I teach kendo in Tokyo

Next, the Kagoshima police showed extremely high work efficiency and cleaned up the scene into a mourning hall.

Kazuma seriously suspected that the Japanese police had developed special site layout skills during the usual process of setting up search headquarters.

When the Japanese police encounter a major case, their first action is to set up a search headquarters. They first choose a large place and rearrange an office space.

This habit may have continued since the Warring States Period. During the Warring States Period, when daimyo went to war, they had to set up a flag book before starting the battle, that is, a place was circled on the battlefield, and the daimyo sat firmly in the center.

In short, after the police used their "professional skills" to clean up the venue, Kazuma wore a suit sent by the Nanjo family and sat behind the table at the door as the last disciple who entered the house. Next to him was the senior who had changed into a black furisode kimono. Mrs. Quan.

"I wrote your name tag with a brush and hung it in the dojo." The old lady whispered, "The guests will definitely see it as soon as they enter the dojo gate."

Kazuma nodded.

By doing this, the old lady confirmed that Kazuma was the last disciple of Kamiizumi Shogo's Eight Sutras. This news would soon spread throughout the Japanese kendo world through the big shots who came to mourn.

The old lady continued: "Today is just the first wave. The real French will wait for seven days. You can't leave. You are the only one of his disciples who have broken into the house."

Kazuma thought to himself that I was stupid and left. What a great opportunity to become familiar with each other.

Moreover, you can meet all the kendo celebrities in Japan, and you can even make an appointment to have someone teach you when you meet the Beichen Itto-ryu masters.

Since clearing Nami and gaining no experience points, Kazuma's Beichen Itto-ryu level seemed to be stuck in the mud, rising very slowly.

On the contrary, apprentices like Honami and others have been rising through the ranks by relying on their experience in farming hippos.

The old lady explained a series of precautions for reception.

Although Kazuma himself has never experienced a Japanese-style funeral, he has inherited the memory of the original owner, who, as the eldest son, presided over the funeral of his parents before he committed suicide.

So now Kazuma pulled this memory out of his mind, reviewed it, and understood.

After the old lady Shangquan finished explaining, she let out a long sigh, leaned back in her chair, and then pressed her hand on the injury on her shoulder.

"Are you okay..."

"It's okay. I dodged when I was slashed yesterday. You know, I used to practice swordsmanship. I haven't practiced it for so many years. I didn't expect that my body memory is still there and I can save my life."

The old lady showed a self-deprecating smile.

Kazuma: "It's like riding a bicycle. Once you learn it, you can always do it."

"Roughly the same."

The old lady looked up at the sky, suddenly thought of something, and asked Kazuma: "Speaking of which, your dojo is in Tokyo. Does it occupy a large area? Is it a small dojo or..."

Kazuma recalled the size of his home, and the memory of cleaning before this year's Spring Festival came to mind.

Because the house was too big, and there was no senior Takamizawa who came to work to earn rent at that time, so Amao and Chiyoko worked on it all day, and they still hadn't finished cleaning.

In the end, Kazuma, a candidate, couldn't stand it any longer, so he dropped his books and came to help, and finally the exam was not delayed until the next day.

I just don’t know why Chiyoko doesn’t look very happy.

After recalling it, Kazuma replied: "It's quite big. Not only does it have a dojo and supporting warehouses, but there are also five rooms for the disciples who enter the house."

In fact, I didn't include the same room as the concierge where A Mao lived.

According to Kazuma's recollection, the dojo used to have a room for disciples to change clothes and shower. Later, when there were no more disciples, the water pipes were removed and turned into a storage room.

Old Mrs. Kamiizumi frowned: "Is it quite big? It shouldn't be... Beichen Ittoryu's Daochang is in Tokyo... I should have heard of it."

Kazuma looked embarrassed: "Well...my family is a natural Rishin-ryu."

Old Mrs. Shangquan frowned and looked at him: "Really?"

"Really." Kazuma smiled bitterly, "But I couldn't learn Rishin-ryu like my sister, so I started to learn other schools. My sister is indeed an orthodox Rishin-ryu inheritance."

However, Chiyoko recently practiced kendo with Kazuma, so she also started to get good at doing back rolls and other tricks.

The rational flow is probably gone in Kiryu's branch.

Old Mrs. Kamiizumi had obviously entered the memory mode. Her eyes were looking at the sky without focusing, and she was muttering: "Rishin-ryu, Kiryu...wait a minute, is your grandfather's name Kiryu Tatsuo?"

Kazuma nodded: "Yes, you know him?"

"I defeated him." Old Mrs. Shangquan said lightly. "At that time, he was known as the Flower Swordsman, and he flirted with women everywhere, and then he got into trouble with me, so I defeated him."

Kazuma: "Ah...this..."

"He actually has a dojo. I thought he was just bragging to pick up girls."

Kazuma looked embarrassed: "It's true that I'm not bragging. But... my family's dojo has been in decline since my grandfather's generation. There haven't been many disciples as long as I can remember."

"That's right." Old Mrs. Kamiizumi shook her head, and then changed the topic, "However, the fact that he can have a grandson like you shows that Kiryu's life should not be cut off."

No, no, it’s actually over. If I hadn’t changed my fate against fate, the dojo would have been gone, and Chiyoko would have been sold to a stable in the Yakuza.

Of course Kazuma couldn't say this, so he could only echo the old lady beside him.

At this time, over the low wall at the door, a black car could be seen stopping in front of the door.

"Help me up," the old lady said.

When Kazuma helped the old lady up, the door of the car opened, and Kazuma was stunned by the people who got out.

Nanjo Honami's grandfather, Nanjo Hiro, got out of the car, glanced at the courtyard, and finally his eyes fell on Kazuma.

The old man was dressed in a black kimono with a white flower on his chest. He was clearly prepared.

"Who is this?" Old Mrs. Kamiizumi asked Kazuma directly.

Kazuma: "Let me introduce you. This is the grandfather of my apprentice Nanjo Honami, the chairman of the board of directors of the Nanjo Foundation..."

Nanjo Hiro entered the courtyard at a rapid pace and bowed to the old lady Kamizumi: "Mrs. Kamizumi, I'm very sorry for visiting without an appointment."

Old Mrs. Shangquan waved her hand: "It doesn't matter, after all, he is a person related to my husband's disciple who broke into the house. Please sign here. My husband has not put on makeup, so you can only see him through a layer of cloth today."

Nanjo nodded solemnly, and after writing his name, he turned around and motioned to his followers to place the wreath in the most conspicuous place.

Kazuma immediately understood that with this wreath placed in such a conspicuous position, anyone who came after him could see it and know that he, Nanjo Hiro, had been here.

The old man is very good.

At this time Honami came out and said, "Grandpa, why are you here?"

"The master I was looking for as my grandson-in-law candidate has passed away. How could I not come?" the old man said.

Honami's face suddenly turned red: "Grandpa, we haven't decided yet."

Nanjo Hiro glanced at Kazuma with an expression of "It's up to you."

Honami: "Go this way to pay homage."

"Yes." Nanjo Hiro nodded, then bowed slightly to the old lady Ueizumi, and then said to Honami, "Lead the way."

As soon as Nanjo and his grandson left, the old lady Kamizumi said to Kazuma, "The offensive is very fierce. Will you be able to see the parents of your other apprentices in the future?"

Kazuma shook his head: "Probably not."

If Mikako's mother, Ms. Fujii, knew about it, she might come to join in the fun, but the problem is that she probably doesn't know yet.

Mikako is not the kind of mommy-type character who calls home no matter what happens, and now she can only make calls from a landline, which is extremely troublesome.

Theoretically, there is no one in Seiryu's family anymore. Although Sakata Yukiko treats her like her own daughter, Yukiko hopes that Seiryu will no longer be related to the Yakuza, so she will never come to find her.

As for Tamamo, it would be terrible if her "parents" were coming over.

Kazuma chatted with the old lady for a few more words, and the second high-end car stopped at the door again.

The person who came down was a man who looked to be in his fifties. He wore glasses and exuded the temperament of an office worker.

"Ms. Shangquan, please send me your condolences." As soon as the visitor entered the door, he showed a very appropriate expression and said to the old lady.

Kazuma noticed that the man's eyes glanced in his direction, but were clearly not focused on him.

What this person should be looking at is the wreath of Nanjo Hiro behind Kazuma.

Old Mrs. Kamizumi held the visitor's hand and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Governor of Fujiwara Prefecture."

Kazuma took a moment to react.

County governor?

Is this the governor of Kagoshima Prefecture?

While Kazuma was in a daze, Governor Fujiwara finished his greetings, changed the topic and looked at Kazuma and asked: "This is..."

"This is my last disciple, Kiryu Kazuma."

"Oh!" The county governor's expression immediately changed, "I've heard of his name!"

Kazuma thought to himself, just act. You are the magistrate of the county. I don’t believe you if you didn’t understand the whole story on the way here.

But on the surface, he fully cooperated with the county governor: "You actually know me? I'm glad I met you."

"Osaka's hero, of course he knows."

I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, Kazuma Mingming has more deeds in Tokyo, and they are public, but this person only mentioned Osaka.

Is it because he is from Kansai?

Many Kansai people think that Osaka and Kyoto are the capitals of Japan, and Tokyo is just the headquarters of the government.

At this time, the old lady Shangquan was helping Kazuma explain: "He just won the latest Jade Dragon Flag, and my old man called him to come over to celebrate. Who knows, alas."

Governor Fujiwara nodded repeatedly: "Oh, yes, this morning's newspaper said, Jade Dragon Flag! And he also has a title, Apple Swordsman! It is said that he won the Jade Dragon Flag with an apple on his head, the champion and the daredevil king."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows. He obviously only defeated the high school club with an apple on his head, so why did he defeat the whole game with an apple on his head?

Then I thought about it, news, it’s not surprising, it’s not unusual to do this for eyeballs.

If my old friend Takashi Hanafusa was to brag about it in Weekly Fangshun, it would probably be even worse than this.

The county governor said a few more words, and gave time for his entourage to carry the wreath to the door and place it next to the wreath sent by Hiro Nanjo.

"Then, I'm going in." Governor Fujiwara said after seeing the wreaths laid out.

The old lady nodded, and then said to Mikako, who was temporarily acting as a guide: "Lead the way."

Mikako looked very reserved, and was a little awkward when speaking: "Governor, please come this way."

Fortunately, her appearance is perfect, even if she stumbles when speaking, she will not embarrass the Sword Master family.

The county governor nodded, followed Mikako to the dojo in the courtyard, and entered the dojo through the courtyard.

Although Kazuma was blocked by the entrance of the house and couldn't see what was going on in the yard, he could hear the prefectural governor's greetings after meeting Hiroshi Nanjo in the yard.

Before he could listen carefully, a new visitor arrived.

Genji Kawahito, the president of the West Japan Kendo Association, got out of the car, looked at the sword master's residence with a complicated expression, stood at the door and waited for a few seconds, and then stepped in.

Old Mrs. Shangquan was not as enthusiastic as the two guests just now. She just stood behind the sign-in table and looked at Chuanren coldly.

When Chuanren arrived at the table, he didn't say anything. He just stood there and looked at the old lady Shangquan.

Kazuma thought that it would not be good to be silent like this, so he pushed the autograph book forward and whispered: "Sign in here, and put the wreath over there."

Kawahito glanced at Kazuma: "So, you really became the old man's disciple? Be careful, being the old man's disciple is a bit evil."

The old lady Shangquan shouted sternly: "Yuan Si, please stop saying a few words!"

Kawahito Genji opened his hands and showed a French military salute: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore. I still respect the old man himself very much. Today I just come here as one of his juniors to thank him for helping me when I encountered a bottleneck. Pointed me out.”

Old Mrs. Kamiizumi picked up the pen on the table and slapped it in front of Genji Kawahito.

Kawahito signed his name and suddenly approached Kazuma: "You killed Shimo Inaba's son, right? I have received the news. The police chief has boarded the plane in Narita and will be arriving in Shika in an hour. Landing at Kojima International Airport.”

Kazuma: "I didn't kill anyone. This was an accident. Master Shimo Inaba wore a bunch of metal on his body during a thunderstorm, so he was struck by lightning."

Genji Kawahito smiled: "This is Kyushu. Everyone knows the story about Tachibana Michyuki using his sword to strike thunder."

Kazuma: "That's just a legend. The actual situation may be that Tachibana Michiyuki was struck by lightning and half of his body was disabled. Look at me, am I even slightly disabled?"

Genji Kawahito smiled even more happily: "If it were me before I realized the unity of mind and skills, I would probably agree with you. Now, I will only ask you, do you mind performing a Raikiri for me?"

Kazuma wasn't surprised.

The word "Raikiri" has been around for a long time in Japan, and the classic example is Tachibana Michyuki using his sword to strike thunder.

Later, Naruto and everything else were just borrowed.

Kazuma was just borrowed. Maybe the sword move Tachibana Michyuki learned back then was called this name.

He grinned at Genji Kawahito: "If there is a chance, definitely."

"Then if I draw the sword now, won't the opportunity come?" Chuan Renyuan Si said with a smile.

The old lady finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Kawahito Genji! Behave yourself! Don't cause trouble at this time!"

Genji Kawahito immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, I understand."

At this time, his wreath was also laid out, so he patted Kazuma on the shoulder and turned to look at Qingliu, who was responsible for guiding the way: "Oh, is it the little one who will lead the way this time? Your master and I... I mean Your last master was Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu, and my current record with him is that we have won all 13 matches."

Qingliu said with a straight face: "Oh. Let's go this way."

Genji Kawahito shrugged and followed the stern-faced Haruyu into the yard.

Kazuma heard Nanjo Hiroshi's greetings to him again. It was estimated that the old man Nanjo lingered in the yard on purpose just to chat with the important people.