I teach kendo in Tokyo

After running around for more than an hour, Kitagawa Saori led Kazuma to the Earth House.

Kazuma's impression of the name Earth House is related to a Ghipli movie he watched in his previous life. The movie is called "Listen Ear". The main plot is about a girl who wants to be a writer, and a girl who wants to be a luthier. The pure youth between boys.

There is a subplot hidden in the movie, that is, the owner of a grocery store called Earth House had a fruitless love affair with a foreign lady when he was studying abroad in his youth.

Kazuma likes "Listen Ear" very much. Although this is not Kazuma's favorite Ghipli movie, that's because there are so many Ghipli classics that this work can only stand in the back.

The Ghipli works ranked before "Listen Ear" are more exceptional than the last, such as "Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind", "Spirited Away", "Princess Mononoke", "My Neighbor Totoro", "Castle in the Sky"...

Kazuma feels that from the perspective of Internet articles, the soul of Jeepney, Hayao Miyazaki, is definitely a systematic person. "Ding, reward 100 points of inspiration attribute" "Ding, reward storyboards of masterpieces passed down from generation to generation"...

On the other hand, my golden finger, which does not speak human words, may not be as good as Hayao Miyazaki's "Gua", but Mr. Ren's Gua specializes in animation art.

By the way, Kazuma’s favorite Ghipli film is Porco Rosso, and he likes it more and more as he gets older.

When I first saw it when I was a kid, I felt there was something wrong with this work. How could a pig be the protagonist?

Later, as Kazuma's own muscles became looser and his beer belly became more and more magnificent, he also became more and more aware of the romance of "Porco Rosso".

Men will eventually turn into pigs, but as long as they hold the joystick, their flying heart will awaken. Under the old and flabby skin, the Adriatic sea breeze never stops.

"Porco Rosso" is a fairy tale for old men.

"May you still be a young man when you return."

But now, it's still early for Hayao Miyazaki to make "Porco Rosso". The old man may have just reached middle age, and the current Hayao Miyazaki probably can't make "Porco Rosso".

Kazuma actually reads manga magazines from time to time recently. He remembers that Miyazaki Hayao's Nausicaa manga was serialized in magazines very early and was animated later.

But unfortunately, Kazuma has not found "Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind" and has never heard of the name Hayao Miyazaki.

Koji Okada and Akito Anno are both deep nerds. If according to the history of the original world, Hayao Miyazaki would have participated in the production of Lupine III and made a name for himself, then there is no reason for Koji Okada and Akito Anno not to know about this senior.

Don't know what went wrong.

But now, when Kazuma sees the Earth House in front of him, he suddenly has hope again, because this Earth House is so similar to the one in "Listen Ear". Maybe Mr. Hayao Miyazaki saw the Earth House in reality and then animated it. There was also a repair.

However, the Earth House in the animation is a grocery store, and it also does some work such as repairing clocks and music boxes. The basement of the grocery store is a workshop for making and repairing violins.

This Earth Room, you can tell it's a music store from the window.

To be honest, the contrast between the electric bass and electric guitars placed in this store and the retro decoration style of the store is not great.

Kazuma looked inside the store through the window, but found no one.

"Where are the people?" he asked Beichuan Shaxuli.

"I can't see people being normal. I told the shop owner more than once that his shop is a paradise for thieves, and he may not even know that something has been stolen." Saori Kitagawa shrugged, "However, it may be because I go in and out often. This store, thieves all stay away from this store.”

Kazuma: "It's also possible that there was a thief whose legs were broken by karate by the shopkeeper."

At level 51, beating ordinary people is not the same as playing.

"Why are you so sure that the shop owner knows karate? I'm also a martial arts practitioner. Why don't I feel that the shop owner has a warrior temperament in him?"

Kazuma thought it was because you didn't have a golden finger.

But Kazuma said, "Maybe it's because you haven't reached the point where your mind and skills are integrated."

"Does the idea of ​​one mind and one mind really exist?" Saori Kitagawa glanced at Kazuma, and without waiting for Kazuma's answer, he pushed open the glass door of the Earth Room.

When the door was pushed open, the bell hanging on the door rang, alerting the shopkeeper that a customer had arrived.

However, no one came out to greet the guests.

Kazuma followed Kitagawa Saori and entered the Earth Room.

He was completely on alert and would turn around and run away if the situation didn't go well.

After all, the entry for the Earth Room that Kazuma saw above the shopkeeper's head said "an ordinary piano store."

If this golden finger doesn't speak human words, this piano shop will probably not be ordinary.

Kazuma believed so firmly.

However, based on what Kazuma saw when he entered the store, this was indeed an ordinary music store.

Kitagawa Shaxuri raised his voice and shouted: "Old man! Come out to receive guests!"

No one came out.

Saori Kitagawa said to Kazuma: "Just take a look, I'll go to the back to find someone. I guess I fell asleep in the recliner again."

"Oh, okay." Kazuma nodded and continued to observe the situation in the store.

Kazuma saw a handful of shamisen placed on a special shelf above the counter.

In this room of Western musical instruments, there is such a shamisen, it is difficult not to attract attention.

Kazuma stepped forward and carefully observed the shamisen, but with his purely layman's perspective, he couldn't see anything wrong with it.

There is no decoration on the shell of the shamisen, there is no family crest, and there is no inscription of the maker.

Things made by famous Japanese craftsmen will definitely leave traces such as inscriptions. This act itself will increase the value of the items.

This is true for swordsmiths, and it must also be true for craftsmen who make shamisen.

Kazuma reached out and picked up the shamisen, turning it to the back——

"This, it is said to be a work from the Asuka period." Suddenly, an old and rich voice penetrated Hema's ears.

He Ma turned his head sharply and saw the old drummer Guan Shi Qingyu he had seen before walking out of the store.

Behind the old man, Saori Kitagawa was winking desperately, trying to get Kazuma to quickly put down his shamisen and apologize to the old man.

Kazuma carefully placed the shamisen, then smiled at the old man: "In the Asuka era, there was shamisen..."

"Are you an idiot? How could it be possible? I'm just trying to test the knowledge of Tokyo University students. However, my guqin can be considered a good one." The old man walked behind the counter and stroked the shamisen affectionately.

"Unfortunately, one string is missing, so I can no longer play it."

Kazuma frowned and glanced at the large pile of guitar strings hanging on the shelf next to the counter.

After all, music stores, of course, sell "consumables" like strings.

"A special piano must be matched with special strings, of course." The old man said, and then he seemed not to dwell on this aspect, and changed the subject directly, "Why do you come to me, Mr. Kiryu and Ma."

The sudden honorific caught Kazuma off guard, and he waved his hand quickly: "I don't dare to take it seriously. Old sir, I'm here..."

"He said you know karate." Kitagawa Saori said, "And you are a very powerful master."

The shopkeeper frowned slightly and looked at Kazuma again. When he spoke again, his tone was obviously much softer: "You should tell me how I look like a karate master."

"I don't know, it just feels like it." That's all Kazuma could say.

You can't just say "Hello, I can see the entry, thank you", right?

The shopkeeper stared at Kazuma for a long time and sighed softly: "Yes, I know a little bit about karate. But I have given up practicing martial arts for many years."

You gave up martial arts for many years and still reached level 51?

"Now, I am just an old naughty boy who never gives up, the drummer of Qingyu. If Mr. Kiryu comes here to talk about martial arts, then I can only issue an eviction order."

Kazuma hurriedly said: "No, Budo confirmed it by the way. I would like to ask your opinion on the recent incident of the God of Music."

"I have no opinion." The shopkeeper replied immediately, "There is no god in this world. If there is, then the goal of rock and roll is to kill Him. While walking on the road of rock and roll, you place your hope of entering the music hall on gods. This kind of rubbish I don’t even bother to look at them.”

Kazuma wanted to remind the old man that what he just said was his opinion on the God of Music, so it was not that he had no opinion, he was contradicting himself.

But after looking at the old man's 51-level karate level, Kazuma felt that the old man was right, but he just had no opinion.

Kazuma was about to change his angle and make some insinuations, but the old man asked: "How long have you... been operating with Sasuri?"

Kazuma didn't expect that the other party would ask this question. He was stunned for a second before replying: "It's been a week, mainly looking for bands that may be related to the God of Music. But except for the original URB band, the other All in vain."

The old man looked at Kitagawa Saori, and then asked Kazuma: "You didn't sing together?"

Kazuma: "Uh...they're all running around, so no."

The old man curled his lips and abruptly changed the subject: "Let's choose a piano."

Kazuma: "Huh?"

Kitagawa Shaori was also confused: "Old man, what do you want to do?"

"Stop talking nonsense and choose a piano." The old man came out from behind the counter and came to the piano stand. He thought about it for a while, then took out a piano and handed it to Kazuma, "I think this one is very good. With Sashio The new piano inside is just a perfect match."

Kazuma didn't pick up the guitar, waved his hand and said, "I can't play the guitar, and besides, isn't the bass that usually goes with the guitar?"

The old man who owned the shop looked at Kazuma with an unabashed look on his face.

Saori Kitagawa explained: "It is very common for two guitars to be paired together in a rock band. The bass often forms a rhythm instrument group with the drums, but it is rarely paired with the lead guitar."

Kazuma: "I understand, Mikako should be the bass."

"Mikako is... ah, she, does she also play music? It doesn't look like it." Saori Kitagawa was also a woman who attended a pajama party at Kiryu Dojo, so she naturally knew Mikako.

But she obviously didn't get what Kazuma wanted.

Just as Kazuma was about to tell Kitagawa Saori about Mikako's status in Kiryu Dojo, the owner of the Earth Room interrupted him: "Do you want to pick up the guitar or not? You have to be responsible as a man."

Kazuma didn't know why this would involve a man's responsibility, but now he didn't like others questioning his responsibility, so he immediately took the guitar.

Kazuma held the guitar and looked at the old man: "Then?"

Old man: "Nonsense, just carry it on your back! Have you never seen how to carry a guitar?"

Because the old man spoke too forcefully, Hema didn't even refute, and just put the guitar on his back obediently - of course he had seen how to carry a guitar, and he saw Busch Ming playing and singing on TV a few days ago.

The old man took another guitar by himself: "Here, I'll teach you some basic chords."

Kazuma:? ? ? ?

Not only Kazuma was confused, but Saori Kitagawa was also confused: "Why? So many people came to ask you to teach guitar, but you refused!"

The old man ignored Kitagawa Saori, but stared at Kazuma: "Better, do you want to learn?"

Kazuma glanced at the 51-level karate above the old man's head again. However, to be honest, if someone teaches me something for free, there is no reason to refuse. The problem is that the time is not right now.

"Well, I still have to investigate the serial murder case..."

"Are you a policeman?" the old man asked.

Kazuma shook his head.

"No, not yet."

The old man asked again: "Then you are a detective?"

"No, of course not."

"Then what murder case are you investigating? What does this have to do with you?"

Kazuma: "Uh... because we can't ignore Tokyo's tomorrow?"

The old man looked at Kazuma for the third time, and then grinned at Kazuma: "Surprisingly, you are very rock and roll. Looking at the songs you wrote before, I thought you were a sissy love song writer."

Kazuma thought about the songs he had "published" so far, and thought to himself that the songs I "copied" now are not sissy. I didn't copy "Light Spot", right?

But the old man's smile disappeared fleetingly, and the next moment he asked Kazuma seriously: "Are you going to learn it or not?"

Kazuma actually wants to learn the harmonica. He has been practicing hard for a year and his skills have reached the top level among amateur players. He also has the idea of ​​learning other instruments.

After going to college, the pressure of academic work is much less than when I was preparing for exams. In addition to practicing swordsmanship in my spare time, it is also good to learn an instrument.

Learning a musical instrument will help improve your skills. A high skill level will make you more likely to get powerful entries - Kazuma understands this.

So Kazuma nodded: "Okay, I'll learn."

It shouldn't be a problem to put the investigation aside for a day. If something big happens and you need to take action yourself, Detective Shiratori will call - wait, it seems a bit strange to say this. It feels like Kiryu and Ma have become police officers. The thighs of the hall are the same...

After receiving Kazuma's affirmative reply, the old man strummed the strings and played a quick improvisation.

To be honest, this section is a bit cool.

It reminded Kazuma of the famous guitar solo in "Through The Fire And Flames" by Dragon Power.

Kazuma: "We won't start learning from this paragraph, right?"

"What are you thinking? It's too early for you to play this part."

"Then when can I play like this?"

The old man looked at Kazuma and said, "Learn to crawl first, then learn to walk."

"Wait, that's not usually said. It's not usually said..."

The old man interrupted Kazuma's words, looked at Kitagawa Saori and said, "Sasori, you are coming too."

"Eh? Am I coming too?"

"Yes, how can the band not have a lead singer? Come on."

Kazuma: "I don't know a single chord. Isn't it too early to mention a band?"

"It's simple. I'll teach you the most basic chord first, and then you can just keep repeating this chord. I'll be responsible for the other parts, and Shaxuri will hum. I have always believed that in music education, It is very important for beginners to have a sense of participation and understand the beauty of music.”

The old man took two high stools, one for Kazuma and one for himself to sit on, and then dragged Kitagawa Saori between the two of them.

"Play this chord." The old man said and demonstrated it to Kazuma. "Isn't this very simple for a swordsman?"

Kazuma: "Is there a logical connection?"

"Of course. Swordsmen have very flexible fingers and good hand coordination. After all, it is important to change the gestures of the sword-holding hand at any time during a real sword fight."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows and played the chords that the old man had just played.

It feels a little weird, but it pops up anyway.

Old man: "Sure enough, the simplest chord is not difficult for you. Then just keep repeating this chord, paying attention to the rhythm and time."

As he spoke, the old man stood up, took a metronome, adjusted it and placed it on the small table next to Kazuma.

The metronome pendulum began to swing back and forth, making a clicking sound.

The old man demonstrated the chord again to the rhythm of the metronome.

I did the same thing as Ma Yi, but it was obviously a snap.

"It's okay. It's normal for beginners to rush to take pictures. Just play more." The old man waved his hand and said to Kitagawa Saori, ""Country Road"."

"Hey, do you want to sing in English? I'm not good at English." Kitagawa Saori shook his head like a rattle.

"You can also sing the Japanese version with Xiaoxia's lyrics."

Kazuma frowned slightly.

Xiaoxia?

"The version she wrote lyrics also has an English part." Saori Kitagawa frowned.

"It's just country road, it's okay, Kiryu-sensei won't care about it."

"That's not the problem! I..." Saori Kitagawa glanced at Kazuma and put on the expression of a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, "Okay, I'll just sing."

The old man clapped his hands, sat back on the high stool, and then said to Kazuma: "You beginners will start first. We will join you when you get used to the rhythm."

Kazuma nodded and started playing the chord to the rhythm of the metronome.

As a result, I played it wrong the first time.

The old man said: "It doesn't matter if you are wrong, continue. Don't stop!"

"Understood, I'll do my best," Kazuma replied, continuing to repeat the chords.

He repeated it several times and gradually felt that he had grasped the key points. At this time, the old man nodded to Kitagawa Saori.

So Kitagawa Shaxuri opened his voice: "Country road~Tekomihong..."

Japanese English pronunciation and Wuma almost laughed out loud.

"He laughed at me!" Saori Kitagawa stopped and pointed at Kazuma.

Kazuma: "No, I just thought of happy things."

"What's the happy thing?" Kitagawa Saori was unexpectedly very cooperative.

But Kazuma couldn't bear it all of a sudden, so he couldn't say "my fox is pregnant", right?

The old man coughed: "Be serious. Kazuma, come back!"

Kazuma nodded honestly and started playing the chord that he had just broken.

The old man glanced at Kitagawa Saori who looked unhappy.

The latter sighed and started from the beginning again.

Kazuma didn't laugh this time, so Kitagawa Saori's humming continued.

The old man chose the right moment to join in the performance, and the two guitars and the heavenly voice combined into a moving minor tune.

Kazuma was surprised. He didn't expect that the simplest chord he played could actually become part of the music.

His fingers that plucked the strings also became more flexible and light.

He suspected that some temporary BUFF had been added to him.

After the song ended, the old man asked Kazuma: "How do you feel?"

Kazuma answered truthfully: "I'm touched. The seemingly plain and boring chords can actually become part of such a melody."

"This is the charm of music. But now there is a bad trend, which values ​​composers and despises arrangers and orchestrators. This is not good, very bad. I think a great composer should also be an arranger himself Only those who are experts in orchestration will do.

“Those great musicians in the past didn’t write each part of the symphony by themselves, figuring out where the violin should be, where the trumpet should be, and where the clarinet should be performed.

“Some composers today can’t play more than three instruments, which is ridiculous.”

The old man suddenly became filled with indignation.

Kazuma complained: "What you said just now is really rockin'."

The old man glanced at Kazuma and laughed.

Kazuma also laughed. After laughing, he asked the question that he was most worried about now: "Isn't this...guitar expensive? Did...you give it to me?"

"No." The old man shook his head.

Kazuma's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to carefully take the guitar off - what if the paint gets scratched off after being carried for a long time? What should I do if the sweat on my hands breaks the strings?

The old man looked at Kazuma and continued, "This is the wages paid to you in advance."

Kazuma stopped taking off the guitar strap and asked doubtfully: "What do you want to entrust me to do?"

The old man smiled and said nothing, then turned to Kitagawa Saori: "By the way, the Eagles' new vinyl has arrived."

"Really?" Beichuan Shaxuli was overjoyed, "I want to listen!"

"I knew you wanted to listen, come here."

"I also want to record it on tape and take it home to listen to!"

"The sound quality of the tapes will deteriorate. Haven't you convinced your dad to buy you a record player?"

The old man and Kitagawa Saori were talking while walking towards the record player placed in the corner of the store.

Kazuma, who was left alone, hesitated for a moment and followed.

Before following him, he didn't forget to turn off the metronome.

**

Sakurada Gate, Metropolitan Police Headquarters.

"I have no clue at all." Yukida Keishi threw down the file in his hand and sighed.

"It looks like we will be transferred to other cases soon." Yoshiaki Shimakata seemed to have accepted the status quo.

"Has the search headquarters changed to an 'existence system'? This is the first time I have experienced such a thing since I joined the company." Yukida Keishi said.

He is much younger than Shimagata Yoshiaki, so naturally he has not experienced so much.

The so-called existence system is similar to the existence of a fleet. It just needs to remain in existence, and there is no need to actually investigate anything.

"You haven't been to the 'Headquarters Floor', have you." Detective Takayama asked, "There are several search headquarters that maintain an existing system on that floor. Everyone is drinking tea and reading newspapers, waiting for the prosecution period to be called off. In a sense To be honest, this kind of life is quite enviable, at least I get off work on time every day.”

After Gao Shan finished speaking, everyone present laughed.

He is right. As long as you don't want to accumulate merit and increase in value, staying at the investigation headquarters of the existential system is a good way out.

Of course, there are also some passionate young people who want to solve difficult and unsolved cases and go to these tea yamen to work seriously.

Now these young people have basically become uncles and have begun to join in the same trend.

Detective Shiratori said: "Let's go have a meal later. After the investigation headquarters was transferred to the existential system, we have to have each investigation section do their own work. I don't know when the next action will be together, so we should commemorate it."

"You're right, it's time to celebrate." Shimagata Yoshiaki agreed.

The case made no progress and the investigation was shelved, but the detectives went to celebrate. The operation was successful but the patient died. Things like this are quite common in Japan.

Yukida Keishi picked up the phone on the table: "I'll make a reservation. But, who will pay for it?"

Detective Baitiao raised his hand: "I'll do it."

"Oh, Mr. Shiratori, it seems that the consultant position at Siling Heavy Industries is quite lucrative."

"Stop saying a few words and no one will think you are dumb." Shiratiao glared at the speaker.

At this time, Yukida Keishi was about to pick up the receiver when the phone suddenly started ringing loudly.

Yukida Keishi immediately picked up the phone: "Hello? Yes, it's the search headquarters. What?"

Yukida Keishi suddenly stood up. His move made the atmosphere in the search headquarters, which was originally filled with a relaxed atmosphere, become tense again.

"Say it again! Um, um, okay, got it!"

Keishi Yukida hung up the phone and said to Yoshiaki Shimakata: "The lead singer of URB band committed suicide by hitting the wall in the prison."

"What?" Shimakata Yoshiaki was shocked.

However, Gyoda Keishi continued to report: "In addition, URB band's new drummer Yoichi also attempted self-harm, but was stopped by the prison guards at the prison."

Yoshiaki Shimakata stood up: "I'll rush over right away."

Originally, the members of the URB band were all locked up in the Metropolitan Police Department, and were transferred to the Criminal Court after the interrogation, awaiting prosecution and subsequent processing.

Shimagata Yoshiaki once thought that the lawyer named Shibauda Hisashi would release the gang, but Shibauda Hisashi did not do so.

This made Yoshiaki Shimakata think that people like URB might really not be that important.

Afterwards, these people should be prosecuted for charges such as gathering a crowd to cause trouble and detained for six months to a year.

But now, everything has changed.

When Shimakata Yoshiaki, Yukida Keishi and Shiratori Detective Takayama arrived at the criminal office, lawyer Shibata Hisashi was already waiting at the entrance of the criminal office with his briefcase.

"Shimagata Police Department," Shibakuta looked at Shimagata Yoshiaki with evil intentions, "I suspect that my client was tortured in the prison. I will sue you on behalf of the mother of the deceased Takeshi Okada."

Yoshiaki Shimakata gasped.

Deaths in prisons may be exaggerated into scandals. When the wolves of the law and the crows of the newspaper office collude, the consequences will be disastrous.

Those big shots in the Metropolitan Police who wear gold watches are fine, they just bow and that's it.

The worst he could do was punish himself with three cups of wine and go to a remote place to serve as a police superintendent for a few years. When he came back, he would still be a strong candidate for police chief.

But the detective below was kicked out as a scapegoat and suffered a lot.

Gyoda Keishi took a step forward and asked, "How did you know the news faster than us?"

Shibauda said with a smile: "It's a coincidence. I just happened to accompany Takeshi Okada's mother to visit him today. The sad old mother is crying over there. The reporters must love this scene."

Yoshiaki Shimakata really wanted to punch the guy in front of him.

As a police officer who had survived all the way to the scene, he hated these gentle scum.

After I graduated from college, I naturally had a high status, and I also didn't do anything in human affairs all day long.

Shibata took off his glasses calmly for a long time, and then looked at Shimagata Yoshiaki: "Shimagata Police Department, if you want to do it now, you can do it now. I will take off the glasses myself, so you don't have to worry about the broken lenses blinding me and causing you to face An even more horrific lawsuit.”

Yoshiaki Shimakata gritted his teeth and tried to punch, but was stopped by Shiratori and Takayama.

"It's not worth it! Shimakata! It's not worth it!" Detective Shiratori said repeatedly, "He just wants to anger you! Why don't we go see the body and prove that Takeshi Okada's death is related to this guy's arrival today!"

Shiba Ikuta smiled again, and while putting on his glasses, he said: "When the incident happened, I was always in the visiting waiting room of the criminal office. There were friendly police officers watching me the whole time, and of course there was a newly installed closed circuit. The camera captures the entire process.

"What is this called in your jargon...oh, by the way, it's called alibi."

Shimakata Yoshiaki gritted his teeth and looked at Shibata Taku.

Detective Shiratori and Detective Takayama dragged him towards the prison.

Gyoda Keishi stood there and stared at Shiba Ikuta for a long time before turning around and catching up with his companions.

Shiba Ikuta pushed up his glasses, with a disdainful smile on his face.

At this time, he saw another figure entering the prison.

"Hey, it's the Maori detective. This is... your partner?"

The Maori detective held his gun in his hand and stared at Shiba Takuya fiercely.

His partner was a little chubby, but very kind: "My name is Megure, Megure Toshizo, lawyer Shibao. We have some questions to ask Okada Takeshi's mother, Ms. Okada. Do you want to attend?"

"Of course, I am Ms. Okada's attorney." Shiba Tashiba showed a completely different smile than before, looking like the cautious unknown lawyer again.

"Then, please come this way."

After Memu finished speaking, Detective Maori said, "Be honest. Although I'm not good at investigating, I have sharp eyes. No matter what little tricks you try, you won't be able to escape my eyes."

Shiba Ikuta nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course. I won't do anything. Keep my hands in your sight at all times, Detective Mori. But this way, I won't be able to take the briefcase. How about you help me take it? ?”

Detective Maori glanced at Megure, who nodded.

So the Maori detective reached out and took the briefcase from Shibauda Hisashi's hand, while his other hand remained ready to draw his gun at any time.

Mumu said: "Brother Maori, don't be so nervous. If the other party uses violence, they won't do it in the prison. This will be detrimental to them. Relax. If you act like this, I'm even worried that your gun will go off."

"Don't worry, I carefully maintain my firearms every day, which is different from those who don't oil their firearms for several years." Maori Goro said, staring at Shibaita Hisashi.