I teach kendo in Tokyo

Back at the dojo, Kazuma carefully explained the information he had just obtained from Nishikiyama Heita.

The girls all looked serious.

Amao was a little further away, leaning against the door frame of the entrance to the dojo, looking like he wanted to speak.

But in the end he didn't say anything, but picked up the bamboo sword: "Master, I'm going to practice the basic form."

"Don't worry, you can say what you want to say." He Ma called to his apprentice.

"I feel that apart from practicing kendo well, there is nothing else I can do to help Master. Then I will practice kendo well first."

After saying that, Amao went to the yard.

Mikako: "I actually understand Amao very well. Suddenly the topic has become an advanced topic that has nothing to do with ordinary people! Chairman, do you think so too?"

"My family receives orders from the Prime Minister and many cabinet members every New Year's Day, so I guess I am not considered an ordinary citizen." the chairman responded calmly.

Kazuma was shocked: "Is Wagashi House so influential?"

"It's just a gift box for New Year's Eve snacks. It's not as powerful as you think." The chairman added.

Nanjo: “My family often orders the confectionery from Jinguji Temple. It tastes great and looks exquisite. It is a delicacy that will never be shameful if used at banquets.

“But my grandpa always complained that now we only treat guests to Western food in revolving restaurants, and there are fewer opportunities to go to old restaurants like Matsuya, so there are fewer times when we need to order snacks from Jinguji.

"The Prime Minister and the others order snacks from the Jinguji family during the New Year, probably more as tribute."

The chairman nodded: "Yes, our family has a special tribute gift box, which can satisfy the gods everywhere.

"Shrines with real gods must be careful when choosing tributes, because Japanese gods are very stingy and will cause disasters to vent their anger when they are angry."

Kazuma said "Oh". He originally took it as an anecdote, but he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have offered something to a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who had run away.

So Kazuma hurriedly told the chairman about this matter.

Of course, he concealed the part where he silently recited the mighty Tianlong in his heart.

"Is the Ksitigarbha you are talking about at the intersection of Kyuuchimachi? Is there a hill next to it?"

Kazuma thought about it for a moment and realized that there was indeed a hill next to him.

The Japanese island country is very mountainous, and even Tokyo on the plains has many hills.

The chairman looked thoughtful, and then said to Kazuma: "It should be no problem. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is not picky about tributes. If you give it, it will be happy."

Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief. As a Chinese, he has always had an attitude of trusting others. He would worship gods and Buddhas whenever he saw them, and he would go in and say amen when he saw churches.

It’s not that I believe this, it’s that “everything has come,” right?

Nanjo brought back the topic that suddenly turned to gods and Buddhas: "So this means that it will be a bit dangerous for Kazuma to go to Osaka or Kyoto recently?"

"Right." Kazuma shrugged, "But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with us. Our school trip is to Okinawa, and we go to Okinawa every year in our senior year."

Mikako: "The beach! This summer vacation we are all studying and we haven't even gone to the beach. If we go to Okinawa on a school trip, even the chairman can't stop us from playing on the beach! Ah! I have to buy a new swimsuit! Nanjo also said Get up?"

Nanjo nodded: "Well, it's time for me to buy a new swimsuit. The original swimsuits are too plain."

Um? What's the meaning? Kazuma turned to look at Nanjo, savoring what Nanjo had just said.

At this time, the chairman coughed: "I'm sorry, I have received news that our joint relationship with the school in Okinawa seems to have ended in July this year."

Everyone looked at the Chairman: "What?"

"It was originally a joint construction forcefully arranged by the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology." The chairman of the committee adjusted his glasses. "If the policies of the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology were changed, it would be normal for the contract to expire and not be continued."

Public high schools have to undertake the "political tasks" of the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, which is somewhat similar to the schools He Ma went to all his life.

At that time, there was a ** class in their school. When the school first installed air conditioners, there was not enough funds, so it was only installed for all senior high school students and ** classes in each grade.

However, ordinary students made a big fuss, and some parents joined together to file a lawsuit saying that this was discrimination, but the result was nothing. Ordinary non-high school students still enjoyed air conditioning a year late.

Mikako: "So, there will be no Okinawa this year?"

"Probably not. After all, we are a public school. Without the support of partner schools, we don't have the funds to go to such far places."

"We can pay for our own travel and accommodation fees!" Mikako still didn't give up, "Many schools in Hawaii also handle it this way, don't they?"

"Based on what I learned," the chairman glanced at Kazuma, "we may go to Kyoto or Osaka this year."

He Ma was speechless.

At this time, Chiyoko, who had been listening in, suddenly said: "I always feel like the gears of the plot are starting to turn? Brother, are you the protagonist in some legendary story?"

Chairman: "The cooperation ended in early July, before the kendo tournament was held at that time."

"Yes, but we only found out today, right? When we put it all together, it feels like, 'Oh, the next stage is Kyoto or Osaka.' I always feel this way when reading comics.

"Ah, the next stage is the Bastille."

Kazuma: "The Rose of Versailles? The place where Oscar and Andre both died in battle?"

After he said this, he felt that the girls' eyes were focused on him.

Nanjo: "I thought it was strange before. Kazuma, you are a little too familiar with the history of the French Bourbon Dynasty."

"No, you misunderstood..."

"It turns out it's because of the manga," Nanjo continued his train of thought, "Well, it seems I have to read this popular shojo manga."

She emphasized the word "girl".

Kazuma said in his heart that according to our 21st century habits, macho men should read shoujo manga.

If you don’t believe it, if you sing Vivian Chow’s version of the Sailor Moon theme song in front of a thirty-year-old Cantonese guy, the old man will be much more excited than the girl when he hears “The beautiful girl turns around”.

At this time, Chiyoko said seriously: "The latest episode today, they are just about to leave for the Bastille. Brother, how do you know where they are going to both die?"

Kazuma was shocked. He had the impression that the Rose of Versailles in 1980 should be over.

I didn’t expect it to be serialized relatively late in this time and space!

"Well, from the perspective of dramatic conflicts, if Queen Mary is going to be guillotined in the end, if it is consistent with historical facts, the fictional character Oscar should have died before then. Otherwise, from the perspective of the character's motivations, she will inevitably interfere with the process of history."

Kazuma was covered in a cold sweat, feeling that he had the eloquence and quick wit that he had developed during his days as a business representative, and it all came back.

Chiyoko nodded: "Well, that makes sense, so is this a tragedy? I don't want it! I want to see a happy ending!"

Kazuma: "You can draw fanart."

If Kazuma remembers correctly, The Rose of Versailles was the first major doujin fan in Japan, and everyone tried their best to give it a good ending.

Chiyoko bit her lip and shook her head: "No, I don't believe this is a tragedy. The author saw the interview and he is a very kind person. He would not torture us readers like this!"

Kazuma: "Chiyoko, think of Shakespeare."

"Kazuma, have you read Shakespeare?" Mikako was shocked, "You...eh?"

"No, no, no, I just heard about Shakespeare's four tragedies."

Kazuma hurriedly found a patch for himself, pretending that he had never read Shakespeare.

He wouldn't say that in his previous life, he thought he could win girls because he was well-educated and talented, but he ended up reading a bunch of books to transform himself into a real artistic young man, only to realize that being single was his destiny, and what he lacked was actually the golden spirit.

Only with the golden spirit can fate become a sleeping slave.

So this time, Kazuma has a golden spirit, and then the girl will come, right?

Chairman: "How long do you plan to talk about comics?"

He Ma quickly said: "No more chatting, no more chatting, how many more study plans do you have for today?"

"Today... I think you should spend more time practicing martial arts from today on, Kazuma." The Chairman said with a serious face, "After all, I was warned in advance. It would be foolish not to prepare at all. I will prepare too. Some pepper spray, stun guns, etc.

"I'll take Mikako's part. Nanjo is responsible for preparing the walkie-talkie. When we arrive in Osaka, it's best for us to have a means of instant communication."

Wait a moment!

Kazuma: "Are you starting to prepare with the standard that something will happen when you get to Osaka?"

“I believe in being prepared.”

Nanjo: "As for the walkie-talkie, just ask Suzuki Butler to borrow it from the SPs. My SPs always have these things."

Mikako: "It's that simple? When I was kidnapped by the Yakuza last time, I was chatting with them. They said that they finally got a walkie-talkie that was eliminated by the US military and can only be used for key missions..."

Kazuma: "You still chatted with the Yakuza?"

"Yeah, I'm scared. I just thought that if we chatted, we might become friends, and they wouldn't do anything to me."

Kazuma was shocked, but then he thought about it, Mikako's performance so far has indeed never been timid.

It is indeed possible that she took the Yakuza who was guarding her and started talking.

In addition, her head didn't work very well, and the back of her head was extremely resistant to beatings... Kazuma suddenly remembered the big nose of Jean Reno in a famous French comedy movie.

That character has an iconic line: My name is Gundam and I'm from Montaqui.

When Kazuma looked at Mikako again, his feelings were completely different.

At this time, Amao, who was practicing his sword outside, suddenly shouted: "Master, Mr. Suzuki is here!"

Then Mr. Suzuki entered the dojo from the courtyard.

I don't know why, but guests who come to Hema's house don't like to walk through the main entrance. It has become their common route to go directly around the courtyard and then enter the dojo.

But if you think about it carefully, according to the nature of this world, for an old man with level 67 karate, the front entrance is actually just a decoration. He should be able to enter at will.

"Long time no see, Grandpa Suzuki." Kazuma said.

He really hadn't seen Mr. Suzuki for a long time. Usually it was the old man's men who came to pick up Nanjo.

"Long time no see, Kiryu-kun. Miss, I have troubled you these days."

"Where is it?" As soon as Kazuma opened his mouth, he felt someone stabbed him in the waist, it should be the chairman of the committee.

He glanced at the chairman of the committee, who whispered: "Ask him to teach you karate so you can deal with emergencies."

In fact, Kazuma had long wanted to learn some karate from Suzuki, so he said to Suzuki's butler: "Grandpa Suzuki, I have a question, do you have any karate lessons?"