The Accidental Black Belt

‘Oh? Is that so…’

I remained somewhat skeptical.

‘As someone who holds a black belt, could I truly be hit by a potted plant so easily?’

‘But… if my little sister said so… it probably wasn’t far from the truth, was it?’

‘After all, she was the little sister I trusted most.’

‘Though she could be arrogant, she was also incredibly gentle at heart…’

“Oh, right~”

My sister, standing before me, seemed to frown at my expression.

Completely devoid of any consideration for a patient, my little sister immediately hauled me out of bed.

The curtains swept open.

My little sister, her small hands usually pale but now even more so without foundation, pointed towards a spot downstairs.

“Look, that potted plant! That’s it!”

Indeed, a shattered potted plant lay on the ground. Beneath it, a chalk outline of a human figure had been drawn.

Several elderly men and women, along with neighbors who enjoyed evening chess, stood in a corner, whispering amongst themselves. They gazed at the ominous white human outline, shimmering under the yellow glow of the streetlights.

‘So that’s it. I truly had suffered an accident… a rather spectacular one.’

Snap!

My little sister closed the curtains.

“That’s the evidence.”

“…”

“Um, little sister, I have another question.”

Under the light, my little sister’s expression turned exceptionally impatient.

“Speak.”

“Why… do I feel a dull ache on the top of my head, and… in every sense, it feels as though I’ve been struck in seven or eight different places?”

The curtains swept open again.

“See here~”

“Do you see the bicycle to the left of that potted plant?”

“…Mm, I see it…”

My little sister’s eyes gleamed with an intensity that spoke of ‘sincerity’ and ‘fact,’ and even her previously somewhat absentminded tone suddenly became unequivocally certain.

“After you were struck by the potted plant, coincidentally, there was someone else’s warehouse right next to you.”

“Then, due to the momentum of losing consciousness, you slammed into the warehouse door. Subsequently, ‘just by chance,’ a neighbor, having just returned home from grocery shopping and parked their motorcycle, pushed the door open from the inside.”

“The warehouse door rebounded, striking your head. Struck and losing your balance, you were then ‘coincidentally’ hit by a passing bicycle.”

“And then, ‘just by chance,’ the impact from the bicycle caused you to crash headfirst into a roadside flowerbed…”

“Cough, cough… Ugh…”

My little sister took a sip of water.

“…However, the flowerbed was circular. At that moment, you regained some consciousness but lost your balance.”

“Then, ‘accidentally,’ you flailed around, pulling down a one-meter-high flowerpot. Your head then struck a curbstone on the ground.”

“Afterward, the flowerpot, ‘just so happened’ to lose its balance, fell on your head. Due to gravity, your head then slid down to the ground once more…”

“Finally, a passing child ‘accidentally’ stepped on you.”

“…Ugh, gulp… That’s what happened. Do you have any problems with that?”

“…”

‘Her tone, as precise and detailed as a B-movie review, was truly befitting of my little sister. But… what immense sin could I have committed to deserve such a spectacular tumble, punished by the great God Jesus?’

Downstairs, each piece of evidence lay scattered around the white human outline, as if constantly reminding me: “Yes! That’s right! These are the facts!”

“Um, no, that’s all.”

“Oh! Is that so? No problem then, right?! Go to sleep!”

“Goodbye!”

The door slammed shut.

‘Well, since I’m still alive… I suppose I’ll sleep.’

‘Today… had truly been a long day.’

****

After stepping out, Ye Qi’s entire face flushed as red as a tomato.

It was impossible to tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.

Thus, the reason Ye Qi had ‘never been impure’ all these years was not that she wasn’t impure, but rather… she simply ‘dared not’ be impure!

The moment she accidentally indulged in impurity… she would ultimately be the one to suffer.