Ichiro entered his house with a dirty-looking outfit. It was filled with dirt and leaves.
''That gorilla woman.'' Ichiro paled when he thought about her; he took his shoes off and entered the living room.
It was already 11.45 PM, her parents and Ayako were sleeping already.
He opened the refrigerator and saw a plate filled with food from dinner; he took it and put it on the microwave.
While his food was heating up, he thought about the ''training.''
Ichiro had another term that was more fitting, torture.
He touched the back of his head and felt his hair shortening by a great deal.
*Ding* *Ding*
The microwave ending sound came, which sounded like machine-gun fire at night.
Ichiro quickly opened the microwave before waking up the entire house, ''Why can't they make silent microwaves?'' He took the plate and sat down on the table.
He emptied the plate quickly and put it on the washing machine.
