JSWGAS Chapter 33

Mrs. Miyagi loved her two sons very much.

Of course, this was only when Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu weren’t making a ruckus.

These twins seemed to be inherently restless. Even before they were born, they were kicking Mrs. Miyagi’s belly, tormenting her so much that she would reach out in the middle of the night and pinch Mr. Miyagi next to her without even opening her eyes. The two little ones seemed determined to cause trouble, one kicking and then the other taking over. So, when they were finally born, the whole family breathed a long sigh of relief.

But even after leaving the womb, the two children weren’t exactly well-behaved.

When it was time to feed them, they would fight over who got to eat first. If only one was fed, the other would definitely protest loudly, their cries echoing throughout the house. So, their parents had to feed them, one by each parent, so they could enjoy all-around care. When they learned to talk, one would barely be able to say “Papa,” and the other would be straining to say “Mama.” As they grew older, they became even more lively and unruly.

They would hide Mr. Miyagi’s newspaper, steal Mrs. Miyagi’s freshly baked cookies, from removing roof tiles to teasing cats and dogs, catching crickets and fishing for small shrimp, if Miya Atsumu was involved, Miya Osamu would definitely be there too. Fortunately, as they got older, their torment shifted from the family to the neighborhood kids, which relieved Mrs. Miyagi, who was always worried about them.

Before she could relax for long, someone brought Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu to her door. They said that Miya Atsumu had teased a puppy and been bitten. Fortunately, the dog was still a pup, its teeth weren’t sharp, and it bit his ankle, which was covered by a small boot, so there was no bleeding. Miya Atsumu, thinking he had been bitten, cried to high heaven. Miya Osamu chased the puppy away, called the owner, but couldn’t help but wail when he saw his twin brother’s miserable appearance.

The dog owner had no choice but to carry them home, one in each hand, like puppies.

Mrs. Miyagi thanked the owner repeatedly, then turned around to comfort her two children. The little boots were made by Grandma Miyagi, thick and beautiful. The puppy only left a shallow bite mark on the surface. She told them the truth, but Miya Atsumu didn’t believe her, insisting that the puppy had bitten off his foot and he was too hurt to move. Miya Osamu cried beside him, asking if Atsumu would become a disabled person who couldn’t use his limbs.

As he spoke, he even had a hint of desire: “Does that mean my roller skates and toy car will be mine?”

Miya Atsumu was furious, immediately jumping up from the ground, kicking his feet and legs, looking perfectly healthy. Before he even wiped away his tears, he shouted, “You really want my toys!”

He hadn’t learned many katakana in kindergarten, but he did remember idioms from when his father read the newspaper, and he was lucky to get two words right. Before Mrs. Miyagi could relax, the two brothers were already playing “eagle catches chicks” beside her for the ownership of the toys.

These chaotic days of turmoil really exhausted the adults. The two brothers became kingpins in the nearby neighborhood, happy and smug. When they came home, they would revert to their true selves, arguing and grabbing things from each other. Today, Miya Osamu peeked at Miya Atsumu’s comic book, and tomorrow, Miya Atsumu pretended to be Miya Osamu and secretly ate the double portion of cookies that their mother had prepared. Everyone had a reason.

As a result, neither could out-argue the other. No one knew who started it, new grudges and old hatreds piled up. Sleeping in the same room, they were no longer brothers, but more like enemies, loathing each other and instantly starting to fight. Mr. Miyagi heard the commotion and ran up the stairs, finally putting an end to the internal strife.

When it was time to scold them, Mrs. Miyagi asked, “Atsumu, do you know what you did wrong?”

Miya Atsumu stubbornly said, “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why did Osamu dirty the cover of my comic book?” As he spoke, he became even more aggrieved. He didn’t cry, but he pouted and glared fiercely at his brother, who was kneeling beside him.

Mrs. Miyagi had no choice but to ask Osamu, “Osamu, why didn’t you cherish Atsumu’s comic book?”

Osamu was more composed than Atsumu, but only relatively. At least he would answer his mother’s question properly: “Atsumu tore my book and secretly threw it away.”

Atsumu immediately said, “I didn’t!” Osamu glared at him and said, “You’re lying!” Mrs. Miyagi immediately scolded him, “Don’t use bad language!” Osamu ignored her and shouted angrily, “You’re a liar, you dog!” Atsumu refused to be outdone and also shouted, “Pig-samu!” No one knew where they had learned so many vulgar words. They only knew that the meaning was bad, so they threw them out in a frenzy to insult each other.

Well, it was another messy situation, so they had to let the two brothers reflect separately. But the two of them changed their moods quickly, and in a few days, they inexplicably reconciled and went out together to be annoying again.

To expend the two children’s energy, the Miyagi family simply sent the brothers to various extracurricular classes.

First, they hopefully chose courses that could calm their minds: drawing, violin, and finally even added ballet. From the beginning, the two brothers showed their rejection. They used paint as projectiles, covering themselves, the violin strings were broken and the class ended without a conclusion, and they simply skipped ballet. When they were found, they were fishing in a river a few miles from home, covered in mud. The two of them couldn’t have been further from ballet’s elegance.

Since methods to cultivate their temperament didn’t work, they simply fought fire with fire. Badminton, soccer, tennis, swimming, they tried everything thoroughly. Osamu liked some, but Atsumu didn’t. Atsumu liked some, but Osamu wasn’t interested.

Finally, without much hope, they sent them to a volleyball club near their home, but they struck gold. The family found that the few days after the trial class were the most peaceful days the brothers had ever had.

“Then go play volleyball.” Mr. Miyagi made the final decision.

From then on, the Miya brothers began to report to the club, wishing they could live in the volleyball gym seven days a week. Sometimes they couldn’t be found, and Mrs. Miyagi had to personally catch them and drag them home to eat.

Recently, as New Year approached, the club was also on vacation, and no matter how long the brothers looked forward to it, the door was mercilessly locked, so they had to stay home.

And from early in the morning, their room had been making a loud ruckus.

Atsumu woke up early. When he got up, Osamu was still fast asleep on the lower bunk. He tiptoed down and tried to draw a few little pigs on his brother’s face with a pen. Just as he opened the pen cap, Osamu woke up: “What are you trying to do?” He was nasal, didn’t see the pen Atsumu was holding, but instinctively sensed his twin brother’s ill intentions.

Atsumu casually put the pen away: “Nothing, I wanted to wake you up.” He unconsciously widened his eyes when he lied, and Osamu had the same habit.

Osamu didn’t bother to pay attention to him, and pushed him away to go wash up. Atsumu refused to be outdone and insisted on squeezing into the bathroom with him:

“I woke up early today!” He emphasized while scrambling to squeeze the toothpaste.

Osamu pushed him to the side, “Don’t take up the space. Besides, this is the only time you’ve woken up early!”

In the chaos, no one knew who stepped on whose foot. There was so much space next to them, but they both had to squeeze in front of the mirror, arguing and refusing to back down. Their mother scolded them after they yelled too loudly, and then they obediently brushed their teeth and washed their faces. After washing up, they went back to their room to change. Osamu was the first to get dressed. He smelled the aroma of the sandwiches his mother had made and couldn’t wait to run downstairs.

Atsumu didn’t appear until Osamu had eaten half of his sandwich, but he was wearing Osamu’s jacket: “Don’t you have your own clothes!” Osamu immediately shouted at him. Atsumu was unmoved and argued, “My clothes are dirty.” He was righteous, “Let me wear it for a day, Samu.”

Osamu glared at him and simply snatched the pudding that was on Atsumu’s plate with quick eyes and hands. Seeing this, the latter shouted and rushed over, but Mrs. Miyagi, who couldn’t bear it any longer, knocked him on the forehead before he calmed down. The dispute was forced to disappear under her threatening gaze.

After Mrs. Miyagi supervised the two brothers to finish breakfast, she had to busy herself with cleaning. So, she drove the two annoying sons into their own room, ordering them not to shout. Otherwise, she would confiscate their snacks before going downstairs.

Osamu flipped through a comic book, and Atsumu insisted on squeezing over to read it with him. This person just couldn’t stop commenting while reading the comic book: “How lame.” He commented on the comic book’s protagonist, “Why is he crying after being defeated once?”

Osamu was annoyed with him. Although he also thought the comic book’s protagonist wasn’t cool enough, he would never admit that he had the same thoughts as Atsumu: “It’s none of your business.” He said, “Shut your dog mouth, don’t talk.”

“You clearly think so too.” But no matter how he pretended to say the opposite, Atsumu would find out. Atsumu stuck his tongue out at him, not angry, but smugly urging him to turn the page.

Osamu held back his anger, ignored Atsumu’s shouting beside him, and turned the pages quickly: “Why are you turning so fast? You can’t even see clearly.”

He replied, “I’ve already finished reading it, Atsumu the idiot.”

Atsumu then asked, “When did you finish reading it?”

“When you were playing volleyball.”

Atsumu said “Oh” and righteously demanded, “Then let me read it.”

“No. Go buy your own.”

It was another argument. But both of them were afraid that their mother would rush up and get angry, so they made little noise. In the end, they both ran out of energy, so they got up from the ground. Osamu flipped open the comic book again, and Atsumu leaned over to complain beside him again.

When Mrs. Miyagi came up to call them for lunch, she was obviously very satisfied with the two of them being so peaceful. After lunch, to reward them for giving her a pleasant morning, she gave them each some paper money and told them to go buy what they wanted.

The two Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu only went to the shopping street together before deciding to go their separate ways: Osamu was greedy for the hot snacks at the food store and wanted to continue walking to the end of the street, but Atsumu stopped in front of the sports goods store and refused to continue forward. Neither was willing to accommodate the other, so they separated without hesitation.

The Miya family always prepared things in duplicate for these twins. From childhood to adulthood, from toys to daily necessities, it was no exception after they fell in love with volleyball — the white, blue, and yellow volleyballs under the MIKASA banner, exactly the same for the two of them, which also avoided them from arguing about this again.

Osamu felt that it was easy to use, but Atsumu was greedy to know what the other brands of volleyballs felt like to the touch. At this time, he rushed into the sports goods store with the pocket money he had received.

The people on the shopping street all knew these twins who lived nearby, and the owner of the sports goods store was no exception. The owner was originally watching the game on TV idly. When he saw Atsumu alone, he was a little surprised: “Isn’t Osamu here?” He tried to look behind him. They always acted together.

“He went to buy food.” Atsumu didn’t care at all. He perfunctorily said and couldn’t wait to ask the owner, “Is that Molten volleyball I saw before still there?”

So this was still premeditated. The owner laughed: “Have you saved enough money?”

Mrs. Miyagi felt that the newly bought volleyball could be used for a long time, and the two brothers always removed roof tiles every three days, always making people angry. She had previously rejected his request to buy another volleyball. Atsumu had no choice but to save money secretly. He didn’t even go to buy the manga he had been following, only managed to get Osamu’s, just so that he could welcome Molten home today.

Adding the pocket money Mrs. Miyagi sent before coming, it was just enough to buy it: “I’ve saved enough.”

The owner went to the warehouse behind to find what he wanted. Atsumu obedientlylieed on the counter to watch the game on TV. The owner preferred all kinds of ball sports. At this time, the TV was playing a men’s singles tennis match. He looked at it twice and lost interest, thinking that the owner uncle was too slow.

Just at this moment, the door was opened, it was Osamu: “What are you doing here?” He was holding a string of steaming thick fish skewers, chewing something in his mouth, and slowly walked over.

Atsumu turned his head, “You went to buy this?”

Osamu’s way of eating made people couldn’t help but want to taste it. His stomach felt empty, and saliva was secreted. He remembered the milk pudding that his brother had snatched away in the morning.

“And takoyaki.” Osamu didn’t know what Atsumu was thinking, but honestly answered.

Atsumu knew that his brother wouldn’t give him the food at his mouth. Holding the thick fish skewers now was only because that thing was too hot, and he hadn’t finished eating it in his mouth, which gave him a chance to take advantage of it.

Osamu was still approaching. He also looked up at the TV, “What exactly are you here for?”

Atsumu didn’t answer. He just wanted to eat the thick fish skewers in Osamu’s hand now. So he suddenly reached out and grabbed the bamboo skewer and the food on it, and immediately ran outside. Osamu didn’t notice for a while, and was actually succeeded by him: “What are you doing!”

He was a step slower to chase after him, and was blocked by the glass door, and because he had just eaten something, his stomach was heavy with a burst of hidden pain, and he couldn’t catch up anyway. Osamu was furious, “Atsumu the dog! You stupid pig! Those are my thick fish skewers!”

Atsumu ran very fast, “Whoever gets it first is whoever’s!” He didn’t care about the heat, and quickly stuffed the food into his mouth and chewed it fiercely.

Osamu followed closely, “Didn’t Mom also give you money when you came out?! Did your dog mouth eat them all?!”

Atsumu listened without pain or itch, and replied vaguely: “I took it to buy a new volleyball —”

Before he could finish speaking, he didn’t notice that he had stepped on a piece of broken ice, as if he couldn’t stand his publicity and wanted to teach him a lesson. He was fast, this slip directly lost his balance, shook his head and fell down.

Atsumu quickly bit the last bite into his mouth, threw the bamboo skewer, “Bang!” Finally fell.

He still wanted to get up and continue running, but Osamu finally arrived, and kicked him back up with one kick. While cursing “Fall and eat shit!”, he raised his fist.

His face was pressed on the snow, and he could only tilt his head so that his nose and mouth would not hit the ground. His vision sank with it, and he saw a car slowly driving by on the car lane next to him.

Fortunately, the other party didn’t drive too fast, otherwise he would definitely eat a mouthful of exhaust gas. He thought.

He quickly struggled to get up, “I’ve already finished eating!” He had to continue to add fuel to the fire of his brother’s anger, “You’re too slow, Pig-samu!”

Osamu was furious and gave him a few more kicks. The Kansai dialect also changed its tone in annoyance, and all kinds of swear words were put on him. Atsumu refused to be outdone, even if he was beaten a few punches, he had to continue to piss people off, as if the person he was facing was not a brother but an enemy. Both of them were really angry, and in the end they couldn’t even remember why they were arguing in the first place, and they were trying their best to make each other look good.

Rolling from the sidewalk to the snow, and then wrestling and falling in front of other people’s shops, hitting the roller shutter door, with a muffled sound. The cold snow was all over them, and it also numbed their pain nerves. They couldn’t even feel the blood from their beaten cheeks. Until the owner of the sports goods store in the distance couldn’t find anyone and chased after them, he found Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu, who were fighting to the death in the snow.

The owner hurriedly pulled the two apart, pressing one with one hand, dumbfounded. He was beaten a few punches by the two indiscriminately, but unfortunately it didn’t hurt because of his muscles. “What’s going on?” he asked, but no one answered. The two brothers were panting and still threatening each other without mercy.

In the end, he had to take them back to the store, slightly treat the two people’s wounds. Atsumu was obviously more miserable, but he looked smug. The owner held down the restless Osamu and threatened Atsumu, “If you make trouble again, I won’t sell you a volleyball.” HeStand up face, his expression unkind.

Only then did he become honest.

The people who lived nearby were already familiar with these two troublemaking children, and they had helped pull countless fights. They were no longer surprised by the brothers’ discord. The owner probably applied medicine to the wounds on their bodies, handed the packed things to Atsumu, and waved his hand to drive them all out.

They returned home silently all the way. As expected, Mrs. Miyagi scolded them bloody: “They were fine when they went out!” SheForkedher waist and said angrily, “WhoProvoke troubleed this time?”

Osamu immediately said: “It was Atsumu who snatched my thick fish skewers first!”

Mrs. Miyagi then looked at Atsumu: “Is that so?”

Atsumu had tape on his face and refused to speak anyway. Mrs. Miyagi immediately knew that what Osamu said was true, “You have no pocket money for a month.” She announced coldly. Atsumu wanted to quibble, but was frightened by her angry voice and closed his mouth.

“Now go get the shovel and shovel the snow on the street next to you —” Before Osamu could laugh, “And you! Osamu!” She turned to glare at the other son, “You have to go too!” Mrs. Miyagi was terribly scary when she was angry. Neither of them dared to say anything, shrinking their necks in front of her like quail.