I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 58 Dead straight man!
As Gen Tsukino pushed her out of the crowded subway station, he looked down at the girl with a smile.

Is the outside world not so scary?

Kiyono Mizuki blushed slightly, but refused to admit defeat.

"So what were you planning to do just now? Were you going to teach that kid a lesson?"

"If it's a brat, then of course he should be disciplined," Tsukino Gen replied matter-of-factly, then showed a regretful expression, "What a pity, such a rare opportunity to be a hero and save a damsel in distress, and it's a well-behaved kid instead."

"Pfft. You're actually feeling sorry now. Okay, why did you bring me here?"

When Kiyono Mizuki left the subway station and saw the crowds on the street, she knew where Tsukino Gen had brought her.

Xiayuan District.

The streets are full of young people chasing trends, and there are countless shops selling anime and related merchandise.

Arcades and video game arcades are also indispensable.

Staff dressed in costumes of iconic anime characters greet guests everywhere.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this is the most vibrant and youthful neighborhood in Zhaori.

Gen Tsukino looked at it and said, "Hmm, let me think... where should we start playing?"

"What can I do looking like this?"

Although what happened on the subway made her lower her guard and temporarily relax.

But looking at so many young and beautiful men and women, she still felt somewhat ashamed of herself.

"What's wrong with you? I'm not going to let you play on the dance machine."

"A dance machine? You've come up with something! Why don't you let me go clubbing in a wheelchair?"

Do you want to go bouncing?

"I miss you my foot!"

Do you know how to play arcade games?

Tsukino Gendo asked.

"Arcade?" Kiyono Mizuki was taken aback. "I used to play it. My dad used to take me to play Street Fighter and stuff. He used to play it really hard, but later he couldn't beat me anymore."

When talking about her father, a hint of nostalgia appeared on Kiyono Mizuki's face.

Some things happened a long time ago, and some people are long gone, but forgetting is the only true disappearance. She was grateful that she still remembered those things clearly.

"Street Fighter? Interesting. Come on, let's exchange a few blows."

Kiyono looked up at the boy.

"If I beat you, won't you lose face?"

"Are you suggesting you're giving me the runaround?"

"Maybe we really need to release some water!"

"Come on! If you can beat me, I'll give you my head."

"Who wants your head!"

"I don't want the big head, but do you want the small head?"

What is a small head?

Gen Tsukino pushed Kiyono Mizuki at breakneck speed, reminding Kiyono Mizuki of when she was a child riding go-karts at an amusement park. Who was pushing a wheelchair so fast when there were no seat belts?

However, there was no danger; Tsukino Gen's control over his strength was perfect.

Not only did they quickly push the girl into the arcade, but they also swiftly grabbed a seat.

"You should know that playing video games only requires your hands, not your feet, right?"

The boy gripped the handle and turned to look at Kiyono Mizuki.

Kiyono Mizuki narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"It's simple. In the game, you're not disabled, so I won't go easy on you."

Do you think I'd be happy if you kept calling me a disabled person?

"I'm giving you desensitization therapy. Do you understand desensitization?"

"I rarely hear about desensitization, but I've heard that boys really like to say they're sensitive."

"Wait a minute, you're writing a light novel, not an erotic novel, right? Hey! Why are you starting like this? Are you trying to ambush me?!"

"Hahaha, you're such an idiot to fall for such a little trick!"

In the arcade, no one seemed to be playing more enthusiastically than this young couple. One might even wonder if the girl would have jumped up and down if it weren't for the wheelchair.
As it turned out, Tsukino Gen really didn't treat her as a disabled person.

They didn't even treat her like a human being.

The boy, who picks up everything quickly and seems to have it all by heart, uses various characters and a dazzling array of moves to utterly crush Kiyono Mizuki.

In the end, the girl clutched her chest.

"Wait, wait! You've hit my blood pressure so hard it's about to spike! I'm done playing!"

"You noob, you couldn't even beat me with a sneak attack. Now you know how powerful I am, right?"

Kiyono Mizuki glared at the seemingly excited boy with annoyance.

That jerk! He's usually so gentle, how come he doesn't know how to let others win when playing games?

It feels so satisfying to bully me!
Passersby couldn't help but give Tsukino Gen a thumbs up in admiration.

"Bro, you're really amazing."

Putting everything else aside, this is the first time they've ever seen someone beat up their girlfriend as if she were an enemy.

Tsukino Gen, who pushed Kiyono Mizuki out of the arcade, was still boasting, "It's no exaggeration to say that if I focused on arcade games, I think I could beat the entire Xiayuan District in two days."

Kiyono Mizuki said irritably, "Fine, fine, you're so great, right? Now what are we going to do?"

This statement naturally indicates that she doesn't want to go home yet, not only because the time she spends with this boy is precious, but also because she finally realizes that there's nothing special about her appearing in other people's sight like this.

Some things seem serious if you only think about them but don't do them. But once you actually experience them, it doesn't seem like there's anything to be afraid of. Besides, I feel very safe around him.

"Let's look around some more then. I can give you another chance."

"what chance?"

"There's a claw machine over there, wanna have a contest to see who can win the most?"

"But from my perspective, I feel I'm at a disadvantage compared to you."

"Wow, you used to be so afraid that people would treat you like you were disabled, and now you're using that to bargain?"

“Hmph,” Kiyono Mizuki’s cheeks flushed slightly, “I was just emphasizing fairness and impartiality.”

"Well, there's no other way," Tsukino Gen sighed in frustration. "How about I hold you while you try to win a prize?"

"No need, it's fair enough for someone in a wheelchair."

The girl who quickly got to experience the claw machine proved that her skills were quite good, at least at the average level, and her perspective didn't cause any problems.

But it's a bit outrageous to apply it to Tsukino Gen.

His frequency of play far exceeds that of ordinary people; he can empty half of a fully stocked claw machine.

Not long after Tsukino Gen operated the claw machine, the store staff came to check it three times.

Depend on.

Is there something wrong with the claw? How come it always seems to be a powerful hook in this guy's hands?

When Kiyono Mizuki saw more and more shop assistants standing around the two of them, she felt a little embarrassed.

He pulled Tsukino Gen.

"Okay, stop grabbing, that's enough."

Gen Tsukino seemed oblivious. "What do you mean, almost done? The claw machine isn't empty yet."

Qingye Mizue:? ? ?
This person is wicked from head to toe!

After much persuasion, Tsukino Gen finally left the claw machine store with a large bag of plush toys, much to the dismay of the staff, especially the manager.

The manager looked at the several employees who seemed to want to explain.

“I suspect there’s a mole among us. Otherwise, explain the hook problem to me, or I’ll put you guys in the claw machine as plush toys tomorrow.”

Kiyono Mizuki had initially thought that Tsukino Gen's enthusiasm would wane and she would feel tired from being pushed through the streets and alleys like that. But it seemed that none of that happened at all.

He pushed himself along with great speed, and the two of them could hardly be described as strolling through the streets; they were practically sweeping the streets.

It seems like every store needs to take you inside to see what it's like.

He roams freely in any anime and manga store filled with otaku, fat otaku, and sunny otaku. He can pick up light novels, comics, or photo books without any scruples and even ask for his opinion.

However, it was precisely because of Tsukino Gen's behavior of disregarding the opinions of others that she saw another side of this group that seemed to be described as very dark by the outside world.

They don't care whether they are in a wheelchair or what the hidden reason is.

They would approach shyly and cautiously, asking tentatively, "Does this lady do any live streams? Could you tell me the live stream address? I'd love to be her big fan! Can I take a picture with her?"

Gen Tsukino would tell them righteously, "I'm sorry, she's a huge fan of mine. You can take pictures with me, but not with her, because I'm worried you might use her photos for some strange things."

"Handsome, you're really funny, hahaha. If all else fails, the three of us can take a picture together."

"The men can stand on my side to take the picture, and the women can stand next to her."

Kiyono Mizuki had no idea where Tsukino Gen came up with these outrageous ideas, but the key point was that he really dared to say what he wanted to say.

They weren't worried at all that others might find it offensive.

But thanks to Tsukino Gen, the girl, who didn't want to seem so fun this weekend, never stopped smiling, and even her cheeks started to ache slightly.

At noon, Tsukino Gen pushed Kiyono Mizuki to the maid cafe.

Kiyono Mizuki asked Tsukino Gen out of curiosity, "When you come to a place like this, is it better if you come alone so you can enjoy all the services?"

Gen Tsukino told her righteously, "How could I come alone? I only have a legitimate reason to come with you, so that people won't think I'm a sexually repressed otaku."

Qingye Mizue:? ? ?
Why do I feel like swearing? I may not be able to stand up, but I'm not a tool!
Finally, in front of a figurine shop, at the repeated request of the staff member wearing a Pikachu plush toy, they took a group photo.

It was at this moment that Kiyono Mizuki took out her phone and handed it to the staff member.

"Could you take a picture for us?"

This seemed to be the only thing missing from this trip, and the boy did not refuse.

He stood beside Kiyono Mizuki, supporting her wheelchair, with a warm, sunny smile.

At this moment, Kiyono Mizuki forgot that she couldn't stand up, and her smile was clear and pure.

She thought that she would definitely forget many things in the future, and that her leg might get better or it might not.

It's even possible that the boy won't stay by their side and will instead pursue a better life.

But she will probably remember this day forever.

Small moments of happiness amidst hardship are not a form of finding joy in suffering.

When they arrived back at the entrance of their residential compound in the afternoon after a long subway journey.

Kiyono Mizuki, who was chatting and laughing and feeling relaxed to the point of exhaustion, suddenly noticed a figure standing next to a car at the entrance of the residential area.

As she got closer to him, she gradually got to know him better.

"Uncle Sato?"

The middle-aged man, dressed in a suit and tie and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked very refined and proper, walked over with a smile.

He seemed to completely ignore the presence of Tsukino Gen behind him.

He simply looked at the girl with a gentle and kind expression.

"Jianyue, it's been a long time."

……

(End of this chapter)