I teach kendo in Tokyo

That evening, Nakato Endo finished his training and was walking home alone.

To be honest, he didn't feel much about the word "go home".

As a problem child who has been in a juvenile detention center, the state will designate a relative as a guardian, and the relative will submit a report to the relevant management agency every month.

This report can be exchanged for remuneration provided by the management agency.

That's why Nakato Endo's uncle and aunt allowed Nakato Endo to live at home until now.

When Endo Nakato graduates from high school, his uncle's guardianship mission will end, and Endo Nakato will become a homeless wanderer.

Everyone expected him to become a criminal again and spend his life in prison.

Endo Nakato walked slowly, and although he didn't want to admit it, returning to the place he called home would make him breathless.

But he had to go back. If he was reported for staying out all night, even his current level of freedom might be taken away by the management.

He must go back to a place that cannot be called home at all, and endure the ridicule and blank looks of his uncle, aunt, and little nephew.

But he couldn't beat up these bastards, so he could only let them attack him with words.

What about "hurry up and turn eighteen and become a criminal again", what about "the prison bed is probably much more comfortable than our home", what about "if you want to rape a girl, don't dirty our house"...

Nakato Endo planned very seriously. After graduating from high school, he would beat up his uncle's family and try to control the level of beatings within ten years of the sentence.

Then you can run away as long as you can.

Or join the Yakuza and become a professional thug.

To do this, he must understand the unity of mind and skill he has seen before, and he must realize that skill.

Only then can you become stronger.

Only by becoming stronger can we survive in this world.

Nakato Endo has never seen the "gentle world". He never envied those who lived in the sun. He only felt that the sun was dazzling and hot, and it was the most annoying existence in the world.

He likes night, his world is night, and there is thick darkness everywhere.

Suddenly, Nakato Endo stopped and looked at the two adults in trench coats who appeared in front of him.

He made a judgment based on experience: "I haven't participated in any activities recently, Detective Sang, you are just afraid that you will leave empty-handed."

"We are not criminal police, of course we will pretend to be criminal police from time to time." One of the men in the windbreaker stepped forward and handed Endo Nakato his business card.

Endo Nakato glanced at it and asked doubtfully: "Noriaki Yamadan? Real estate owner? I don't remember that I own any real estate. That dilapidated house belongs to my uncle."

"In Japan, if your job is not easy to explain clearly and you need to travel around to contact people, then the best thing to do is to be a real estate developer." Noriaki Yamadan shrugged, "Do you understand what I said?"

Endo Nakato looked at the two people again.

The light of the setting sun came from the left, illuminating half of Yamato Nori Ming's face, while the remaining half of his face echoed the growing darkness of the night.

"Tell me, what's the matter? I have to get home before the music starts, otherwise my uncle will report it to the management."

After Nakato Endo finished speaking, the loudspeaker of the district office in the distance began to play Dvořák's "To the New World."

Hearing this tune, it’s time for a child to go home.

In order to scare children, adults in Kyoto often tell them: After this song, monsters and monsters will come out to prey on disobedient wild children. If you don't go home after hearing this song, you may never go home again.

Nakato Endo planned to bypass the two men in trench coats: "I'm going home."

Yamadan Noriaki moved a step to the side, blocking Endo Nakato who was about to take a detour, and said: "We have already said hello to your uncle first. He was very dissatisfied at first, but after seeing the money we gave him, he Shut up."

Endo Nakato looked at the man in the trench coat, but he didn't really want to go back to that home, so after two seconds, he gave up being a good boy and chose to stay in the coming night.

"Okay, I'll listen to what you want me to do."

"Let's find a family restaurant. You're hungry too, so let's talk while we eat."

Yamaduan Noriming said as he started to walk.

Nakato Endo followed, while the man in the trench coat, who had been silent, walked at the end.

Nakato Endo was quite familiar with this kind of formation. The detectives were like this when they wanted to talk to him. They sandwiched him one behind the other, for fear that he would do something.

When he arrived at the family restaurant, Noriaki Yamadan ordered some food. After the waiter left with the menu, he went straight to the topic.

"We hope you can break someone's hand with a foul at the Kendo National Convention."

"It's very simple," said Nakato Endo, "as long as you can arrange the schedule so that I can meet him."

"No, we will not arrange the schedule, but as long as you can keep winning, you should be able to meet him in the individual finals."

When Endo Nakato heard this, his expression brightened: "Is he so strong? What's his name?"

"Kazuma Kiryu. This is his photo." Noriaki Yamadan pushed the photo in front of Nakato Endo.

Nakato Endo picked up the photo, looked at it and shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't seen it before. I have never heard of anyone with this name when I was in Tokyo. This is unreasonable. If someone is as talented as me, Among people of the same age, I would at least have heard of his name."

"He suddenly emerged recently and dismantled the Kanto Alliance in the blink of an eye - you know the Kanto Alliance, right?"

Nakato Endo was startled by Noriaki Yamadan's sudden sentence: "Did he dismantle the Kanto Alliance?"

"No, no, no, no," Noriaki Yamadan quickly denied, "I was just confirming whether you knew about the Kanto Federation. This Kiryu and Ma dismantled a third-generation organization under the Kanto Federation.

“Although it is not a martial arts organization, it is the group with the strongest momentum and is about to be promoted to the second generation.

"Before this, he also had a draw with the Jinshan Group, a famous martial arts organization."

Endo Nakato was visibly excited: "Just one person?"

"Just one person." Nori Ming Shanduan nodded.

"Then this Kiryu Kazuma must have understood the secret of the integration of mind and skill. I want to have a real duel with him."

The rules of modern competitive kendo are like ropes binding a swordsman's hands and feet. Endo Nakato has never liked this set of rules.

"Then, it's up to you and your four companions."

"Guangshan and the others?"

"Yes, I will hire five of you and provide you with special bamboo knives. Depending on the situation, I may even do something on site to create opportunities for you. This is the deposit."

Noriaki Yamadan took out a brown paper envelope from the pocket of his windbreaker and put it on the table.

Nakato Endo accepted the envelope without even looking inside.

He doesn't care about the money.

He just wanted to have a fight with Kiryu and Ma to see who was better.

A swordsman needs to step over the enemy's corpse to grow - these were the last words that Endo Nakato's master said to him before he died.

Therefore, he wants to step over Kiryu Kazuma's corpse and become a stronger swordsman.

**

After completing the meeting, Noriaki Yamadan and Hideki Tokikoyama returned to the car and both breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't know if I haven't met you," Tokikoyama Hideki lit a cigarette for himself, "You are looking for trouble. I think he will kill you."

"Isn't this just right? When this kind of person is interrogated, he will openly say, 'Yes, I want to kill Kiryu Kazuma.' Prosecutors like this the most. After all, as long as the prisoner confesses in person, he will be 100% convicted. .”

Sandan Noriming shook his head: "I can't understand the thoughts of these martial arts lunatics, absolutely not."

"So, you gave up pursuing martial arts just because you couldn't understand?"

"No, I decided to give up martial arts only after seeing the power of shotguns. Martial arts can only deal with pistols at best, and there is no chance of winning against long guns. Americans have long discovered that the Chicago typewriter is the ultimate form of martial arts. .”

Tokikoyama Hideki nodded: "It makes sense. But, do you really plan to create opportunities for them during the national competition?"

"It depends. If they are just a little bit closer to getting Kiryu Kazuma, I don't mind setting up a fire alarm or something to create chaos. I'm good at this."

"It sounds like the person who commissioned this commission paid a lot." Hideki Tokikoyama glanced at Noriaki Yamadan and said, "I want to raise the price with you. I have spent the last two days as a driver, no matter what. Double it.”

Regarding Tokikoyama Hideki's joke, Yamadan Noriaki just smiled and did not respond.

Tokikoyama Hideki continued: "Who did Kiryu Kazuma offend to make him spend such a large sum of money to hire you?"

"He... stole the fiancée of the congressman's son."

"Damn it." Tokikoyama Hideki laughed, "I have to kill him."