I teach kendo in Tokyo

At this time, Kazuma suddenly thought of something and asked Chiyoko: "Where is Amao? Have you gone back?"

"No, he refused to leave after practicing Kongshu. I threw two texts for him to memorize." Chiyoko looked speechless.

Kazuma nodded, and then said to Nanjo and Butler Suzuki: "Come in and sit for a while and have a sip of tea."

Nanjo immediately responded happily: "Okay!"

It felt like she had been waiting for this sentence.

The group entered the house and arrived at the dojo, where they saw Ikeda Shigeru sitting in the corner holding a book and memorizing it.

As soon as Kazuma heard it, he recognized it as "Run Meles" by Osamu Dazai. It is one of the few works by Osamu Dazai that Kazuma can still appreciate.

Kazuma really couldn't appreciate Osamu Dazai's other works. After reading them, he had one thought: "Excuse me, farewell!"

Shigeru Ikeda heard the sound of someone coming in, looked up, and immediately stood up and saluted Kazuma: "Master! Thank you for your hard work! Senior sister!"

Kazuma: "Well, you've worked hard too. There's no need to bow, it's too much like the Kyokushin."

"Master, how many more have been killed tonight?" Ikeda Shigeru straightened up with an excited expression, "The Nanjo family has been destroyed, right? From now on, Nanjo-senior sister will become the master's wife, right?"

Kazuma couldn't laugh or cry: "Well, as for this, many things cannot be solved by brute force. Sometimes, the power of words is more powerful than pure violence."

"Yes! I remember it, but I don't understand it." Shigeru Ikeda looked naive, "Can words still have power?"

"How could it not be? Think back to the night I saved you and you will understand for yourself." Kazuma could only say this. As for whether this silly apprentice could become enlightened, he had no control over it.

Shigeru Ikeda looked confused, sat cross-legged and crossed his arms, and really started to think about it.

Hema pulled over his favorite cushion and sat down, relaxing completely.

In fact, he wanted to lie down, but he was too embarrassed to do so in front of Nanjo and Suzuki Butler. He just lies down when he gets home, looking too much like a decadent middle-aged social animal.

Chiyoko ran straight to make tea, while Nanjo sat down facing Kazuma. She suddenly remembered something and asked Kazuma: "Master, do you want to lie down and rest? Let me pick your ears? I am good at picking ears. Well, grandpa likes it very much."

Kazuma glanced at Nanjo's knees, and the subtext of picking his ears was a knee pillow - he couldn't pick his ears without a knee pillow.

To be honest, he really wanted to enjoy it.

But now Suzuki Butler's eyes were very sharp, so Kazuma decided to refuse after taking a look at Suzuki Butler's 67-level karate entry.

"Forget it today..."

"Kiryu-kun," Butler Suzuki interrupted Kazuma, "men sometimes have to face their own desires and live more truthfully."

——Hey, is that what you mean when you stare at me? Sorry I misunderstood!

Kazuma scratched his head: "Well, let's take the knees...I mean, pick out the ears."

Nanjo was overjoyed and sat directly next to Kazuma, and then straightened the kimono around his knees.

Kazuma lay on his side with his pillow on her knees.

As expected of the daughter of a big capitalist, the material of the kimono is really high-end, silky and soft, and slightly cold.

Butler Suzuki took out a small box and handed it to Nanjo.

She opened the box and took out the ear pick with the Nanjo Iashiro pattern carved in a hollow carving method, and happily started tinkering with Kazuma's ears.

Chiyoko came in with tea in hand and was stunned for a moment when she saw this posture: "Hey, brother, are you there..."

Kazuma: "Chiyoko, come and give it a try. It's really fun."

"You can tell this just by looking at your expression, brother. You looked disgusted when I helped you dig it out, but you still complained about me and said I was about to pierce your eardrum."

Chiyoko's words directly activated Kazuma's memory about these things, causing him to sweat on the back of his head. It seemed that the original owner had PTSD from Chiyoko's ear-picking technique.

He said: "No, you really almost penetrated my eardrum. You'd better learn more correct techniques from Nanjo-san, lest my brother-in-law and my nephew are both deaf..."

Nanjo laughed and joined in teasing Chiyoko: "Then it seems like I should teach Chiyoko a few tricks."

Chiyoko snorted, put down her tea cup and turned away, obviously a little bit angry.

Nanjo: "Ah, by the way, I will bring tea here tomorrow. What does Chiyoko like?"

"Eh? Can I order one? Then it's yokan... Ah, no, Senpai can bring snacks and egg yolks, so let's have cake! Macarons!" Chiyoko immediately turned around and returned, her mood obviously getting better all of a sudden. .

**

While the harmonious family comedy was unfolding at the Kiryu Dojo, Asakura Yasuhiko and his son Asakura Yasumi got on the bus home.

Councilor Asakura drank a lot with the rejuvenated Nanjo Hiro, his face was rosy, and he burped from time to time.

Yasunumi Asakura, on the other hand, had a pale face, and with the swelling and bruises on his face, he looked in terrible condition.

Asakura Yasuhiko looked at his second son and sighed: "I know who you want to find. It's not a bad thing to use a bartender as a channel to express your inner depression. Don't show your true feelings."

Asakura Yasunumi gritted his teeth and did not reply.

Asakura Yasuhiko snorted: "However, if you knew what true feelings meant, things wouldn't have turned out like this this time. As a father, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't mess with that boy Kiryu."

Asakura Yasunjun remained silent, looking out the car window with a vindictive look.

Asakura Yasuhiko sighed: "I know you won't listen, so I'll do the next best thing. At least find someone reliable to start with. Don't make me wonder whether you are a good person every time I wipe your ass. My own son."

Asakura Yasumi's expression changed slightly. It was obvious that he was very unhappy when his biological father said this.

Asakura Yasuhiko seemed not to realize that he was hurting his son's self-esteem at all, and continued to sigh: "Oh, why don't I have a daughter? If I have a daughter of the right age, if Kiryu-kun is admitted to the University of Tokyo next year, I will Immediately betroth your daughter to him, just like giving him money."

Asakura Yasunjun finally squeezed out a sentence: "Aren't you afraid that my brother will have other ideas when you do that?"

"If he is dissatisfied, then prove to me that he is better than Kiryu-kun. Otherwise, our family's resources will definitely be tilted towards Kiryu-kun." Asakura Yasuhiko paused and sighed, "It's a pity that I don't have a daughter. Now I I don’t have the ability to have another child with your mother. So no matter how bad you two are, I can only accept my fate."

After a brief pause, Asakura Yasuhiko added: "I will find you a more beautiful girl who can tolerate your touch. The Nanjo family is probably not good enough anymore. The next-level bourgeoisie should still be There are quite a few who are willing to send their daughters over.”

Asakura Yasuhiko's words mean a formal admission that "my son is not good enough, so I have to lower the standards for marriage selection."

These words were like a thorn, piercing Asakura Yasumi's heart, making him look out the car window with eyes full of vicious hatred.