I teach kendo in Tokyo

Next, preparations for the barbecue were completed quickly.

Kazuma never imagined that there was a barbecue grill in his warehouse. Although it was very old, a family BBQ would be fine as long as it could be used.

As an injured person, he didn't need to participate in any preparations. He just needed to sit on the edge and watch the scenery.

He just sat there and watched Amao and the others light up the fire and fiddle with the barbecue grill. He suddenly remembered the food stalls on the roadside on the way to school when he was a child in his previous life.

The people selling mutton skewers are usually bearded men, and they sound like Chen Peisi at the Spring Festival Gala: WLMQ’s mutton skewers~

Kazuma cut off his memories and looked at the old cherry blossom tree that had no flowers.

At this time, the sound of guitar suddenly sounded in my ears.

He turned around and found Kitagawa Saori sitting not far from him, strumming the strings.

Kazuma: "You should prepare too! Do you want to sit back and enjoy the results?"

Kitagawa Saori: "Yes!"

Faced with this confident answer, Kazuma was speechless for a moment.

Nishikiyama Heita, who was helping to light up the fire, said: "It would be nice to listen to music while working. Let Miss Bai Feng... Oh no, I have already called you Sayaka Kitagawa at this time..."

"Sasori!"

"It's almost done." Nishikiyama Heita said while holding the fan in his hand and fanning it against the charcoal fire.

Thick smoke rose from the firewood.

Suddenly the wind turned to one side, and the smoke rushed towards Nishikiyama Heita's face.

Heita Nishikiyama, leader of the Nishikiyama group of the Kanto United Third Generation Organization, coughed violently.

Kitagawa Saori looked at him with a speechless face: "You are also a team leader after all. Now that your appearance is seen by the team members, I'm afraid it will make them feel rebellious."

Nishikiyama Heita smiled and said: "That's a worry that only the big groups who have been promoted to the Kanto United Direct Line have. A third-generation organization like ours, in addition to majestic collection of debts and rents, we also have to help deliver gas on street visits. Save cats, and sometimes repair sewers.”

"So miserable?" Beichuan Shaxuli was shocked.

"That's what happened when we stopped selling anesthetics. When I helped Sumitomo Construction evict people, the profits were very good. However, because some people resisted with all their strength, the business in this area was no longer possible. Sumitomo Construction could only purchase land at market prices. .”

Kazuma raised his eyebrows - does my resistance still have this effect? Have the nearby residents sold their land at a relatively reasonable price?

Saori Kitagawa didn't pay attention to Kazuma's expression at all. She asked what she was interested in: "Why are Kazama and his family withdrawing from the anesthetic business? What my father and grandfather think about day and night is to rush in and get a piece of the pie. "

Nishikiyama Heita's expression became serious. He raised his head and glanced at Saori Kitagawa and said, "Miss Kitagawa, you will understand if you go and see those drug addicts. If there is only one thing in this world that is pure evil, it must be Narcotics business.

"Although if you become a Yakuza, you won't be able to expect a blissful rebirth, but at least I personally hope that I can have an easier job in Abi Hell."

Kazuma looked at Nishikiyama Heita and suddenly said: "Nishikiyama, even if you say this here, I will send you to prison without mercy in the future."

"Ah, I know, I'm waiting for this day. Or rather, I'm waiting for you to wipe out all the Kanto United—no, wipe out the entire dark side of Tokyo. If you can do it."

Kitagawa Saori looked at Kazuma and asked, "What about me? I am the young master of Bai Fengfeng."

"First tell me what bad things you have done." He Ma said.

Kitagawa Saori thought for a while and said, "I helped my family kill Ruozhong who had dozens of hostile groups. Is this a bad thing?"

"It doesn't count, I've cut it too." Kazuma replied without thinking.

Sasuri Kitagawa said with a slight surprise: "You actually handed down a verdict on me without hesitation. Isn't this what a judge should do? Shouldn't a hero of justice abide by procedural justice?"

Kazuma was speechless for a moment, and he thought for a while before replying: "Then you shouldn't ask me this question. You should wait until I send you to court in the future, and let the judge answer it."

"Oh, how heartless you are. You caught a beautiful girl and you just want to take her to court." Kitagawa Saori teased, "You must be..."

"Are you two hungry?" Jinguji Tamamo appeared between the two of them and placed a plate with snacks between them. "It will take a while before we can eat the barbecue. If you are hungry, let's eat some pastries first." Pad your belly."

Kitagawa Saori glanced at the delicate pastries on the plate, cheered "Okay", grabbed a piece and threw it into his mouth.

After swallowing the pastry, she stuck out her tongue to clean up the sugar and cream on her fingers, and then continued to play with the guitar in her hand.

It was as if the topic just happened had never happened.

After Jinguji Tamamo put down the cakes, she went back to work on hers.

Kitagawa Saori fiddled with the strings and played an uncomplicated chord. Kazuma thought she was going to sing, but she just concentrated on playing.

Kazuma looked around the entire courtyard again, and then saw Akira Hanayama standing next to the courtyard wall, stretching his neck to look through, as if waiting for someone.

Kazuma: "Huashan! You're doing it in an honest way!"

Huashan turned around and explained hurriedly: "No, no, I was helping just now. Now I feel that the wine and takeout I ordered are due, so I came to wait."

"Takeout?" Kazuma frowned. He had traveled so long and only ordered takeout once last year when Chiyoko was sick. The ramen he ordered was expensive.

Hanayama replied: "Yes. The izakaya I often go to is called Unsenju. Recently, their business has been very poor due to the impact of previous incidents, so I went to them and ordered takeout to help."

As soon as Kazuma heard about Unsenju, he remembered: when he and Kitagawa Saori were fighting URB fans, he rode a Harley and picked up Unsenju's curtain stick and used it as a lance.

After the incident was over, Kazuma thought about apologizing. After all, the curtains are the front of the store, and the curtains in many stores have been used for a long time.

But then so many bad things happened, so I didn’t go and succeed.

This time Huashan ordered takeout, and he just wanted to apologize to the people in Yunxianju - no, the takeout delivery people are usually workers in the store, so he had to apologize to the shop owner.

While He Ma was making plans, Huashan shouted: "It's coming, it's coming! It's actually old Mama-san who personally delivered the things. I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it."

When Hema heard this, he thought it was just right, so he stood up and planned to greet him in person.

After all, I had taken someone else's curtain without their consent before, and it was my fault first. It was reasonable and reasonable to greet him and apologize at this time.

Kitagawa Saori saw him standing up and wanted to put down his guitar to help him. Kazuma waved his hand: "Who are you looking down on? Look, I can walk like flying now."

After saying that, he walked as fast as flying.

In fact, the area hit by the gun while walking quickly will still hurt, but it should be harmless.

When Kazuma came to the fence, he happened to see a TOYOTA pickup truck parked in front of his house. A spirited old lady was sitting in the bed of the pickup truck, holding a quite large box in her arms.

After the pickup truck stopped, the old lady lifted the box in her arms onto her shoulders, then picked up the bucket at her feet and stood up.

Huashan hurriedly came forward: "Give me your things first!"

"Be careful, it's heavy." The old lady said, putting down the bucket, taking the box off her shoulder and handing it to Huashan.

Huashan took it and almost dropped the box to the ground, but managed to hold on.

"Young man, you haven't exercised enough." The old lady mentioned the bucket she had just put down. He Ma heard the sound of glass clinking and blindly guessed that the bucket contained ice cubes and wine.

The little old lady got out of the car quickly, then patted the door: "Okay, thank you for driving me here!"

The uncle who was driving stretched his hand out of the car window and gave a thumbs up, and responded: "You're welcome, I'll leave first, old mother Guan Gen."

Huashan asked: "Is this your son?"

"Do you think we look alike? Don't be stupid. This is the owner of the electrical appliance store on the same street. They have no business there, so they closed the store early and took me here. Really, what are these rock fans doing? Bombing the police station will directly make life difficult for the neighbors."

The old lady named Sekine complained.

At this time, she finally noticed Kazuma who was watching the excitement, and then showed a surprised expression.

"Oh." The old lady carried a bucket of wine, clanged to Kazuma's side, and circled half a circle around him. "Oh, he is indeed a young hero like Nanosuke."

Kazuma, as a player of Laotaiko Resolute Den, took a few seconds to remember who Nanosuke was.

Honda Tadakatsu, whose name is Nabenosuke.

The moment he remembered, Kazuma once again looked at the top of the little old woman's head.

Nothing at all.

But there is no entry for Jinguji Tamamo either.

At this time, the little old lady complained again: "Oh, if I had known I had brought more wine, how could this be enough to drink? The young hero must also have a lot of alcohol."

Kazuma: "Um...Mom, I borrowed the curtain from your house before. It was really forced by the situation."

"It's okay, it's okay. My curtain is just a broken piece of bamboo. It's just a relic left by the old man back then, so I've always cherished it. It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter if it breaks!"

For a moment, Kazuma couldn't tell whether the old lady was being yin-yang or really open-minded. She should be... she was being yin-yang, right?

At this time, the door of the dojo opened.

Jinguji Tamamo went out with a smile: "Ah, I heard a strange voice and came out to take a look. I didn't expect it to be such a cute old lady."

Kazuma glanced at Tamamo in confusion. In Japan, the order of seniority is very strict. It would be rude to call the elders cute.

Then he heard the old lady gasp.

"TATATA..." The old lady seemed to be stuttering and kept pronouncing the same single sound.

Tamamo: "Tamamo, Jinguji Tamamo."

"Ah, it turns out you are the lady of the Jinguji family!" The old lady came back to her senses and immediately spoke fluently, "You and your mother-in-law look exactly the same! I thought my wife had come back from the dead!"

Jinguji Tamamo smiled and said: "Unfortunately, no. But I will try my best to be a woman like my mother and support the Jinguji family. Old man, are you an old acquaintance of my mother?"

Kazuma completely understood at this time that this old lady was probably not a human being. As for Tamamo's mother, it was most likely just nonsense, told to Hanayama, the only ordinary person present.

As for whether the two knew each other before - Kazuma guessed that they probably knew each other, otherwise the old lady would not be frightened like that.

The old lady replied to Tamamo: "My wife and I have met a few times, but we don't have a deep friendship. She is a gentle person. Even if we don't have much friendship, I can still feel her gentleness. When I heard that something happened to her, I am very depressed."

Kazuma looked at the old lady, not seeing any flaws at all.

"That's it. Then we have to have a good chat about my mother tonight. I hope you can tell me more." Tamamo said in a sincere tone.

"No, no! I remembered that I have something else to do tonight, so I'm leaving first..." The old lady said as she put the wine barrel on the ground and turned around.

Huashan: "The electric appliance store's bus has left. Reconstruction has begun around here. The station has been demolished. It's quite a long way to take the bus. Are you okay?"

The old lady was stunned.

At this time, Tamamo was already behind her. Tamamo bent down and lifted up the bucket of wine on the ground. He put his mouth to the old lady's ear and whispered, "I also want to ask you about growing old."

The old lady turned her head suspiciously, glanced at Tamamo, and asked in a low voice, "Are you starting too?"

Tamamo just smiled slightly, straightened up, glanced at Kazuma, and walked back to the entrance.

The old lady who was left hanging on the spot glanced at Kazuma, and suddenly had an "Oh, I understand" expression on her face, and then quickly followed Tamamo's footsteps and entered the house.

Huashan was relieved at this time. He had just been holding on with a sullen face. It seemed that the box was really heavy.

Now he finally saw hope that he could put down the box.

**

An hour later, all the guests of honor at the Kiryu Dojo gathered under the blossomless cherry blossom tree in the backyard.

The members of the Tokyo University Kendo Club probably got the news from Takamizawa-senpai, and they all came over.

Chiyoko blocked the courtyard door and asked each of them to collect the money for the barbecue before letting them in.

Akira Shiratori, the eldest, led everyone in a toast to Kazuma: "To celebrate the return of the leader of the Kiryu Dojo! Cheers!"

Kazuma raised his juice and shouted with everyone: "Cheers!"

To be honest, I feel a little uncomfortable not being able to drink at this time, and when I think about it carefully, now that I am a strong man who has killed people, I still have to abide by the law and cannot drink. I always feel that something is wrong.

But not drinking is probably good news for the stomach that has just suffered a heavy blow.

After three rounds of drinking, Hanayama Akira, who was obviously drunk, stood up and shouted: "Meiji University, Hanayama Akira! Now, I'm going to write a haiku!"

Everyone booed together.

Huashan pondered for a while and shouted loudly: "Meiyu!"

He stopped and looked up at the sky.

The moon is bright today, the stars are sparse, and there is no rain at all.

The first sentence of the haiku should use seasonal features to express the season.

Meiyu is obviously out.

Huashan took another sip of wine and tried again: "Wan Ying..."

Everyone looked at the old cherry tree without a single flower.

Senior Takeshi Hanagi, who had just returned from school, booed loudly: "Is it okay to study at Meiji University?"

The little senior sister Miu Amanaka was obviously too drunk. She jumped up and stepped on the table, shouting: "That's right! Meiji University students, can you do it! Are you still called the Empire's double wall with our Tokyo University?"

He Ma yelled at the little senior sister: "Senior sister, the empire is over! There is not even ashes left!"

"Ah, yes, mine!" Miyu Ganzhong patted her chest, "I'll punish myself with a drink."

Then Miu Amanaka grabbed a cup of Gudu Gudu and drank it all.

Kazuma couldn't help but sigh: Aomori is also northeast of Tokyo. Northeastern ladies are so fierce.

After the senior drank, she picked up another large glass, raised it high and shouted: "Here's to General Li Mei who burned down the decayed empire!"

Kazuma was startled, but then he thought about it, these were students from Tokyo University. Ten years ago, they were holding high the red flag and planning to make Japan take an unimagined path.

So he raised his (orange juice) glass and shouted, "Here's to Spruance!"

The atmosphere suddenly became more enthusiastic.

At this time, Shiratori Kenji also raised his glass and shouted: "Here's to MacArthur!"

Everyone suddenly fell silent and looked at Shiratori Kenji.

Kazuma couldn't hold back and burst into laughter: "What do you want to pay him, a Christmas offensive?"

Most of the people here are top academics, and naturally they all know the story of the Christmas Offensive, and they all started laughing together.

At this moment, Kazuma suddenly understood that this is a kind of international reputation! Being able to turn the Japanese Emperor MacArthur into an object of ridicule among Japanese people is such a prestige!

In a joyful atmosphere, the barbecue banquet continued.

When it was late at night, the tired young people lay on the floor, while the rosy-faced middle-aged people stood up and said goodbye to Kazuma.

"I'm going back to the team's office." Nishikiyama Heita said this, and then took out his coat from under Hanayama's body sleeping on the ground and took it in his hand, "I'm leaving. I feel that there will be an uneasy period in the future. In the days to come, I'm afraid many people will die in the battle with the Fushou Gang of the True Boxing Club. If I can't come back, I apologize in advance and I won't be able to be a stepping stone for your promotion."

After saying that, Jinshan Heita turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Detective Shiratori and his eldest son, who was still conscious, lifted up the unconscious Shiratori Kenji, nodded to Kazuma, and turned around to leave.

Hanabusa Takashi and his partner Wakamiya Daisuke followed Shiratori and his son, and Hanabusa Takashi winked at Kazuma.

After watching several people leave, Kazuma glanced at the yard and found that the old woman from Yunxianju was nowhere to be seen.

She must have been drinking among the crowd just now.

So Kazuma turned to Jinguji Tamamo, who was covering the fallen man with a towel, and asked loudly: "Is the mother-in-law from Unzenju back?"

"Yes, a pickup truck will pick her up around ten o'clock." Tamamo replied.

Kazuma shrugged.

I don’t know what Tamamo and the mother-in-law - her name is Sekine Granny - were talking about, and how they were going.

He picked up the unfinished orange juice and took a big sip.

Tamamo: "I just asked Granny Sekine about a lot of parenting issues."

He Ma squirted a mouthful of orange juice two meters away.

People who practice martial arts have a large lung capacity.

Tamamo chuckled.

At this time, Kitagawa Saori played his beloved guitar and sang softly.

Kazuma: "The song I gave you?"

"Yeah, no?" Kitagawa Saori replied angrily, and then continued to play and sing, looking up at the bright moon while singing.

Kazuma suddenly thought that he didn't know how Kitagawa Saori would react if he said that the moonlight was beautiful at this time.

So he said: "The moonlight is so beautiful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kitagawa Saori's guitar suddenly broke a string.

"What are you talking about!" Kitagawa glared at Kazuma.

Kazuma pointed at the moon: "Isn't the moonlight beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, beautiful, beautiful!"

"What do you think I'm talking about?"

"Ask Natsume Soseki yourself!"

"He's dead!"

"Then go down and ask! Aren't you a hero? Like Sun Wukong, go to the underworld and find someone to ask!"

Kazuma shrugged and found Jinguji looking over, so he spread his hands.

Saori Kitagawa played the guitar again. This time she sang not the song Kazuma gave her, but the song was familiar to Kazuma.

She sang "The Straw Hat Song", the theme song of the movie "Witness".

Kazuma: "This song isn't rock at all, is it?"

Kitagawa Saori rolled her eyes and changed to "Hotel California" by the Eagles.

Kazuma glanced at the yard in front of him, which was filled with college students staggering around after drinking, and thought that the lyrics of this song really fit the situation.

The day ended with Kitagawa Saori's guitar and singing.

**

Early the next morning, Kazuma woke up from his dream.

He just dreamed of the Santu River and the sea of ​​flowers blooming on the other side.

Faceless figures stood in a row in the sea of ​​flowers, looking at him silently.

Kazuma sat up and held his forehead.

When he woke up a little, he touched the healed wound on his waist.

The pain has been greatly reduced, and I don't even feel much when I press lightly.

Jinguji has submitted an application to the school to extend his sick leave and it has been approved, so Kazuma does not have to rush to class yet and can continue to "recuperate at home."

Jinguji said that as long as you remember to hand in the reports and stuff, your credits won’t fall too far.

But today, Kazuma does not plan to continue recuperating at home.

If you stay at home and do nothing, how can you be worthy of the souls of the dead and the gratitude of their families to you.

Kazuma got out of bed in high spirits, put on his clothes and went to wash up.

He had just finished washing up and went to the restaurant to drink wheat tea to wake up when he heard the ringing of a bicycle outside the house.

He stretched his head and glanced at the entrance, just in time to see Amao open the door and come in.

Amao didn't go to the dojo, probably because the dojo was closed now.

Kazuma: "Amao, did you just finish your part-time job?"

"Yes, I just finished delivering the newspaper. I brought in today's morning newspaper, Master."

"Leave it at the door." Kazuma said, looking at the clock in the restaurant. After confirming that there was still time before Amao went to school, he said to Amao, "Go buy a map of Tokyo now. You need to draw all the water systems clearly. That kind of thing.”

"I understand, is it okay to buy the kind you can buy at a convenience store?" Amao confirmed.

Kazuma: "That's fine."

At this point in time, convenience stores are an advanced thing. They sell everything and can pay utility bills. They are a symbol of modern life.

Amao turned around and went out again.

Chiyoko, who was making breakfast, asked: "Brother, what are you going out to investigate again?"

"...Investigating some matters of concern." Kazuma could only answer.

After all, according to the official announcement from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the prisoner who caused the explosion has been killed.

And according to common sense, this person should also be dead. Even if he had a body armor on him, the few shots fired on him had no effect, and the gunshot wounds and knife wounds on his shoulders would not have allowed him to survive in the water.

Body armor itself is also a killer move. In this era, Kevlar has not yet become popular, and body armor is made of steel plates.

In addition, when he fell into the water, there were police patrol boats and helicopters on the river. Both sides of the river were blocked by the police, so he could only swim.

No one thought it was possible for the man to survive after falling into the water.

Apart from hallucinations and dreams, Kazuma had no evidence that the man was still alive.

So he had to investigate on his own.

This development is really a bit like "Police Story". The super policeman cannot borrow official power for various reasons and can only investigate alone.

This couldn't be more classic.

Chiyoko glanced at Kazuma and seemed to understand something from his serious expression, so she sighed: "Remember to come back with your hands and feet intact."

"Don't worry, even if I become a ghost, I will still find my way home." Kazuma joked.

Chiyoko: "I'll hit you! Don't say such unlucky words!"

Kazuma smiled, and then naturally changed the topic: "The breakfast you prepared today is a bit large."

"Nonsense, there are so many senior students from Dongda University sleeping on the second floor. Of course we have to prepare breakfast for them."

"Are you so kind today? What about the meal expenses?" Kazuma asked in surprise.

"First of all, I have always been kind. Secondly, I received a lot of money from them for the barbecue yesterday, but in fact we didn't pay much for the barbecue. The charcoal was saved in the winter. Only part of the meat and vegetables were bought by ourselves. The rest were Middle school sister Gan and the old woman from Yunxianju brought it here."

Kazuma: "So you decided to make breakfast for everyone to make yourself feel more at ease when counting money?"

"Yes." Chiyoko said.

Kazuma looked his sister Chiyoko up and down again.

Good guy, at such a young age, she has mastered the knack of capitalists appeasing workers!

Chiyoko placed a breakfast in front of Kazuma: "If you are in a hurry to go out in the morning, you can eat first."

Kazuma looked at the well-fried candied eggs and the toasted bread slices, and just as he was about to open the door, a bicycle bell rang outside the door.

Then Amao opened the door and rushed in with a map.

"I bought the map."

Kazuma: "Bring it over and put it on the table."

Amao quickly changed his shoes and ran over, spreading the map on the table.

Kazuma picked up a piece of bread without spreading the sauce and looked at the map while eating.

"Yesterday... no, 20 days ago, on this bridge, the target dived." He quickly found the bridge he was looking for, and then moved his fingers down the river across the bridge.

Amao asked doubtfully: "Master, what are you looking for?"

"Under a state of high police alert," Kazuma explained while eating bread, "if the other party is alive and has not been discovered by the police, there is only one possibility. That is, there is his hiding place by the river. He can hide immediately after landing ashore. This is the most reasonable guess."

Amao was shocked: "Do you think the prisoner is not dead?"

Kazuma shook his head: "No, I was just in case. After all, the police have not recovered the body yet."

His finger had reached Tokyo Bay by now.

Kazuma was speechless: "Tokyo Bay... It seems that we need to get a hydrogeographic atlas of Tokyo Bay."

"I'll get it right now!" Amao turned to leave, but Hema stopped him.

"Are you stupid? You have to go to the library or archives. These places are open and you have classes. Come to school for me. Lend me your bicycle." He Ma said.