I teach kendo in Tokyo

Late at night on the same day, Hanabusa Takashi came out of Kiryu Dojo and went straight to Itabashi District.

Itabashi District is one of Tokyo's industrial areas. There are a large number of factories and some companies' R\u0026D facilities are also located here.

Japan's latest development plan is gradually moving factories in Tokyo's 23 wards to surrounding satellite cities such as Hachioji, but this plan has just begun to be implemented.

There are still a large number of factories in Banqiao District. These factories are producing day and night, and workers work in three shifts to keep the machines running all year round.

In Banqiao District at night, the lights are bright everywhere, but they are not neon lights, but industrial spotlights. The whole area has a mechanical texture and is full of cyberpunk meaning.

The same scene will appear in the suburban industrial zones of China's coastal cities in a few decades.

Hanabusa Takashi drove his motorcycle into a small factory with dark lights.

The small factory is built next to a four-story building. The building is brightly lit, and the convenience store on the first floor, which is open to night shift workers, is open normally.

Hanabusa Takashi got off his motorcycle, locked it, found the side door of the small factory with ease, and knocked on it.

The next moment, an old xenon lamp that I didn't know where to buy came on, illuminating Hanabusa Takashi's face.

At the same time as the light was turned on, the CCTV indicator light in the upper right corner of the iron gate lit up, and the camera was focused on Hanabusa Takashi.

Then the iron door clanged open.

Hanabusa Takashi pushed the door in and locked the door.

The factory building is filled with mechanical devices and various jars. The lights are on on the second floor of the duplex structure, and people can be seen working on it.

Hanabusa Takashi said loudly: "I haven't seen you in a few months. There are a lot of clutter here."

"Be careful, there are some things in these jars that are not friendly." A slightly tired voice came from the second floor.

"No matter how unfriendly you are, can you be more unfriendly than people's hearts?" Hanabusa Takashi joked.

"That's true, but I can still injure you severely." The voice from the second floor replied, "Come up here. Let me see what trouble you have caused me."

Hanabusa Takashi smiled and walked upstairs. When he reached the second floor, he saw a pale middle-aged man sitting behind the long table.

"Damn," he said, "you look like a vampire, as if you would turn to ash when exposed to sunlight."

"Maybe that's true." The middle-aged man replied.

Hanabusa Takashi laughed and sat across the long table from the middle-aged man.

When he sat down, he smelled a strange smell: "What is this smell?"

"What else could it smell like? Don't you know what kind of factory I am here?"

“Can fake wine still taste like this?”

"No, this time it's a fake washing powder. One bag contains two-thirds of the cheaper ingredients, but it doesn't affect foaming. In fact, when I tested the product I mixed, it foamed more intensely than the genuine product, but it just washed the product. Dirty stuff.”

Hanabusa Takashi burst into laughter: "Doesn't foaming more vigorously mean stronger washing ability? The popular science books I read personified soap bubbles as warriors fighting stains. If there are more warriors, it will not be able to be washed clean."

"What kind of children's picture book are you reading? You can't take it seriously." The middle-aged man waved his hand, "So what trouble did you give me? Let me explain first, I don't do the work of disposing of corpses. It's called a 'sweeping room'. But recently, the police have begun to introduce a kind of light. Even if it is extremely diluted blood, as long as there is a little bit left, it will fluoresce when it is shined."

"Who do you think I am?" Hanabusa Takashi was shocked.

"I think you will get involved in this kind of thing sooner or later." The middle-aged man shrugged.

"Don't be joking. I'm looking for you for a serious business. Please help me find out what this thing is made of." Hanabusa Takashi took out the blue pill he got from Kazuma and threw it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man caught the pill and put on his glasses to observe carefully.

"Dyeing cod liver oil?" was his first thought.

"That would be great if that's the case. This is a nutritional supplement that is very popular in the entertainment industry recently. It is said that taking it can help improve your acting skills."

The middle-aged man frowned: "Improving acting skills? I've heard that drugs can improve concentration and explosive power. This is the first time I've heard about improving acting skills. Isn't that something that can be done by focusing on it?"

He stood up and walked to his workbench with the pills in hand.

"Is it okay if I destroy one first?" he asked.

"No problem." Hanabusa Takashi waved his hand.

The middle-aged man came to the instrument, took a pill and placed it on the glass slide. He gently poked it with tweezers and squeezed the liquid inside onto the glass slide.

While working, he continued: "I have heard about the use of stimulants in the entertainment industry to increase excitement, but the effect is not good, because sometimes when you are too excited, you tend to exert too much force. In addition, actors use anesthetics to reduce Stress is also not uncommon.”

Hanabusa Takashi said: "I know all this. I am the entertainment reporter of Weekly Fangchun. No one knows the filth of the entertainment industry better than me. However, if you have actual evidence that a big shot uses anesthetics, I will give it to you." Buy at a high price.”

"Don't bring your ideas to bear on your old friend." The middle-aged man sighed, "I really doubt you will poke me out if you are short of material in the future."

"It's impossible, our magazine won't cover the miserable life of a down-and-out chemist."

"Your words hurt me a little."

"Are you still afraid of this kind of harm now?" Hanabusa Takashi teased.

The middle-aged chemist showed a helpless smile: "Damn it, if you keep burying me like this, maybe I will be cruel enough to build that thing."

"Then I will report you to the Narcotics Management Division, and you will receive a bonus based on the kilogram found." Hanabusa Takashi said nonchalantly.

The two of them chatted like this without saying a word. After about thirty minutes, the middle-aged man said with certainty: "This is a nutritional supplement."

Hanabusa Takashi was shocked: "Is it really a nutritional supplement? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Really, vitamin ABC, a little B2, and some amino acids are all harmless things."

"What about addiction?"

"Not at all. Unless you tell me that vitamin C can also cause dependence. However, I seem to be a little dependent on vitamin C recently..."

Hanabusa Takashi interrupted his old friend's thoughts: "Look at the other one."

"Fine."

After another moment, the middle-aged chemist shook his head: "This ingredient is the same as the other one. If it contains zinc, I can also say that it has a brain-tonifying effect. Now this ingredient cannot improve acting skills in any way. Where did you get this? Things, won’t they be deceived, right?”

Hanabusa Takashi shook his head: "Impossible. The source of this thing should be reliable. This should be the medicine that is circulating in the entertainment industry to improve acting skills. Lend me your phone."

"Over there." The middle-aged man pointed to the telephone hanging on the wall.

Hanabusa Takashi immediately went over to pick up the receiver, and then he complained: "Why are you still using the rotary phone?"

"I like the sound when the turntable turns back. What's wrong? It doesn't work?" the chemist replied.

Hanabusa Takashi shook his head and patiently finished broadcasting the phone number.

There was a ringing sound from the other side, and after three rings, Kiryu Kazuma's voice came from the other side: "Moses Moses?"

"It's me, Hanabusa Takashi. The test results are out. The pills you gave me are just some vitamins and harmless amino acids."

"Real or false." Kiryu Kazuma sounded suspicious on the other side of the phone.

"I'm also surprised, but the guy who did the test is an acquaintance of mine and he's reliable. Either you were deceived when you took the medicine, or there's another mystery to this thing."

Kiryu and Kazuma were silent for a few seconds, and then responded: "I remember the cheating guys I met when I was participating in the Jade Dragon Banner in Kyushu... It's okay. I'll tell you in detail when you come over."

"Wow, don't be like this. If you keep setting up your flag like this, one day it will come true."

"Then I will repay you double the amount when the time comes."

"But then I can't be resurrected. I still have unfulfilled ideals in life... Why are you laughing? I really do have ideals!"

Kiryu Kazuma: "Let's talk about it when we meet, that's it."

After saying that, the phone was hung up and there was a busy signal.

The chemist glared at Hanabusa Takashi: "The guy on the phone, you're worried that someone is eavesdropping, so you don't say anything, right? What did you get into? Don't bring me in. There is a public phone booth when you go out and turn left. !You use my landline phone to call..."

Hanabusa Takashi grinned: "Now you are in the same boat with us."

After speaking, he took out an envelope from his pocket and threw it on the table: "Test fee. I'm leaving first."

"Wait a minute! You bastard, tell me exactly what ship I got on!"

"An ordinary small boat can be overturned by the big waves of the times at any time." Hanabusa Takashi waved his hand and went down the stairs without looking back.

His leather shoes made a crisp sound on the floor of the stairs.

The chemist asked: "Then at least tell me who the enemy is, so that I can understand even if I die!"

"Welfare technology!" Hanabusa Takashi left this sentence, opened the iron door of the factory and went out.

The chemist looked at the door he had not closed and frowned slightly: "Welfare Technology? Aren't they selling physical therapy devices? What danger can they pose?"

Outside the iron door of the factory, the sound of a motorcycle starting was heard, and the rumble quickly faded away.

**

Kazuma put down the phone, frowned and held his chin, lost in thought.

That medicine is actually a vitamin...

The guys trained by welfare technology that we met on Yulong Banner seemed to be taking vitamins, but they thought they were stimulants.

Welfare technology can already use psychological suggestions to add buffs to people at will?

It doesn't make sense.

Kazuma followed the guy named Sugu on the Yulong Banner. Apparently he not only used the vitamins provided by Welfare Technology, but also often participated in Welfare Technology training.

But I didn't hear from Hinami Rina that her mother asked her to go to any training class.

It seems that this matter needs to be dug deeper to see the truth.

Just as Kazuma was thinking about it, Chiyoko came from the kitchen, stood at the connection between the entrance and the corridor, and asked worriedly: "Who called?"

"Our great reporter. That pill is just an ordinary nutritional supplement. I suspect it may have to be combined with other activities of welfare technology to be effective."

Chiyoko blinked: "Brother, you are just like a detective investigating the case now. Why don't you just drop out of Tokyo University and become a detective directly? Anyway, brother, you would rather go to the scene than sit in the office, right?"

Kazuma pouted.

If you graduate from Tokyo University and then pass the Class A Civil Servant Examination to enter the Metropolitan Police Department, you do have a high chance of becoming an office-based administrator.

And if you drop out of college and go directly to the police station to start patrolling, you can be sure that you will often visit the scene.

But rising directly from the patrol department to the top is like that of the Shiratori Police Department.

Kazuma: "Are you sure? After graduating from Tokyo University, you will be compensated by the police department. The salary is 8 million a year. Small patrols are much less than that."

Chiyoko sighed: "That's right... I don't have any money! Why didn't I agree to sell the dojo in the first place? This broken dojo won't make any money if I keep it, and I have to pay property taxes!"

In fact, real estate tax is a popular term. The correct names are fixed assets tax and urban planning tax.

The fixed assets tax is 1.4% of the total valuation of land and buildings, and the urban planning tax is 0.3% of the total valuation, adding up to a tax rate of 1.7%.

Kazuma's current property tax for the dojo and yard is estimated based on the average price in Tokyo. If it were based on the previous developer's valuation, Kazuma would be in trouble.

Even based on the average price, this is a tax of several hundred thousand per year.

Because Japan has a high property tax, even "rich people" like famous baseball players who earn hundreds of millions of yen every year rent houses in Tokyo, and buy houses in remote places or hometowns after they retire. ——Because the land price is cheap.

Chiyoko sighed: "Brother, you know, when I'm in class, the girls talk about boyfriends and cosmetics all day long, and I can't get a word in. All I think about are annuities, taxes, etc. Utility bills, what kind of fish to eat tonight, etc.”

Kazuma thought to himself, now we can still worry about what fish to eat tonight. When we are in our fifties or sixties, we will no longer be able to eat fish in the water because of nuclear radiation. Then we can tell our grandchildren how good fish is. Eat them to death.

Chiyoko: "I also want to spend every day like an ordinary girl."

Kazuma: "You can also talk about your boyfriend with your best friends."

"How can I not!" Chiyoko sighed again.

Kazuma was shocked: "No?"

"No la!"

"Then what is Amao?"

"Brother, you are so noisy! Ah Mao is at the critical moment of sprinting now, we can't let him be distracted." Chiyoko said firmly, "For this reason, I have to keep an eye on those women with ill intentions!"

Of course Kazuma knew who Chiyoko was referring to. He scratched his head and said, "Hinami probably doesn't need to worry. I think she's not interested in Amao. She just pretends to be interested to tease you."

Chiyoko: "Is it true? I don't believe it."

Kazuma spread his hands and refused to argue with Chiyoko.

Chiyoko suddenly said: "By the way, bro, have any of your seniors become tax actuaries?"

"Yes." Kazuma recalled for a moment. He didn't think of a specific person, but the graduates of Tokyo University are all over the political, business and financial fields. There must be tax actuaries. "What are you doing?"

"Of course, let him make a tax avoidance plan for us! If he is a senior brother, he should not charge money out of consideration for the friendship between the same disciples, right?"

Chiyoko's eyes were already sparkling, and in the cold winter air, her fiery gaze made people feel a little bit of warmth.

Japan has professional tax actuaries who are entrusted with helping people formulate tax avoidance plans - this job is a bit like what the protagonist Andy did in prison in "The Shawshank Redemption."

For example, some cartoonists, under the guidance of tax actuaries, include their expenses for purchasing comics and notebooks into their consumption of materials. In this way, the net income on their tax statements is reduced, and the income tax they have to pay is reduced. It's greatly reduced.

It is said that some cartoonists wanted to count the money they lost playing mahjong as part of the material procurement fee, but failed, so they had to take a long hiatus to reduce their income to avoid taxes.

It's just a rumor.

Kazuma seriously considered Chiyoko's suggestion: with the current income level of the Kiryu family, it is obviously not cost-effective to hire a tax actuary to avoid taxes. The tax avoided may not be as good as their commission.

But if there is a senior brother who can help for free, it will be a pure profit.

As expected of my sister, she is getting better and better at shearing wool.

Chiyoko: "If I don't have a senior like that, we will borrow an accountant from Honami. Honami will definitely not ask for our money."

...She is indeed my sister!

Chiyoko clapped her hands: "Okay, it's decided. I'll tell Honami when she comes over tomorrow."

Kazuma: "Okay, just tell her directly and I won't get involved."

"That's right, bro, stop dawdling and teach Amao how to read!"

"Why don't you wait for me? Although I'm a college student and I usually have a lot of free time, I still have to write a report. It's the end of the term now..."

Chiyoko couldn't help but came behind Kazuma, pushed him forward, and said as he walked: "Then you write next to Amao. Write when he has no questions to ask you. Who won't let you write?"

"No, you haven't become his girlfriend yet, so why are your elbows turned outward?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Let me tell you, I won't be happy if you say this. If I'm not happy, I won't nod on your marriage. If he wants to take you away, he will defeat me..."

"Brother, are you like this! You, the successor of the Sword Master, the hero of Osaka, Haru Shirahamine's prince charming and savior, the nemesis of the KGB, and the beast tamer of Mikako, why are you so fussy about everything?"

Kazuma: "You're missing a Khaleesi from Kagoshima."

"What the hell is Khaleesi! Forget it, Kagoshima's Khaleesi, a natural Rishin-ryu teacher who doesn't understand Natural Rishin-ryu, are we all here now?"

"You have so many titles, how can Amao beat you? Either you just say that you don't want me to get married, then I won't marry. But look, my sister-in-law is at home all day long, and you and your future sister-in-law It’s not convenient, isn’t it?”

Kazuma shook his head: "No, I think it's very convenient. Anyway, if you turn your elbows outward like this, I, as the head of the family, will have to block you in the future. You don't want to get married without the blessing of your family, right? At the wedding venue, How embarrassing it is that none of your relatives has arrived!"

Chiyoko: "Then there are no relatives on Amao's side, so it doesn't seem to make any difference."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows - eh, yes, Amao only has one mother whose life or death is uncertain, and she probably won't come back.

Wait, then am I not equivalent to Amao’s father now?

Kazuma gave Chiyoko a sly smile: "I suddenly remembered that I am Amao's guardian now. That's easy. I will not agree to Amao marrying you then!"

Chiyoko gasped: "You... um, brother~ just concentrate on writing the report. Do you want some midnight snacks to replenish your brain?"

Looking at the smiling Chiyoko, Kazuma suddenly felt a chill: "Don't be like this, I can't stand your sudden change."

But Chiyoko still maintained her sweet smile and hugged Kazuma from behind: "Brother, I think you like the way Mikako hugs you from behind. Now that Mikako has gone home, does she feel cold behind her? It doesn't matter. , sister, I will take on the responsibilities that sister Mikako cannot fulfill!"

Kazuma: "Stop! Don't do this! If Takashi Hanabusa sees this scene, he will be very happy to put us on the cover of Weekly Haru!"

"Hanafusa-san is very Asasi, just like you, brother, Asasi, you will definitely not do this." Chiyoko got more excited and rubbed her nose against the horse's back.

At this time, there was the sound of something landing on the stairs leading to the entrance.

Kazuma looked up and saw senior Takami Ze holding a water cup and preparing to go downstairs to fetch water.

She dropped her water glass to the floor and stared at the Kiryu siblings in shock.

Chiyoko bounced off Kazuma like a spring: "No! I'm joking with my brother!"

Sister, is there any difference between your explanation and the three hundred taels of silver here?

Senior Sister Gao Mizawa picked up the cup, said "I didn't see anything" and ran away.

Chiyoko blushed, then slapped Kazuma hard: "It's all your fault, brother!"

"Why do you blame me? To be fair, I have stopped you!"

"You won't let me and...ah ah, I won't say anything anymore! It's all your fault anyway!" Chiyoko covered her face and ran away.

Kazuma looked at the direction of her escape and spread his hands.

Forget it, write the report.

**

The next day, Kazuma practiced as usual in the morning.

Since Amao gave up all part-time jobs, he would also do morning exercises with Hema, and only go to study after that.

This is also one of the few opportunities to talk to Ma now besides teaching him how to solve problems.

This morning Kazuma decided to fight his apprentice for the first time in a long time.

Kazuma held his bamboo sword and did not move. Instead, he asked: "How is your recent review? Are you sure about the national joint entrance examination?"

If you fail the national joint entrance examination, you are not even qualified to register for each school's recruitment examination. So this is the first hurdle that people who want to get into the University of Tokyo have to go through.

However, for those who have set their sights on Dongda University, the national joint entrance examination is basically just a formality.

But Amao is different. It has only been two years since Amao turned back, and he was not studying at all before that.

In the era of relaxed education, two years may be enough for a bad student to become a top student from scratch.

But this is the Showa era, and Japan's education sector has not been fooled by the United States into starting to relax education.

Amao showed a confident expression: "It's not a big problem for the joint entrance examination. But..."

Kazuma suddenly attacks Amao.

Of course, since it was an exercise under the rules of kendo, Kazuma still shouted out the target of attack: noodles!

But Amao's block was still a step too late.

He Ma Zhu Dao's first touch touched the bridge of Amao's nose: "You are scared. You still can't forget the results of the last national simulation, right?"

Amao bit his lip and nodded.

"You should know," Kazuma took back his bamboo sword, "I also got a C before the exam, right?"

"Those are the Jidao gang..."

"How are you sure it wasn't the Jida who did it this time?" Kazuma interrupted Amao, "You can't be sure, aren't you? So, it was the Jida who did it, and that's how it should be from now on. You don't have to Why don't you settle for the next best thing and apply for a school of your choice that has already received a B grade?"

"But, that's better than..."

"There is an old saying in China," Kazuma interrupted Amao again, "If you want to get it, you must seek it."

He finished speaking in Chinese, and then explained: "It means that if you want to achieve goal A, you must pursue higher-level goals. If you choose another school where you can get a B judgment for stability, say Maybe you won’t even be able to get into that school.”

Amao nodded vigorously: "Disciple understands."

Kazuma launched another attack, this time the target was Amao's arm. He did not shout out a warning, and at the same time increased the sword speed to the fastest.

Amao chose to cut down, but his speed obviously failed to keep up.

Kazuma's bamboo sword gave up before it touched Amao's arm.

Kazuma: "No, this is not the sword of a law knight. It is indeed right to spar with you. There is a big problem with your mentality."

Amao looked up at Kazuma: "Master, I..."

"Let me say one more thing, don't think about enrolling in a private school as a guarantee while taking the University of Tokyo exam. I can't afford private tuition, absolutely."

National universities all take exams on the same day, and in principle, you can only choose one—unless the candidate knows the art of shadow cloning.

Therefore, if you want to choose another school to guarantee your safety, it must be one national and one private.

Amao nodded seriously: "Disciple understands."

Kazuma: "Now that I understand, let it be reflected in your sword. I don't remember that I have ever taught such a weak apprentice."

Amao: "Understood!"

"Louder! No energy!" Kazuma roared angrily, exuding a crushing force.

Amao gritted his teeth and roared angrily: "Understood!"

As he did so, the entry above him glowed slightly.

Although it was only a faint light, Kazuma judged that he should cheer up a little.

This shows that this trick is effective.

So Kazuma continued to yell: "No! It's not exciting! Do you still want to get into Tokyo University after being so quiet?"

Amao continued to raise his voice and shouted: "Yes! I want to get into Dongda University!"

Kazuma saw that Amao's entry was a little brighter, so he repeated his old trick: "Can't hear it! Your master said he couldn't hear it, but he just can't hear it! Try it again!"

…

After repeating it several times, the brightness of the entry above Amao's head finally became barely acceptable.

It seems that shouting can slightly improve the depressed state, but it cannot be relied on completely.

Sure enough, we still need some opportunities to continue to guide Amao.

Kazuma attacks again, but this time Amao barely blocks it.

Although it's not as good as Amao's usual level, it's at least much better than the unpreventable state just now.

Kazuma: "That's right. I can feel your consciousness coming back. Now you come to attack. Show your determination to defeat me!"

Amao raised his sword and said, "Yes! My disciple is about to attack!"

The next moment he stepped forward and attacked with his sword——

Kazuma easily blocked the sword: "Continue! Don't stop! Attack as fast as you can!"

"Yes!" Amao continued to attack according to Kazuma's instructions.

The entire dojo was filled with the sound of clashing bamboo knives.

**

Chiyoko looked at the situation in the dojo through the crack in the door and breathed a sigh of relief: "As expected, I am the one who is more reliable. I can't make Amao relax at all."

"What, Qian-chan, you actually want Amao to relax?" Hinami Rina suddenly appeared next to Chiyoko and said with a smile.

Chiyoko was startled, screamed and jumped a step to the side. When she saw it was Hinami Rina, she frowned: "Why didn't you knock on the door?"

"I knocked, but no one answered the door. Maybe at that time, people in the dojo kept shouting "no energy" and "yes", so you didn't hear it. Anyway, the door was unlocked and I came in."

Chiyoko's eyebrows were raised: "You don't think of yourself as an outsider, do you? Also, the dojo does not teach classes on Sundays."

"Your brother and I have a date today, a date~"

Hinami Rina said with a smile: "Although we agreed to meet at the Central Station, a surprise attack at this time is a bonus! Xiaoqian, please remember this, it will come in handy in the future."

"I don't remember it. Why remember the experience of a loser?" Chiyoko said unhappily.

"Hehe, it seems that Xiaoqian is super confident." Hinami Rina smiled, suddenly opened the door of the dojo, and shouted to the master and apprentice who were still fighting passionately in the dojo, "Good morning!"

Amao was momentarily distracted, and Kazuma seized the opportunity to fight back, knocking the bamboo sword to the ground.

Kazuma: "Amao! You can't be distracted as a swordsman! Although I have taught you to watch in all directions and listen in all directions, that is two different things from being distracted! You have to watch in all directions and listen in all directions at the same time. Follow your opponent!"

Hinami Rina yelled: "Senior! Isn't this too overwhelming?"

"You're not trying to make things difficult for others, I can do it." Kazuma looked back at Hinami Rina and changed his tone, "Why did you come here? Didn't you say you would be at the Central Station at ten o'clock?"

"If I come here now, I can have a whole morning of sweet time with you, senior!" Hinami Rina said as she entered the dojo, came to Kazuma in three steps, and then turned around, "This dress and coat are How’s the combination?”

Kazuma gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, very pure and cute."

——It means blocking the edge of your strongest weapon.

He kept these words in his stomach.

Hinami Rina smiled very happily: "Hmph, I'm probably the second best in this dojo when it comes to choosing clothes!"

Kazuma: "What, just the second strongest?"

"Yeah, I feel like I can't beat Jinguji-senpai."

Kazuma thought about it, indeed.

He put away the bamboo knife and said to Amao, who still maintained the posture of holding the knife: "That's it for today. You've sweated a lot. I'm afraid you feel a lot better than just now. Take a shower, have breakfast, and get ready. review."

"Yes. Master, are you going out today?"

Kazuma nodded: "Yes. I'm going to work today. I'll go to the Kamen Rider set to play a supporting role."

Amao's eyes suddenly widened: "Are you going to the Kamen Rider studio?"

"Yes." Kazuma nodded, suddenly remembering how his apprentice got the entry of Law Knight, so he showed a boastful expression, "How is it, are you envious?"

Amao nodded: "I'm envious, very envious."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Master! Can you let me go and have a look too?"

Kazuma thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, just in time to change your mood."

Chiyoko said loudly: "Brother! Amao needs to learn!"

Kazuma: "Shut up, I have the final say on this matter, Amao, come on."