I teach kendo in Tokyo

When the police took Father Ikeda away, they didn't even ask Kazuma to record a statement. It seemed that Father Ikeda had been sexually harassed while drunk before, leaving a foundation.

Of course, it may also be that Kazuma's martial arts reputation is too great. After all, most of the police officers in the Gurashi Police Department have witnessed Kazuma's bravery alone.

After the police took the person away, Chiyoko asked worriedly: "Will something happen to Amao? Those loan sharks..."

"Who do you think are the people who make loan sharks?" He Ma asked.

"Uh... Ji Dao?" Chiyoko breathed a sigh of relief after the answer, "That's right, then there shouldn't be any loan sharks looking for Amao."

Kazuma nodded: "The entire underground banks in Tokyo should be under the control of the Kanto Alliance, especially the banks near us. They may be the property of the Nishikiyama Group. How could they come to trouble my apprentice."

Chiyoko smiled: "Brother, what you said is right. Others will definitely think that we are bad people."

As soon as they finished speaking, the brother and sister noticed that a window was closed in the attic of a building in the distance.

Then the people in the room closed the curtains.

Through the shadows cast by the light on the curtains, Kazuma saw the tall woman slap a short figure several times.

There must have been a child lying in the attic peeking in, and was beaten by his mother.

Chiyoko: "Speaking of which, did Mr. Ikeda's scream just now make the neighbors take it the wrong way?"

"The surrounding neighbors have almost moved, and not many people will hear it." Kazuma said very uncertainly.

All the houses around the ashram have been bought by Sumitomo Construction, but for some reason Sumitomo Construction suddenly showed kindness and gave them half a year to move out.

But the half-year deadline is almost here, and everyone around has almost moved in. The house in the distance should be one of the few remaining.

Thinking about it carefully, with the reputation of his dojo, Sumitomo Construction is probably also having a headache. When the house is built, who will be willing to buy it near a dojo that colludes with the Yakuza?

However, what does Sumitomo Construction's headache have to do with Kiryu and Ma?

Kazuma patted his sister on the shoulder: "Let's go, it's a bit cold outside."

Although it's only September, the nights are already starting to feel cool.

Chiyoko: "Looking from the sky now, except for our few sparks, the rest is completely dark."

Kazuma stopped and looked up: "Well, indeed. Because there is less light pollution around, the starry sky is suddenly very clear."

Chiyoko also stopped and raised her head.

"Yes. By the way, brother, do you still remember when you showed me the zodiac signs when I was a kid?"

As soon as Chiyoko said it, Kazuma automatically remembered it. Before that, he had no memory at all. These memories of the previous owner of this body and his sister sleeping together in the depths of his consciousness, without an opportunity to activate them, it was as if they did not exist.

Kazuma relived the scene again, and this time, I don’t know if it was because he and Chiyoko had been together for a long time. In addition to replaying the scene in his mind, Kiryu and Kazuma’s feelings at that time were also conveyed through some kind of empathy. coming.

The feelings at that time merged with the feelings now, making Kazuma look at the stars in the sky with emotion.

Kazuma looked at the sky, and based on the knowledge in his memory, he identified Pegasus, Andromeda...

Chiyoko also looked up at the stars: "The Summer Night Triangle... seems to be invisible?"

"Nonsense, how many days have passed since the beginning of autumn now? The rising time of the Summer Night Triangle will be earlier. What can be seen now is the Autumn Night Quadrangle."

"Ah, what a pity. Why didn't I think of looking at the stars this summer? I'm too busy this year!"

While Chiyoko was asking and answering questions, Kazuma remembered a song that he liked very much in his previous life because the lyrics contained the line "You point at the big summer night triangle".

That was the ending song of Bakemonogatari, and the name seemed to be - relying on his current Japanese proficiency, Kazuma easily remembered that it was called "The Story You Don't Know".

He looked at the starry sky, immersed in the memory of watching the stars with his sister, and hummed the main melody of the song involuntarily.

"What is that?" Chiyoko looked at Kazuma in surprise, "It sounds good. Isn't it the song Where the Stars Are?"

"Yeah." Kazuma quickly stopped and prevaricated, "Remembering the scene of watching the stars together when we were children, a melody suddenly passed through my mind."

"Eh? So is this a song just for me? It's great, I beg you to finish it!"

"No, it's just a passage that passed through my mind."

Now the Yokoyama consultant of the wind instrument department only thinks that Kazuma has embezzled the work of an unknown musician, and the entire music critic world has also maintained a tacit understanding of the same pace.

If Kazuma writes another good song, there will probably be people complaining about the unknown musician whose works have been misappropriated.

At that time, Kazuma may be forced to start performing live compositions - copying music.

But Kazuma didn’t particularly want to be a copywriter. He learned the harmonica to buff himself in the future and create a sense of ritual.

A swordsman must play the shakuhachi flute or something to be stylish.

Then Soichiro Uesugi still listens to the Shamisen Online BUFF.

So Kazuma chose to continue to prevaricate his sister at this time: "It's just a passing melody, it doesn't constitute a tune."

Chiyoko pouted and looked at the starry sky: "You could have done it very smoothly in front of the seniors. I think you just think it's useless to win over a sister like me, so you didn't write it."

Kazuma looked at the petty Chiyoko and couldn't help but curl his lips.

When he just recalled the memory of looking at the stars, he truly felt the affection Kazuma Hara Kiryu had for Chiyoko.

This made him want to pamper Chiyoko a little more.

So Kazuma said softly: "Okay, I'll write it, but you can't tell others that this is a song that only belongs to you."

"Why, brother, didn't you accept an exclusive interview with a music magazine before? I remember the title of the magazine was about high-profile emerging composers or something..."

"That was an interview done for the sake of the Nanjo family. They must have thought that the music I presented was bought from that unknown musician and was not original to me."

Chiyoko curled her lips: "That's right, I don't understand. Are you saying that the Nanjo family stole other people's works to gild my brother?"

"Right, that is it."

"But brother, you obviously wrote it yourself!" Chiyoko looked like she was complaining, "Brother, if you can write music and sell it, you can solve our family's financial problems! And the tuition fees will also be paid!"

Kazuma suddenly realized that what Chiyoko said seemed to make sense.

Although copying other people's music makes Kazuma, a guy who has developed a sense of authenticity, a little resistant, but... he needs money, he really needs it.

Kazuma looked at Chiyoko and touched his chin thoughtfully. After a moment, he said: "Let me write down this song related to the Summer Night Triangle first."

"Okay!" Chiyoko cheered, "But, brother, do you know how to write music scores? Last time you composed music, you blew the melody, and Nanjo-senpai and Jinguji-senpai helped you pick up the music score, right?"

He Ma couldn't help but hold his forehead.

That's right, Kazuma has never studied music theory or composed music. He can now understand simple musical notation, but it is a bit difficult for him to pick up the music at his current level.

It seems I can only wait until the girls come tomorrow to do it.

Maybe I can play the main melody and chorus melody tonight and practice it, so that the girls can help pick up the score when they come tomorrow.

Anyway, the chairman has already said that the amount of learning for today is enough.

Kazuma wondered.

Of course, karate practice cannot be left out.

**

At the same time, I was in a rental apartment somewhere about seven or eight kilometers away from the dojo.

A family of three who rented an apartment were tied to chairs in a very twisted and awkward way.

Except for the family of three who were bundled together like luggage, there seemed to be nothing unusual about the two-bedroom and one-living room rental apartment, which was kept very clean and tidy.

It is precisely because of this that the twisted and tied family of three looks particularly weird.

Li Zhenghe held the vertical pencil in his hand as a reference and carefully observed this unusual scene.

"Sure enough, we should move people to the left." He said to the men behind him in Korean.

"Which one to move?" the man asked.

"Of course it's the whole move, stupid. About thirty centimeters to the left, that's right, that's it. Get out of the way after the move, don't block my view."

After his subordinates left his sight, Li Zhenghe began to draw with a pencil on the portable drawing board on his knee.

"Watanabe-kun," he said in Japanese with a heavy accent while drawing strange sketches, "do you particularly look down on me? After all, as the leader of a gang, I actually have to personally collect loan sharks. .”

The man of the family of three made a sound of um, um, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, and ah. His mouth was blocked, so he could only make such a sound.

Li Zhenghe continued: "I can't help it. After all, we are new here and we are short of manpower. And to be honest, loan sharking is not our most profitable business now.

"But there are more and more people like you who borrow money and don't repay it, and it still bothers me. Has anyone told you that small foreign gangs like us will soon be eradicated by the Yakuza in Tokyo? Just make the five million yen we lent you for nothing?"

Mr. Watanabe hummed louder, probably begging for mercy.

But Li Zhenghe turned a deaf ear to these.

"This is a good idea. After all, even I am not sure whether we can survive the encirclement and suppression by the Kanto Alliance. Now we can only do some small things secretly and not provoke them.

"So your idea is not wrong. But have you ever thought about finishing your whole family first before we are finished?"

Li Zhenghe said while speeding up the painting on the drawing board.

"We are all from the Chinese cultural circle. You Japanese should also know what it means to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, right? To be honest, we poor brothers don't even need one million yen to kill an individual. At this price, your family of three is not worth five hundred Ten thousand.

"Let's do this. You can name your two enemies and we will kill them together, and your wishes will be fulfilled."

As he spoke, Li Zhenghe glanced at his subordinates: "Take off that woman's gag and let her speak."

The men immediately obeyed.

Mrs. Watanabe asked as soon as she opened her mouth: "Did you make a mistake? My husband doesn't have any bad habits, how could he borrow so much money?"

"Of course it's because you have a mistress. After all, your husband has just been promoted to section chief. It's normal to have a mistress at the section chief level."

Mrs. Watanabe immediately cursed her husband and struggled to bite Mr. Watanabe. Unfortunately, the binding method was too strange and she was unable to do so.

"Tell me," Li Zhenghe continued to draw, "who do you want to kill? You don't need to count your husband, after all, he is going to die."

"Wait a minute! If it's five million yen, we can still afford it!" Mrs. Watanabe shouted, "The bankbook is..."

"We have already found the bankbook, but it is not enough. For things like loan sharks, when you borrow money, it is five million, but when you repay it, it may not be much. Especially if your husband maliciously defaults on arrears, this is called a breach of contract. gold.

"Don't say why we don't kill people for you according to the money you need to pay. We are here to deal with bad debts this time, you know, so we can only calculate based on the principal. Tell me, there are still two places. "

Mrs. Watanabe gritted her teeth and said, "Then I want that mistress to die!"

"Okay. The mistress still has a child in her belly. Let's count it as two. That's enough." Li Zhenghe made a gesture, and the younger brother immediately went up and sealed Mrs. Watanabe's mouth.

Li Zhenghe drew the last stroke, looked at the Watanabe family again, and then turned the drawing board to the Watanabe family, showing the pencil sketch he had just completed that was full of tension.

"How is it? Not bad, right? You won't believe it when you see me like this, but I am indeed an artist." Li Zhenghe put down the drawing board and picked up the Kalashnikov lying next to him.

He picked up the weapon and loaded it with skillful movements, but in the end he changed his mind.

"It seems like it's too much of a fuss?" He stroked his beard, then put the gun back where it was before, took out the Chrollo pistol from his pocket, and took out a silencer.

While pressing the silencer on Chrollo's standard secret agent gun, he hummed the Korean folk song "Little White Boat."

He seemed to deliberately slow down the installation of the muffler to match the beat of the ballad.

After installing the muffler, he sang the last two lines of the folk song "Floating, floating, floating to the sky", stepped forward, and shot the three members of the Watanabe family accurately through the heads.

"Calling it up." Li Zhenghe turned around and said to his subordinates.

"Are you still going to kill the mistress?" the subordinate asked in Korean.

"Are you stupid? I just asked this, just to have a sense of ceremony." As he spoke, Li Zhenghe took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

His men hurried forward to help him light it.

After blowing out the smoke, Li Zhenghe said: "I don't need to take care of the remaining debt myself, right? You guys can also come in handy. I was supposed to go sketching in the wild today."

Li Zhenghe was about to leave when his subordinates suddenly said: "One of the guys who owes us money seems to have a son who is a disciple of a dojo under the protection of the Kanto Alliance. How should we deal with this family?"

"Are you stupid? If the people covered by Guandong United owe debts, they don't have to pay them back? Then what nonsense do our underground banks have to do!" Li Zhenghe slammed his subordinate's head, "You can ask for debts no matter how you want them, Guandong United Come on, fight if you can, run away if you can’t, what’s the point?”

After speaking, Li Zhenghe thought for a while and added: "Avoid being too showy and don't bring hot weapons. It's time for you to remember how to fight with fists and kicks. Isn't that a kendo gym? Wouldn't it be a good idea to kick the gym?

"Anyway, you can handle this matter. I may go to Osaka and stay for a few months." After that, Li Zhenghe folded up the Kalashnikov's folding gun stock and put it into his painting box together with the portable drawing board, and then Standing up with the painting box, "Then, let's take the first step."