eurekapd Chapter 35 Fujita's persistence
Chapter 35 Fujita's persistence
The city at night is like a sleeping beauty draped in silver gauze. Under the caress of the moonlight, it looks exceptionally soft and peaceful.
After work at the construction site, Fujita drove his small motorcycle back to his rented apartment like a tired bird returning to its nest.
"Kaka!"
"Squeak!"
"boom!"
As soon as Fujita closed the door, there was a rustling sound in the room.
"Brother, are you back?"
Then, a little girl came out of the room cautiously, groping along the wall like a frightened deer.
She is Nanako, an eight-year-old girl and Fujita's biological sister.
She looks as sweet and lovely as an angel, wearing pajamas with cartoon patterns, as if she is wearing the entire starry sky on her body.
"Brother, you must be very tired after working all day." Nanako's small hand tightly grasped a handkerchief, and like a butterfly, she gently danced on Fujita's face, wiping away the sweat for him.
Although Nanako is young, she knows how to feel sorry for her brother, and her heart shines like the brightest star in the night sky.
She knew that her brother not only worked hard to treat her eyes, but also practiced boxing just to earn more bonuses.
Five years ago, the storm of fate mercilessly struck the brother and sister, leaving them without their parents and becoming lonely orphans.
However, Fujita resolutely dropped out of school and carried the burden of life with his young shoulders.
Because Tokyo has the best medical care in Japan, he brought his sister to this strange metropolis just to cure Nanako's eyes.
"Nanako, are you hungry? I'll make you ramen right away." Fujita gently picked up his sister and placed her on a chair next to the dining table.
"Just wait a moment, it will be ready soon!"
"Yeah, the ramen made by my brother is the best in the world!" Nanako's face was filled with a happy smile, a feeling of satisfaction as warm as the sun.
Fujita was very efficient and prepared two bowls of noodles in no time.
Although the food he cooked tasted very ordinary, Nanako ate it with gusto, as if she was tasting rare delicacies in the world.
In reality, it was just a bowl of bland noodles in clear soup.
Nanako slurped the noodles very quickly and in a short while, she had finished the whole bowl of noodles.
She sat back in her chair contentedly, a happy smile on her face.
"Brother, I don't want you to work so hard.
I have been blind since childhood and have long been accustomed to this kind of life.
As long as you are by my side, it doesn't matter to me whether I can see the world or not.
As long as we can stay together, I will be satisfied."
Nanako's words instantly broke down Fujita's psychological defenses.
His eyes were moist and tears slid down his cheeks like a flood, dripping into the bowl on the table in front of him, making a "tick-tick" sound.
“Nanako, don’t worry, my brother will soon become famous in the boxing world.
By then, I will have enough money to treat your eyes.
You must believe in your brother."
At this time, Nanako slowly groped her way out of the chair, climbed onto the chair next to Fujita, and then sat astride Fujita's legs.
She pressed her little head against Fujita's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, "Brother's heartbeat is very powerful, brother's fist must be full of power, brother is the most amazing person in the world.
If I could see this world one day, the first thing I would do is to see what my brother looks like.
My brother must look like a prince!"
……
Once children are tired of playing, they will easily fall into a sweet dream as if they were cast by magic.
Look, Nanako is lying quietly on Fujita's chest like a docile kitten, immersed in a dream.
Fujita carefully carried Nanako into the room, gently placed her on the bed, carefully covered her with a blanket, then tiptoed out of the room and closed the door.
Then Fujita started cleaning the house as quickly as the wind.
He washed the dishes and the clothes became clean as new in his hands.
After all the housework was arranged in order, Fujita began to take off his shirt.
His upper body looked like a finely sculpted sculpture.
The pectoral muscles are full and firm, like two hard stone slabs. Between the pectoral muscles, the deep sternum line is clearly visible.
Looking down, the deltoid muscles are full and powerful, standing like a mountain.
The biceps and triceps are clearly defined and full of power.
The abdominal muscles are clearly defined and neatly arranged on his abdomen, and each muscle is full of strength, as if ready to explode at any time.
The back muscles are broad and thick, and the trapezius and rhomboid muscles on the back spread out like wings, giving people a feeling of spreading their wings and about to fly.
Fujita stood in the middle of the room and began his punching practice.
He planted his feet firmly on the ground, shoulder-width apart, with his knees slightly bent to gather strength for the next move.
He clenched his hands, his forearms pressed against his sides, his eyes focused.
First, he practiced straight punching.
He quickly pushed off the ground with his back foot, using the force to propel his body forward, while his right fist quickly struck out in a straight line, with his arm straight and fist clenched, pointing to where his opponent might be.
When his fist was about to reach the farthest point, he quickly retracted his fist and returned to the starting position to prepare for the next punch.
Next is the hook exercise.
Fujita rotated his body slightly and swung his right fist from bottom to top along an arc trajectory.
When his fist reached its highest point, he quickly retracted it, and the whole process was smooth and powerful.
Then comes the practice of swinging fists.
His body leaned to the left, and his right fist swung from the right side to the left, forming a large arc.
When he threw his fist, his waist and shoulders participated in the rotation, providing more power to the fist.
The moment his fist hit the imaginary opponent, he could feel the powerful impact.
Throughout the entire practice, Fujita's breathing remained very steady and his eyes were always focused forward, as if there was really an opponent standing in front of him.
Every punch he threw was accurate and powerful, demonstrating the professional qualities of an excellent boxer.
Late at night, the city is like a sleeping beast, with everything silent.
Only Fujita's room was brightly lit, and he was sweating profusely inside.
He had an obsession in his heart that burned like a raging fire, driving him to practice continuously until he was exhausted.
His sister's eyes were the deepest pain in his heart.
Now, he has nothing but his sister, and the only thing he can rely on is this powerful body.
No matter how difficult the road ahead is, no matter what the price is, he must become famous and earn enough money to bring back the lost light for his sister.
The next day, the early morning raindrops gently tapped on the window, bringing freshness to the day.
The construction site was suspended due to rain, so Fujita arrived at the Maori Boxing Gym early.
"Fujita, come here." President Mori's voice came.
Fujita stopped hitting the sandbag and turned around, only to see President Mori standing not far away with a document in his hand.
He did not dare to delay in the slightest and ran over immediately.
"Fujita, the time and opponent for your first professional match have been determined." President Maori handed over the information, his tone revealing a bit of seriousness.
Fujita took the information and glanced over it quickly.
Luo Hao, from Yachuan Boxing Gym, is 16 years old, 172cm tall, 61kg in weight, with a wingspan of 175cm. Like him, he is a novice.
"This Luo Hao won the C-level professional boxing license exam by KO. His fists have great lethality. You have to pay attention to this." President Maori reminded.
He knew that Yachuan Boxing Gym was a place where many masters gathered, and Luo Hao must have some outstanding qualities to stand out from them.
"Yes! I understand, President."
Fujita's eyes were determined, "No matter who he is, I will do my best to defeat him."
After saying that, he turned back to the sandbag and continued his practice, as if he wanted to integrate all his unwillingness and persistence into these punches.