Chapter 101: Mother and Father Usagiyama

Blake looked strangely at the scene before him. He needed to at least attract the men from the thing in front of her and get them away from Rumi, but the sight was so funny and awkward that he couldn't do it.

What was in front of him?

A rabbit ball.

Yes, a rabbit ball. After Rumi kicked the door angrily and announced that she was coming, various men and women came from around and jumped on her. One, two, three, and finally a ball of rabbits had appeared, consisting of a bunch of human rabbits with Rumi at the bottom.

Each had snow-white ears and tails and chocolate-colored skin. Some, like Blake, had white skin, but they also had a parched tone from working in the sun.

With so many bunny people stacked on top of each other, a large and growing ball of rabbits had formed, with people joining in every second.

"Who are you calling a bastard, huh? You're so arrogant because you've gotten a little stronger. I think you forgot that I beat ya?

''Beat'me? Frick off! You were running crying to your mother when I beat you.''

"T-Then... my foot was stuck on the ground. Yes, it did. Besides, I didn't cry, my eyes watered from the dust that got into my eyes between our fights."

''Lie~~ (X25)''

''You!! Be my side!"

A man who quarreled with Rumi suffered a major defeat thanks to the joint conversation between Rumi and the other youths. The group had stabbed him in the back so abruptly that he didn't even have a shoulder to cry on.

Rumi was smiling from ear to ear throughout the entire conversation. The number of people who had risen above her was increasing, but she did not care about it with her power. She talked to family members she hadn't seen in years.

"Wow~~, Rumi-Aneue (Like Onee-san) your muscles have gotten harder. With these, you can knock out Old Uncle with one punch."

"Of course, I'll make sure to retire the old fart."

"Rumi-Aneue, be nice to him. He's getting older. Let me tell you a secret. I've heard him talk about bone pains lately, and I think he'll show signs of Alzheimer's soon."

One girl, clasping Rumi's arms with her calloused hands, spoke in a low tone after looking around to make sure that person was not nearby.

"Who has Alzheimer's!?" A muffled roar was heard. The girl who had just spoken trembled with fear as the sound reached the ears of those in the bunny ball. She snuggled deeper into Rumi's arms and shrunk her body, trying to disappear from view.

Rumi chuckled, put her arm around her back, and brought her closer to her. The people above them helped to hide the girl by changing their places.

Blake turned his gaze to the newcomer. Contrary to the roar, the newcomer had a smile on his face, it was clear that he was not angry at the words just before. Beneath his short-sleeved outfit, he had log-like arms with exposed veins. His All Might-like figure was adorned with a chocolate color like Rumi's.

He had a small cut on his right rabbit ear. It was like a birthmark instead of being made by someone. The shorts he wore came to his knees, unable to hide his two-arm-sized legs.

"Oh, he…" Blake knew this man. This man was quite famous. He also had a great reputation in the world and was known to most people. The reason he was not recognized in Japan was that this man was famous in Poland.

His hero's name was Mocny Królik, which means Strong Rabbit.

The man came before Blake. Sunlight was blocked by his large body, and Blake was left in the darkness of the man's large shadow. Blake could have been described as tall at 1.90 meters, but this man eclipsed him at 2.10 meters.

Blake scraped his foot on the ground and turned his body in the man's direction. He lifted his head and looked into the man's eyes. Time seemed to stand still as the small and large figures stared at each other. The people above Rumi and Rumi, as well as the people gathering gradually, were all looking at the couple.

Rabbit people's eyes blinked, some rubbed their eyes with their hands. For a moment they saw that Blake, who was small in stature, was not at all smaller than Old Uncle, but much larger than him. He might be looking down on him, but he was looking down at him with great arrogance.

"Haha… What a good boy." Old Uncle raised his big hand and slapped Blake on the shoulder. He smiled appreciatively amid the audible pounding.

The others couldn't see it, but just now, he had spread a pressure, but the other side was not afraid at all. He might seem small, but in that little encounter, he was able to realize that the boy before him was as strong as Rumi.

How could he not be happy to see Rumi, whom he raised during her childhood and regarded as her daughter, brought home such a man? The little bunny she needed to protect had found a suitable male. The number of people to worry about had decreased by one.

And now Blake hadn't moved an inch when he hit him. His act was unconscious and he was about to apologize when he realized what he had done, but the other party continued to look at him with a relaxed expression instead of a grimace.

"So good, so good." He rubbed his chest with his big hand. The more he looked at Blake, the more he loved him.

As descendants of a warrior tribe, the people of Usagiyama Town, at least, highly valued warrior strength. Power was not everything to them, but they believed that the one who guarded the home should be strong to protect their mate and baby.

It was both an ancestral habit and an instinct inherited from rabbit genes. Uncle Rabbit had initially thought that Rumi would be the stronghold in the house, but when he saw that Blake's small body was as strong as Rumi, he realized that the situation was different.

"Rumi Girl, aren't you going to visit your parents?"

''I will do. But they…" Rumi pursed her lips in annoyance. Her gaze fell on her relatives, who were staring at Blake with admiration.

"Hey, you little shits, let her go. If you don't, I'll teach you all a lesson." The man raised his voice slightly, jokingly. This had always frightened the youth and made them do what he wanted. He wouldn't usually do that, but this time he was an exception, worried that if he didn't, the youths would keep Rumi busy until the night.

This time, however, the youths did not behave as obediently as they normally do, but instead, a wicked smile appeared on each of their faces. Their eyes curled into two crescents.

In an instant, they turned to the old uncle, pointed their fingers at him, and started shouting.

"Old fart, you better not mess with us anymore. Aneue is back so strong. If you ever offend us, we can get her to beat you up."

"Yeah~~ If you piss us off, we'll tell Aneue to beat you up. With her honorable and lofty personality, she will not be able to ignore us and she will destroy you."

'TRUE. Don't mess with us anymore, you old fart. While you're getting started, you should clean my house too. I get a lot of scolding when my family comes to visit."

They each pointed to Rumi below them. Old Uncle might have been known in Poland, but he couldn't be compared to Rumi, who was in the top five in Japan.

They weren't being racist, but Poland couldn't be compared to Japan, which had revealed a figure like All Might. Especially strong enough to be in the top 3 in a place like this, Aneue should have made Old Uncle kiss the ground.

"Hoho, which Rumi are you talking about?" But contrary to what they thought, Old Uncle started walking towards them instead of being startled. In his exposed log-like muscles, worm-like veins were exposed. The shadow cast by his great figure fell upon them like nightfall.

''Ha!! Old fart, are you slowly going blind? Don't you see Aneue?"One of the girls' smiles faltered. Old Uncle's frightening figure and dark face frightened her. She extended her hand to Rumi's area to gain reassurance.

"Hooooooo!!!" All the color drained from her face, her face turned as white as a piece of white paper. A painful moan escaped her mouth. She looked at where Rumi was. There was no one there. She turned her head, and bone-cracking sounds came from her neck. She almost broke her neck, but she didn't care.

He wasn't there either.

The girl's bunny ears twitched. She turned her head sharply and looked towards where Blake and Rumi were slowly going away. Their backs were turned to them, their only ropes of escape were getting farther and farther away.

She wanted to shout, but the sound of a finger-snapping next to her cut her off. Rabbit people's faces grew pale. Their pupils were getting smaller, and their wry smiles were getting more and more crooked.

"Old fart don't touch us or you'll be in a lot of pain when the time comes-"

''Training time!!''

''AHHHHHH!!''

''HellPPPP MeEEEeEeEEeE!!''

''ANEUEEEEEEEE!!!''

Blake and Rumi ignored the desperate cries for help behind them. Rumi sighed a sigh of relief after meeting familiar family members for a long time. She raised her arms, squinted her eyes, and stretched. A sweet murmur escaped her lips, and when she finished stretching she folded her arms behind her head.

The salty ocean breezes were blowing the trees and making the leaves rustle. The salty scent combined with the woody scent gave off an unearthly scent. After walking for a while, the only thing the walker could hear, walking along the tree-lined path, was the sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore, the rustling of trees, and the sound of seagulls or animals.

Blak and Rumi did not speak. They unspokenly decided to savor this moment. Rumi surveyed the surroundings as she walked, holding Blake's hand amid the tacit silence.

The warmth she could feel from his hand was stifling the cold sea breeze and burning all of her skin. Bunny's ears twitched violently, her gaze fell on the forest on her left. Gentle sunlight pierced through the trees and fell in front of her, illuminating the fur of several animals with a golden light.

It was like a piece of image plucked from the painting.

After several long minutes of walking, the two arrived at a relatively isolated farm. It was called relatively because this house was not that far from other houses.

Rumi felt a tickle in her nose as she looked at the areas of her childhood. She turned her head to the side and rubbed under her nose, her right foot kicking the ground.

"Aiya, I didn't expect this to affect me this much." Rumi expected to be touched. After all, it had been a whole ten years since she left, but she had not thought that the 10-year separation would affect her so much. She might have cried if she didn't want to show weakness in front of Blake.

A hard, yet soft hand that shook her out of her thoughts, giving her an unparalleled sense of security, protection, and warmth, lifted her head and rested it on his shoulder. She heard Blake's attentive voice in her ears.

"The act of crying is not a weakness at necessary moments, but an implied representation of trust in the other person. If you ever want to cry, my shoulder is always ready for you and the girls." Blake's reassuring voice made her want to soften for a moment, but the next second she broke free from Blake's grasp and stepped forward.

"Today is a very important day for me. How can I cry?" She clasped her hands behind her back, jumping forward on tiptoe. She leaned forward and turned to Blake, her white hair flowing down her shoulder like a waterfall. Her smile overshadowed the illuminating sunlight.

She grabbed Blake's hand and dragged her to the farm.

"Olga, can you bring Red here? I need to do her vaccinations. It's getting cold and I don't want her to catch a cold."

'OK! I'm bringing her!!''

As the pair approached the farmhouse entrance, shouts greeted them. The first shouter was a soft voice, obviously a male, but the second voice overpowered him as soon as it heard. The voice belonged to a woman, but it was loud and deep enough to cause the birds in the trees to fly in panic. A few timbres resembled Rumi's.

What happened next was even more incredible. A chocolate-skinned woman dressed in navy blue strappy overalls was running around with a cow on her shoulder. She had a large body, but the cow on her shoulder was twice her size, yet she carried the cow on her shoulder as if it were nothing. The white sweater under the overalls was soiled, and her legs were covered with mud.

She had a large build compared to her female peers. Like Blake, she was 1.90, with arms and legs twice the size of a normal woman. Her body was big enough to be embraced by two women holding hands.

But that didn't mean she was fat. Rather, her arms were more muscular than most men's. Her legs were fully trained, as one would expect of a rabbit, and her six-pack abs were too obvious for her overalls to hide.

Her face was adorned with Rumi-like personalities. Especially the half-wild smile on one side of her lips, Blake's single glance was enough for him to realize that the woman's face looked like Rumi's.

Blake felt a stir beside him. He didn't need to look to know that Rumi was excited to see her mother. The corner of his lip curled upwards, he spoke as he slapped Rumi lightly on the hip.

''Go on. The longing goes away with your mother.''

Rumi shook her head. Her feet scratched the ground, she jumped up after giving strength to her legs. Fine cracks appeared in the ground, the earth lifted into the air and a large crater was formed.

The ears of the woman carrying the cow twitched. She turned her head. Her mouth opened in an "o" shape when she saw Rumi jumping on her. The cow on her shoulder started to slide down her arms, getting closer and closer to the ground with each passing second

Her expression grew brighter with each passing second, and she finally opened her arms wide with the sincere, comfortable, and warm smile a mother can have. When Rumi landed in her arms she gave her a bear hug.

Blake appeared next to Olga. The cow fell on his shoulder, he wrapped his arm around its waist and carried the cow inside for Olga. He left without a word to give the mother and daughter alone time, who had been apart for a long time.

His gesture was noticed by the two, but the long-separated mother and daughter were too absorbed in giving each other a bear hug, and they let Blake's gesture slip away.

In particular, Olga held her daughter in her arms, as if she wanted to express the excitement of reuniting with her daughter, whom she had not seen for 10 years as a mother. If she tried a little harder, she could disappear her in her arms.

The force Olga exerted on her arms was strong enough to cut even a bull in half, but Rumi had no problem with that. On the contrary, she was taking deep breaths as she rubbed her cheek against her mother's shoulder. Her face, leaning on her mother's shoulder, had turned into a blob.

The bunny ears of the mother and daughter also met each other like a duo, and their ends were touching.

Leaving the two alone, Blake had a field of carrots glowing a healthy green in front of him. Each stalk of carrot was blown by the salty winds, droplets of saltwater hanging over the earthy carrots.

Blake walked through the carrot stalks with the cow on his arm. The fingertips of his free hand touched the carrot stalks. His fingertips were tickling, his skin was wet. A gust of wind blew and a pleasant rustling sound filled his ears. His outfit swelled with the wind that got inside it, his hair fluttering uncontrollably as he continued walking.

For some reason, the cow on his shoulder was very quiet. It studied the surroundings as ıt continued to ruminate on the remaining straw in its mouth. Maybe ıt'd gotten used to it long ago, so ıt wasn't kicking the way a normal animal would, or trying to escape Blake's grasp.

Blake brought the cow to a barn. Someone was already in front of the barn, and Blake was quite surprised to see this person.

This man was dumping the bait on the ground. As the only man on this farm, his identity was clear, he was Rumi's father. But unlike the man with a strong personality Blake thought of, he had a slim body, more like a Japanese pop star than a warrior. [EN: This is not racism. Japanese people tend to be more slender than others, and the reason I named him a Japanese famous was because I wanted to indicate that his looks are as good as a Japanese star.]

His slender arms were shaped by the small muscles of years of farming, even if he didn't work on it. His physique didn't have the triangular figure and octagonal abs like Blake's, but he had a fit figure and tight skin.

His face didn't have the wrinkles or seriousness that a father of a child would have. On the contrary, he looked quite young. If he had to be compared to anything, it would be like Blake without muscles.

Unlike Rumi and Olga, his skin was not the color of chocolate. His tanned skin had shades of white as a result of working under the sun for a long time. Again, unlike the two women, he didn't have a wild expression or eyebrows waiting to be wild. He had a facial expression that could bend into a soft smile and a pleasant expression.

The only personal traits that resembled two women were bunny ears swelling from saltwater and a quivering fluffy tail.

Blake was surprised, but he didn't stop. He lifted the cow off his shoulder and lowered it to the ground. But instead of lowering it on all fours, he aligned its feet and laid the cow on its side.

There was a slight rustling. The man looked away from the grass and turned to Blake.

He saw Blake put his hand on the cow's stomach after he had lowered the cow to the ground. He rolled his half-open eyes and looked over Blake's shoulder. The two women in his life were busy giving each other a bear hugs and talking to each other.

He straightened his posture and stood up. He clasped his hands together and brushed off the bits of grass. He came over to Blake, bent his knees, and looked at the cow.

''Is there a problem?''

"Yeah, it's diarrhea." Blake nodded at the man. He placed his hand on its stomach. He felt a shudder under his hand, the brown-red fur cow's brows furrowed. A bitter "mooo" came out of its mouth.

The man frowned at Blake's words. He placed his hand next to Blake's. As he had said, its stomach was making an unsettling growl. It was possible to understand from the intensity of the grunts that it had diarrhea or that it had a cold in its stomach.

He put more pressure on his hand. The cow's shout got louder and louder. As an effect of pushing his hand, a brown semi-liquid odorous substance emerged from the cow's lower region.

"That's a problem." He bit his lower lip. It had been getting colder lately, and he had bought special grasses and even prepared a few vaccines so that Red wouldn't be affected, but it seemed like it was too late.

"It's okay to continue, but the water needs to be changed and the old grass it ate needs to be brought back. He also needs to eat hay." Blake patted the cow's belly to comfort it. The cow's breathing rate improved, its cries weakened by the implied confidence Blake had conveyed to it.

''I know. Dry herbs can be found here. Hay in the barn. I'll go and get the medicine." The man got up and headed for the warehouse.

After Blake had calmed the cow for the last time, he stood up. He came to the dry grass a few paces away, stuffed it in his arms, came in front of the cow, and laid it on the ground.

Father Usagiyama is back. He had a needle. He nodded to Blake, then pressed the syringe into the cow's stomach. Blake patted the cow's head. He took a handful of dry grass and brought it to the cow's mouth. The red-haired cow opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue, and took a mouthful of grass.

Baba Usagiyama took the opportunity to prick his skin with the needle. The cow started, kicking it with her hindfoot. Fortunately, the man was one step behind, so the kick went right in front of his chest. Blake stroked the animal's head and brought the dry grass up his nose.

''There, there. Calm down." Blake spoke in a soothing tone. It must have worked because the cow's kicks gradually slowed down and eventually stopped. Father Usagiyama quickly injected the drug and then removed the needle.

There was no noticeable change in Red. Normally, it would take at least a few hours for the drug to take effect. After Blake patted its head, and Father Usagiyama on her stomach last time, they straightened up.

'What's going on guys? Are we turning red into chops now?" Just as the duo was done, Rumi and Olga came. Rumi rubbed her hands and looked at Red with desire. Her gaze was as if she were staring at a piece of sizzling fried meat.

"Moooo…" Red must have understood her words, it began to struggle. İt rubbed its head on Blake's hand and let out a painful cry for help.