Where does human ability end, really..?
When you see someone like a sushi master, even though they just roughly grab some rice,
the number of grains of rice is almost the same..
And when you see someone who has been kneading dumplings for a long time, even if they just roughly grab the flour dough with their hands,
the weight is almost the same..
I think this is because after repeating the same thing for a long time,
the finger muscles remember how to do it.
I don't do that well now, but..
I used to spit saliva very well..
I already mastered spitting between my teeth in elementary school.
After that..
When I saw players in the major leagues spitting,
I analyzed it in slow motion and realized they weren't spitting between their teeth,
but were using the pressure in their mouths to spit out with their lips.
So I practiced..
At first, I spat between my teeth, but the pressure was weak and saliva dribbled down my chin, but
I, who was born with natural athletic nerves,
became able to spit accurately in no time.
In high school..and early college..
There were some girls I met with a few guys..
We used to meet up, drink, and have fun.
At that time, Nobada Yakiniku was popular.
Unlike now, when smoking is frowned upon, we could smoke while drinking.
We men usually sat together,
and the women sat across from us..
As we drank and smoked..
Nicotine makes you salivate a bit.
When I tried to spit,
the ashtray was quite far away from us men,
but there was one closer to the women.
So..
Without thinking much, I spat like a water gun fish..
and it went straight into the ashtray without even a millimeter of error.
Of course, if I wasn't confident, I wouldn't have spit across the table at the women.
I was that confident.
The problem afterwards..
The women who usually harbored ill will towards me..
To be honest, they should have cursed when someone spat in their direction.
But these women..
Maybe because I was so handsome, they wanted to get hit by my spit even if it missed.
Wow..amazing..
Do it again.. they said,
and they were beyond excited.
They liked it so much that..
I spat a few more times.
Thinking about it now, there seem to be a lot of gold-diggers in the world..
They're probably all mothers by now.
And they themselves..
Are they not cursing their sons for spitting?
