"Only one student. The others I can get along with. I tried telling my teach, but even she wouldn't help me!" Kwes sighed. 

"Mom told me she might sue the district for neglect. Wonder how that's gonna work? Kinda curious about it. Kinda wanna attend the court day with her."

"Sue? Do I keep some of the money?" Kwesi asked. 

"Knowing her, likely." Yo stopped to tie his blue shoes. "Wanna learn how to fight your bully?"

"Yeah. I wanna take Dad's advice. Telling the teacher doesn't help. I have no choice."

They arrived at the park.  Yoshida showed him the jab. "A jab punch can rock your foe's organs. The jab is more effective than haymakers."

Kwesi extended his arm for a jab. "Aaaaye."

"Now, you're learning! Let's do a roundhouse." Yoshida threw a roundhouse kick at a tree. Kwesi followed suit. Yoshida then showed him how to do a front kick. "Any questions?"

"Yes. Do I get to learn grappling?"

"We'll work on that," Yoshida replied. "I'm taking a break. Now, go play with the other kids on the playground while I call my friends on Messenger for a bit."

Kwesi waltzed over to the large, wooden, rugged playground. A Japanese kid stopped him and said in Japanese, "You're not allowed here, kurombo. This playground is for purely Japanese people only."

Kwesi retorted, "Lemme in or I'm gonna put you down! And what's your name anyway?""

"Nope," he replied. "And it's Tadashi."

With no haste, Kwesi jabbed Tadashi between his eyes! He then threw a roundhouse kick to his ribs! "My name's Kwesi! Anyone else?"

The other Japanese kids moved out the way, fearing the fact that they might get pummeled as well. 

"So, May slept on me last night," Yoshida said to Benton and Kyushi. "We were watching a Naruto movie and eating butter crunch candy."

Benton groaned, "I wish I had a girlfriend; however, I only want a black one." His tone changed. "I'm more comfortable dating my own race."

Kyushi chimed in, "I see. I don't want a girlfriend or a boyfriend. As of right now, I just want a whole pizza. Is squid a good topping?"

"Never had squid," the black teen replied. "I had prawns, fish, and octopus."

Kwesi ran to Yoshida. "I held my own against some guy named Tadashi! He wouldn't let me get on the playground, so I smacked him up."

"I'm proud of you." His older brother looked up from his phone. "Wanna go get some McDonald's after I make this call?"

"Yeah! I want a 6-piece nuggets and fries." Kwes jumped up with glee at the question; he then stopped. "Maybe a watermelon fizz..."

"We can get some ice cream after. I know a good ice cream shop." Yo' turned to his phone. "I'll speak to you guys later." He hung up.

....................................

Yoshida and Kwesi finally found a McDonald's. "I want a Quarter Pounder (just cheese), a 20-pc McNugget box, some buffalo sauce, and a large watermelon fizz without ice please? I also want a McNugget Happy Meal with watermelon fizz."

"Alright. Here's your price," Donald (the cashier) said. "10.62 yen."

Yoshida handed him the money. He went to go sit at a table with Kwesi. Kwesi said, "I should fight more often; it feels good to smash other people."

"You're supposed to use that for self-defence, not for bee-bopping all over Sapporo." Yoshida called Benton. "I'm back."

Benton replied, "So, your brother held his own against a racist? I dealt with racism my first time here in Japan. Luckily, there was a teacher who helped me deal with it; his name was Mr. Kurosama. He's dead now; he died of diabetic shock."

"I see. So, what are you gonna do after high school?" Yoshida asked his African-American amigo. "I wanna be a freelance handyman and MMA fighter."

"I want to be a boxer," Benton said back. "Or maybe a footballer... My father wants me to join the armed forces, but I don't want to."

Yoshida went to retrieve the food he ordered. "I'll be back, Kwes. I gotta go get our food." He still has his phone in hand; he went back to talking to Benton. "I found a promotion I could fight in, called Rizin. My mom wants me to be a doctor or lawyer or stuff like that."

"Your mom must be scared for you. Death can happen in the MMA ring," Ben pointed out. "You should be extra careful, and you might need a life insurance plan."

"My mom said she could help me out with that." Yo set the food down and handed Kwesi his Happy Meal and BBQ sauce. He started eating his plain Quarter Pounder. 

"My dad put me on a life insurance plan," Benton said. "I have Burger King; I have a Whopper with extra mayonnaise, fries, and a Sprite. What are you eating?"

"McDonald's. The ice cream machine doesn't work here though, so I'm taking Kwesi to an ice cream shop after this." He took another bite of his Quarter Pounder. 

"Yoshida?" Kwesi interrupted. "I wanna be an MMA fighter now."

"Thought you wanted to be a footballer," Yoshida pointed out. "Ah, well. Make sure you're doing it for the sport of it. You might be a champ one day."

Benton said, "I'll speak to you later, Yo. I gotta help my mom put up the groceries. Bye."

"Bye." Yoshida hung up. "I gotta teach you more moves, Kwesi. I only taught you 3 types of fighting skills. You gotta learn how to grapple as well. Also, elbow strikes, submissions, and knee strikes are a must in mixed martial arts." He started eating his chicken nuggets. 

Kwesi was in awe. "Teach me," he whispered. 

"I'll do so at one point. Not today though. I gotta help Mom with dinner; we're having meat pies." He dipped a Chicken McNugget in buffalo sauce.

"Meat pies are good." Kwesi ate a handful of his fries. "I wish I could cook."

Yoshida sipped his watermelon fizz without ice. "I go back to work tomorrow. I gotta buy me a car. But first, I gotta get a driver's license."

"I wanna drive," Kwesi replied whilst eating the last of his kid's meal. "But why do you have to take a test?"

"It's to see if I'm a good driver or not. It's been that way since the dawn of driving. Society doesn't let just anyone drive; otherwise, we'd have idiots on the road wrecking everyone. Now, let's go get you that ice cream."

Yoshida and Kwesi were walking on the sidewalk to the same ice cream shop he went to last night. "What kind do you want, Kwes?"

"Vanilla with chocolate syrup," he answered.

"One butter crunch and one vanilla with chocolate syrup," Yoshida requested. 

Milton replied, "Coming right up. Cup or cone?"

"Cone," the brother duo both said.

Milton made both orders. "So, how was the dance? I wanted to ask you that, but you left. Did I miss anything?"

"I fought 3 guys and won. You know a Daizo Della Maddelena?" he asked.

"Yeah. He's a bully. I'm glad you smacked him up. One time, he got rude with me because I was out of strawberry ice cream. I normally don't go to the school dances, but I am gonna try to go to the Christmas ball." Milton started wiping the counter. 

"How come I never see your dad?" Yoshida asked.

"He comes to check out the place from time to time. He has a second job doing work at the airport." Milton sat down on a stool. 

Yoshida said, "Interesting. My dad works at a gym as a manager; he wants to retire at one point. Also, you should join our friend group."

"I'll join; I had friends before, but they stabbed me in the back, figuratively speaking. You guys are decent people. I'm gonna fix me a cone." Milton took a cone and put some raspberry ice cream in it. "He lets me have ice cream but in moderation."

"That's cool. I have a 50% discount on anything at Walmart; I work there." Yoshida ate the last of his ice cream. He paused to add Milt on Facebook. "I'll speak to you later. Thanks for the free ice cream from last night."

"Okay, have a good day," Zheng replied as he saw him and Kwesi walk out.