I teach kendo in Tokyo

As soon as Kazuma got home, he immediately started cleaning the knife.

Ancient knives require regular maintenance. Those that remain as clean as new after being left there for decades without maintenance are all modern stainless steel products.

Murasame wiped Kazuma first, carefully maintained it and put it in the knife room, then took a deep breath and took out the Bizen Nagafune Ichimonji Masamune from the knife rest.

The moment he picked up the knife, the unhappiness built up in Kazuma's heart suddenly burst out.

When people have incomprehensible thoughts, they don’t understand where this feeling of incomprehension comes from, and naturally they don’t know how to make their thoughts clear.

Kazuma didn't understand. When he drew his sword to save Kagawa Koko, his thoughts were very clear. Why now he had to draw his sword to seek justice, but he felt panicked and not at all as refreshed as after drawing his sword last time. Feeling good.

——Am I a person who sticks to procedural justice?

He Ma asked himself.

It's not like that. Rather, I am the kind of person who doesn't like to stick to the rules. When playing a running game with Ma, what he resists the most is playing the role of the lawful camp.

As long as the goal can be achieved, let it be whatever the rules are - that's what Kazuma thinks.

Kazuma thought about it while carefully writing the words Bizen Nagafune, but he couldn't get the answer.

I don't know if he sensed his doubts, but Bizen Nagafune Ichimonmasamune's voice became muddy, as if he had inserted a knife into the mud and stirred it.

Tamamo opened the door and entered the dojo, took a futon and sat down quietly opposite Kazuma.

Kazuma didn't speak, just wiped the knife quietly.

Tamamo spoke first: "This is the first time I've seen you so hesitant."

"I didn't hesitate," Kazuma said.

"What happened?" Tamamo asked.

"It's nothing, just a normal face-teasing taunt."

"Oh?" Tamamo looked very interested, "As far as I know, you have always been a person who doesn't take any advantage of your words. It's really rare. What's going on?"

"Takada was released."

"It was already time for him to be released on bail, but he just saved some bail fees."

Kazuma continued: "He said that if he were sued through civil means, even if he could be successfully transferred to criminal prosecution, it would still take several years. During that time, he would steal Hinami's heart."

Tamamo said decisively: "It's impossible. I got a new amulet for Hinami, a spiritual spell - no, now that the mystery is declining, it can no longer be called a spell, and spiritual spells are not effective on her. "

Kazuma: "What about psychology?"

"Do you think that kind of thing can be achieved by relying on pure psychology?" Tamamo asked.

Kazuma muttered in his heart: I couldn't do it in the world of my previous life, but not necessarily in this world. The psychology of this life incorporates some mysterious aspects, or in other words, it brings mystery into the scope of science.

Tamamo: "In my long life, I have often played the role of a listener. More than once, I have seen the strong men of mankind confused and hesitant, but without exception, in the end they all picked up the weapons they entrusted their lives to, Resolutely embark on the journey.

"Honestly, I quite enjoy this process. It would be even better if my subjects could talk to me during this process."

Kazuma glanced at her and didn't answer. He lowered his head and continued to focus on maintaining his beloved sword.

Then Kazuma heard the sound of shamisen. He raised his head again and looked at the musical instrument that appeared in Tamamo's hand in confusion.

Tamamo smiled, said nothing, and continued to play the strings.

It was a melody that Kazuma had never heard before.

The melody is very lively, reminding people of outings in spring and picnics by the creek in the countryside.

Kazuma's mood gradually became happy under the influence of music.

At this moment, he heard the voices of Amao and Chiyoko coming from the yard.

After hearing his apprentice's calm voice, Kazuma's joyful mood suddenly dropped.

At this moment, Kazuma finally understood why his thoughts were not clear.

He didn't want to violate Amao's creed.

Kagawa Koko's time, it was Kazuma who didn't take action. The girl's life might be in danger, so he had to draw the knife. Kazuma had good reasons to convince himself.

He even wanted to throw this choice to Amao and see what he would choose.

Of course, Kazuma didn't tell Amao the truth. He kept telling Amao that he took action only after he found evidence.

But this time, there was no imminent threat to life.

Moreover, to take a step back, the possibility of Hinami Rina really falling in love with Takada cannot be said to be impossible.

In this case, Kazuma became very resistant to drawing the sword.

Because he didn't want to be an enemy of Amao's creed.

Kazuma let out a long sigh.

He raised his head and found Tamamo looking at him intently.

"Have you reached a conclusion?" Tamamo asked softly.

Kazuma: "No, I just know the crux of the problem."

Tamamo glanced at the door leading to the yard and said softly: "That's it."

Then her plucking hand suddenly shook, and the style of the melody suddenly changed, becoming like the soundtrack of a classical ghost story.

Kazuma: "Hey, even though it's the end of summer, there's no need to play such a cool song, right?"

Tamamo: "This is a song about a pair of brothers who turned against each other."

"You are so considerate."

"This is my advantage." Tamamo smiled.

While talking, Amao and Chiyoko entered the dojo while talking.

"Master, I'm back." Amao bowed to Kazuma in a polite manner.

And Chiyoko shouted: "What is this song? It's so weird? A new song written by my brother? Can this be sold?"

Kazuma waved his hand: "No, I'm afraid when this song was born, Tokyo was still called Edo."

Tamamo: "That's wrong. Edo Castle hadn't been established at that time. It was just a small fishing village surrounded by a deserted beach."

"Is it actually a song that early?" He Ma was stunned.

"Yes, at that time I was still in Gion, Kyoto, and hadn't moved to Tokaido yet."

Chiyoko said "Hey" and was about to continue complaining when Amao interrupted her.

"Master, I have prepared the entrustment information. When Miss Hinami comes back and signs it, we can start the process."

As he spoke, he placed a thick stack of documents on the low table in front of Kazuma.

Kazuma glanced at the document: "You also hired a typist to type out the document?"

Computers were still a rarity in this era. To produce such formal documents, you had to find a typist to type them out.

Amao: "I didn't look for it. I worked for a garbage recycling company. There were office buildings nearby, and people often asked people to recycle typewriters. I said hello to the old man who took me there, and I dismantled some good parts and saved them myself. A typewriter.”

Kazuma opened his mouth in an O shape: "Have you saved a typewriter?"

"Yeah, it's actually not very complicated. I saved it very quickly. I was originally planning to save a motorcycle myself, but it seemed a bit difficult."

"Just to be on the safe side, let me confirm," Kazuma said seriously, "You have the kind of typewriter that can't kill people, right?"

Amao blinked: "If you kill someone... you will probably die if you hit him on the head."

Chiyoko: "Did you meet my brother on the first day? The typewriter he was talking about was the Chicago Typewriter. Didn't we go to see Once Upon a Time in America together two days ago? That's the clicking submachine gun there."

Kazuma: "You also went to see Once Upon a Time in America?"

"Look! But I fell asleep in the second half." Chiyoko replied.

Kazuma was even more shocked: "You fell asleep watching Once Upon a Time in America? It's such a great and artistic film!"

Chiyoko: "The second half is very boring. Besides, Amao sleeps harder than me."

Kazuma stared at his apprentice: "Isn't it?"

"Once Upon a Time in America" ​​is Kazuma's third favorite American movie.

Amao smiled in embarrassment: "It's too long, four hours. The part where they conquered the world was very enjoyable to watch, but after several brothers died and 'Noodles' was left alone, I fell asleep later. ”

Kazuma: "How could this be? The catching up in the later part, the helplessness in facing the vicissitudes of time, and the helplessness of the best brother who knows people and faces but doesn't know his heart, is the essence of the movie!"

Tamamo looked at Kazuma suspiciously: "Have you finished watching it? When did you go to see it? It was a four-hour long movie, right? Do you have time to go see it now?"

Kazuma: "The original English version I watched with Anno and the gang last year is not the 'bubai' (dubbing) version this year."

Tamamo looked suspicious, but said nothing more.

Chiyoko: "Ah, I remembered. I remember in the second half of the movie, the protagonist reunited with his childhood goddess, and the goddess married a high-ranking official. It was surreal."

Kazuma: "Yes, but that senior official was actually his brother back then. He gained the capital to enter politics by betraying several of their brothers."

Chiyoko: "Hey, that's it, I didn't see it! Well, at first they secretly watched the heroine practicing ballet in the basement. It felt great. I thought the protagonist and the heroine would have a lingering love. .”

Kazuma: "Only love that cannot be realized has an imperfect beauty."

Chiyoko looked at Amao: "Did you hear what your master said?"

Amao: "Let's talk about this document. Master, look at what I typed out on the typewriter, is it okay?"

Chiyoko curled her lips and looked unhappy.

Kazuma put down the half-maintained Bizen Nagafune Ichimon Masamune and picked up the stack of documents that Amao put on the table.

The writing is very clear, and it doesn't look like a typewriter made from old parts of a scrapped typewriter.

Amao said next to him: "It's a pity that the ink must be new. I want to mix the ink myself, but I always get the wrong formula and the wrong color."

Kazuma: "Nonsense, if ordinary people can get the formula easily, then the consortium won't have to mix it up."

Chiyoko interrupted: "The house Amao rented, let me tell you, it looks like a small factory."

Amao: "What you said is wrong. It's not like a factory, but the factory building I originally rented from a small factory that went bankrupt and closed down."

Kazuma: "A place like that is more expensive than an ordinary apartment, right?"

"No, the location is very bad, and there are a lot of mosquitoes in summer. Most people would not rent a place like that. After the landlord confirmed that I would not open a factory, he rented it to me at a very low price."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and continued to read the document - suddenly, he remembered something: "No, this is a Japanese document. Japanese mechanical typewriters are bulky and heavy, right?"

Amao nodded: "Yes, the movable type typewriter is very big. I removed every movable type from the old machine, and it took me a long time to put together a set."

He Ma was speechless.

Typing such a document using a movable type typewriter is a technical job and requires a specially trained typist.

Amao produced the typed version of this document in just one day, indicating that he had mastered the use of a movable type typewriter.

Kazuma: "Why are you learning such a useless technology? Why don't you just pay a little money to find a typist?"

"It's very expensive to hire a typist every time. If you type it yourself, you can save a lot."

Kazuma sighed: "However, the movable type typewriter and its method of use are things that will soon be eliminated. Electronic phototypesetting technology has been applied on a large scale. Soon personal computers will become popular on a large scale, and your technology will be useless."

Amao smiled: "How is that possible? Personal computers are so expensive, much more expensive than Nintendo's FC. How can something like that be popularized on a large scale?"

Kazuma shook his head: "You have underestimated technological progress. Not only will personal computers become popular rapidly, but so will mobile phones."

Amao was about to speak when he suddenly turned to look at Chiyoko.

Kazuma had long noticed that Chiyoko was pinching Amao's thigh under the table.

Probably to prevent Amao from arguing with Hema.

Amao smiled: "Then I'll look forward to this future. But before it becomes popular, I can use this first, and I can save a little bit."

Kazuma could only nod.

He looked at Amao, and suddenly his heart moved slightly, so he said, "Amao, if one day you meet a prisoner who cannot be punished by law, and he is so proud that he commits another crime, what will you do?"

Amao said seriously: "If you haven't violated the law, you can't be called a prisoner."

"I know. What I mean is that laws are made by people, and things made by people are bound to have flaws. How do you deal with such criminals who have no way to punish them through law for the time being?"

Amao: "Promote legal progress, urge the promulgation of new laws, and then sanction him."

Kazuma: "What if the retroactive period is about to expire?"

"After the retroactive period, it's up to him. But I will keep an eye on him to prevent him from committing another crime. If he does it again, I will definitely bring him to justice."

Kazuma: "If you do it again, there will be new victims and good people will die."

"I will stop crime. If I can't stop it, I will punish the criminal and make him pay."

Kazuma: "What if you could kill the criminal in advance so that the crime would not happen?"

"If you have criminal intent, you can act in self-defense." Amao said in confusion, "What on earth are you talking about, Master?"

Kazuma pouted.

It seemed that it was impossible to communicate with his apprentice unless he explained the whole story clearly.