I teach kendo in Tokyo

After singing with the horse, a gust of wind blew against the door of the dojo, making a clanging sound.

"The wind is getting stronger and stronger," Honami glanced at the door leading to the yard, "Will this door be unable to withstand it?"

Kazuma nodded: "It's possible. Let's continue to seal the doors and windows."

At this time, he suddenly remembered something and turned around to look around the dark dojo.

"Is there someone missing?" he asked doubtfully.

Everyone looked at each other.

Tamamo clapped her hands: "Mikako and Mrs. Kamiizumi are hiding in the basement! Forgot. I'll call her out."

"Two emergency lights, this one is for you." Honami handed the emergency light to Tamamo.

Tamamo carried it and left.

Now there was only one emergency light left in the huge dojo, and the light was completely insufficient.

The strong wind howled outside, making the whole house creak, as if the entire wooden house would be blown into the sky in the next moment.

The doors and windows of the yard were banging and banging incessantly.

Kazuma suddenly felt someone leaning against him, and when he looked down, he found that Haruyu had shrunk to him, looking like she would hug his thigh at any moment.

"Kazuma!" the little guy said nervously, "I thought I saw Inaba move just now!"

Kazuma laughed and said, "He's half burnt, how can he move?"

"Really! I really saw it!"

"Don't be afraid, believe in science."

"I believe in science! It's just the afterimage of that obsession..."

"The ripples of too deep an obsession remain in the quantum world." Kazuma said this smoothly. In fact, he was not sure whether what he said was consistent with what he had just fooled Seiryu.

After all, it's just something I made up casually.

"That's it!" Qingliu shouted, "Are you sure you killed that thing?"

"I'm sure." Kazuma said seriously.

"How are you sure?" Qingliu looked suspicious. At this time, a strong wind hit the door of the dojo, causing the door to make a louder sound.

Seiryu was so frightened that she grabbed Kazuma's clothes with her hands.

Kazuma touched her head: "That thing is really dead, I'm sure of it."

"Just asking how you can be sure!"

"Because I am a student of Tokyo University." Kazuma used his special move.

Qingliu stopped talking.

Then she realized that she was holding Kazuma's clothes and quickly let go.

Just at this time, Mikako entered the dojo with her head in her hands: "Kazuma! You hit faster this time than before! Wait, why are there two lying on the ground? What else does this smell like?"

Kazuma answered the second question first: "The smell of burning meat is in the air. The third son of Inaba Police Superintendent actually wore a piece of iron during a thunderstorm, so he was struck to death by lightning."

Mikako stretched his neck and smelled it, then pointed to one of the corpses on the ground and said, "I smell it, this is the Third Young Master. So what happened to old man Shangquan?"

Kazuma lowered his gaze: "He... died because his destiny was exhausted after Mu Shang defeated Inaba Akiken."

Mika was stunned for a moment, and then she looked like she was just careless, and said with a straight face: "Is that so, then..."

She looked back at the old lady Kamizumi who was walking over with Tamamo's support.

The old lady's expression looked very calm: "Don't worry about me, I am mentally prepared. The hospital has issued a critical illness notice this afternoon, and the doctor told me that it will be within the next two days. I chose to discharge him from the hospital in the hope that Way to spend the last days of your life.”

The old lady looked at Kazuma and asked softly: "Young man, he did win the final battle, right?"

"Yes, and there is no injury. The knife was cut off during the sparring with me. If it had been a complete knife, I'm afraid the victory would have been more complete."

The old lady nodded lightly: "That's good. He must be very satisfied if he wins one last time before leaving."

Kazuma said: "About this, the old man's last words were, 'In the end, I still didn't pass on my special skills to my apprentices, even though they are such amazing skills.'"

"That's it." The old lady responded noncommittally. She gently pushed away Tamamo who was supporting her, and staggered towards the old man lying peacefully in the middle of the dojo.

He Ma stepped forward to help, but was stopped by the old lady.

She just staggered to the old man's side, knelt down, and then gently stroked the old man's cheek with her hand: "Look at you, isn't it very peaceful? That regret actually doesn't matter at all. Don't worry, I will I will give all your sword manuals and other things to the apprentice you finally choose."

The old lady then muttered various things, such as "How should you respond tomorrow when the uncle next door comes and asks you when you will go fishing?" and "You cut off the neighbor's flowers when you mow the yard, and I haven't dragged you to apologize yet." Woolen cloth"……

Kazuma quietly pulled Tamamo over: "She... the old lady saw the old man's soul or something?"

"How is that possible? Do you think the old man seems to have a strong obsession that he has not achieved? Such a person who has no regrets in life will become a Buddha easily."

He Ma was speechless.

"I hope it will be like this when I die."

Tamamo pressed Kazuma's lips with her fingers: "You are not yet twenty, it is unlucky to say such things now. You still have sixty years to live, you know, sixty years is more than half A century is still long! You still have to see many, many more things with me."

Kazuma nodded: "I know. For example, "The End of History" and the end of "The End of History", there are many exciting things in the following days."

Tamamo glanced at Kazuma, but in the end she didn't complain about his tongue twister.

Kazuma continued: "I'm going to seal the doors and windows. I feel like there will be problems tonight if they are not sealed."

When he said this, the doors and windows of the dojo rattled, as if a madman was beating the glass like crazy outside.

"I'm here to help," Tamamo said.

Qingliu hurriedly said: "I'm here to help too!"

She looked like she was eager to get away from the burning-smelling mess on the floor.

Mikako: "I'll come too! I'm much better at hard work than Seiryu!"

"Hmph, I'm not bad at strength either!"

"Then can you push nails into the wall with your bare hands?" Mikako asked.

Qingliu didn't answer.

Honami: "Let me help too. More people will move faster."

Kazuma nodded, so the group carried an emergency light and walked out of the house into the heavy rain.

The emergency light that was left behind was placed in the center of the dojo, illuminating the old lady Shangquan who was still chanting.

**

Thirty minutes later, Hema and his party returned to the house. Everyone was drowned.

While squeezing the water from her hair, Mikako looked at Honami and shouted, "Oh, Honami is the winner today!"

"No, I usually dress like this." Honami retorted while picking up a towel to wipe her face, "It's you, I didn't expect you to be in leopard print."

"Because my heart is a beast." Mikako said.

As if she didn't hear what they said, Qingliu straightened her wet body with a sullen face.

Mikako: "Oh, Seiruru is still wearing a vest!"

"So what?" Qingliu asked angrily.

"Oh, Seiryu, people have to grow up, and now there are super cute styles specially prepared for Yima Pingchuan!"

"It's so noisy, don't worry about it!"

Just as he was talking, the old lady Shangquan came out of the dojo with an emergency light: "Thank you for your hard work. I have hot water. You should wash up quickly to avoid catching a cold. We old men like larger bathtubs and bathrooms. It's so comfortable, but it comes in handy now, a few girls can go in together."

"Okay!" Mikako shouted, pulling Qingliu, "Let's go! Sister Qingliu will help you wipe your back!"

"I don't want it, please let me go!"

Seiryu said as she used her wrestling skills on Mikako, throwing her to the ground and then using the Mexican Crossbar.

Tamamo: "Okay, stop making trouble and go to the bathroom."

Haru Liu then let Mikako stand up and walked to the bathroom. After taking two steps, she stopped and looked back.

Kazuma patted Tamamo and said, "She's afraid of the dark."

Tamamo was holding a lamp and was waiting for Mikako to get up. When Kazuma said this, she crossed Mikako to Seiryu and pulled her to the bathroom.

Honami also followed.

Mikako sat up in a hurry: "Hey, I'm still lying down, and you ignore me? At least you should condemn Seiryu who used violence against me!"

Kazuma: "Everyone can see that you are fine at all. After all, you are relatively strong."

"This is my advantage."

Kazuma: "If you don't follow me, you'll have to wash up with me later."

"I think it's okay." Mikako spread her hands, "We used to take baths together when we were kids."

Kazuma patted her head: "What are you talking about? We only met for the first time during the kendo competition in junior high school."

Yes, although Mikako is known as a childhood sweetheart, and is indeed very familiar with Kiryu and Ma Yuan, this bad relationship only started when the two entered the kendo club together in high school.

Mikako pouted and went to the bathroom with an unhappy look on her face.

She was not afraid of the dark, and calmly walked out of the range of the emergency light carried by the old lady Shangquan.

Old Mrs. Kamiizumi looked at Kazuma: "There are spare towels in the storage room next to the dojo. I'll get them for you. You can wipe them well."

After saying that, she turned around and started walking down the corridor.

Kazuma hurried to follow.

When they arrived at the storage room, the old lady handed Kazuma the towel that still exuded the fragrance of washing powder, and then started walking along the corridor with a lantern.

"The old man's sword manual is in his study. Come with me."

Kazuma hurried to follow.

The old lady asked as she walked: "Did you really not learn his unique skills?"

Kazuma: "Is it that move where you slash eight swords in a row?"

"No, that's the one he taught to his previous apprentice."

Kazuma responded casually: "Is he the son of President Kawahito of the West Japan Kendo Association?"

"Yes. Shinji is an outstanding young man. If he had not disappeared, many things would probably be different."

Kazuma couldn't help but ask: "What's going on with this disappearance?"

"He just disappeared. Shinji-kun was studying at Kyoto University at that time. That summer he went hiking with his college classmates, and then he didn't come back."

Climbing again?

Kazuma frowned, why did he feel that climbing the mountain was so dangerous.

The old lady continued: "The old man mobilized all his contacts and searched the local area for many days, but found nothing. In order to find this apprentice, he even called an old friend who had broken up with him for a long time."

Kazuma asked casually: "Is your old friend very powerful?"

"It's very impressive. After all, he is a former prime minister."

That, that's awesome.

The old lady was taken off topic by Kazuma, and continued to talk about the breakup: "The two of them used to be good friends who talked about everything, but they broke up because of differences about what kind of path Japan should take.

"It's really ridiculous. At that time, they were all 30-year-old young men. They had just joined society and they started talking about the future of Japan."

He Ma wants to say that such ruptures are actually quite common. After all, he comes from China in the 21st century and has seen too many situations where he has been separated from each other due to political differences.

By this time, they had arrived in front of the study door. The old lady handed Kazuma the emergency light in her hand and pushed the door open and entered the study.

"I looked for it. My old man likes to put things around. I can't clean them up. When I clean them up, he gets angry and says, 'It's easy for me to find things in such a mess, but you can't find them when you clean them up.'"

Kazuma smiled, the old man's words sounded so familiar.

In his previous life, he didn't like his family to tidy up his house, and he used the same rhetoric.

The old lady was still thinking: "How can it be easy to find things in such a mess? If I don't clean up his things, I can't find them, and I get worried again."

Suddenly, she stopped and sighed: "Okay now, I'll clean it up one last time, and I won't have to worry about anyone messing it up anymore."

For some reason, Mr. Kazuma felt a little sad when the old lady said this.

She sighed again and began to rummage among the messy books on the desk, and finally found a thread-bound book.

"Yes, this is it." The old lady handed this to Kazuma, "All the old man's lifelong secrets are in it."

Kazuma took it seriously.

The old lady took the emergency light from Kazuma so that he could use both hands to turn the book.

Kazuma opened the book and found hand-drawn illustrations and handwritten experiences inside.

The first page is the back roll that Kazuma likes to use very much.

There is also a note next to the diagram: "Essential for escaping. Effective for tanks."

What the hell?

The old lady also saw the line of annotations that Kazuma was looking at, and said: "There are some inexplicable things here, just don't worry about it. I guess he got that thing after going to the battlefield... It was the U.S. military in the Vietnam War. What’s the name of the one you got in the meeting?”

Kazuma: "PTSD."

"Yes, that's it. Then he imagined a lot of battlefield scenes. For example, he always said that he brought back his entire brigade. In fact, it was not true. Only 70% of his brigade came back. .The remaining 30% were either injured without medical treatment, or died of malaria."

Kazuma said "Oh", not knowing what to say, so he chose to remain silent.

He continued to look through the "secret book".

The old lady said beside her: "He wants to pass on your special skills on the last page, but there is only one formula."

Kazuma turned to the last page with curiosity on his face.

There is really only one short slogan on that page: Remember, the fish is in the water.

Kazuma's head was full of questions: What the hell?