I teach kendo in Tokyo

After drinking his coffee slowly, Kazuma got in the car and went straight to the address Hashimoto gave him.

This address is in Okura and has to pass through most of Tokyo.

But Kazuma didn't take the city route - the starting point was Odaiba anyway, so he simply drove up the coast and drove all the way along the coast.

"Wait a minute!" Asano looked at the sea on the left, "Why are you driving along the seaside? Aren't you going to Okura?"

"I'm afraid we won't be able to get out when we enter the city. Although the road is far to the seaside, you see, the whole journey is smooth."

Asano raised his eyebrows and looked at Kazuma suspiciously: "Is it really just because of this? Why do I think it's not so simple?"

Kazuma thought for a moment and patted the steering wheel: "Okay, I'll admit it. I just wanted to take a look at the visiting Wisconsin."

"Eh? Why are you looking at that?"

"It's a ship of the same type as the Missouri. It's worth taking a look just for this reason." Kazuma said enthusiastically.

Asano frowned: "Is your Todai a den of left-wingers or a den of traitors? Wouldn't it be a shame to be defeated?"

"How shameful is this? Before the end of the war, Japan went to war and the people were extremely poor. Didn't you read Jiro Horikoshi's memoirs? Before the war, when he came home from work, he saw a little girl and her younger siblings starving on the roadside. My stomach is waiting for my parents to come home from get off work. It would be better for a country like that to be destroyed.

"So I want to cheer loudly when the war is over, great! It's a pity that the Americans didn't hang the a**, otherwise it would have been perfect."

Asano seemed to be frightened by Kazuma's words. He glanced at Kazuma: "If this were before the war, your words would be enough for Tekko to shoot you."

"Look, you also know that before the war, it was an era of shit, right? So of course I have to take a look at the same class ship of the Missouri that signed the surrender agreement."

Asano: "Okay, you can watch. But is today an open day?"

"I don't know. I'm not going up. I'll just take a look from a distance." He Ma said and glanced at the sea on the left, and then said, "Even if you can't see the battleship, it's good to have a look at the sea view."

Asano replied angrily: "Aren't you tired of seeing the sea view all day long at the station? Also, you are busy dealing with the beautiful reporter sister all day long. I find it strange that the reporter industry is still dominated by men, right? Why are all the beautiful female reporters who come to interview you?”

Kazuma muttered "How could I know", but in fact he knew that this was all the fault of Hanabusa Takashi. This guy made Kazuma a romantic saint, making people think that the beautiful female reporters could be snatched by their looks. exclusive.

Of course, He Ma did not fall into their trap at all, and his strategic determination was still very good.

Asano was speechless and turned his gaze to the window.

After a moment, he suddenly smiled and said: "You are so charming, why don't you just win over Mrs. Kitamachi? She will cheat on you, mostly because Mr. Kitamachi has physical defects, and women also have needs."

These words made Kazuma laugh out loud because he remembered Honami's words last night.

"What are you doing? Are you suddenly having a convulsion? Hold the steering wheel tightly and don't swing it!"

Kazuma: "Don't worry, I'm very skilled in driving."

"So why are you laughing all of a sudden? Are you possessed?"

"No, I remembered that my apprentice told me the same thing last night."

"What the same thing?"

"Even lesbians have needs - I mean, women have needs too."

Asano: "Isn't this nonsense? If there is no need, what do the male idols that Johnny recommends eat? By the way, the police department claims that you are also in the entertainment industry, don't you know?"

Kazuma curled his lips: "I know."

In Japan, male idols and male stars are two different concepts. Idols are at the bottom of the entire entertainment industry. Even if most idols become popular, they are regarded as contributions that are highly praised by agencies.

Unless the idols themselves have a background in a theater troupe, most of them are just money-making tools for the agency, feeding off their youth.

Before 1975, Japanese male stars either followed the orthodox acting route or were professional singers, and rarely became idols.

Around 1975, agencies including Johnny's and the like began to launch various idolized boy bands, which valued appearance more than talent.

To put it bluntly, I rely on my appearance to make a living.

Of course, there are no "growth idols" like the later ones. The difference between Showa era idols and singers is probably only in their singing skills, but at least they have reached the professional level.

Showa idols even had to be good at carpentry and could pick up an electric drill to repair doors.

Kazuma, as someone with half a foot in the entertainment industry, of course knows this very well.

He also has a big journalist friend, and he often listens to Hanabusa Takashi telling secrets about the entertainment industry.

Asano: "I see that Johnny recently launched a new group, which is completely visual-kei, but their singing skills are not good at all, they are only a little better than karaoke level."

"Just be content. In more than ten years there will be idols who are not as good as Karaoke Mai Ba."

"Real or fake? What do idol fans like that look at? Only their faces?"

"Otherwise?" Kazuma asked back.

"That's so meaningless." Asano raised his eyebrows with a look of disgust, "If the entertainment industry has become like this, it's better to be destroyed."

Kazuma: "I agree."

Kazuma, who comes from an era when there are so many popular celebrities, couldn't wait to agree with his hands and feet.

Then the cab fell into silence, except for the roar of the engine.

Asano suddenly said: "Seriously, can you use your own charm to win over Mrs. Kitamachi? This will save a lot of energy."

"What are you thinking about? I don't have the ability to pick up girls."

"Hey, I've obviously found so many beautiful apprentices."

"That's because of my charisma." He Ma boasted proudly.

Asano did not retort. He stared out the window at the blue sea reflecting the afternoon sun for a while, and then agreed: "Indeed, the police department said that you are damn charming when you are holding a knife. Although I am a man and don't have that ability. A quirk, but I still have to admit it.”

Kazuma tilted his body to the side, closing the distance between him and Asano.

"Drive well and don't get into a car accident." Asano said, and then he changed the topic, "Now it seems that Mrs. Kitamachi's cheating is a certainty. The question is, does the Kitamachi Police Department know about it? If they know that Mrs. Kitamachi has been unfaithful, , wouldn’t it be strange to give his trump card to Madam? Does he still expect Madam to use these things to avenge him? "

Kazuma: "Perhaps there is no one else he can trust except his wife. He is a police officer of the police department, and the police department does not have a tradition of giving people partners."

After all, the daily work of the police department is basically fighting with various documents, and handling official documents does not require the bond with a partner.

Unlike the detective, if you develop a bond with your partner, you may be able to use two-person combo skills during battle.

If you accumulate enough bond points, you can also activate the riding skill, ride on your partner's neck, and then the two of you can launch a heavy attack together.

Kazuma told Asano all this.

Asano: "What the hell? Does your partner still have this function?"

"Of course, I have. I tried it when I was running a group on the desktop." He Ma said.

"Don't take the rumors about running groups as facts!" Asano said with a speechless expression.

But immediately he asked enthusiastically: "What is the specific situation?"

"Are you also interested in running a group?"

"I've run before. I played with people when I was in police college. I was running Dungeons and Dragons. I'm still running a communications team."

The communication team writes out their actions like a novel and sends it to the host of the game, and then the host writes the results of the action into a novel and sends it back.

In fact, it is equivalent to an interactive novel through postal mail.

There are many companies in Tokyo doing this now, and among the people who serve as hosts and are responsible for writing replies, there are a large number of future famous script writers.

For example, Xu Yuan Xuan.

It was not surprising that Asano had a communication group and a horse. He recalled it and told Asano what happened when he was running the group in his previous life as if it happened in this life.

"It was a Cthulhu Rules group at the time, and a group of people went to explore an ancient tomb in Egypt."

"Wait a minute, the rules of Cthulhu... are they COC? Wow, aren't these the latest rules?"

"That's right, we were part of the New Weird Tales Research Club when we were in college, you know, right? We studied Cthulhu and various folklore. The seniors in our club have basically become folklorists and folklore novelists."

Asano was speechless: "How many of your seniors are still alive?"

"Live well, Cthulhu is all fake, okay? Most folklore is basically a reflection of people's awe of the power of nature in an era of underdeveloped technology."

Kazuma said so, he is also Tamamo's confidant after all, and of course he must seize the opportunity to contribute to the elimination of the mystery.

"Okay, okay, keep talking." Asano urged.

"Anyway, our story that time was about exploring an Egyptian tomb, and then our senior sister got a character card of a doctor of archeology in a wheelchair."

In fact, this was done with a lifelong friend of Kazuma. Now for the convenience of telling, Kazuma has placed this story on Miu Amanaka-senpai.

Anyway, my friend from my entire life is also quite short, so it suits me just right.

"The wheelchair is a power wheelchair driven by an internal combustion engine, but the host of the game (KP) actually allowed her to use this card to run the group.

"Then while exploring the ancient tomb, he encountered an unspeakable monster. This doctor of archeology decided to run away in a wheelchair. The host couldn't let this guy pass an extremely difficult test of car driving skills.

"In the end, this guy had a great success, so he started flying in his wheelchair."

Asano laughed, overjoyed.

Kazuma continued: "At that time, I was about to be abandoned by my teammates. I looked at my character card and found that I had very high riding skills, so I applied to the host for a riding appraisal."

Asano laughed like a pig.

“In the end, I also had a big success, so my character, a strong man, rode on the neck of the archaeologist, and the archaeologist drove his own internal combustion engine wheelchair and ran wildly through the ancient tomb.

"The host was speechless by our two great successes, so he decided to ask those who witnessed this wheelchair to have a sanity evaluation because they doubted life.

“I didn’t expect that this group of people usually fail all kinds of appraisals, but this time all appraisals were successful.

"Not only that, these people all passed the extremely difficult test and climbed into wheelchairs."

He Ma paused for a moment to better prepare his emotions.

"So," he said solemnly after getting into a good mood, "in an ancient Egyptian tomb, a wheelchair driven by an internal combustion engine took a bunch of people and ran wildly like a motorcycle in an Indian military parade."

Asano laughed and sighed: "You are really lucky that you didn't let the host of the game kill you."

"He couldn't stand us for a long time and wanted to kill us several times.

"It's a pity that although our group failed in various identifications when looking for clues, we succeeded in various ways when escaping for our lives.

"At this time, facing this wheelchair running wildly in the ancient tomb, the host couldn't bear it anymore, and he decided to parachute the BOSS in front of us.

"He plans to use an extremely difficult lucky test to determine whether they will have a fierce collision with the BOSS.

“As a result, our group of people achieved great success again.

"That's when I said, 'I have my fighting weapon in my hand, and I think we all should have a fighting decision.'"

"Didn't the host jump up and strangle you to death?" Asano asked while suppressing laughter. After asking, he answered himself, "Oh, by the way, the host probably can't beat you."

"Obviously we can't beat him." Kazuma got off the slope and continued, "Maybe the host has given up, and he is already eager to send away us plague gods and start a new group with other kinder players. So the host agreed to a fight call for everyone in the wheelchair."

Kazuma stopped and skillfully demonstrated his selling skills.

Asano also bought it and urged loudly: "Tell me, what happened in the end?"

"We crushed the BOSS." Kazuma finally told the ending.

Asano was so happy that he slapped his thigh repeatedly.

After laughing enough, he adjusted his breath and said: "It's really fun to run in a group. You can move freely. As long as you can beat the host, you can do whatever you want. Unfortunately, this can't be the case in reality. If we were to do it now When investigating the death of the Kitamachi Police Department, you only need to throw a dice to get the key evidence, so there is no need to go to such trouble."

Kazuma: "Yeah."

Asano was about to say something else when he suddenly pointed ahead and shouted: "Hey! Look over the sea! Is that the Wisconsin?"

Kazuma turned around and saw the beautiful Iowa-class hull.

"Yes, that's it." Kazuma also became happy. After all, this was the first time he saw a battleship still in service.

He Ma also visited the Wisconsin in his previous life, but by that time it had been turned into a museum.

I don’t know if the Museum Wisconsin can move to fight aliens like the Missouri.

Kazuma looked at the mighty battleship in the distance and admired: "He is so beautiful."

"Yes, it's so beautiful." Asano nodded in agreement, and then added, "I wonder what it would be like if the Yamato was still there."

"There's no way it's still alive. Even if it survives after the war, it will be scrapped and sold for money." He Ma said.

Asano curled his lips: "Tch, I really have no dreams."