Sakura.

"correct."

"What."

Kazama Sakura watched as he took a familiar-looking bag of cookies out of his backpack and handed it to her.

He said.

"Aren't these the cookies you made? Why were you in such a hurry? You didn't even bring anything with you."

Holding the bag of cookies, tears streamed down my face. It wasn't really a profound feeling of being moved, but his presence allowed me to release all the pent-up grievances and fear I had just felt.

With tears streaming down her face, she placed the bag of cookies back into the boy's hands, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"It was originally made for you to eat."

"Really? Thank you then."

Gen Tsukino laughed.

The girl had initially wanted to rush up and hug the boy without a second thought, but now she hesitated. Her mother, realizing what was happening, looked at the two of them with a look of uncertainty.

"Is this Sakura's classmate?"

Sakura Kazama nodded slightly, her face flushed. "Yes, he is Gen Tsukino."

Genya Tsukino greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Auntie. It's a little strange to meet you under these circumstances."

The woman shook her head, somewhat relieved, and said, "No, that's not true. It's a good thing you showed up. Thanks to you, otherwise, who knows what heinous things he might have done. It's also my fault for telling Xiaoying and making her come back to face danger with me."

Kazama Sakura shook her head.

"No, that's not true. These are things that my mom and I should face together. I'm all grown up now. Really."

“Sakura.”

The police arrived quickly and took the still unconscious man, along with Kazama Sakura, her mother, and Tsukino Gen, to the police station.

With Kazama Sakura and her mother as witnesses, Tsukino Gen naturally had no trouble, and since it was Morita Chinatsu who handled the matter, things were even better.

I only saw this boy and this girl.

Chinatsu Morita couldn't help but say it.

"You really can't stay still. How long has it been?"

Gen Tsukino smiled shyly.

Looking at this man in his police uniform, so incredibly charming, with that cool, aloof face that inspires a strong desire to conquer him.

"How can you say that? I was just doing a good deed, Morita-neechan. By the way, is there a reward for doing a good deed? A banner would be fine too."

Chinatsu Morita couldn't help but laugh and said, "Dream on. He's not a wanted criminal, so why would he have a bounty? And you, you're carrying a knife, aren't you afraid of getting hurt?"

Kazama Sakura, who overheard the conversation between the two, glanced at the room where her mother was being taken away by the police to give a statement.

Then she whispered it to Chinatsu Morita.

"I'm sorry. I'm the one who caused him trouble. I don't know why my father turned out this way."

Why are you apologizing?

Chinatsu Morita looked at the girl.

Kazama Sakura was stunned.

Chinatsu Morita, however, spoke seriously.

"He is your father, that's true. But in this case of domestic violence, you and your mother are the victims. There's no reason for the victims to apologize. On the contrary, you did a great job protecting your mother, staying calm, and waiting for him to arrive. Next time you encounter something like this, remember to call the police first."

"I see."

The girl nodded vigorously.

Chinatsu Morita sighed slightly, then smiled.

"But don't worry too much. It's unlikely your father will be released within a year, and the evidence of domestic violence is there. It will be easy for your mother to divorce him. Even if he is released, there will be a restraining order preventing him from getting close to you and your mother. But violence isn't just domestic violence. As a girl, you still need to be more careful."

Hearing Morita Chinatsu say that, Kazama Sakura still felt a little guilty.

"Yes, I won't be so impulsive anymore. And I won't let him risk his life for me again."

Chinatsu Morita shook her head.

“I understand your thoughts. Many girls, especially beautiful girls, suffer more malice and encounter more trouble for no reason. But is it your fault? God didn’t make you so beautiful to destroy you. What you need to do is be more careful and stronger. And the existence of us police is to tell those people that beauty is not a mistake.”

"Officer Morita."

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes again, and she couldn't help but hug Chinatsu Morita. Chinatsu Morita also gently embraced the girl and patted her back to comfort her.

But his eyes were fixed on Tsukino Gen.

Her expression seemed somewhat smug, as if she were provoking someone.

Gen Tsukino glared at the other person with annoyance.

What's with that expression? Is he NTR'd me in front of you? Don't be disgusting, I don't play that game.

After the hug.

Chinatsu Morita released the somewhat shy girl and said softly.

"By the way, if we want to expedite the divorce process, your mother also needs to cooperate with a medical examination to assess her injuries and preserve relevant evidence. Our police will accompany her, but you'll also need to calm her down. Can you do that?"

The girl nodded vigorously.

"Hmm. It's okay."

However, she remembered something and turned to look at Tsukino Gen.

"Thank you so much for tonight. Why don't you go home and get some rest?"

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "Since it's come to this, let's just see it through to the end."

"Hey? Do you want to come along?"

"if not."

"But."

"No buts, do you owe me something?"

Gen Tsukino asked with a smile.

Sakura Kazama paused, then tentatively asked, "What is it? I can't quite remember right now."

"You just hugged Morita-neechan, but what about me? I was the first one to arrive at the scene."

"oops!!"

Sakura Kazama blushed deeply; how could she possibly hug the boy in front of the police? Even though she really wanted to hold him tightly.

tell him.

Because of him, I had the courage to survive time and time again.

Chinatsu Morita was right next to her, so she naturally heard everything clearly.

She paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha, you're really something."

……

I'm sick, so I'm going to bed early, afraid I won't wake up. That's why I've set up a timed update, one update per minute, for a total of three updates!


(End of this chapter)