I teach kendo in Tokyo

"Okay, okay! Now that everything is clear, let's go back to the banquet!" After all, such a good thing has happened, how can we not celebrate it?

Chiyoko, who finally came to her senses, clapped her hands and greeted everyone, bringing the banquet back to its slightly deviated rhythm. "Oh, no, I'm so fascinated by the stories I told you. Many of the dishes are cold. I'll heat them up... Qingliu, why don't you play a song first to cheer everyone up?"

"Why do I have to do such a thing?" Qingliu responded, rolling her eyes, but still got up to get her guitar.

In the next few and a half hours, Chiyoko quickly reheated the cold dishes and brought them to the table, while Haruyu also picked up the guitar and played a tune that suited the current atmosphere.

During the melodious song, Honami poured wine for Kazuma, while Tamamo looked at the cherry blossom tree and played time. There was a lively atmosphere in the dojo, and Haru, who was humming and playing the guitar, asked as if he was remembering.

"Speaking of which, how long will it take for the period of clear and rainy weather to recover?"

"Well, Chang An Di has special blessings on monsters. I think I should be able to recover after staying in the dojo for about a week." Tamamo chewed the fried mountain branches and gave the case a rather expected answer.

"So fast? Wait, if that's the case, will you be able to cast spells without restrictions in the future? It seems like just now." Kazuma confirmed.

"It's okay if it's only in the dojo. It'll be the same after leaving the dojo. At most, it'll be easier to recover the demonic power." Tamamo replied with narrowed eyes.

"That's already pretty impressive." Kazuma nodded.

It is impossible to estimate how many incredible spells the great demon fox has mastered since the mythical age. In the past, it was difficult to replenish the demon power due to the consumption of demon power, so it could only provide minimal help.

Now that Chang An Di can replenish demon power at any time, the support level will of course be improved by leaps and bounds.

"Do you feel like you have found a great supporter?" Tamamo asked with a smile as if she could read his mind.

"Yes, that's a big supporter." Kazuma picked up a piece of fried potatoes and threw it into his mouth, then nodded seriously.

Although everyone had previously focused on the intermittent clear rain and the Ksitigarbha statue, the most noteworthy thing about actually going to Chang'an Lake was the mutated serum produced by Fuzhi Technology.

That thing turned the frail scholar Kozo directly into an invulnerable ghost. If it could be mass-produced, it would be called a biochemical nuclear bomb. At a larger scale, it could even change the current geopolitical structure of the world!

Fuzhi Technology came up with such an exaggerated formation quietly, which was indeed beyond Kazuma's expectations.

Just like this time when the catfish spirit was kidnapped by a caged bird, there will definitely be a mysterious aspect to the confrontation with Fuzhi Technology in the future. In this case, there is a big demon fox in the house who can act as a weapon, which should be said to be really reassuring.

"...I think so. The world has changed so fast. Even I didn't expect that science and mystery could come together." Tamamo shook her head, with a slightly lonely look on her face. But before Kazuma had time to speak, the fox changed the topic to Honami next to him.

"By the way, you haven't spoken much since just now, Honami. What are you thinking about?"

"...I have some regrets." Honami looked slightly gloomy as she held the stove.

"Regret that you chose to enter politics?" Tamamo said as if she already knew the answer.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that so many things happened around Kazuma during the period when I was entangled in boring government affairs and didn't come to the dojo... And I couldn't hear about it as an outsider until afterwards. This feeling is really... "Honami drank the soju sullenly, looked at Seiryu holding the guitar over there, and exhaled the faint smell of alcohol, "Seiryu, I really envy you."

"Yes, seconded." Tamamo added with a smile.

"Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh?" In terms of appearance and family background, Honami and Tamamo should undoubtedly be the top two in Kiryu Dojo. Such two people actually said sincere words of envy to themselves who were at the bottom, which made Seiryu Suddenly at a loss.

"Um, that's because I have more free time, so I can follow Kazuma. I didn't know that I would encounter these things... And speaking of it, wasn't you Tamamo the one who asked me to go in the first place?"

"Even so, those who should be envious will still be envious, right?" Tamamo asked Honami with a smile. After seeing Honami nodding in agreement, Seiryu became even more panicked. Fortunately, Kazuma spoke in time to save the situation.

"Okay, okay, stop teasing Qingliu. After all, Qingliu is more accustomed to that kind of situation, and you all have your own things to be busy with. There's nothing you can do about it if you miss it, right?"

"Tch, are you starting to protect Haru Liu now? Sure enough, our feelings are different after we team up to fight monsters together." The fox pouted, pretending to hide his face in sadness, "Honami, we will probably be beaten in the future. Are you in the cold palace? Let’s support each other and keep each other warm from now on..."

"No, I think what Kazuma said actually makes sense." Nanjo shook his head in surprise.

"Since ancient times, it has been a man's duty to defend his homeland. If a man fights bravely at the front, a woman should silently guard the man's back. Haruyu is enough. We don't need to all follow Kazuma."

"Huh? Sister Honami's views are unexpectedly conservative? She is obviously a female congresswoman of the new era." Chiyoko said in surprise.

"After all, I have been taught this way since I was a child, and after watching Kazuma, I feel that it is indeed the case..." Nanjo exhaled, then put on a respectful posture as if to straighten his mood, and bowed his head to Kazuma from a distance.

"Kazuma... no, Master. Thanks to Master, I heard many things that I have never heard of today. It is an eye-opener. Please allow me to express my gratitude."

Kazuma felt that Nanjo had something to say later, so he held the wine glass and did not answer.

"Whether it is Oshiba Mieko's curse, Hyuga Company's brainwashing crime, or Fuzhi Technology's demon serum, these are all things that go against common sense in the world. Even if you tell others, no one will believe it." Nanjo looked at Kazuma with an upright attitude and spoke eloquently.

"In other words, what you have done, Master, cannot be discussed on the table. No matter how much you give in the future, no matter how much you bleed or get injured, no one will know about you or thank you... Even so, you will Do you want to continue doing this?”

Honami's stern voice sounded in the dojo, and the sonorous and powerful tone did not allow for any confusion or confusion. Not only was Kazuma stunned for a moment when he was being questioned, but everyone else also looked at Kazuma as if they were being attracted.

Kazuma, who was being watched, scratched his cheek, feeling a little nervous.

It was quite boring to just shout slogans of justice at this time, and he couldn't show the words to Honami and the others, so how could he convey his mood? Kazuma struggled for a while, his eyes fell on the guitar held by Qingliu, and he suddenly had an idea.

"...I heard a song before, and it fits the atmosphere quite well. Let me perform it for you." Kazuma smiled slightly and tilted his head to look at the corner of the dojo. "Chiyoko, go and get Masamune for me."

"Eh? Brother, you can sing just sing, why do you need a knife?" Chiyoko complained, but she ran over and took Masamune over.

Kazuma took Masamune and gently stroked the blade with his hand as if he was brewing.

Everyone's eyes lit up one after another, and expressions of eager anticipation appeared on their faces. Everyone knows Kazuma's talent in music, and he often ignores music theory when he feels the urge to improvise. He can almost always come up with a well-known masterpiece, but I don't know what kind of music will be produced this time?

In front of everyone's attention, Kazuma caressed Masamune and closed his eyes for a long moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and drew his sword out of its sheath with a low voice.

The cold light of the blade shone, and while Kazuma remained silent, a solemn atmosphere quietly spread. Then with a snap of his fingers, Tamamo next to him handed over the wine cup as if he had already prepared it. Kazuma raised his head and drank the soju, then took advantage of the situation and stood up.

"The husband lives his life and earns a reputation..."

The phrase "a husband lives in the world" brings up the rhythm, and Hema holds an authentic sword and walks slowly in the dojo, walking and dancing, dancing and chanting.

"Achieving meritorious service and fame brings comfort to one's life..."

"To comfort my life, I will be drunk..."

"I will get drunk and moan wildly..."

A short tone of seven characters and one beat, accompanied by a deep male voice, echoed in the dojo. Sometimes generous, sometimes wild, sometimes graceful, sometimes passionate.

The authentic blade reflects the dim light, creating mottled afterimages in the dark sky, like the heroic spring and autumn, and like the clang of a golden horse.

A certain majestic and masculine atmosphere enveloped the dojo. The girls watched Kazuma dancing with swords and singing songs in fascination. Even Haruyu, who wanted to memorize the melody, could not make a sound.

I don’t know how long it took, but the singing gradually stopped.

Kazuma, who was singing happily, slowly sheathed his sword and sat down at the table again. It was only then that the girls woke up and sighed.

"Wow! Did you know, bro? You actually sang this song with the spirit of Lord Nobunaga's 'Fifty Years in the World'!"

Chiyoko's face was filled with wonder. Oda Nobunaga was a hero who almost unified Japan during the Warring States Period, and he might also be the most famous Japanese celebrity in the world.

"Fifty Years in the World" was a desperate poem he wrote when he was betrayed and failed. The poem also has a sense of heroism and freedom. Of course, strictly speaking, it is different from what Kazuma sang, but for Chiyoko, who doesn’t know much about history, this is already the highest degree of praise.

"It's not a rock style or a pop style... How should I put it? It's completely different from the previous songs. Rather than the tone and rhythm, it's basically driven by momentum... Wow, no, no, this song doesn't have the momentum at all. Not an ordinary person can hold it back..." Seiryu bit her lip, shook her head repeatedly, and looked at Kazuma in amazement, "To be honest, this has gone beyond the scope of so-called talent, I... I can't even find the words. To describe that feeling..."

"It's courage." Honami added for Haru. At this moment, Nanjo Qianjin was sitting upright, her eyes were shining, and she was speaking categorically. "This song was written by Kazuma with great courage. Without heroic courage, a song like this would not be possible."

"It's too exaggerated. It's just random."

Kazuma smiled and waved his hands, exhaling quietly.

This song is about the world before Kazuma traveled through time. It was an interlude in the old version of the TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". In the play, the scene of Zhou Lang drinking, dancing with a sword and singing left a deep impression on him, and he later found the original tape. After listening to it hundreds of thousands of times, it can be said that the sound has been engraved into my soul. Taking advantage of the situation, he performed and received unexpectedly high reviews.

The original lyrics are of course in Chinese, but Kazuma changed them to Japanese during the performance. When he first traveled through time, his Japanese was not very good, but now that he is still a student at Tokyo University, translation at this level is no longer a problem.

"...Do you have a question?" Tamamo, who was listening quietly, suddenly interrupted. "The meaning of this song is that a man must make great contributions to live up to his life? Does Honami seem to be asking the same thing... Or is it, Kazuma, that you plan to pursue the fame of a hero? Or something else?"

"Are you pursuing fame..." Kazuma took a sip of soju and grabbed a bunch of fried food as a joke. "If anything, this is my reputation."

"Fried mushrooms?" Tamamo's eyes widened, but Kazuma moved his gaze in the direction of Chiyoko.

"Hey, Chiyoko, these vegetables were all bought at the shopping street, right? Those uncles and aunties seem to have given you a lot of extra food?"

"Huh? Ah yes. Really, even though our wallet is no longer so tight, everyone still keeps stuffing me with things..." Chiyoko complained in a tone that was mixed with trouble and happiness.

"Seiryu, your guitar was sent to the Earth House for tuning a while ago. I got a lot of complaints from the old man, right?" Kazuma looked at Seiryu with a smile.

"...It doesn't matter, I'm used to it anyway. Yes, my uncle also asked about you, asking if you had any unused guitars when you were in the police department... Go and show your face when you have time!" Qingliu dug with his single finger. He licked his ears and tried to look nonchalant.

"Well, after I've been busy for a while, I'll go to the Earth Room with you to play." He Ma promised, and then his eyes returned to the fox at home. Tamamo frowned, as if he had caught something from Kazuma's question and answer with Chiyoko and Seiryu, but he was not sure about it.

"So, the fame you are talking about Kazuma is actually..."

"Ah, the shopping street and the Earth House, as well as the thousands of lights in Tokyo...these are my fame." Kazuma smiled slightly, raised his glass and drank it down.

The finished wine glass made a refreshing sound as it fell on the table, but the girls fell into silence with expressions similar to astonishment.

This is an answer that no one expected, or in other words, no one expected that Kazuma's answer would appear in front of him in such a poetic yet resolute form.

In front of them, under the cherry blossom trees swaying in the wind, the man who was thinking about himself showed a child-like happy expression, as if the previous words were not a deliberately shocking announcement, but just a natural expression of truth and frankness - of course ,that's the truth.

Tamamo and Nanjo, Haru and Chiyoko, you looked at me and I looked at you, and in the contact of each other's eyes, they collectively refreshed their evaluation of the man in front of them - moving towards a higher level, and also confirmed a certain consensus that was not yet clear.