I teach kendo in Tokyo

the next day.

noon.

During recess, Kazuma borrowed an empty classroom - there seemed to be a lot of empty classrooms in Japanese schools. It was said that when the school was rebuilt after the war, it was planned according to the birth rate of the post-war baby boom. As a result, it was not used at all. Not in so many classrooms.

So the empty classroom became a stage for various "after-school stories".

In the classroom, Kazuma took the harmonica and reproduced the melody of "The Story You Don't Know" backwards.

"Suddenly changing from an ethereal style to a pop song?" Nanjo looked at Kazuma doubtfully, "Your style of music is a bit too big."

Before Kazuma could quibble, the chairman said: "He has no formal training in composition and doesn't even understand music theory. Style is meaningless to him. He just plays the melody that comes from his heart." "

Kazuma wanted to give the Chairman a big thumbs up, so that he wouldn't even have to think about the reasons in the future.

Nanjo accepted the chairman's statement - because it did make sense.

She lowered her head and glanced at the score she had collected, and then handed it to the chairman: "Come on, let's merge our scores."

One person may make mistakes, and comparing the scores of two people can correct the mistakes.

Of course, the best way is to have three people play music together. Unfortunately, Mikako doesn't understand music.

Mikako, who was bored, said to Kazuma: "Why did you suddenly write songs again?"

"I watched the stars with Chiyoko last night. I recalled the scenes of watching stars in the past, and I felt emotional."

As he spoke, Kazuma sang the words he recalled to the melody.

The two people who were comparing scores stopped and looked at Kazuma.

After Kazuma finished singing one verse—actually the second verse of the original lyrics—Nanjo clapped his hands: "It's great, but can we still see the Summer Night Triangle now?"

"It feels like there's something wrong with filling out the autumn quadrilateral."

In fact, Kazuma was mainly afraid that blindly changing Japanese words with his poor Chinese skills would be self-defeating.

Mikako: "This is a song written for Chiyoko. I always feel so envious."

Nanjo nodded silently: "Yes."

Mikako: "What are you envious of? Don't you have a song? Then the place where the star is can't be for me, right?"

"No," Kazuma shook his head, "Where the Stars Are I just wrote it if I wanted to."

"Then Chiyoko is the first one." Mikako stretched and then lay down on the table. "I'm even more envious! But compared to us, Chiyoko is a blood relative who truly depends on each other for life. We understand."

Nanjo smiled and said: "Chiyoko, she is very cute. I also want to have a sister like this."

"Hey, Nanjo, you have inadvertently exposed your wolfish ambitions." Mikako lay on the desk and looked at Nanjo with a wicked smile.

Her cheeks showed off their softness and fit perfectly on the table.

Nanjo: "I'm just stating the facts. Chiyoko is indeed very cute. She will definitely be a super beauty by the time she reaches her third year of high school. She is also obedient and smart."

Kazuma smiled. He couldn't help but think of the fight he had with the stubborn Chiyoko when he first traveled through time.

At that time, Chiyoko didn't seem to be obedient or clever at all.

Mikako: "Hey, someone showed a disgusting smile."

"What's wrong with me? Isn't it normal for me to smile when someone praises my sister that I'm so proud of?"

"Is Kazuma originally a girl-controller?" The chairman of the committee, who had been checking the scores, suddenly joined the conversation. "This element seems to have become popular recently. I read the new serials in comic magazines, and many of them have their own sisters."

"No, I'm not a sister-in-law." Kazuma quickly denied.

The chairman put a rest on the score and handed it to Kazuma: "Okay! It should be almost the correct score. You can take it back to praise your dear sister."

"Thank you." Kazuma glanced at the music score. With his current level of music reading, he could only barely know how to play to the music score. He couldn't read the music score and have the melody in his mind like those real musicians.

Kazuma carefully put away the score and said with a smile: "Chiyoko will be happy."

The chairman shrugged: "It's time to gather in the auditorium for the student union election this afternoon. Let's go."

The group of people then stood up, picked up the empty lunch boxes, and left the classroom.

**

afternoon.

Ikeda Shigeru returned to the dojo after school early.

Today was one of the rare days when he didn't have any arrangements to go back to work after school. He planned to make good use of his time and review until his master and others came back before starting today's kendo practice.

Just as Shigeru Ikeda was about to open the door to the courtyard, he suddenly found a small note stuck on the mail box at the door.

Because the Kiryu family had no money, they only subscribed to the morning newspaper, which would be collected by Chiyoko every morning and put on the newspaper rack in the house.

Because neither Kazuma nor Chiyoko have the habit of reading newspapers, these newspapers will later become materials for packaging various things.

However, after Shigeru Ikeda came, he would read newspapers from time to time - because the teacher said that reading too many newspapers can improve his Chinese and history scores.

Shigeru Ikeda doesn't care whether it's right or not, it won't take much time to do it anyway.

There was a piece of paper stuck in the mailbox that was supposed to be empty. Ikeda instinctively felt that something was wrong.

He reached out and took off the piece of paper, unfolding it to read the contents.

On the piece of paper, a few lines were spelled out with words cut from the newspaper: Your father is in our hands. If you don’t want him to die, don’t call the police. Come to this address: *********

Shigeru Ikeda was speechless. He crumpled the paper into a ball and was about to throw it away, but he suddenly thought of something and stopped.

He unfolded the piece of paper again, glanced at the address on it and murmured: "Can I call the police and provide this address to the police?"

Without saying a word, Shigeru Ikeda took out the key, opened the courtyard door and the house door, and went straight to the telephone landline placed on the shoe cabinet.

But when he was still short of the last digit to broadcast the police call, he hesitated.

What if, what if the other side really kills that bastard Naoto Ikeda just because the police came?

A voice howled in Ikeda Shigeru's mind, "Wouldn't that be great?" "Didn't you always want to kill this scum before?"

Yes, Shigeru Ikeda had the idea of ​​killing that scumbag countless times.

He had seen TV reports that if someone killed someone at a young age, he would most likely be sent to a juvenile detention center instead of being executed.

So he tried to save his mother countless times.

But in the end, he lacked courage.

Then he reaches the age where killing requires an adult price.

The reason why he wanted to be a delinquent and join the Yakuza was also because he wanted to make himself more courageous.

After all, you see, the Yakuza are all cool and brave men.

Now, Shigeru Ikeda has no doubt that he has gained courage.

Real courage.

Courage from the Master.

The courage to be a hero.

If I had had such courage back then, Naoto Ikeda, that bastard, would have been dead for a long time.

Now, what's wrong with just letting him die like this?