I teach kendo in Tokyo

On Monday, Kiryu and Ma went to Koshikawa Girl to pick up their sister as usual, but as soon as they saw the door of Koshikawa Girl, Chiyoko ran over.

"Brother! It's not good! Nanjo-san, she is said to be dropping out of school!"

Kazuma opened his mouth wide. Although he had a hunch that Nanjo had gone on a blind date or something if he didn't participate in the kendo club training last Friday, he didn't expect it to be so big.

While he was surprised, he heard a smacking sound coming from beside him.

Chairman: "Tsk."

Kazuma turned to look at the chairman of the committee. Under his gaze, the latter closed the shorthand book in his hand and took off his glasses.

In Kazuma's memory, this was the first time that the Chairman took off his glasses.

Jinguji Tamamo looked directly at Kiryu Kazuma and said softly: "Martial fortune is prosperous."

Kazuma frowned: "What?"

There was a sound of brakes coming from behind.

Looking back, I saw an ordinary-looking Honda family RV.

Suzuki Butler sat in the driver's seat, rolled down the window and shouted to Kazuma: "The situation is urgent, get in the car, and we will go to the dojo to discuss it in detail."

Kazuma: "Uh... isn't it?"

He already had a premonition of an emergency.

——No, you want me to clean up the Nanjo family this time? But I didn’t have a good mood this time...

Although he was complaining in his heart, Kazuma directly got into the passenger seat.

Chiyoko got into the back seat more swiftly than him, and then asked bluntly: "Is it about Nanjo-senpai?"

"Yes." The Suzuki steward didn't even wait for Kazuma to fasten his seat belt, then stepped on the accelerator and sped out.

A moment later, Kiryu Dojo.

Shigeru Ikeda, who had just finished his part-time job and came to the dojo for class, was standing at the door of the dojo eating steamed buns when he was sprayed with mud by a RV that suddenly braked and swerved.

The bun he took a bite from turned completely into a mud bun.

"Hey!" Although he was no longer bad, the anger of losing his dinner still made Shigeru Ikeda yell, "What the hell! Hey, Master? What's wrong?"

The group of people who got off the car had no time to pay attention to him and hurriedly entered the dojo.

Shigeru Ikeda looked at the bun in his hand, sighed and threw it to the stray dog ​​who was watching eagerly not far away, and chased everyone into the dojo.

**

In the dojo, Butler Suzuki explained the situation to Kazuma in a very concise but still able to fully grasp the situation.

Kazuma frowned: "So, she had to marry a bad guy and was deprived of the right to go to college? This Nanjo Hiro seems to have limited love for his granddaughter."

"That's absolutely not the case!" Steward Suzuki's voice rose an octave, "My master loves the eldest lady many, many times more than he does the rest of the family. But he can't just sit back and watch the Nanjo family be severely damaged."

Kazuma scratched his head.

At this time, Ikeda Shigeru asked Chiyoko in a low voice: "Sister, what is this, why don't I understand?"

"You will understand once you are admitted to Tokyo University." "Sister" Chiyoko said, "Shut up and sit up straight."

Shigeru Ikeda shut his mouth and sat upright, very obedient.

Kazuma finally looked away from Ikeda Shigeru and looked at Butler Suzuki.

"What do you mean by coming to me? Let me cut in and save people? Then you might as well do it yourself."

Just kidding, the old butler has level 67 karate, and He Ma doesn't think he can compare to the old butler in terms of personal combat power.

Butler Suzuki's face darkened: "That's the worst case scenario. The young lady now is very strong-willed. If Asakura Yasumi does something again at Matsuya's apology banquet later, she will probably bite her tongue and commit suicide. This is me judgment.

"So, if everything is irreversible, I will fight all the way in and send the lady out. In fact, I have already arranged the hiding place for the lady in the next five years. However, I don't want to take this step yet, and I can't If you keep an eye on the young lady throughout the apology banquet, tragedy may happen in an instant and you cannot stop it.”

Kazuma nodded seriously.

If he had just traveled through time, he would probably have thought, "What does this have to do with me?"

But it's different now.

Now he cannot turn a blind eye to his friend who is in crisis.

Moreover, he is Nanjo Honami's master.

Master, Master, once a teacher, always a father.

So there is nothing to hesitate about, this is what should be done and what must be done.

Not as a boyfriend, but as the master of the Kiryu Dojo and Nanjo Honami's master, he had something he had to do.

"Tell me, tell me what I can do." Kazuma asked in a deep voice, his voice was very calm, just like the day he raised the Tsuda-gumi.

**

Butler Suzuki stared at Kiryu Kazuma, and he felt a cold aura in this seventeen-year-old boy.

Sure enough, the one who can save the eldest lady is not the old guy Suzuki who has one foot in the grave, but the young man in front of him.

Butler Suzuki took a deep breath.

He said: "There is a dragon that is old, its claws have become dull, its scales have fallen off in various ways, and only one tooth is left. He is weak and entrenched in the cave. Although he can occasionally show his former power, But there is no doubt that his time has passed.

"The demons and monsters peek at the treasure he protects and covet his precious granddaughter. But he no longer has the energy to protect everything.

"Every day, every day, he lives in nostalgia for his past glory. Every day, every day, he wastes his last years."

Butler Suzuki stopped and looked at Kiryu Kazuma.

"The Hiro Nanjo I know will not kneel down to that kind of thing. The Hiro Nanjo I know has a lot of gold under his knees!

"Now he will be admired and praised by Senator Asakura, but back then he didn't even bother with these things. His enemies will never praise him, never, his enemies will only fear him!

"The dragon of the Nanjo family has grown old, but maybe, maybe someone can remind him of his youth."

**

Kiryu and Ma listened quietly to Mr. Suzuki's statement. He probably understood what Mr. Suzuki expected of him.

"I thought you would say that you want me to show my worth to Mr. Nanjo and make him believe that it's worth offending the congressman for me."

"Hmph, how could you offend a member of Congress for a poor dojo teacher, a seventeen-year-old boy with an uncertain future?" Mr. Suzuki asked, "No, no one with intelligence would do this. A political animal like Nanjo Masahito Even less will they.

“So the only chance of victory is to let Nanjo Hiro recall his past self.

"If even you...even you can't do this, then we can only implement the final plan. I promised the eldest lady that even if I risk my life, I will save her from a miserable marriage. Come out! So, please!”

Butler Suzuki put three fingers together and hit his head on the wooden floor of the dojo, making a loud sound.

Kiryu and Ma smacked their lips.

To be honest, he had no idea how to make Mr. Nanjo Hiro recall his past self.

But he didn't hesitate.

He decided to ignore old man Suzuki's mysterious statement and think about the problem from a more practical perspective.

——As long as Mr. Hiroshi Nanjo believes that investing in him, Kazuma Kiryu, the rate of return will be dozens or hundreds of times that of investing in that congressman’s son, that’s it!

As for how to make Mr. Nanjo believe this, hey, isn't it just bragging?

Kiryu and Ma Yisheng are senior business representatives of foreign trade companies, and they are best at bragging to foreigners about the products they represent.

Only this time, the product he was bragging about was himself.

Kazuma clapped his thighs and stood up: "Okay! Let's walk!"

Chiyoko immediately stood up and went to get the sword, but Kazuma stopped her: "No, there is no need for a sword tonight. A man who can kill the enemy in front of the battle with force, and a man who can fight with the scholars with words is a man."

Chiyoko looked at Kazuma: "Brother, you are good at Chinese again!"

He Ma pretended not to hear and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Suzuki opened the suitcase he had been carrying just now. "This is a suit. It is customized according to your figure. It will never look shabby in any occasion. I think..."

"I don't need it!" Kazuma refused, with a confident smile on his face, "Who do you think I am?

"I am also a dragon, and my dragon scales are the most magnificent costumes.

"Lead the way, old man."

Outside the dojo, the sound of rain pattered, and the lingering scent of white plum blossoms lingered.