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Yuto Itsuka woke up inexplicably. He felt that he might be a bit of a bed addict, as he hadn't slept well anywhere except in his own apartment and the guest room at the Sawamura's house.
He sat up quietly, listened to the next room, and found it to be completely silent.
It seems she stayed up too late last night, and with Eriri and Kasumigaoka-senpai's usual bickering, she's probably fast asleep right now.
Today is the second day of the training camp. The plan is to go to the beach in the afternoon, and there are no special arrangements for the morning.
It's still a long time before breakfast time when I get up now.
Yuto Itsuka thought for a moment, and since he had nothing better to do, he might as well go out for a walk. That way, if anyone asked him what the Izu Peninsula was like at five or six in the morning, he could at least answer the question.
I quickly changed my clothes, washed up, and left the room.
The paper sliding door next door was closed tightly.
As I walked down the stairs, the wooden floorboards creaked slightly.
He stepped out of the entrance hall, thinking he was the earliest riser, but to his surprise, there were already figures moving about in the courtyard of the guesthouse.
Grandma Songjian was bending over, carefully pruning the hydrangeas in the yard. She was wearing a plain apron and her movements were very patient.
"Good morning, Grandma. You're up so early." Itsuka Yuto walked over and greeted her.
Granny Matsuma straightened up, saw him, and gave him a kind smile: "Oh dear, Itsuka-kun is awake too. As you get older, you need less sleep. It's rare to see you young people getting up so early."
"I'm used to it. Since it's still early, I want to go for a walk and see the Atami in the morning."
“That’s a good idea.” Granny Matsuma nodded. “The air here is very fresh in the mornings, and the sea breeze is cool.”
"Okay, I'll head out now."
"be careful."
"it is good."
After saying goodbye to Granny Matsuma, Yuto Itsuka left the guesthouse.
In the early morning, Atami is free from the hustle and bustle of the day.
Atami is a tourist city. At this time of day, tourists are still asleep, and there are hardly any pedestrians on the streets, except for the occasional delivery vehicle and the sounds of breakfast shops bustling about.
His mother-in-law was right. The air was filled with the salty smell of the sea and the fragrance of plants, which made him, a city dweller used to Tokyo, feel very comfortable.
It was a rare moment of leisure, and Itsuka Yuto wandered aimlessly along National Route 135.
One side of this coastal highway is lined with houses and shops, while the other side is Sagami Bay.
Standing on the railing, you can overlook the distant coastline.
He walked for about twenty minutes, and then many jacaranda trees appeared by the roadside. This is the famous Jacaranda Trail, with about 130 jacaranda trees planted on both sides of the trail.
Although I missed the Jacaranda Festival in mid-June and missed the flowering season, some late-blooming purple flower spikes still remain on the branches.
A morning breeze blows, and purple petals fall, forming a hazy purple tunnel in the not-yet-fully-lit sky.
Yuto Itsuka unconsciously slowed his pace, enjoying the tranquility of being alone.
He checked the time, took out his phone, and sent a message to the four-person Line group.
"Who's more handsome than me: I'm going for a walk. Don't wait for me for breakfast, you can eat on your own when you wake up."
After sending the message, he put away his phone and continued strolling along the road.
Izu is a famous motorcycle riding destination in Japan, and you can see many motorcycle shops along the way.
Yuto Itsuki stopped in his tracks as he passed a shop with a sign that read "Akagi Motorcycle".
The statement that all men love motorcycles may be an oversimplification.
But he still approves of it.
The moment you step onto your motorcycle, the sense of control is irresistible; a motorcycle is a man's mobile armor.
The shop is small, with a few retro motorcycles displayed in the window, their lines sleek and their metal parts gleaming.
Yuto Itsuka was looking around outside when the shop door was suddenly pulled open, and a middle-aged man with gray hair, wearing overalls, poked his head out: "Hey buddy, you like motorcycles?"
"Well, just take a look."
"Come in and have a seat, don't be shy." Seemingly sensing Yuto Itsuka's preference, the shop owner was very welcoming. "Out so early?"
"I went to bed too early last night, so I came out for a walk."
Yuto Itsuka was pulled into the shop, where the owner poured him a glass of iced barley tea. The two started chatting about which motorcycle was cooler, from Honda's CB series to Kawasaki's W series. The shop owner was surprised by the handsome young man's knowledge of motorcycles, and they got along better and better as they talked.
"Young man, you have good taste. This Yamaha SR400 is a classic among classics, but it's a pity it's discontinued." The shop owner patted a black motorcycle, his tone full of regret.
“Yes, it has a pure mechanical feel; it’s hard to find that in new cars these days,” Yuto Itsuka chimed in.
After chatting for more than half an hour, Yuto Itsuka finally took his leave.
The shop owner, still eager to share, insisted on giving him a business card: "Next time you come to Izu, if you want to rent a bike, remember to look for me!"
"Okay," he agreed.
……
After leaving the motorcycle shop, Yuto Itsuka continued to stroll around.
As he turned into a small alley, a somewhat old sign caught his eye—【Mahjong Master】.
This is a mahjong parlor.
Gambling is explicitly prohibited in Japan, but there are always ways to circumvent the rules. Just like the pachinko parlors that are everywhere, mahjong parlors are not places where you can go in empty-handed and leave empty-handed.
However, he did not expect that it was already open for business before eight o'clock. Could it be a 24-hour mahjong parlor?
The "Business Regulations on Customs and Morals" prohibit mahjong parlors from exceeding their operating hours, but as the saying goes, there's always a way around the rules.
Driven by curiosity, Itsuka Yuto went up to the second floor.
There was a damp smell from the tatami mats inside, as well as a faint smell of smoke, but it wasn't strong.
In front of an automatic mahjong table, several elderly men with thinning hair were sitting, intently playing mahjong.
When they saw a boy who looked like a high school student walk in, the old men looked up, their eyes filled with surprise.
"Kid, you've come to the wrong place, haven't you?" an old man wearing reading glasses said in a deep voice.
“No, I just saw the sign that says ‘Mahjong Master’ and came in to pay my respects,” Yuto Itsuki said with a smile.
"Pretty boastful," another thin old man grinned. "Can you play? We're one short for a threesome."
"good."
Yuto Itsuka sat down in the empty seat.
It wasn't that I was having a drug addiction attack; I simply wanted to experience the local life in Atami.
As for mahjong skills, in my previous life, I would play a few rounds with relatives and friends when I went back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year. With my learning ability after transmigrating, dealing with a few old men shouldn't be a problem.
after an hour……
"Hit! No terminal cards, Dora 3, full house!" Itsuka Yuto pushed his hand over.
"It's you again, you little rascal!" The old man with the reading glasses stared wide-eyed. "This is weird!"
"Just lucky." Itsuka Yuto smiled.
He played very restrainedly, stopping short of winning, and the money he won was probably enough for his return train ticket.
"Thank you all for your kind words." He stood up and prepared to leave.
"Kid, don't run away!" the skinny old man shouted anxiously. "Come back tomorrow if you dare!"
Yuto Itsuka waved his hand: "I'll probably be going hiking tomorrow, so I probably won't have time. Please continue, everyone. Goodbye."
Ignoring the shouts of the old men behind him, he leisurely left the mahjong parlor.
Stepping out of the alley, the sunlight was already bathing the streets. Itsuka Yuto stretched and felt refreshed.
He found a coffee shop nearby and ordered a breakfast set meal.
After sitting down, he took out his phone, and unsurprisingly, there was already a reply in the group chat.
"Eriri: You idiot Yuto! Don't you know it's dangerous to run out alone?! (｀ヘ?)"
"Kasumi Shiko: Junior, did you secretly go and meet some unknown beautiful girl behind our backs? (laughs)"
"Random girl: Itsuka-kun, do you need me to save you breakfast?"
Yuto Itsuka chuckled and replied to each of them.
After breakfast, he returned to the guesthouse along the same route he had come from.
When he returned to the guesthouse, it was exactly ten o'clock. Eriri and the others had already finished breakfast and were sitting in the living room watching TV.
Watching TV while traveling is really boring, Yuto Itsuka thought to himself.
"So you finally decided to come back!" Eriri saw him, jumped up from the sofa, and put her hands on her hips.
"What, you already miss me after only a few hours away?" Itsuka Yuto teased.
"Who, who would miss you!" Eriri's face flushed red. "I was just worried that you, with your terrible sense of direction, would get lost in Atami and cause us trouble!"
"Sawamura-kun's concern is truly touching." Kasumigaoka Utaha sat lazily on the sofa, sipping her barley tea. "Junior, how's it going? Any romantic encounters? Did a bestselling author pick up a goddess in the park?"
"Are you interested, senior, if there's only the motorcycle shop uncle and the mahjong parlor old man?"
"Forget it then."
"Welcome back, Itsuka-kun," Kato Megumi said with a smile. "What are your plans for this morning?"
"It's already this late, let's rest at the guesthouse. After lunch, when the sun isn't so strong, we can get ready and go to the beach together." Itsuka Yuto sat down on the sofa.
Eriri's eyes lit up when she heard the word "seaside," but she quickly concealed it.
Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled and said, "The seaside...it's something to look forward to, isn't it, senpai-kun?"
Yuto Itsuka did not answer, and closed his eyes while half-lying on the sofa.
……
2 PM, Atami Sunshine Beach.
The summer sun shone generously on the beach, and the sea shimmered. Even though it wasn't the weekend, the beach was still bustling with tourists, men and women.
"Wow, there are so many people." Eriri muttered softly, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat.
“After all, it’s a famous resort.” Itsuka Yuto looked around as he carried a large bag full of beach supplies.
This is one of the most popular beaches in Izu, with complete facilities, including rows of coin lockers on the beach, free showers, and clean changing rooms.
"Let's find a place first," he suggested.
He rented a large parasol and several beach mats, and spread them out in a less crowded area.
He then sat down on the beach mat and started taking things out.
"Alright, ladies, you can go change into your swimsuits now." He came wearing beach shorts with a swim trunk underneath, which he could easily take off later.
"Mm." Kato Megumi nodded and picked up her bag.
“Let’s go, Sawamura-kun.” Kasumigaoka Utaha also stood up.
Eriri seemed a little hesitant, clutching her bag tightly, her cheeks slightly flushed: "I... I'll just stay here and watch the things."
"Oh, is Sawamura shy?" Kasumigaoka Utaha saw right through her. "Don't worry, with your figure, no one will notice even if you wear a swimsuit."
"Kasumigaoka Utaha!" Eriri instantly bristled, "Who are you saying no one notices their figure?!"
Hmm~ Who knows~
"Eri, let's go together. Itsuka-kun will be fine here by himself," Kato Megumi interjected at the opportune moment.
Eriri glared at Kasumigaoka Utaha, then secretly glanced at Itsuka Yuto, before reluctantly following them to the changing room.
Yuto Itsuka watched their retreating figures, smiled, and then took off his shirt, revealing his bare upper body.
He has a slender build and doesn't have much muscle definition because he doesn't exercise much, but he's still pleasing to the eye. Several female tourists who look like they're from abroad are already chattering about him.
He sat on the recliner, took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, then began to wait for the girls to change clothes.
It would be a lie to say I'm not looking forward to it, after all, I'm still a teenage boy.
The door to the women's changing room didn't open until he was starting to feel sleepy from the sea breeze.
The first to step forward was Kasumigaoka Utaha.