"How did you twist my right arm behind my back? I didn't even have time to react before my arm was twisted behind me. How did you do it?"
The handsome young man blinked his curious eyes at Aoto, looking like a thirsty schoolboy eager for knowledge.
"Ah, well..." Aoto put down the bowl of miso soup he had been drinking. "I actually used a little technique..."
Aoto tried to explain succinctly to Mr. Hijikata.
Hijikata listened intently, his entire upper body leaning slightly toward Aoto's seat.
Fellow martial artists Zhouzhu, Kondo, Chokata, and Saito were also listening curiously.
"I see..." After listening carefully to Aoto's explanation, Hijikata nodded slightly. "Using inertia and the flaws of the human body structure, huh..."
After mumbling, Hijikata's expression turned serious as he said to Aoto, "Tachibana, after dinner, could you spar with me and use that move on me again?"
"Hm?" Aoto raised an eyebrow, then nodded without a second thought, "Of course."
