I teach kendo in Tokyo

"Is there such a thing?" Kazuma frowned upon hearing this and squatted down in front of the child to look at it. The five or six-year-old boy in front of him was wearing home clothes. His clothes and appearance were quite ordinary, but his eyes were half-squinted and he looked quite confused.

Kazuma glanced over the child's head to confirm that there was indeed an entry floating there. The name of the entry is "The Lost One", which is composed of light gray words that look like smoke, and the system also provides annotations quite kindly.

"The mourner looking for illusions in reality...what the hell!?"

The system's annotations returned to their usual mystifying style, which made Kazuma dumbfounded.

Although I don’t know what “looking for dreams in reality” is, but according to past experience, anyone who has an inexplicable excuse is basically the owner of potential trouble. He Ma couldn't sense any malice from the child in front of him, maybe it meant that the trouble had nothing to do with him?

"Little brother, what's your name? Why did you run out alone?"

Kazuma asked in a soft voice, but the little boy who was asked just shook his head slightly as if he was not awake and ignored him. Kazuma raised his head and looked at Amao, who shrugged helplessly. Kazuma suddenly thought of the hint given by the entry, so he clicked his fingers and changed the question.

"Are you looking for something?"

"...I'm looking for...a home..." This time the little boy responded, but his voice was close to talking in his sleep.

"The home you live in? Isn't it nearby?"

"It's not that...it's more distant, the original destination...over there..."

The little boy raised his hand and gestured vaguely. At this time, Kazuma observed that the entry for "lost person" above his head began to sway like smoke, showing an unstable state that seemed to disappear at any time - Kazuma speculated If the entry disappears, it will probably feel like the little boy has woken up from a dream? In this case, it seems that no special treatment is needed.

"Is there any problem, Master?" Amao's voice sounded when Kazuma hesitated.

"There seems to be no problem. Why don't you contact the nearby police station first? Maybe there is a report of a missing child?"

Kazuma stood up and planned to go to the GTR to use the radio to contact the police station.

When he turned around, a sudden gust of cool wind blew by, causing the little boy in light home clothes to sneeze. Then Kazuma saw the entry shaking above his head disappear into thin air. After the entry dissipated, the little boy made a sound, and his eyes changed from dazed to awake.

The little boy who woke up looked around, and when he saw the unfamiliar streets with people coming and going, he suddenly showed a panicked expression. Tears quickly formed in the frightened little boy's eyes, and he burst into tears a few seconds later.

"Wow! Mom, Mom! Mom, where are you!?"

"Tsk, tsk, I started crying..."

"Master, what should we do?"

"No, there's nothing you can do even if you ask me..."

The crying child on the bustling street quickly attracted the attention of passers-by, but Kazuma and Amao looked at each other, and they didn't know how to deal with the naughty children who refused to listen. In the end, Chiyoko pushed away the two useless men and knelt down to comfort the little boy softly.

"Really, get out of the way!...Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, little brother. You're just lost, it's no big deal, we will take you to find your mother, so don't be afraid!?"

"Well...well, um..."

Under Chiyoko's gentle comfort, the little boy's mood seemed to calm down a little. Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the sound of a motorcycle engine came from the left side from far to near. Kazuma turned his head and looked, and then saw a traffic police patrol motorcycle slowly stopping on the side of the road. However, the traffic policeman who got off came running toward them at a trot.

"Hello, do you need help?" The traffic policeman who ran over was a thin-looking man, probably in his late thirties. He was neatly dressed and looked like he was doing things neatly.

After the man approached, he saluted first, and then turned his attention to the little boy in Chiyoko's arms: "I heard the child crying. Is it your child?" The man cast a suspicious look at Chiyoko and Amao next to him. But it's no wonder, after all, they are too young to be parents of a little boy.

"No, no, we were passing by... Really! Brother, what can you say?" The questioned Chiyoko hurriedly shook her head and glared at Kazuma. Kazuma, who had been a little distracted since the man's appearance, finally came back to his senses, waved his hand and intervened.

"Sorry, I am Kiryu Kazuma from the mobile team, and I am a police officer. They are my sister and disciples. We found this child on the roadside who seemed to have been lost with his family, so we came to inquire about the situation." Kazuma said while talking He took out his police badge and stared at the traffic policeman, "Can I ask your name?"

"It turns out it's the Kiryu Police Department's replacement. I'm disrespectful. The junior officer's name is Kurosaki Nagahide, and he is a patrolman of the Traffic Division." The man named Kurosaki Nagahide raised his hand and saluted Kazuma again, with an attitude that was neither arrogant nor humble, and then lowered his head. Looking at the little boy on Chiyoko's side, "Is it a lost child? I understand the situation... Please wait a moment. I will contact the police station to see if there is any relevant report."

I saw Kurosaki Nagahide running to the motorcycle in small steps and using the convenient radio there to contact the police station. It didn't take long for the result to be obtained.

"Report to the police department. Half an hour ago, a couple came to the local police station to report that their child was missing. According to the description, it should be this child." Kurosaki Nagahide glanced at the little boy and smiled as if to comfort him. Click.

"I was supposed to send him there, but my motorcycle didn't have a child seat... Since the police department is here to help, could you please send him to the local police station? His parents are waiting for news over there at the moment."

"...Ah, sure, I'll take him to the police station, you go and do your work." Kazuma stared at Kurosaki Nagahide for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Thank you very much. I'll take my leave now, junior officer." Kurosaki Nagahide bowed his head slightly and saluted Kazuma, then trotted onto his motorcycle and hurriedly patrolled towards the other end of the street.

"It feels like people come and go like the wind..." Amao said with admiration.

"Yes, he does things very neatly." Kazuma agreed, looking away from the motorcycle, and quietly exhaled.

Amao Chiyoko probably couldn't feel it, but he was really shocked just now. Because above the head of the traffic policeman named Nagahide Kurosaki, he suddenly found two entries! One entry is related to kendo. There are many characters in the police faction who practice kendo, so this is not unusual.

However, his other entry was something Kazuma had never seen before - "Weapon Expert". The entire entry was composed of matte black fonts that looked like bullets, exuding an inorganic cold light. The entry is the embodiment of a person's soul form. Even without reading the explanation, just by hearing the name, you can tell that this guy is definitely the type with explosive combat power.

The patrol police who are just maintaining traffic are actually equipped with such powerful entries? Or conversely, why would a person with such tough combat power become a traffic policeman? Kazuma felt that it was quite unscientific, and a joke about the Shaolin sweeping monk even came to his mind.

However, the world in this dimension is originally different from the one before the time travel. There are many powerful people like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Since there are old butlers with level 67 karate, there shouldn't be anything wrong with having more traffic patrol officers who are weapons experts, right?

At least at this stage, it is impossible for Kazuma to investigate others without authorization based on curiosity.

"Forget it, Chiyoko, let's send the kid to the police station. Amao, are you coming with us?" Kazuma pointed to the GTR parked in the distance.

"No, I won't go. There is an important exam tomorrow and I have to go back and prepare well." Amao shook his head.

"Idiot Amao, work hard. My brother said it will be fine after you graduate." Chiyoko clenched her fists to cheer him up.

"Eh? No, I didn't say...ah, it hurts!" Kazuma was about to correct himself when Chiyoko's whole body's strength came from the little finger of his right foot.

"Ah haha, please don't worry, there should be no problem. Master, and Chiyoko, I'll go back first." Amao waved his hand and turned to leave. After the torment of the Kiryu brothers and sisters, his mood seemed to have improved a lot. .

Next, Kazuma drove Chiyoko and others in the GTR and took the little boy to the local police station and handed him over to his parents who were waiting there.

The parents of the little boy who found their child were very grateful to Kazuma. Kazuma took the opportunity to inquire about the details of the little boy's disappearance, but did not get any valuable clues.

According to them, they suddenly discovered that the child was missing after finishing housework, and the little boy had no symptoms of sleepwalking before.

If this is the case, then why did the entry suddenly appear? Kazuma was confused, but the little boy who left his parents didn't show any abnormality anymore, so he had to give up for the time being.