I teach kendo in Tokyo

Da Zhang Weiming returned to his studio from the Kiryu Dojo, took out the music score that night, and showed it to his assistant.

"Is this Kiryu-sensei's work?" the assistant asked after glancing at it.

Dazhang was surprised because the score he wrote did not indicate the creator, so he asked: "How do you know?"

"There is something similar in Kiryu-sensei's work that Weekly Fang Chun stole, but the sound quality is very poor and not as stunning as this one. It seems that this song is finally completed."

Da Zhang Weiming said "Oh", and then muttered: "It turns out that it was not improvised on the spot, but that I had an idea for a long time. It's okay, otherwise I don't know how many people's self-esteem would be completely shattered."

The assistant asked strangely: "Teacher Da Zhang, what happened?"

The assistant has a bit of a Mutsu accent.

Zhang Weiming recounted everything that had just happened in the Kiryu Dojo, and his assistant immediately expressed admiration: "As expected of Kiryu-sensei, he is indeed a figure who will shock the Japanese pop music scene. Why should such a person study at the University of Tokyo? He goes to the Metropolitan Police Department and fights with those dangerous elements all day long. His greatest contribution to the world is that he can write songs with peace of mind."

Da Zhang Weiming sighed: "Maybe this is the difference between you and me and Teacher Kiryu. Do you know the Six Arts of the Gentleman in China?"

"You mean playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Zhang Weiming shook his head: "No, no, that's not the case. The great writers and thinkers in ancient China all had to be proficient in riding, archery and swordsmanship. Confucius himself was said to be good at driving a chariot, and the poet Li Bai practiced martial arts since he was a child, so Only then can you look up to the sky and laugh loudly, go out, and conquer the world with one person and one sword."

The assistant's eyes widened: "Is that so?"

"That's it, so Teacher Kiryu, who has experienced several lives and deaths, can write things that we can't write. On the way back, I comforted myself like this: If the price of acquiring this talent is to live and die again and again, then I still choose To be an arranger sitting in his music room scratching his head and looking for inspiration.”

Da Zhang Weiming shook his head with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

At this time, the assistant said: "Teacher Da Zhang, do you want to try taking this class?"

As he spoke, the assistant handed over a leaflet.

"What?" Da Zhang Weiming asked doubtfully.

"It was sent together with the letter today. I thought it was an advertising letter, so I opened it directly. This leaflet was inside."

Da Zhang Weiming took the flyer with confusion and read the text on it: "Are you still worried about lack of inspiration? The meditation course will help you get rid of distracting thoughts and trace the traces of the God of Music."

After reading it, he directly patted his assistant on the head: "Are you an idiot? How can such a suspicious leaflet be taken seriously at first sight!"

After saying that, Da Zhang Weiming threw the flyer into the shredder next to the workbench - this shredder was used to process the scraps of Da Zhang Weiming's usual song writing.

In the past, he always balled up scraps and threw them aside. There would often be scraps of paper on the floor at the end of the day. So the assistant bought this shredder and regularly cleaned the shredded paper in the shredder.

The shredder senses that paper is being thrown in, and immediately starts working, cutting the flyers into thin strips like noodles and placing them into the attached basket.

**

On Kazuma's side, Honami checked in the next afternoon, dragging her suitcase.

In addition to the suitcase, Honami also brought a watermelon and carried it into the house in a net bag.

Kazuma's mouth watered when he saw the watermelon. Watermelon in Japan is really expensive, and poor families are reluctant to eat it.

Chiyoko also saw the watermelon at a glance and immediately went to meet it: "I'll take it to the water and let it cool down."

"Put it in water, cut it in half and put it in the refrigerator!" Kazuma was still thinking like a Chinese, and next he planned to dig it out with a spoon and eat it.

Cutting into pieces and eating so much watermelon juice will drain away, what a waste!

Chiyoko looked embarrassed: "Cut it in half? Put it in the refrigerator? Isn't this... inappropriate?"

In Japan, watermelon is usually chilled after being cut into pieces. The way to cool down the watermelon before cutting is usually to get a basin of tap water and put the watermelon in it, which will cool down the watermelon.

Kazuma didn't know why the Japanese did this, and he didn't want to follow this habit, so he acted like the head of the family: "Just do as I say. If there's no room in the refrigerator, just take out the things that don't need to be refrigerated first." come out."

Chiyoko: "Okay... well, you have the final say."

She carried the watermelon and headed to the kitchen.

Honami left the luggage and other things to the Suzuki butler, stood in front of Kazuma, and gently brushed her hair.

Kazuma: "Did you get a new hairstyle?"

"Well, a professor I respected at school told me that my previous hairstyle would give people the impression that I would get married as soon as I graduate and become a housewife. It doesn't look like a modern woman at all."

Honami has always had a traditional princess hairstyle before, but now she has changed into the popular hairstyle introduced by Seiko Matsu, and she does look more like a modern professional woman than before.

He Ma joked: "You change your hairstyle whenever you want. Didn't your grandpa get mad?"

"I lost my temper, but I'm not afraid." Honami showed a confident smile, "Anyway, I even pushed through the marriage, so I have nothing to fear. I just took this opportunity to show off with my grandfather, saying that I want to run for parliament, like Thatcher."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows, he could already imagine Mr. Nanjo bursting his blood vessels.

Honami patted Kazuma and said, "It's okay. Grandpa and I have reconciled. We didn't hide here just because we had a falling out with our family.

"Butler Suzuki yelled at my grandfather this time, 'Hiro, as a parent, shouldn't you go all out to support Honami?' Eriko will cry when she sees you as a narrow-minded person." I was shocked instead. Woolen cloth."

Hearing this, Kazuma couldn't help but glance at the stairs leading to the second floor. Butler Suzuki should be putting luggage on the second floor.

"How could that old man Suzuki do this?" he asked doubtfully.

"I'm also shocked. Grandpa is actually called 'Hiro'." Honami couldn't help but laugh after saying this, showing the neat teeth that are rare for Japanese women.

Kazuma also laughed. Nanjo Hiro is such a majestic old man, and it really doesn't go well with the title X-chan.

"But in short, everything turns out well!" Honami paused and touched her bangs again, "You haven't told me what this hairstyle is like."

Kazuma gave a thumbs up: "It's very good. Hurry up to the dojo and show Bizen Nagafune Ichimonzon Masamune. He must like it."

Honami laughed loudly and hit Kazuma, obviously taking it as a joke.

She bent down, took off her shoes and put on slippers, and then naturally took Kazuma's arm: "Take me to see the house where I will live in these two months."

"Invite this way, my distinguished lady." Kazuma said in English in a British manner, while making an inviting gesture towards the wooden staircase of his house that was absolutely Japanese-style.

Honami nodded, and then led Kazuma up to the second floor.

"The first room is Takamizawa-senpai's... By the way, didn't you stay on the second floor during the pajama party before?" Kazuma suddenly remembered this, "There is no need for me to introduce it to you again."

"Oh, the process still needs to be done, and at that time we were all sleeping in Qingliu's current room, and we never went to the next door."

Kazuma wanted to shrug, but his shoulders were now under weight, and his upper arms were stuck in the mud like the German army in front of Moscow, unable to shrug.

The door of Qingliu's room is wide open, and the furnishings inside can be seen at a glance.

Although she had only lived there for a few weeks, the room was already completely dyed with her color. There were open music magazines scattered everywhere, comics that she had read were thrown aside, and the bedrolls on the floor were not put away at all.

Her Sui Shi Qing Yu was placed in the corner, with a small vest thrown on top.

All in all, it looks very rock 'n' roll at first glance. If you leave it alone, it will probably soon become a mountain of garbage and "grow" cockroaches and rats.

Honami: "It seems like Seiryu has completely adapted to life in the dojo."

Kazuma: "Chiyoko, come and see Seiryu's room..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the patter of footsteps, and then Qingliu, who was wearing a small vest and denim hot pants, rushed up to the second floor, her ponytails flying high because she rushed so fast.

"I'll take care of it right away! Xiaoqian, don't come up! Give me half an hour!"

After saying that, Haru Liu glared at Kazuma fiercely, rushed into his room, and slammed the door shut.

Honami smiled broadly: "It's so energetic. I can't believe that I just experienced something like that not long ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingliu opened a crack in the door and stared at Honami: "Yes, I am super strong, understand."

Kazuma: "Okay, we understand. Next time you are lonely at night, don't get into my bed."

"I've never been through it!" Qingliu shouted, then slammed the door shut.

Honami: "Has she drilled it?"

"No." Kazuma looked regretful, and then he changed the subject, "Honami, aren't you hot like this?"

Honami: "It's okay, but if Kazuma gets hot, then..."

She let go of Kazuma's arm, and the part of her clothes that had just been pressed against Kazuma was soaked with sweat.

Honami: "I'll change my clothes later. It should be much better if I wear cool clothes like Seiryu."

At this time, Hema had doubts about the necessity of buying an air conditioner.

It seems like - it's not bad without air conditioning?

At this time, Butler Suzuki came out of 203, where Honami was staying, and said to her, "Miss, the room is ready."

"Okay." Honami left Kazuma and entered her room.

Kazuma followed him in, and as soon as he entered the door, he found a bed in the house.

"This bed is?"

Kazuma asked in surprise. Everyone in Kiryu Dojo sleeps in the traditional Japanese way, sleeping on the floor with bedrolls and tidying up the bedrolls after sleeping.

Although Kazuma would habitually use words like "get out of bed" and "get up", there was no bed at all in the Kiryu Dojo.

Honami: "This must have just been assembled. I'm still used to sleeping on the bed."

Kazuma thought about the luggage that the Suzuki butler had just brought up: although the suitcase was large, it was obviously not big enough to fit a bed.

Honami immediately understood what Kazuma was wondering about and explained directly: "The bed parts are delivered through the window."

Kazuma was shocked and hurried to the window to look down, just in time to see a crane retracting its load-bearing bracket and switching to walking mode.

Although he has seen Honami's lack of common sense in certain aspects over and over again, this is too common sense!

Honami also came to him, leaning shoulder to shoulder and looking out: "The view is surprisingly good, it's obviously only the second floor."

Kazuma smiled bitterly and said: "That's because many of the surrounding houses have been demolished, so the view will naturally be better. When the buildings built by Sumitomo Construction are built, the view will not be as good."

Although Sumitomo Construction has promised that the new apartment building will be distanced from the dojo so as not to affect the lighting of the dojo, the view will definitely be blocked.

The crane downstairs made a loud engine sound and left puffing out smoke.

Also leaving together were trucks carrying cargo.

Only Nanjo's bulletproof Lincoln was left in front of the Kiryu Dojo.

Honami: "Please give me your advice in the next two months or so. I will work hard to improve my swordsmanship! After all, living here and learning swordsmanship is the main purpose."

Kazuma: "Don't worry, I will train you hard."

"Then please," Honami whispered in Kazuma's ear, "Master~Father~"

Along with the soft voice came the fragrance of white plums.

Then the mood was ruined by the unpretentious drifting of an unpretentious mid-range sedan.

The car parked next to Lincoln, and then the person in the car opened the door and jumped out.

Mikako threw her bulging sports bag behind her back, spread her legs, put her hands on her hips, took a deep breath, and then shouted: "Kazuma! I'm coming!"

She wore a T-shirt, the hem of which was pulled up and tied into a knot, exposing her belly openly, and the lower body was denim hot pants of the same style as Qingliu.

Those strong white legs were a bit dazzling in the sun.

Kazuma: "I see you, stop shouting!"

"Oh! Kazuma! Honami is here too. Hey, Honami, why did you get such a perm? Hahaha, can you still wear a ponytail with this hairstyle? How can you wear a mask when practicing kendo without a ponytail?"

Kazuma turned to look at Honami, and only then did he remember that there was still this problem.

Honami: "It's okay if you prick it, it will return to its original shape after you put it down. I'm using the latest negative ion styling."

Kazuma sighed: Have you started using negative ions to make money now? He remembered that when he was in junior high school in his previous life, air conditioners were still promoting negative ion fresh air.

Thinking like this, Kazuma couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the latest negative ion styling results. He knew that girls actually hate others touching her hair, but he just couldn't hold back his hand.

Honami didn't seem to care at all, she just looked at Kazuma.

Mikako squatted on the eaves outside the window and looked at them: "When did you get to this point? I thought Dandanzi was ahead."

Honami was startled and took two steps back.

Kazuma: "Don't go to the house just because you don't agree with me."

"You obviously got on much faster than me. Ah, Honami's room actually has a bed!" Mikako squeezed into the room from Kazuma and lay down directly on Honami's bed, "It's so soft! So springy! Kazuma, me too I want a bed!”

At this moment, Mikako reminded Kazuma of his inexperienced self who saw a spring mattress for the first time in his previous life.

Honami: "I brought it myself. How could Kazuma buy a bed? You're overthinking it."

"Yeah, that's right." Mikako climbed up and stood in front of Kazuma, "Anyway, I'm here! The room next door is mine!"

"These two months are yours."

"Yeah, don't worry so much about the details. I'll go to the room over there now! You two can continue what you just wanted to do." Mikako said and winked at Kazuma.

Honami said to her, "Let me help you."

"There's nothing you can do for me. I just have this bag. I'll just borrow a bed from Xiaoqian later."

Honami nodded, then looked at Mikako's cool outfit and said, "Then let me change my clothes."

After saying that she looked at Kazuma.

Kazuma understood: "I'm here to help you!"

Then he and Mikako were thrown out by Honami.

Mikako: "Why was I thrown out too?"

Before she finished speaking, Qingliu opened the door. Looking past her small body, she could see that the room had been tidied up.

Haru Liu stared at Mikako's hot pants outfit for a few seconds, then slammed the door, and then the sound of quickly changing clothes came from the room.

When she opened the door again, Haruyu changed into a pleated skirt and a short-sleeved shirt with puff sleeves.

Kazuma: "Aren't you afraid of being exposed if your skirt is so short?"

Qingliu glared at him and closed the door again. When she opened the door again, she put on shorts under her skirt.

Mikako: "If you wear pants under a skirt, you will be scolded by the life teacher. I often get scolded like this when it is cold."

Qingliu: "I want you to take care of it!"

After saying that, she went downstairs with brisk steps.

Honami opened the door and came out at this time. She didn't mind wearing matching clothes with Mikako. She was also dressed in hot pants and a T-shirt, but she didn't roll up the hem to expose her belly.

Kazuma suddenly felt that this old Japanese-style corridor immediately became much brighter, after all, there were four big white legs providing lighting.

Honami: "How?"

"Not bad, but your hairstyle is suitable for a dress, and this one is more suitable for a single ponytail..."

Mikako got up from the ground and deliberately flipped her ponytail with a big movement.

Honami turned around and went back into the house. After a while, she came out wearing a new dress. The material was much thinner than the one she started with.

Kazuma: "I thought you were going to wear a ponytail... Do you like the new hair style that much?"

"It's okay." Honami smiled.

Mikako: "Smelly."

"Mikako, we haven't sparred for a long time, right?" Honami asked with a smile.

"Well, yes. How about a game? I've long wanted to try it out to see if I've become stronger recently."

Kazuma looked at Mikako's level and judged that she was going to lose again, but he didn't say anything.

The three of them went downstairs and happened to see Tamamo Jinguji open the door and come in.

Tamamo was carrying a very small bag by herself.

Mikako asked curiously: "Danzi, will you start moving in today too? Just a few luggages?"

"Yeah. Because I usually stay here except when I don't sleep here. The daily necessities have been moved almost all the time. Clothes and other things are all placed in the empty wardrobe in Chiyoko's room."

Kazuma thought about it and realized that it was true that Tamamo often changed clothes at home. Before, Kazuma always thought that she used magic, or that her clothes were simply made of fox fur, just like her hair.

Tamamo opened the small bag in her hand and showed everyone the contents: "This time I just brought toothbrushing equipment and some skin care products."

Honami: "That's right. As expected of you, you are invulnerable anytime and anywhere."

"Of course, I have been taught this way since I was a child, 'to become a role model for Yamato Nadeshiko' and so on."

"What a strict tutor." Honami praised.

"We are each other. By the way, Honami, you have learned ballroom dancing. This time you live here, teach me."

"Ah, then I also want to learn Japanese dance. Dandanzi wouldn't mind teaching me, right?"

Kazuma and Mikako had already stepped aside. Mikako asked Kazuma in a low voice: "How about I play a game with you first?"

"That's fine. As a master, I need to confirm your growth."

Kazuma decisively agreed.

But Honami immediately turned around and said to Mikako: "Even if you are a master, you have to talk about first come, first served. And how strong Mikako is, with the master's strength, you can understand it just by watching the two of us fight."

Kazuma thought no, I only need to look at the tops of your heads to understand.

His golden finger is really suitable for teaching. You can clearly see how the apprentice is practicing and whether he is working hard or not by looking at the top of his head.

Honami pulled Mikako to the dojo without saying a word.

Tamamo: "Then I'll put things away first, and then I'll go cheer for you two."

After saying that, she passed Kazuma and went to Chiyoko's room.

Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and entered the dojo.

**

Mikako knelt on her knees: "I lost!"

"This is the tenth consecutive defeat. A total of 20 copies were taken away, and I didn't get any of them. This is too bad." Qingliu, who was kneeling next to him to learn, said, "Mikako, although you were taken away from me You look very embarrassed, but you look pretty cool when you just give in."

Mikako raised her head sharply and glared at Haru with an expression that was clearly pretending to be sad and angry: "Damn it! Why can you, a little kid like you, still defeat me? I can't beat Honami, so why can't I beat you?"

"Just give up." Seiryu raised her chin and pointed at Honami with her thumb, "I'm stronger than that."

"I don't believe it! Attack!" Mikako jumped up from her knees at an astonishing speed, grabbed Seiryu's armpits with both hands, and lifted her up!

But this time Seiryu was not at all as panicked as when she was attacked before. She calmly stepped on Mikako's face and forced him to fly backwards.

Then Mikako's body fell backward according to the principle of conservation of momentum——

Qingliu turned over in the air and landed on the ground. When the twin tails fell down, they looked like a pair of wings.

She flicked her ponytails and let out a "hum".

Mikako lay on the ground and began to recite Toyotomi Hideyoshi's desperate poem-the reason why he chose this poem was probably because Toyotomi Hideyoshi's nickname was "Monkey".

Kazuma doesn't have a good impression of Toyotomi Hideyoshi. After all, he is someone who plans to invade Korea and then invade China. He plays Koei Company's Sengoku-themed game. Except for Taiko Roshiden, which forces Hideyoshi to be used before opening other characters, he basically I will not choose Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

Isn’t it fun to play Oda Nobunaga? Isn’t Sister Uesugi delicious? Even if you choose Hojo and farm in Odawara, it would still be fun.

Kazuma was about to interrupt Mikako's singing when Honami spoke up: "When Haru said she was stronger than me before, I wanted to say it. It seems we haven't had a serious fight yet, right?"

Seiryu: "Indeed... no. But I can chop with Kazuma. Look, there are still traces of me on Kazuma's belly!"

Mikako sat up: "That statement just now seemed a bit erotic?"

Seiryu ignored Mikako, raised her arm, and pointed at the knife wounds on it: "Look at these, these were all left to me by Kazuma! I almost won with the chop!"

"But you still didn't win. You almost won and you won, one in the sky and one on the earth. You can't beat Kazuma, so how can you be sure that you are better than me?" Honami asked.

She began to exude a fierce aura.

Kazuma knew from one look that she was serious about it.

Qingliu must have felt this as well.

"Yeah... I understand." Haru Liu looked at Honami with a serious expression, "I just happened to have changed into kendo uniform, so I'll fight with you till the end."

Just when Mikako and Honami were fighting and making very philosophical sounds, Seiryu ran to put on her kendo uniform.

In the past, the Kiryu Dojo's kendo uniforms were not divided into different persons, and whoever wanted to use them could wear them. However, these days, Kazuma has a lot of free time, so he wrote the surname of the dojo disciples on the front of each kendo uniform, so that everyone can wear it. People now have their own exclusive kendo uniform.

The board in front of Honami says "Nanjo" and Haruru says "Hakumine".

Not to mention, after adding the surname, the dojo suddenly felt more formal, like a place where kendo was taught rather than ninjutsu.

Although recently there are still many people coming here wanting to see ninjutsu.

Seiryu picked up Mikako's bamboo sword from the ground and stood directly opposite Honami.

When Mikako saw this posture, she stopped reciting the desperate poem and quickly climbed up to the apprentice's position and sat upright on her hands and feet.

Kazuma also sat up straight.

There is still a slight gap between Honami and Seiryu in terms of level, and Seiryu's actual combat skills should be far stronger than Honami's.

Moreover, Qingliu's entry seems to be of a higher level, after all, there is no explanation.

However, Honami's entry on Haiyan seems to contain the element of becoming stronger when strong.

After all, "Let the storm come more violently" is a famous line in Gorky's "Petrel".

A serious fight between the two might help Kazuma further understand the value of the entry.

Honami and Seiryu confront each other.

Both of them were very serious, so the atmosphere in the dojo became serious.

The wind picked up Haru's twin ponytails and Honami's single ponytail, causing confetti that came from nowhere to swirl on the wooden floor of the dojo——

Wait, where is the wind coming from inside?

Kazuma turned his head and looked at the electric fan in the corner. Chiyoko was about to stand up. Apparently she had just turned the wind power to the maximum.

Chiyoko:?

Kazuma turned his head and continued to pay attention to the heated confrontation between the two.

The sound of shamisen rang out.

Kazuma turned around and looked around again, and saw Tamamo come in holding the shamisen at some point and sitting next to Mikako.

Because it seemed appropriate to ring the shamisen at this time, Kazuma ignored it and continued to pay attention to the two people in the confrontation.

Qingliu: "Master and senior sisters have really prepared a grand occasion."

No, I'm not prepared, it comes as it happens.

Honami: "Isn't this just right? Today we need to find out who is the second-largest combat force in this dojo."

Kazuma: "Well, people who practice martial arts should pay attention to their points. Please pay attention to your martial arts ethics."

Before she could finish her words, Seiryu rushed towards Honami.

Honami held the sword calmly in the middle, seemingly preparing to cut it off.

But Seiryu suddenly thrust the bamboo sword into the ground, and using the friction of the first leather, he used the bamboo sword as a pole for pole vaulting, and launched a volley kick at Honami!

Chiyoko shouted: "Stop! This is completely against the rules of kendo!"

Kazuma raised a hand to stop Chiyoko from continuing.

Honami stepped to the side, dodged the flying kick, and planned to strike Haru with her sword in the air, but the bamboo sword in Haru's hand interfered with the attack.

After Qingliu landed, she didn't waste any time adjusting her posture, and relied on the strength of her ankles to forcefully reverse the direction.

It was a good thing that she was small, otherwise her ankle would have been twisted if she did this.

Qingliu is already short, and running with her body pressed against the ground will make her even shorter, just like flying close to the ground.

Honami had to switch to the lower position, and then used an uppercut to get the upper hand.

The sound of the bamboo knife hitting the armor exploded in the dojo.

Kazuma raised his right hand and said, "One copy."

Seiryu stopped the bamboo sword that was about to swing at Honami's neck, and looked at Kazuma with dissatisfaction: "She just made such a big upward move. Although she hit my armor, the angle is terrible and the damage is limited. , doesn’t stop me from action, I can cut her into eight pieces next!”

Before Kazuma could speak, Chiyoko said first: "Since we have agreed that we will follow the rules of competitive kendo..."

Honami interrupted Hippo: "No, I lost. I still habitually follow the idea of ​​​​competitive kendo as long as you win. Seiryu, let's continue and fight me according to actual combat."

Kazuma nodded: "I just shouted, because if you don't shout, she will hit you in the neck, and I'm afraid you will get hurt. Qingliu, don't aim at such a fatal position."

"If you didn't yell, I would have stopped the moment we were about to touch her. After all, if you hurt her, you might hate her..."

She said the second half very quietly, but Kazuma still heard it.

Mikako: "So it was Seiryu who got the title just now?"

Kazuma: "Yes. In actual terms, Honami is dead. Honami, come on, I look forward to the time when I can fight alongside you."

Honami bowed to Kazuma: "I will try my best."

Kazuma made a gesture for the two of them to return to their places.

So the two returned to the starting position of the duel.

Chiyoko sat next to Kazuma - she was the second best teacher in the dojo after Kazuma, although she might not be able to beat Mikako.

"Based on actual combat, is this a kendo gym or a sword-fighting gym?"

She complained quietly.

Kazuma: "Don't tell the difference so clearly."

As she spoke, Seiryu rushed towards Honami again.

The girls continued to sweat.