After returning home and having dinner, I conveyed my wishes to the three of them.
The result was a silent response from all three, as if in perfect harmony.
Moreover, since all three had bewildered expressions, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had done something wrong again.
“I want to do martial arts.”
That’s all I said.
Initially, I expected opposition to arise from there, and I had plans to refute each one step by step, but unexpectedly, everyone remained silent.
“Y- Yoruto-sama, you want to do martial arts?”
“Yeah.”
“W- What about the nursery?”
“I’ll go about three days a week, and I want to learn martial arts for two days. Of course, I’ll be with Mom and my sister on weekends.”
“I- It’s impressive that you’ve even planned out your week.”
Ah, maybe a three-year-old doesn’t understand the concept of a week yet? But it’s safe since he’s not being elevated to the level of a prodigy.
“Nooooo!”
Suddenly, Reisan and my mother and sister vehemently opposed while I was talking to Reisan.
“Yoruto-kun!! Martial arts can cause injuries! It’s painful, tough, and sweaty!”
“It’s no good for Yoruto-kun to go to an unknown place without going to the nursery! Absolutely not!”
“Well… but…”
“Yoruto-kun is cool! If such a cool Yoruto-kun gets hurt, it will be a loss to the whole world!!”
Well, he’s reasonably put together, but saying it’s a loss to the whole world is exaggerating a bit, right? I internally made a sarcastic comment.
But well, my mother’s concern is probably about me getting injured.
“I can’t be in the same space as Yoruto-kun anymore! You’ll be attacked by strangers without knowing it!”
Regarding my sister, the opposition stems from the reduction in time spent with me.
Both of them have reasonable reasons for opposing within the expected range.
“If that’s the case, how about I learn a martial art that’s less likely to cause injuries and relatively safe?”
“Guhh!!!”
Hehehe… activating the special skill of winning decisively against my mother and sister with a killing gaze.
As expected, the two fell backward with the force that seemed to cause a nosebleed as predicted.
“…Why does Yoruto-sama want to learn martial arts?”
While having such a conversation, Reisan asked not about what I intend to learn but why I want to learn.
And because of her slightly troubled expression, I can’t help but think that she’s indeed smart.
“I… want to become stronger. I want to be strong enough to protect Mom, Sister, and Reis from danger.”
“…Men don’t protect women, and there are no women in this world who are protected by men.”
“But I don’t want everyone to get hurt because of me. If I can protect myself, can’t I protect everyone?”
“……”
The reason I stated is not a lie.
To be honest, it’s 50% true.
(Want to be able to defend myself 50%, want to reduce Reisan’s burden 30%, want to be cool and popular 20%.)
But I feel like Reisan can see that I also want to reduce her burden.
That’s probably why she has that apologetic expression…
“So I want to learn a martial art that is less likely to cause injuries. And I’ll choose a lesson that will end before Sister comes back. Then there’s nothing to worry about, right?”
“…Is there such a martial art?”
With labored breath, my mother, who had barely survived, asked that.
“Well… I don’t know, but I’ll look for one.”
Honestly, there might be.
But if I say that now, it doesn’t fit well, so I’ll just keep quiet.
Besides, I don’t know if such a thing exists in this world.
“…There is.”
In my place, Reisan spoke up.
