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Chapter 41 : The Street Where Words Died (2)
"...."
Mina hesitated noticeably. Her confused gaze, fidgeting with her coffee cup, turned toward me.
Seeing her reaction, I realized I’d messed up again.
(I screwed up. I really just asked because she seemed curious.)
It was a purely innocent suggestion to let her touch my tattoo.
But now, getting embarrassed and apologizing while clutching my collar would be totally lame.
No matter how the world’s norms have changed, I’m a real man.
Even if a beautiful woman like the one in front of me touches or gropes my body, I’m not the type to blush or feel ashamed.
Of course, I wouldn’t let just anyone touch me.
"....Ugh."
"Mina?"
A small groan came from that tiny, pale face. Her long eyelashes trembled delicately.
A flush spread across her soft-looking cheeks.
"You okay?"
Why was she acting like this? Normally, she’d make a fuss and tell me to stop right away.
"...Is it really okay if I touch it?"
Her unfamiliar reaction made me look at her with curiosity, but Mina seemed to misinterpret my gaze as permission. Maybe she thought I was urging her to hurry up and touch it.
Her expression was filled with all sorts of hesitation, but since I’d brought it up first and didn’t feel any aversion, I nodded.
"Are you going to touch my arm? Or my neck?"
"...Are you crazy? Obviously your arm!"
Her blue eyes widened in shock. I let out a deflated laugh.
"If you’re only going to touch my arm, why were you so hesitant?"
"You... you don’t act like this with other girls, do you?"
"I haven’t, but it’s not like it’d matter if—"
"...."
Mina’s gaze turned icy, like a winter chill, and I quickly shut my mouth before finishing my sentence about it not being a big deal.
Alright, alright. Stop looking at me like that.
I gave in to her sharp stare and shook my head.
"I don’t. We’re friends, so it’s fine, right?"
"Ah... friends. Yeah, friends... good. Don’t do this anywhere else."
Mina’s eyes drooped. She let out a sigh, rested her head on the table, and fidgeted with her fingers.
She looked a bit pitiful, but I was frustrated and ran a hand through my hair.
(So, are you going to touch it or not?)
"Here."
It felt like she’d keep hesitating forever, so I extended my tattooed arm. Black flowers bloomed on my pale skin.
Mina stared at my arm, casually placed on the table, with a trembling gaze.
I nodded when she pointed at my arm with wide eyes, silently asking, (Is it really okay?)
"Well, then..."
I turned my head toward the window, as if saying, (Do whatever you want touch it, bite it, whatever.)
With one arm extended, I sipped my coffee through a straw, watching passersby.
*Rustle*
I felt slender fingers brush against my arm.
The soft, cautious touch made me flinch reflexively, but my gaze remained steady.
When I didn’t react much, she seemed to gain confidence. Gradually, the fingers presumably Mina’s pressed harder, almost like a massage.
"How is it?"
"Uh, uh! Sorry... your skin is soft."
She hurriedly pulled her hand back at my sudden question.
"I wasn’t asking about my skin i meant the tattoo."
"Oh... it doesn’t feel much different from your skin... like this?"
Her face turned so red it seemed like steam might rise from it. Her flustered babbling was so cute that I couldn’t help but laugh.
As she kept sipping her iced coffee to cool down, I said,
"If you want to touch the fox later, just let me know. I’ll let you."
"Fox...? Oh..."
I tilted my head slightly and tapped my neck.
Mina’s face grew even redder as she finally understood what I meant.
Since she didn’t say no, she must be considering it.
Looking out the window, I noticed office workers starting to appear, likely heading home.
I stood up, holding my empty coffee cup.
"Let’s go."
"Already?"
Mina looked reluctant to leave, but she stood up hesitantly.
I grabbed her coffee cup too and headed to the trash can.
Of course, it was empty. Throwing away someone’s drink would be crazy.
I shook out the ice from both cups and tossed them.
Wiping the water off my hands, I turned around.
"What?"
"Nothing... thanks."
Her ears twitched and reddened, her face showing a touched expression.
Was she moved because I threw away her trash?
(Guess the guys here don’t lift a finger.)
I told her not to worry about it since it was no big deal, and we left the café.
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On the way home
"Sehwa, you know what I mentioned before... about learning to fight from you."
Mina, walking beside me, brought it up.
Her hesitant tone made me wonder if she’d changed her mind. I hoped she had, and my words carried that hope.
"What? Did your mom say no?"
"Huh? No, she was totally fine with it."
My brief excitement sank.
"So... you’re really going to learn from me?"
"Yup!"
What am I going to do with this innocent girl?
Fine, whatever. She said she wanted to learn to fight to protect me, right?
But I don’t need that, and she’d only end up hurting herself, so she should just give up
The scolding rose to my throat but sank back down.
She’s doing this for me, even if it’s a reckless move. I didn’t want to hurt her with harsh words.
So, my conclusion was this:
I’d break her resolve.
Her kind and warm intentions were appreciated, but if I showed her the overwhelming gap in skill, she’d realize how futile her desire to protect me was.
"How many hours do you study a day?"
"...Huh? Oh, I don’t really keep track... all day?"
"Impressive. But if you train with that ‘goal’ in mind, your study time will be cut in half. For years."
Mina blushed slightly at my mention of her goal, then bit her lip. I continued, unfazed.
"Honestly, I still don’t get it. Why go this far? Fine, let’s put that aside for now. Your goal is impossible without talent."
"But... you don’t know until you try, right?"
Determination filled Mina’s eyes. Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair.
My argument was honestly a bit forced.
She’s not aiming to go pro, and with effort, she could reach a decent level.
But I just didn’t want her to.
A young girl learning to fight for my sake? I didn’t like it.
I didn’t want a studious girl to get sidetracked by something unnecessary.
And I didn’t want her getting hurt learning something like fighting.
So
Here we were.
"Sign up and change. We’re sparring right away."
"S-sparring? Right now?"
As soon as she made up her mind, I dragged her to the Steel Rain MMA gym where I’d met Sia.
And to the front desk.
"Pay with this."
"Huh? Oh, sure... but if you sign up for three months or more, there’s a discount"
The staff, looking at me like I was some mythical creature for paying for Mina’s registration, tried to do their job.
"It’s fine. She’s only here for today."
"...Oh, sorry. I’ll process it right away."
I brushed off their suggestion and handed over my card. Beside me, Mina looked apologetic yet bewildered.
"Why are you paying... and what do you mean I’m only here for today?"
"Just change first. I’ll explain later."
"...Okay."
My tone was a bit commanding, and Mina flinched at the colder voice, unlike earlier.
Leaving her to it, I headed to the men’s locker room.
I found the locker with “Ryu Sehwa” written on it and changed from jeans to shorts.
*Creak*
When I opened the locker room door, Mina wasn’t out yet, probably still changing.
I sat quietly in an empty spot, wrapping my straps and sighing.
My plan to change Mina’s mind was this:
Spar with her, thoroughly overpower her, and make her abandon the idea of protecting me.
Hurting her pride as a woman was the method I chose.
I knew it was absurd a complete beginner facing a former pro.
But Mina probably didn’t know that. She likely just saw me as a guy who could fight a bit.
It was unfair, but I had no choice.
I wanted to stop her from starting something unnecessary out of misguided kindness.
(I know it’s meddling, but this is better for you.)
As I carefully wrapped my straps, I sensed someone approaching.
"Sehwa... I’m here."
"Let’s start, then...?"
I looked up to see Mina trembling, and someone with a hand on her shoulder.
A teardrop-shaped mole at the corner of her eye. A beautiful, cat-like face Sia.
For some reason, her eyes were filled with resentment.
(Didn’t expect to meet her here. Guess the team leader came to train today)
I greeted her, meeting her cold, gleaming eyes.
"Hey, Team Leader."
"Yo. You’re starting work soon, right? But I heard something weird."
"What do you mean?"
I asked innocently, and Sia stepped closer.
"I heard you’re teaching Mina to fight. But... do you normally start a complete beginner with sparring?"
Her slightly accusatory tone made it clear she wasn’t happy.
She probably knew my skills well, having experienced them. She knew I wasn’t just some guy.
Sia was looking at me not as a man, but as a person.
To her, it probably looked like this:
A guy who’s insanely good at fighting wasn’t teaching but bullying someone she cared about Mina.
Even though I was doing this for Mina’s sake.
I didn’t like being misunderstood, and my eyes narrowed slightly. But if I apologized and said I’d start with jump ropes, it’d ruin everything.
So
"That’s how I learned in Russia. Everyone’s teaching style is different, right?"
"...Fine. I’ll apologize for getting heated. But can you show me?"
Even as she apologized, Sia’s eyes remained suspicious.
In the tense atmosphere between us, Mina could only roll her eyes anxiously, unable to do anything.
It was like watching a shrimp caught in a whale fight.
I couldn’t keep this up, so I stood.
"I’ll show you. Mina, put on your gloves and headgear, then get in the ring."
"...We’re really doing this? But your hand’s injured... are you sure?"
Worry filled her blue eyes.
But I was confident that worry would soon shatter.
"I’m fine."
"Ugh..."
Mina glanced at Sia for permission, and Sia nodded reluctantly.
As Mina geared up with Sia’s help, I climbed into the ring.
Soon, Mina entered, wrapped in protective gear like a turtle.
"Mina, what you’re trying to do isn’t something you can just balance with studying. You’re taking it too lightly. Way too lightly."
"No, I’m not. I can work hard."
Mina shook her head vehemently.
I knew that wasn’t what she meant, but I had to be harsh now.
"I know. I get your intentions, and I’m grateful. But I’m going to show you why I don’t need your help."
"...If I keep working hard, I can be helpful."
I shook my head.
"I can tell from the start someone’s talent, their potential for growth. I’ve seen people train for years and still lose to someone who’s trained for months."
I continued, feigning concern.
"It’d be frustrating, right? Cutting study time to train hard, only to fail. So you need to know your talent."
My real goal was to crush Mina’s pride and break her resolve.
I felt a pang of guilt for going this far, but once the match started, all distractions vanished.
I declared I wouldn’t use both arms, and Sia, watching from below, seemed to question if this was truly teaching.
But her face gradually contorted.
*Pow!*
Mina’s headgear twisted halfway from my kick.
"I gave you a handicap, but you can’t even use it, Mina."
*Bang!*
A drum-like sound echoed from her fragile body.
(Forgot I’m a guy?)
(Come on, do better.)
(Too slow. You’ll never get there, even in years.)
My warm tone masked the sharp daggers stabbing at her.
Finally
"Huff... huff..."
"Let’s stop. Go home and think it over. This... isn’t for you."
With a fake sympathetic smile, I saw despair in her eyes through the headgear.
Not wanting to hurt her too deeply, I helped remove her gear and comforted her.
(Not everyone can excel at everything.)
(I really appreciate your heart.)
Her dejected face didn’t brighten, and worried she’d take it too hard, I rubbed her shoulders to cheer her up.
It was like giving her medicine after making her sick, but it worked a bit her face lightened slightly.
As Mina went to the locker room to change, I sighed in relief.
(Sorry. You weren’t even doing this for yourself, but for me, so I had to stop you. Don’t get hurt doing thisfocus on studying and get into a good college.)
My shoulder, perfectly fine, suddenly throbbed.
That old trauma.
Maybe that’s why I went this far with Mina.
Feeling my mood plummet, I turned to change and head home.
But a delicate hand firmly grabbed my shoulder.
"...Ryu Sehwa. Send Mina home, and let’s talk."
A voice cold enough to chill anyone dug into my back.
Right, she was still here.
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