I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma was about to leave the bathhouse with his head held high when he suddenly remembered that although the water on his body had dried, he still maintained the same state as when he had just stepped out of the bathhouse.

His things are on the shelf at the men's soup shop next door.

So he turned around and came back.

The young man just now looked at him who turned back doubtfully.

Kazuma grinned at the boy, quickly climbed up the wall, and returned to the men's bath to get his clothes.

He was in trouble in front of the shelf - I'm halfway through the bath, do I need to put on new clothes?

He Ma has a habit of changing clothes after taking a bath, otherwise he will always feel uncomfortable wearing dirty clothes after washing himself.

Sometimes he even feels that dirty clothes irritate his skin and make it a little itchy. He originally thought that everyone was like this, but when they went to university and lived together in the dormitory, he discovered that this was a problem unique to him.

Everyone in the dormitory named Kazuma's bad problem "Phantom Itch", imitating the title of Metal Gear Solid 5, "Phantom Pain".

But now, Kazuma is halfway through his bath. Wearing clean clothes feels like a waste, and wearing dirty clothes feels uncomfortable...

Just as he was hesitating, the police outside shouted: "I am the inspection chief Sato! People inside, listen, if you don't come out, we will break in! Prepare tear gas!"

Kazuma made up his mind, put on his dirty clothes, and ran out of the bathhouse: "Wait a minute, wait a minute! Don't rush in! Stop!"

After shouting, he realized that there were only a few police officers outside, including the people shouting with loudspeakers.

"It actually worked." The young policeman next to the trumpet man muttered quietly.

Kazuma is known for his ability to listen to the wind, and he can hear such whispers clearly.

The loudspeaker man was probably the inspection chief Sato. He pointed the loudspeaker at Kazuma: "Don't panic! It's very troublesome for the Japanese police to use tear gas. Just taking out the tear gas canisters from the weapons depot requires at least three signatures. No. It will take a few days to figure it out."

Kazuma lowered his raised hands: "That's it..."

"Come over here and tell me your name, address and school."

"Tokyo Prefecture!"

"Don't be so loud, we can hear you." Inspector Sato waved his hand.

Kazuma shrugged, he had traveled through time for a year, and when he heard others asking him to give his name, he would subconsciously become energetic. This shows that this memetic pollution is deeply rooted in his bones.

After registering Kazuma's name, Inspector Sato frowned: "Kazuma Kiryu, University of Tokyo? Are you that Kiryu?"

Kazuma: "Yes, I am that Kiryu."

I feel like if this trend continues, he can change his name to Nag Kiryu in the future.

"It's over." Inspector Sato pressed his forehead, "I have never told my wife that I love her."

Kazuma:?

Sato continued to mutter: "I always want to find an anniversary to say this properly. After all, our marriage was a blind date arranged by the family, and then we just got together. I never said anything about love..."

"What on earth are you talking about? Even if you are from Kyushu, you are not so nonsensical, right?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you are a famous disaster star! When you were in Osaka, something happened in Osaka and several police officers died. When you were in Tokyo, there were always accidents in Tokyo. The latest one this year even brought the entire Kandagawa Police Station to the sky. Now. Now you are in Fukuoka...still under the jurisdiction of my police station..."

Kazuma's first reaction at this time was: He actually didn't know what happened at the hot spring street near Sendai. It seemed that the US military and the Self-Defense Forces were pretty good at keeping things under wraps.

In the future, maybe it will become a routine to have bad luck with the police wherever you go, and you will be regarded as a walking plague.

However, the inspection chief Sato in front of him had fast-forwarded from the rumors to before saying goodbye to his wife, and his ability to make connections was too strong.

Is this how Kyushu people think?

Sure enough, the Japanese’s hometowns get funnier as they go further west?

Then Saga, which is farther west than Fukuoka...

Kazuma cleared his throat: "I am not the God of Plague. From a scientific point of view, it is inappropriate to conclude that I will also encounter various major events in the future just because I have encountered various major events in the past."

However, according to Tamamo, Kazuma is the morning star and the son of a human being. This is similar to the son of luck when cultivating immortals. The fate of many people is entangled with Kazuma's, so Kazuma will definitely encounter various kinds of things again in the future. Kind of great things and wonders.

This time, science doesn't work.

Of course, if you ask Tamamo directly, Tamamo will definitely tell you to believe in science, and then use theories such as probability and survivor bias to convince you.

Kazuma continued: "You don't have to worry too much, but I think the confession of love to my wife should be done as soon as possible."

Inspector Sato grinned at Kazuma: "I was joking just now, can't you see?"

"...Well, I just think the performance you just performed was very embarrassing."

Inspector Sato sighed: "It's really embarrassing."

The young policeman next to him joked: "Sato-senpai has been submitting jokes to magazines, but he has never been chosen."

Okay, a cop who aspires to be a joker?

Before Kazuma could comment on the matter, another policeman came over nervously and whispered something in the ear of Inspector Sato.

Kazuma leaned against the wind and heard clearly: "One of the victims registered over there is named Inaba."

"Wait a minute!" Kazuma raised his hands to interrupt the other party, "The group of people over there took the initiative to beat me. How come they became the victims? A group of them surrounded me and beat me!"

Inspector Sato: "Are you injured?"

"That's not true..."

"You beat the two of them until they were swollen, but you didn't get hurt at all, and now you want to say that they are the victims. Okay, don't take advantage and act like a good boy."

Kazuma: "No, the fact is that I am the victim. Just because I am particularly good at hitting doesn't mean... just wait a minute. I only hit one person, how come there are two people with swelling?"

In his memory, there was only one rock climber named Fujimura who was beaten with a bench and was swollen.

Others with larger bodies will only have a few bruises on their bodies at best.

"There are indeed two people who are swollen." Inspector Sato took out his police manual and looked through the records. "One is called Saburo Fujimura, and the other is called my grandson Yosuke."

"I didn't hit the second one! He broke into the women's bathhouse by himself and was beaten like that by the ladies. It's none of my business!"

Inspector Sato raised his eyebrows: "It is true that the man who called me grandson came out of the women's bath... So that's the case, then he should be considered a molester of women? Hey, someone, come and ask the girl who just came out of the women's bath, if there is any I want to sue my grandson Yosuke for indecent assault."

The policeman not far away who was calming the ladies with the hotel staff responded.

At this time, the policeman who had just come over to report to Chief Inspector Sato became anxious: "Senior Sato! That man over there named Inaba claims to be the police chief!"

"Really? And then? He has three heads and six arms?" Inspector Sato looked at his subordinates in confusion, "Come and tell me what you want to do with this?"

"Let's just say that person is the police chief..."

"Young man," Inspector Sato patted his subordinate on the shoulder, "Let me tell you a common sense in the police world. The Police Inspector is indeed the highest rank in the Japanese police. Yes, it sounds awesome, but he can only control the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. . As Fukuoka Prefectural Police, the Police Chief cannot supervise us. The person who can supervise us is the Police Commissioner. Ask Mr. Inaba if he has a father who is the Police Commissioner."

The young policeman who reported the news looked like he had stopped thinking while updating his world view: "Eh?"

Sato patted him on the shoulder: "Ask! It's okay. The police chief really can't control us. And we, a non-professional team who have never gone to college, will definitely not be transferred to Tokyo in the future."

The young policeman thought for a moment and nodded: "Then I'll go and ask."

He turned around and ran towards the gathering of Japanese sports students.

Sato's partner was stunned: "He won't really ask, right?"

After the words fell, Kazuma heard the policeman over there ask Inaba Akira: "Inspection Chief Sato asked, do you still have a father who is the commissioner of the National Police Agency?"

Inaba Akira's expression was even more ridiculous than when he and Ma broke his fingers just now.

Kazuma laughed.

Inspection Chief Sato also clapped his hands and laughed. While laughing, he picked up the loudspeaker and shouted to Akira Inaba, who was about to take action: "No matter who your father is, if you attack the police, you have to go in."

"You are here to participate in the Jade Dragon Banner, right? We will greet you from the Kendo Association. They will definitely remember to disqualify you from the competition and adjust the schedule."

Sato put down the speaker, and his partner said worriedly: "Is it really okay? Although the police chief only cares about Tokyo, isn't it bad for his son?"

"Don't you understand?" Sato glanced at his partner, "You have only been in the police station for three years, so you don't know that the boss of our Fukuoka Prefectural Police was released from outside Tokyo. Because he did not graduate from the University of Tokyo, he was The Dongda Party, which clung to one another, squeezed them away."

The young policeman frowned: "Is there still such a thing?"

Sato: "Why did I lie to you? Our boss likes to wear a white watch, right? There's something to be said for that.

“Over at the Metropolitan Police Department, senior executives who graduated from the University of Tokyo will all wear a gold watch, which is the so-called gold watch group.

"Boss, it's all white and he's wearing it all day long. Think about it, how obvious it is."

Kazuma nodded together with the little policeman: "That's it."

Sato frowned and looked at Kazuma: "I was just thinking, your ears are so good."

"No," Kazuma argued, "You just spoke loudly. Is it normal for me to hear you?"

Inspector Sato stared at Kazuma suspiciously for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it. Having good ears is not a good thing anyway. The less you know, the longer you live. Let's go to the police station. You should be very used to it. Is it at the police station?"

Kazuma nodded: "Yes. The police station is great. The people inside are nice and nice. I like staying at the police station the most."

"Hmph, I can tell you haven't gone in as a suspect before. Close the team, close the team!"

After saying this, Sato realized that the loudspeaker was not on, so he turned on the loudspeaker again and added: "Attention everyone, the team is closing down!"

The young policeman who had just gone to ask Inaba if he had another father asked: "What should I do with these people from Japan Sports University? Are they also taken away?"

"Of course! Take it back to make a record. And there was a testimony from Kazuma Kiryu just now, saying that they were the initiators of the fight, so we have to take them back until we find out what happened. There are also people over there who have asked Girls? Are they going to sue for indecent assault?"

The police officer responsible for questioning the girl shook his head at Sato.

Sato was speechless: "Don't sue, as expected..."

Women in Japan rarely choose to file a lawsuit if they are molested, because they think it is equivalent to shouting "I am not clean anymore" with a loudspeaker.

Because of this, the phenomenon of perverts in Japan continues to be banned.

In Japan, there are even cases where passers-by bravely caught a woman, but because the woman involved was unwilling to prosecute, the woman escaped with her life.

What's more, some Japanese women think that being molested shows that they are attractive.

Whenever he sees things in this regard, Kazuma can only sigh, "It deserves to be Japan."

Inspector Sato looked at Kazuma: "Let's go!"

Kazuma nodded.

He was then taken out of the hotel and put into a police car.

Sato also got in the car and turned to look at Kazuma in the back seat: "By the way, our police station won't go to heaven tonight, right?"

Kazuma smiled and said, "No."

"I think so. How could there really be people like the detectives in detective novels, who would be unlucky wherever they go." Inspector Sato asserted.

Kazuma always felt that he might have said this too early.

Sato's partner got into the passenger seat and turned around to ask Kazuma with interest: "I heard that you always hum a song after playing. Is it because you didn't enjoy playing as much as you did today?"

Only then did Kazuma realize that he had forgotten to hum the tune.

The purpose of humming the song is to better absorb the combat experience. Of course, you can never have too much experience. Mosquito legs are also meat.

But Kazuma couldn't possibly say "Oh, I forgot", that would be too disrespectful.

Kazuma: "I didn't feel that I was enjoying this battle at all. Music is a natural product of emotions. If you don't have emotions, there will be no music."

The young man who had only been a police officer for three years had never seen much of the market. He immediately showed admiration for Kazuma: "It makes sense."

It makes sense, sister, I was just talking nonsense.

Inspection Chief Sato was obviously an old man and was completely unmoved: "You'd better not sing. My car is old and it rides bumpy. If you sing in my car, I'm afraid you'll bite your tongue."

After saying that, he started the car and proved his words with actual actions: his broken car was only slightly better than the car of Kobayakawa, the traffic policeman who he had taken a ride with in Tokyo.

But Hayakawa's car was bumpy, which he couldn't help because of his speed.

Inspector Sato's car probably travels less than 20 mph, and it bumps like a 100-mph car, so that's a big problem.

Of course, it could also be that the road conditions in Fukuoka are not good and there are a lot of gravels.

In short, by the time Kazuma overthrew the Dongdu Police Station, he was almost torn to pieces.

"We're here. Don't look so bitter. It's just a bit bumpy."

Inspector Sato patted Kazuma on the shoulder: "Go vomit over there!"