Chapter 1 : Our mothers are crazy!

The years passed and Furuichi quickly reached the age of 3.

At that age, the other children were playing and crying every day, but he was different, very different from the other children, which worried his parents.

To the point where his parents took him to several doctors and psychologists who diagnosed no illness, which greatly reassured them.

For Furuichi had a characteristic that made his parents speechless.

He was lazy, extremely lazy.

In his previous life, he was known as an extremely fearsome and feared Yakuza, but still with a great flaw.

He is extremely lazy, hence his nickname "Hojo" lazy!

Today was a beautiful sunny day, a perfect day for a walk, for falling in love.

A perfect day to start a fourth nap.

Thought Furuichi as she closed her eyes with a smile, but suddenly a hand shook him violently and woke him up.

"What's the matter, Mom?"

Furuichi opened up and saw his mother's smiling face as she held children's clothes in her arms.

"Takayuki get up, today we'll go to the park so you can meet new friends."

"I refuse."

He yawned before falling back to sleep again immediately.

*snif**snif*

"My child will be an asocial, rejected by everybody....."

"An outcast of society, who will end up Yakuza, homeless or even worse boy band singer!"

"I failed! As a mother I am useless!"

√(T¤T)✓

Hearing his mother's crying, he opened his eyes feeling a slight guilt, seeing her cry even harder, finally he could only give in, abandoning the idea of his nap.

"Okay, Mom, let's go if it makes you happy."

"Good, here are your clothes, get dressed quickly and I'll wait for you downstairs."

His mother's expression became instantly radiant and all her tears magically disappeared.

Seeing this, Furuichi face became ugly.

"I've been ripped off!"

"I refuse to let this happen."

Furuichi closed his eyes wanting to start his nap when he heard a voice coming from below.

"If you don't hurry up, I promise you a spanking like never before."

He opened his eyes in terror and hurried to get dressed, he understood for the first time in his new life the terror of a mother.

What motherly love?

What maternal instincts?

What happened to mother-child trust?

"Son, you're too young to resist your mother."

His father, who was passing in the bedroom corridor, looked at him shaking his head like a soldier who had lived through countless battles before continuing on his way to the sacred place, the only place where a man can have freedom in a marriage.

The toilet!

. . . . . . .

After leaving the house.

They walked together to a local park.

Upon arrival, Furuichi was dropped by his mother in a sandbox, then she told him with a scary smile and said in a sadako voice.

"Make friends again, son."

Scared Furuichi nodded vigorously and then rolled around in the sandbox for several minutes pretending to have fun.

Tired, he turned around and when he saw his mother talking to the other mothers, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Like Vinci or piccaso, he carved a pillow out of sand at a prodigious speed.

He ignored the other children who all looked at him with eyes shining with curiosity, before laying his head on his sand pillow.

"Life is beautiful."

He murmured with a smile admiring the beautiful blue sky before falling asleep calmly on the sand.

But while he was immersed in a sweet dream, he suddenly woke up with a cough.

"*cough* cough*, Who dared to disturb me!!!"

Cleaning the sand from his eyes with fury, his gaze turned to a brat about 3 years old, who looked at him with an indifferent expression, then threw sand in his face again.

"Cough* *cough* Little bastard! Just because you're a child doesn't mean I'll feel sorry for you."

Furuichi, whose eyes had turned red with anger, walked towards the child and hit him with all his might, but the child suddenly dodged Furuichi's blow and fought back inmediatly.

The two withdrew and looked at each other scornfully, and then an incredible exchange of blows took place.

It was an incredible fight worthy of Mohamed Ali against Mike Tyson.

Their fists broke space, time itself was bent!

The fists of the immortal emperor!

The 500 Yin-Yang Phoenix!

The thousand fists of the angry Buddha!

The ultimate galactic technique of the Yuang cult, it was incredible!

The nine supreme seals of the ethereal Dao Death Sky.

The earth shattered, the sky wept, the gods trembled in terror!

But all this happened only in their imagination, for us spectator o saw only two kids rolling around in a sandbox.

"Tatsumi!"

"Takayuki!"

Their two mothers quickly separated them and after a good spanking, they quickly calmed their fighting spirit.

"Sorry, it's my son's fault."

"No, it's my son's fault."

"Mine can't make friends, every time he goes out, he hits the other kids."

"Even getting mine out of bed is a constant challenge."

"My son is a real antisocial person."

They said at the same time with a sigh.

Surprised, their eyes met like two predestined souls, each understanding the difficulties of having strange children.

They held hands with tears of joy in their eyes.

"Could it be possible?"

"We are..."

"We are destined."

(T♡T)><(T♡T)

Seeing this, the two children looked at each other and nodded their heads together as if to tell each other.

Our mothers are crazy!