I teach kendo in Tokyo

After that, Kazuma went to work at the Hero Show twice more.

Every time he finished his part-time job, he would send Hinami Rina home—actually, he didn't do it on purpose, he would get off at the station near Hinami Rina's house and walk to her door.

Anyway, with Hema’s monthly pass, you can ride as many times as you like within a month, and you don’t have to spend extra money to get on the next bus.

At the end of his third part-time job, Kazuma had just taken off his holster and put on his original clothes when he heard Johnny calling him: "Do you have time later?"

Kazuma subconsciously replied: "I'm not 20 years old yet, so I can't drink."

"I know you are not twenty years old. You said last time that you would start paying into the national pension next year." Johnny waved his hand, "I'm not asking you to go drinking. I'm asking you if you are interested in taking another part-time job." ?”

Kazuma immediately replied: "Yes."

Now Chiyoko calculates with Kazuma every night how big the funding gap will be next April.

She had already deposited into the bank the money Kazuma earned as a supervisor for Anno Akito and the music royalties advanced in advance by Oiwakawa Houichi, the producer of Sony Music.

With these two sums of money, Kazuma is finally able to pay for the National Pension and the tuition fees at Tokyo University next year.

But I don’t know where Amao and Qingliu’s tuition fees will come from.

Chiyoko sighs every day now, and Kazuma always feels that she is looking at who she is looking at as if she is looking at piglets, assessing how much they can sell for.

Chiyoko was talking to Kazuma last night: "Brother, it would be great if you graduate from Tokyo University soon and pass the Class A Civil Service Examination to enter the Metropolitan Police Department. After all, you will be compensated by the police department, and you will have an annual salary of nearly 8 million a year. , if you work for three years and get promoted to police officer, you will have an annual salary of 10 million!"

Then Chiyoko changed the topic: "Brother, you are so good at studying and can go to Tokyo University in one year. Can you skip a grade? You will graduate next year and then take the A-level civil service examination. This way Amao's tuition will be covered!"

Kazuma was completely unable to respond to Chiyoko's words.

He couldn't tell Chiyoko that the reason why he was admitted to Tokyo University after just one year of review was because he had received a great exam-oriented education in China in his previous life and had a solid foundation.

As for skipping a grade at Tokyo University, first of all, I have not learned much law-related knowledge in my life. Secondly, many subjects in Japanese universities do not have exams. Instead, you have to write a thesis, and some also need to have a thesis defense-yes, it is a separate subject. A small thesis requires two class hours to be dedicated to the defense.

In short, don't even think about skipping a grade. Kazuma can only finish the remaining three years honestly.

For this reason, he had to worry about his apprentice's tuition.

Now every night when Chiyoko's family is settled, she will end up feeling sorry for herself: "Why didn't I agree with you to sell the dojo? I even said that I would commit suicide after buying the dojo. I really wanted to go back and beat him to death." time myself.”

For Chiyoko like this, Kazuma was neither comforting nor teasing - in fact, to be fair, Kazuma wanted to tease her more, but in the end, his sense of responsibility as an older brother outweighed the small malice in his heart.

Therefore, Kazuma had to find more part-time jobs.

To Johnny's question, he answered in the affirmative without even thinking about it, without even asking what kind of part-time job it was.

Johnny patted Kazuma on the shoulder: "I know you are reliable, brother. Let's meet at the Central Station tomorrow morning."

Kazuma nodded: "No problem. But what are we going to do? Fight Pachinko?"

"Are you an idiot? Even I wouldn't consider the informal business of playing pachinko as a part-time job. I'm going to the studio. I have a job as a nurturing artist for the first time in a long time."

Kazuma looked at the slightly proud Johnny and asked: "Going to be a substitute for others?"

"What's wrong with you! Can't I have a serious role? Well, I'm acting as a stand-in for someone. To be precise, I'm an actor in a leather suit."

"But, isn't tomorrow Sunday?" Kazuma asked doubtfully.

“It’s almost the end of the year, and there’s annual leave at the end of the year, so all filming will be pushed forward, and it’s not uncommon for filming locations to work overtime on Sundays. After all, renting a studio for one day costs one day’s money, and you’ll still have to pay if you don’t shoot on Sundays. "

Kazuma said "Oh" and then changed the question: "Kamen Rider's?"

"Yes. The original actor in the suit was sick, so he was looking for someone to replace him. Our agency just happened to have the second actor for this drama, so he called me over."

Kazuma: "Are we playing Kamen Rider?"

At the beginning of Kamen Rider, the original rider Hiroshi Fujioka put on a leather suit and fought with the monsters. However, later during the fight, Hiroshi Fujioka was injured, which made it impossible to film later, so the real actors and the masked riders were asked to fight. Set of actors separated.

It sounds very reasonable for the agency of real Kamen Rider actors to produce leather actors.

But Johnny shook his head: "No, there is no such good thing. We are going to play weirdos. The salary is average, but I feel you need the money."

Kazuma nodded: "I really need money."

"What, want to buy a motorcycle?" Johnny asked. Motorcycles are a fashionable gadget these days, and many college students want to own one.

This was the same in China at the same time. Unlike later when people mentioned motorcycles, they thought of motorcycle drivers soliciting customers, or thought of "little parents-in-law riding motorcycles to speed up."

Kazuma: "I have a Harley."

Although he hasn't ridden a bike for a long time because he can't afford to burn gas, he does have a Harley.

Before, Amao used to spend more than ten minutes every day maintaining this Harley, but now that Amao is busy preparing for the exam, no one is maintaining the Harley, and it is left in the corner of the warehouse without anyone taking care of it.

Johnny whistled: "Really or not? Halleye! Isn't that thing expensive? It's a shame you can afford it."

Kazuma smiled and didn't answer. Harley was given to me by my dog-licking apprentice, and I still can’t say anything about it now.

"How about you ride your Harley to the set tomorrow?" Johnny said, "I'll give you the address?"

"No, let's meet at the Central Station tomorrow."

As soon as Kazuma finished speaking, Hinami Rina knocked on the door of the locker room: "Senior! Come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Johnny patted Kazuma on the shoulder: "Go ahead! You damn love imperialist."

"No, I maintain a pure relationship with Hinami." Before Kazuma finished speaking, Rina Hinami came up and hugged his arm.

Johnny scolded: "Please take a look at what you have on your arm before you speak. Do you think I will believe you?"

Kazuma was speechless and glanced at the delicious Hinami cuisine.

"Don't expect me to let go. It's hard for me to monopolize Master." Rina Hinami said loudly.

Kazuma sighed and waved the hand he could still move to Johnny: "See you tomorrow."

"Don't be late! Be at Grand Central Station at ten!"

Kazuma responded and pulled Hinami Rina out of the locker room.

Hinami Rina asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Two grown men going on a date? Master, are you..."

"I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense." Kazuma denied Sanlian skillfully, and then explained, "Tomorrow we are going to work on the Kamen Rider set, as if we are holster actors."

"Hey, that's it...can I go too?" Rina Hinami suddenly said excitedly, "I haven't gone out on Sunday for a long time."

"You are so relaxed, will there be no problem in the exam?" Kazuma couldn't help but ask.

It's already December, and the entrance exams for each school will be in March next year. According to He Ma's senior year of high school, it has now reached the 100-day sprint stage of the college entrance examination.

In his previous life, He Ma was in the 100-day sprint stage of the college entrance examination. He had to study a whole set of papers almost every day and "swimmed" in the sea of ​​questions.

"I'm also a former student council president, and I'm among the best in my grade. It's just Waseda University, so it's easy."

"A arrogant soldier will be defeated." Kazuma warned her, "Those who drown are those who know how to swim."

Hinami Rina chuckled and said, "Since master is so worried about me, then from today onwards I will live in the dojo and let master, a university student from Tokyo, tutor me every day, okay?"

"No." Kazuma flatly refused.

"Why! Master, you have to guide Ikeda-san anyway, right? What's wrong with taking me with you?"

"My sister will be as alert as a cat that invades her territory." Kazuma replied.

By this time, they had gone down to the first floor of the shopping mall through the elevator. When they exited the elevator door, a child pointed at Hinami Ricai and said, "Mom, look, it's the big sister from the hero show! The big sister is on a date!"

Hinami Rina immediately burst into laughter, and then said to Kazuma: "Then master, just confirm your relationship with me, Chiyoko won't say anything, and I can get counseling, killing three birds with one stone!"

"Are you sure? You can't beat any of the senior sisters in the dojo, right? When they come to beat you, I won't help you." Kazuma said.

In fact, Hinami Rina not only couldn't beat the senior sisters in the dojo, she couldn't even beat Haru, the younger junior sister.

Hinami Rina: "I should be able to beat Jinguji-senpai!"

No, wait a minute, that one is the worst to mess with.

But before Kazuma could remind him, Hinami Rina had already changed the subject: "By the way, master, you go to the set tomorrow, and remember not to touch the nutritional supplements they give you."

Kazuma frowned slightly and became alert: "What nutritional supplement?"

"Recently, my mother got a blue pill from her friends in the entertainment industry, and then coaxed me to say that taking it will improve my brain power. Her friends are all taking it."

Kazuma immediately thought of what Johnny was talking about.

"You didn't touch it, did you?" Kazuma asked worriedly.

"Of course not, it's too suspicious. But my mother kept nagging, saying that she had already taken it for testing, and it contained vitamins and some nutrients. But she would take it for testing, which means she also thinks the medicine is suspicious. He actually tricked his daughter into eating it." Rina Hinami showed an indignant expression, "I want to get admitted to Waseda as soon as possible and then leave home."

Kazuma: "You have been admitted to university, and your family has to pay for the tuition, right?"

No, Kazuma thought, I should ask more about that medicine.

But since I have already asked, I can only continue the topic with Hinami.

Hinami Rina sighed: "I have saved some money myself, at least the first year's tuition does not need to be paid by my family. But after that... maybe in order to pay tuition and continue my studies, I will have to go back to work as a reader model.

"Don't tell me, the reader modeling profession is quite lucrative. You can get paid by posing in a few poses and being photographed for a day."

Kazuma remained silent.

Hinami Rina glanced at Kazuma quietly: "Hey, I thought, master, you would pat your chest and say, I'll cover your tuition."

"I'm crazy. The burden on me is already heavy enough."

"But, I don't understand. Is there any difference between Qingliu and me? Master, why can you accept Qingliu as your family, but I can't?"

Kazuma: "Seiryu is homeless."

"What the master means is that when I go back, I will take all my family members with me..."

"Don't go!" Kazuma quickly interrupted Hinami Rina, don't let me suddenly become a yandere.

Hinami Rina continued: "Then let's assume that my parents suddenly had a car accident and I was suddenly homeless. Master, will you take me in?"

Kazuma was silent for a few seconds before replying: "I should take him in."

"When the time comes, will the master bear my tuition fees?"

"No, please use the insurance company's compensation to pay for your tuition when the time comes."

The food in Nichinan is amazing.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Sure enough, the difference between me and Qingliu is that I have never fought against you, master."

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Kazuma asked in surprise.

"There's no reason, I just feel that way. But... I don't know what Qingliu looked like when I was fighting against you, master, but now she looks like a little sister hiding behind her brother.

"Although she may be very good at swordsmanship, I don't feel the high fighting spirit in her like Miss Honami."

Just as Kazuma was about to answer, Hinami Rina suddenly let go of his arm and ran two steps forward to get the monthly pass into the subway station gate first.

She turned to look at Kazuma on the other side of the gate, her hands behind her back.

Kazuma suddenly felt that this scene was very similar to a certain scene in "Tokyo Love Story" that he had watched as a child in his previous life.

Hinami Rina said to Kazuma through the turnstile: "Senior's gentleness is sometimes like poison, so that's why Honami-chan gradually stopped showing up in the dojo."

Kazuma: "She's just busy with the consortium's affairs."

"Are you really that busy? Aren't you afraid that the poison from your senior will erode your courage to walk alone?" Rina Hinami asked with a smile.

Kazuma shrugged, took out his monthly pass from his pocket and showed it to the subway attendant guarding the turnstile.

The subway attendant nodded and opened the gate.

Kazuma walked towards Hinami Rina, but Hinami Rina turned around and walked forward with her hands behind her back.

She was wearing a long coat, and the hem of the pleated skirt of Beigao's winter sailor suit was exposed under the hem of the coat.

Due to the influence of "Sailor Suit and Machine Gun", the current concept of ordinary people has become that long sailor skirts equal too young girls, so good students now wear shorter skirts.

Hinami Rina's skirt is also so short that only less than three centimeters can be exposed under the hem of her coat.

It was December, and it had already snowed a few times in Tokyo. Her bare legs made people feel cold just looking at them.

As she walked, the hem of her skirt kept swaying, and every time it rose up, people couldn't help but think about it.

As a strategy to keep out the cold, she wore thick white knee-length socks, which maintained just the right amount of absolute space between the socks and the hem of her skirt.

There may be elastic at the top of the sock that digs completely into the thigh.

Kazuma hurriedly caught up with Hinami Rina, but suddenly found that the topic seemed to have been lost, and he could only find something to say casually: "Is your sailor uniform skirt too short?"

"What can I do? I also want to wear a long skirt that is above the knees, but now when the Academic Affairs Office sees the long skirt, it thinks you are too young. It's all because of the sailor uniform and machine gun." Hinami Rina sighed, " I’m not going to pull out a machine gun from my bag and shoot.”

Kazuma shrugged.

Hinami Rina continued: "I heard, Master, that you told Taiei Pictures that Kawakaku's Sailor Suit and Machine Gun was a youth drama?"

"Yeah, I said that."

"You really said it, I thought it was just spreading rumors. Then did Taiying give you any reward?"

"No, they only paid me the money for being a martial artist on the Tokyo Limited Express."

"That's such a bad idea." Hinami Rina commented, "If I were a senior executive of Taiying Pictures, I would seize this cash cow, Master, to the death."

"Then you should work hard to get into college. And the Waseda School of Literature is not good. If you go there, you will either be a writer, a literary critic or a researcher, but you will not be a big capitalist."

In fact, you can go to the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology and work with Sophia University graduates who can’t make it in the world of international relations.

The two of them entered the platform while chatting. People in Japan usually have social activities after get off work in the evening - mainly drinking. People disperse to izakayas and other places, so there are much fewer people in the evening peak than in the morning peak.

Nichinan Rina found a place with few people, stopped one stop behind the yellow line, and continued: "Firstly, I am more confident about taking the Waseda exam, and secondly, it is the result of compromise with my parents. There are also actresses in the entertainment industry who joined dramas at Waseda. club, then joined a theater troupe in Tokyo, and finally made my debut. My mother never gave up the idea of ​​letting me debut."

Now that the topic has changed here, Kazuma pretended to be casual and said: "Speaking of which, did you take the blue pill that your mother got for you?"

"Yes, I secretly throw away two pills every day and pretend to eat them. Master, do you want them?"

Kazuma nodded: "Give it to me."

So Hinami Rina opened her school bag and took out a small bag - the same style as the bag that Johnny took out.

"Look, this is it."

Hinami Rina showed Kazuma the transparent side of the bag. The blue pills inside looked like they had just been soaked with water bombs - Kazuma had often played with water bombs all his life.

"Hand here." Rina Hinami said as she opened the bag.

Kazuma took out his handkerchief, spread it out in his hand, and stretched it out.

Hinami Rina poured two pills onto the handkerchief.

Kazuma carefully wrapped the handkerchief and put it in his pocket.

At this time, he noticed a child next to him, pointing here and saying to his mother: "Mom, the two brothers and sisters over there are exchanging pills."

The lady with the child was shocked, slapped the child on the head and cursed: "Don't mind your own business!"

After saying that, she glanced at Kazuma, with an apologetic smile on her face, and then immediately turned her head away, no longer looking here.

Hinami Rina stuck out her tongue: "It seems that he is being treated as a delinquent who is doing bad things."

"You look pretty happy?"

"Yes! Because I have wanted to be a delinquent for a long time. I once deliberately messed up the bow of my sailor suit and pretended to be a delinquent when I went to buy cigarettes. The clerk was so scared that he sold the cigarettes to me. Maybe it was wrong. I really have a talent for acting.”

Kazuma: "Is this... to resist your mother?"

"Yeah, if your teeth are black from smoking, you can't be a reader model."

Kazuma looked at Hinami, who was now completely dressed as a good girl, and imagined her Taimei form.

"So, did you finally smoke?" he asked.

"No, because I was choking. At that time, I was coughing so much that my lungs came out, so I gave up.

"Later I found out that many actresses actually smoke, and some also drink alcohol because they are too stressed. Therefore, it is impossible for me to smoke or anything to cause harm to my mother. It will only damage my lungs."

Hinami Rina turned to look at Kazuma: "Master will definitely smoke in the future. After all, the detective doesn't smoke, so he always feels that something is wrong."

Kazuma laughed. Indeed, no matter in movies or TV series or in real life, the detectives seemed to be smoking one after another.

Long trench coats and cigarettes seem to have become standard equipment for Japanese criminal police officers.

But Kazuma was reluctant to follow this routine.

He never smoked in his previous life mainly because he was under strict control when he was a child and didn't have much pocket money. For the same seven yuan, buying a pack of cigarettes was not as satisfying as going to the computer room and playing for three hours.

I'm afraid He Ma will have to stop smoking for the same reason in this life: he can't afford to smoke.

While Ma said this, Hinami Rina looked at his profile from the side.

Kazuma noticed the gaze and returned a questioning look.

Hinami Rina smiled and said: "Master will be distracted like this from time to time. I don't know what he is thinking. I always feel that the master at this time has a mysterious aura, as if he is far away from us."

He Ma joked: "I know you are hopelessly obsessed with me, you don't have to express your feelings so openly anymore."

Hinami Rina smiled even wider.

Just then, the train pulled into the station.

In this era, Japanese subways did not yet have screen doors - in fact, before Chinese subways installed screen doors, most countries' subways did not have screen doors.

The wind as the train entered the station blew Rina Hinami's hair.

She had to raise her hand and gently hold her hair.

After the car stopped and the door opened, Kazuma took the lead and got into the car.

Hinami Rina turned in front of Kazuma, turned to face him, stood on tiptoes and whispered into his ear: "Guess what I'm thinking about now, master."

Kazuma made a random guess: "Kiss me forcefully."

Hinami Rina chuckled: "I did think about it, but unfortunately, I guessed wrong~"

After saying that, she pushed Kazuma out of the car with a slight force.

Just at this time, the car door closed, and Hema quickly got back into the car through the gap between the two doors.

Hinami Rina: "Why don't you follow the routine? At this time, watching me leave in stunned silence is the development of a normal love drama, right?"

"There's nothing I can do," Kazuma spread his hands, "It's not my fault that I'm agile."

Hinami Rina took a step forward and started punching Kazuma in the chest with her small fist: "I don't care! Give me back my image as a little devil girl!"

He Ma nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll give it back to you. Look, I'm like this..."

Kazuma made a motion of taking something out of his pocket - of course nothing came out - and then stuffed the empty thing into the pocket of Hinami Rina's coat.

"Okay, I give it back to you. You are now a little devil girl."

Hinami Rina looked at Kazuma with wide eyes, with an expression like an old wizard looking at a Muggle apprentice.

Kazuma: "I gave it back to you, what else do you want?"

Hinami Rina didn't hold back for a moment and laughed: "Senior! How do you manage to keep serious while telling lies?"

Kazuma: "I am from the Tokyo University School of Law. If I don't go to the Metropolitan Police Department, I will be a lawyer in the future. Telling lies seriously is my skill."

"Don't give such a realistic answer all of a sudden! You legal jackal reserve."

Just as Kazuma was about to answer, he heard the kid who just saw him taking pills from Hinami Rina say, "Mom, they are an idiot couple!"

"Don't look!" The mother patted the child's head again, and then gave Kazuma a doubly apologetic smile.

Hinami was overjoyed: "We are an idiot couple, Master."

"We are not, calm down."

"That's what it looks like to outsiders! Moreover, master, you have taken advantage of me so much."

"You had to hug me yourself."

"Humph, I know that, Master, this is the trick for scumbags like you. If someone cheats on you, you won't refuse. If something goes wrong, you'll blame it all on the woman."

Stop scolding, stop scolding, Kazuma thought to himself, if you post it in the future, I will definitely give you a big mouth to let you know your position, woman.

Hinami Rina: "Master, are you thinking now that if I get close to you again, you will beat me hard to let me know where I stand?"

"You guessed it right." Kazuma nodded.

"Okay, so give me a little red flower!"

"Little red flower?"

"I guessed it right, shouldn't I be rewarded with a little red flower?"

Kazuma raised his hand and flicked her forehead hard with his index finger: "Here, your little red flower is here, on your forehead!"

Kazuma's finger did make a red mark, so there is nothing wrong with calling it a small red flower.

Hinami Rina covered her forehead and made a sound that was more like a scream than a scream: "Yeah~"

He Ma shook his head repeatedly.

In a sense, Hinami Rina is much more difficult to deal with than Mikako, who attacks directly.

He decided that no matter what Hinami Rina said from now on, he would just do it perfunctorily.

He didn't want to get closer to this apprentice anymore.

So he looked at the scenery outside the car window.

Tokyo outside the car window is filled with sights that Kazuma is very familiar with - in his previous life, when he left his hometown and went to the provincial capital to go to university, he also saw this kind of scenery: there were busy construction sites everywhere, and there were many tower cranes in his field of vision.

Today's Japanese society has not yet reached stagnation, and is full of vitality everywhere, much like the motherland in Kazuma's memory in the 21st century.

I don’t know when I will be able to return to the land in my memory. Even if I go back as a "foreigner", it would be nice to go and see it.

Maybe I made a mistake by choosing the Faculty of Law at Tokyo University. I should have gone to Sophia University and studied Chinese, and then I could have returned home as a diplomat.

Kazuma was thinking about this, and suddenly found that Hinami Rina next to him was eerily quiet, so he turned to look at the girl.

He found that the girl was looking at the office workers in the carriage in a trance.

Kazuma turned around to confirm what the girl was looking at, but he didn't find anything noteworthy.

At this time, the girl herself said: "I'm not looking at a specific person, senior. I'm looking at them."

They - the word the girl said should generally refer to office workers.

Hinami Rina continued: "Looking at their attire, they should be ordinary members of the society. With a stable job, as long as they go to work on time and dawdle around, they can be promoted step by step, and the company will protect them for the rest of their lives.

"Every day in their future can be predicted to be the same day. The so-called becoming a social person means finding a company like this and slowly decaying."

Kazuma couldn't help but glance at Hinami Rina and said, "This really sounds like something someone from the Literature Department of Waseda University would say."

"Humph, you must be impressed by me." Rina Hinami smiled, but immediately returned to the slightly sentimental tone just now, "I'm actually very afraid that I will rot in a corner like this for the rest of my life. I will obey. My mother’s wish is to become a reader model and strive to make her debut, but she also wants to seize her own life with great vigor, right?”

Kazuma: "Even if that means having to stay open?"

Hinami Rina showed a helpless and pitiful smile: "If you really want to go that way, there's nothing you can do about it, right? After all, I don't have a singing voice like Haruru, I can't dance, I can't play shamisen, and I don't have any at home. A whole consortium came to support me in pursuing my dream.

"If beauty is my only weapon, then there is nothing wrong with me using this weapon, right?

"Of course, I no longer want to be in the entertainment industry. Master, do you think the writer Hinami Rina is better, or the literary critic Hinami Rina?"

"Don't be a writer." Kazuma said what he heard in his previous life, "Writing a book will lead to a dead end."

Hinami Rina smiled and said, "Master, do you think I can rival Dazai Osamu?"

Kazuma: "It's not just Osamu Dazai. The suicide rate among Japanese writers is too high."

At this time, the train pulled into the station.

Hinami Rina suddenly stuck out her tongue: "I saw my mother, she actually came to pick me up at the station... It's so annoying that the last sweet walk with the master was just gone."

"There's no such thing as sweetness," Kazuma corrected.

"Well, see you tomorrow, master, at Grand Central Station, right?"

It seems that Hinami Rina has made up her mind to go to the Kamen Rider studio tomorrow.

Kazuma nodded: "Yes, but we can meet at this station first, and then hang out sweetly."

"There's no sweetness." This time he corrected himself with Japanese cuisine. After saying that, she got out of the car and walked towards her mother.

Aunt Hinami was looking at Kazuma with hostility.

Kazuma thought to himself: Auntie, you have wrongly blamed me. Your daughter, without my guidance, might not have followed her own path.

The train doors close and start again.

Hinami Rina's slightly lonely face outside the car window gradually faded away.

**

Kazuma returned home and directly picked up the phone at the entrance.

He dialed Hanabusa Takashi's number.

Hanabusa Takashi immediately picked up the phone: "Moses Moses?"

"It's me, Kazuma. I..." Kazuma suddenly became alert, wondering if Welfare Technology had eavesdropped on his phone, so he swallowed the words he got the blue pill, "Are you free now? Come to my house. Let’s have dinner.”

"If you are free, you are free. You have something important to say, right? I suggest you say it on the phone, because usually if you don't say anything on the phone that you have to meet in person, all you will see is your body."

Kazuma: "I'm very skilled in martial arts, let them do it."

Hanabusa Takashi was silent for a second, and then said: "Then you saw my body."

"Stop talking nonsense and come here. If you die, I promise you that I will repay you with blood. No, I will repay you ten times."

"Okay, I'm relieved because of your words. I'll be there right away. You'd better get big news that's worth my risk."

**

An hour and a half later, Hanabusa Takashi arrived at Kiryu Dojo, and it was not a corpse.

Kazuma jokingly held a handful of garlic when he opened the door for him.

"Wait a minute! Smell this first!" He brought the garlic to Hanabusa Takashi.

"Don't make trouble. This is a special attack weapon against vampires. It's useless against a zombie like me." Hanabusa Takashi waved his hand and entered the door with his slippers.

Kazuma led him to the dining room.

"Oh, the fish was fried very delicious tonight." Hanabusa Takashi said and sat down at the table, then nodded to Chiyoko who was serving him rice, "Thank you."

Kazuma took out the blue pill.

He had transferred the pills that had been wrapped in the handkerchief to a plastic bag.

Hanabusa Takashi frowned and looked at the two pills: "I have always heard about this thing, but I have never obtained a physical product. They are very wary of reporters."

Kazuma: "This is the real thing. I want to trouble you to test it."

Hanabusa Takashi: "No problem, but wouldn't it be more appropriate to leave this to Shiratori?"

Kazuma frowned slightly, and he thought about the night of the Tsuda group, when Shiratori shot Tsuda.

It's not that I don't trust Baitiao, but it's always right to be cautious.

"For Shiratori, you won't have big news." Kazuma responded.

Hanabusa Takashi smiled: "Okay, I'll go find a familiar underground chemical practitioner right away and get back to you tomorrow."