I teach kendo in Tokyo

Time ignores the throbbing and confusion of youth and just keeps moving forward.

The night passed without incident.

The next day, the Kitagashi High School Kendo Club returned triumphantly, held a simple celebration ceremony in the school, and then disbanded.

Just as Kazuma was about to leave, he heard Deputy Minister Harunaga Taro say: "I've decided, I'm going to dye my hair!"

Kazuma stopped after hearing this, turned around and said to the deputy minister: "Then come with me. My disciple should be able to recommend a good place to you."

"Really?" the deputy minister was overjoyed, "I'm worried about not having the courage to go into those stores. If it's a store recommended by Kiryu-kun's disciples, it should be OK.

"Wait a minute! Is this the disciple who broke into the house Nanjo?"

Now not only the deputy minister, but also the boys around him turned their eyes when they heard this.

Everyone’s eyes said, “Something must have happened, right?”

Kazuma thought to himself that I was thinking about it, but if that were the case, I might have to experience the devastating power of level 67 karate.

No, I don't want to die yet.

Kazuma cleared his throat and explained: "No, it's not Nanjo, he is a former delinquent from Meisei High School. He reformed and became a disciple of my house."

"Is that so? Kiryu-san, you're trying to persuade a delinquent to change his ways?" the deputy minister exclaimed, "I've only beaten up delinquents, but I never thought it could be like this."

Kazuma thought that you were pretty good at beating the bad guys.

But having said that, in the "level" system of Japanese schools, the sports club is at the top, slightly higher than the delinquent group, but most of the time the sports club and the delinquent group do not interfere with each other.

In Slam Dunk, the Shohoku High School Basketball Club clashes with a bad group. In Japanese campus culture, this is actually a conflict between equal groups.

He Ma put his arm around the deputy minister's shoulders and pulled him out: "So just come here obediently. If you want to dye your hair to change your mood, I don't care about you, but if you want to go down a wrong path, I think Amao has a lot of I can share my experience with you.”

"What do you think about taking the wrong path?" the deputy minister asked.

"Don't be stupid, it's the sad feeling of a prodigal son turning back. Come on."

After all, Kazuma had been a "partner" with the deputy minister for two months, and he thought it was better to give him a hand, so he dragged the deputy minister to his dojo.

Nanjo and Mikako followed them all the way.

"Chiyoko!" Kazuma shouted at the top of his lungs when he arrived in front of his house.

"Come on, come on!" Chiyoko's voice came from a distance, and then she walked out from the yard. She was stunned for a moment when she saw the person being dragged by Kazuma, "Huh? Who is this?"

"Have you never met the deputy director of the Kitagara clan's Kendo Club before?"

"No." Chiyoko shook her head.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Will Amao work part-time today?"

"He has just finished his morning shift and is practicing basic forms in the back. What's wrong?" Chiyoko asked doubtfully.

Kazuma didn't answer, he just drove the car and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Amao! Come here!"

"Master, are you calling me?" Amao ran over wearing a kendo uniform and holding a bamboo sword. "If you have anything to say, I will do it immediately."

Kazuma pointed at the deputy director: "This is the deputy director of the kendo club in my high school. He wants to dye his hair. Can you recommend a reliable shop?"

Amao looked the deputy minister up and down, and Kazuma noticed a glint of light flashing over the words "Returning Prodigal Son" above his head.

"Why?" Amao didn't immediately recommend a store. Instead, he looked at Kazuma and asked, "Hair dyeing should be prohibited at Kitagazu High School, right?"

"I'm heartbroken and want to change my mood." The deputy minister answered himself before talking to Ma.

Shigeru Ikeda once again looked up and down at Deputy Director Harunaga Taro and was speechless: "It's exactly the same as what the store manager said..."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows, became interested, and asked, "What did the store manager say?"

"Ah, it's the manager of a barber shop I know. I had my hair dyed blond and back at his place. He said that every year at the beginning of the new semester, there would be a peak of blond hair dyeing. Back to the brunette.

“When summer comes, there will be a wave of blond hair dyeing, which happens every year.

"He also said that the reason why he dyed his blond hair was probably due to a broken love."

Amao explained everything to everyone.

He Ma was speechless: "The store manager you mentioned, I always feel that he is a person with a lot of stories."

"I think so too." Shigeru Ikeda said and glanced at the deputy minister, "Are you... doing it for fun, or do you really want to be a delinquent?"

"Huh?" The deputy minister was stunned, "I... I just want to change my mood."

"Then I suggest you go bald. When it comes to changing your mood, the focus is on a sense of ritual, and having your head bald is very ritualistic." Amao suggested seriously, "And dyeing your hair blond is not necessary. It's really not necessary. necessary."

This kind of thing, when Amao said it, was particularly convincing for some reason.

Kazuma patted the deputy minister on the shoulder: "Harunaga-kun, I suggest you listen to Amao and go bald."

Kazuma originally wanted to add, "That woman is not worthy of you," but then he thought, a man in love has no IQ, and the deputy minister might get angry when he heard this.

The deputy minister touched his hair, and then nodded vigorously as if he had made a lot of determination: "Okay! That's it! It's cheaper to go bald than to dye your hair."

Amao: "Then I'll give you a ride there on my bike. Senior sister, help me get it."

He handed the bamboo sword to Chiyoko, and then went to push the bicycle locked in front of the entrance.

"Where did the bicycle come from?" Kazuma asked confused.

"Ah, I deliver newspapers in the morning, and this is the bicycle I was given. It's a perk for delivering newspapers. You have to return it when you stop working, and you have to pay for any damage. I think it's quite cost-effective. Without this, I have to take the bus every time I work. It costs money to go by car.”

Amao said as he got on the bicycle, patted the back seat and looked at the deputy minister.

The deputy minister got into the back seat without hesitation.

Amao rang the bell of his bicycle and started.

Kazuma, Chiyoko, Nanjo and Mikako just watched the two of them go away.

Nanjo: "You are such a good disciple."

"Yes. I can help with the work and pay for tuition." Kazuma nodded, "I will have more disciples like this. If you see any prodigal who has turned around in the future, remember to tell me and I will run over to you. Transform him.”

At this moment, Chiyoko suddenly remembered what it was, and asked Kazuma: "By the way, brother, what are the results of the national conference? You didn't win the championship in the individual competition, right?"

Kazuma took out the bag containing the Kuixing flag from his luggage and stuffed it into his sister's hand: "Take it in and hang it up."

"Okay!" Chiyoko cheered.

She turned around and walked towards the front door of the house, when someone opened the front door from the inside.

Jinguji Tamamo was wearing sportswear and the same thick-rimmed glasses as always.

"Welcome back." She yawned as she said it, as if she hadn't slept well. "I didn't greet you immediately because I just took a nap."

Nanjo: "You are here..."

She looked quite disappointed.

The chairman smiled, then looked at Kazuma and said, "Now that you're back, let's start studying. You have to make up for the progress you've made in the past few days, so I've prepared a lot of exercises waiting for you."

Kazuma: "I... I just came back, shouldn't I be allowed to take a break?"

"Well, okay, I'll give you fifteen minutes and have a good rest." The chairman was completely unmoved.

Kazuma sighed.

Before he could speak, the Chairman handed him a small box: "I made the pastry made with our family's secret recipe yesterday. Congratulations on winning Kuixingqi."

Kazuma took the box and opened the simple wooden lid. A sweet smell rushed directly to his face. Just smelling this smell told him that it was delicious.

"Just work hard after eating." The chairman said with a smile.