I teach kendo in Tokyo

On Hema's side, he ran to the yard after dinner and studied the "adding water" in the yard.

The so-called adding water is a section of bamboo tube with a bracket fixed in the middle. The opening is usually facing upwards, and then water continues to flow into the bamboo tube.

When the water is full to a certain extent, the bamboo tube will turn upside down and make a clicking sound when it hits the rocks.

Yes, it’s the kind of “click-click” thing that appears when the courtyard of a mansion is shown in Japanese dramas.

The Japanese believe that this thing can embody the spirit of Zen, so high-end courtyards must have this thing.

It feels like Zen. When you hear this, you feel very ritualistic, right?

So Kazuma planned to restore this water, and he felt that this might bring some enhancement during practice.

Kazuma first studied the bamboo tube and found that it was not even a mechanical device. It was extremely simple. As long as water continued to drip in, it could resume operation.

Kazuma looked at the device responsible for dripping water into the refilling water, and then found that there was a water pipe hidden in that thing - no, it should be said that it was strange that there was no water pipe.

Kazuma followed the water pipe and found the water inlet in the dried up pond.

He found a stick and inserted it into the water inlet, stirred it up and found that there should be something like leaves inside.

It seems that there is a small water pump buried in the ground next to the pond, which pumps the water up and drips it into the refill water.

Kazuma began to look for a maintenance port leading to the water pump - there must be a maintenance port, otherwise what would happen if the water pump broke?

"Brother, what are you doing?" Chiyoko's voice came from behind.

Kazuma looked up and replied, "I want to restore the water refilling operation."

Chiyoko raised her eyebrows: "Now? Aren't we going to sell the dojo?"

Kazuma was speechless.

It's for sale, but I can't get the price right now.

Chiyoko continued: "Besides, this thing has been broken for a long time. If you want to repair it, I'm afraid you will have to replace the water pump. We don't have such spare money now."

Kazuma naturally knew that he didn't have such spare money, he just wanted to try to see if he could repair it.

"Wait," he suddenly noticed the message conveyed in Chiyoko's words, "you know the pump is broken?"

"I know, Dad always wanted to fix it. Brother, have you forgotten?"

When Chiyoko said this, Kazuma also remembered the scene where Kiryu's father was busy repairing the pump.

Without Chiyoko's stimulation, he might not be able to remember this for a while.

Now that he remembered the scene where Kiryu's father repaired the pump, Kazuma also remembered where the repair port was.

He walked to an area near the dry pond and stepped hard twice to make sure it was hollow underneath. Then he used his feet to push aside the cherry blossom petals piled on the ground, letting the cover of the maintenance port reveal itself.

Chiyoko: "Do you want to open the door? I'll get the key."

As she said that, she put the refreshments and tea she was holding on the ground, turned around and went back to the house.

After a while, she came over holding a large key ring with a row of keys on it, and in her other hand she held a long object wrapped in cloth.

Kazuma asked curiously: "What is that?"

Chiyoko: "I don't know. When I went to get the key, I saw this thing in the warehouse. It must have been there for a long time, so I took it out... Judging from the shape and feel, I think it is..."

Chiyoko shook her head, and a large cloud of dust arose, which made her cough and unable to finish her words.

Kazuma stepped forward and took the long object from Chiyoko's hand.

It feels like a bundle of bamboo knives.

Kazuma put the thing on the ground, but it stirred up a cloud of dust, forcing him to duck back tactically.

Then Hema quickly untied the rope and opened the dusty cloth bag.

"Wooden sword..." Kazuma took out one and held it in his hand to observe.

It was obvious that this wooden knife had been used for a long time, and you could even see the marks on the handle left by the sweat from the hands of the person holding the knife that had soaked the wood for a long time.

Chiyoko: "I miss you so much. We used wooden swords in our dojo when my grandfather was still alive. My brother should have practiced using wooden swords when he was a child, right?"

As soon as Chiyoko said it, Kazuma associated the corresponding memory in his mind and automatically played it in his mind.

In the picture, Kazuma, who is still a five-year-old child, is holding a wooden sword for adults and standing motionless in the mid-section pose under the cherry blossom tree - this is practicing kata.

Grandpa Kiryu was dressed in a black kimono and looked exactly like the daimyo family elder in the Taiga drama. He crossed his arms and looked at the young Kazuma seriously.

On the edge next to her, a petite woman was sitting on the edge of the edge, her feet hanging down naturally, and holding a baby in her arms - that must be Chiyoko.

Chiyoko: "I started learning kendo after my grandfather passed away. At that time, my father led the reform of the dojo, replacing wooden swords with bamboo swords, and the courses were also changed to the more popular competitive kendo. As a result, many of my grandfather's original students said, ' This is obviously a Koryu dojo. We are here to learn how to draw swords and cut tree stumps, not to learn the soft and effeminate competitive kendo!'

"Then they left one by one."

Kazuma looked at the wooden sword in his hand - the correct name is the molded sword.

Chiyoko: "So dad still kept the wooden sword."

"Well, luckily he kept the wooden sword. If the Yakuza comes again, we can use the wooden sword to kill them." He Ma paused.

"Well, I also thought this might be a wooden sword, so I took it out. Sure enough, will there still be a conflict with the Yakuza in the future, brother?"

Chiyoko looked worried: "Is calling the police really useless?"

"You're still saying this." Kazuma shrugged, "It can't be said that it's completely useless. At least the police are suppressing it, and the Yakuza still have to come up with some rules. They can't be completely forceful. However, there are some The ability to protect yourself is better than nothing, and a wooden sword is better than a bamboo sword... Wait, since we used to be an ancient dojo, don't we have real swords?"

Chiyoko: "There used to be some, but then my grandfather seemed to have sold his collection of famous swords to raise some money. As for the swords used for practice in the dojo, I remember that my father did get rid of them all. Because those are more valuable than wooden swords ”

It sounds like the Kiryu family's dojo has been declining since my grandfather's generation.

Sure enough, three feet of ice cannot be frozen in a day.

Kazuma took the wooden sword, swung it a few times, and then said to Chiyoko: "Chiyoko, you haven't received training in using a wooden sword, have you?"

"Well, it's the bamboo sword I've been practicing with since the beginning."

"Then come here and I'll teach you. If something happens, I'm afraid I need you to watch my back, brother."

The last time she fought against Heita Nishikiyama, Chiyoko also played a great role. Although she called out the aiming position according to the rules of kendo when she attacked, which was relatively immature, after all, she knocked out the possible stabbing in Heita Nishikiyama's hand. Horse's knife.

Chiyoko looked very happy. She took off her slippers and ran down the edge, stepping on the dirt in the yard.

"You should change into the slippers you use in the yard." Kazuma complained, "Come here, stand here, holding the wooden knife."

Next, Kazuma carefully instructed Chiyoko on the essentials of using a wooden sword.

The wind blew through the yard, and the night cherry blossoms fell in colorful colors. The old cherry tree looked at the brother and sister quietly.