I teach kendo in Tokyo

In that faked car accident, Ayaka was abducted by Genji Shigehiro and used as a "human pillar". What this means is that only Tamamo can probably answer.

Kurosaki couldn't wait to know, but he didn't dare to disturb "Jinguji-sensei" who knew the mysterious side of things, so he could only walk around in circles like this to try to calm himself down - Kazuma could quite understand his mood.

"Well, it seems you are quite free?"

Although Chiyoko had prepared a guest room on the second floor, Kurosaki probably didn't want to sleep at the moment, so Kazuma walked to the locker in the corner of the dojo, dug out two bamboo swords, and threw one away.

"You probably haven't returned your Manifestation Style to Senior Ghost Court, right? How about you practice sparring with me?"

"Well, the junior official hasn't used a sword for a while..." Kurosaki, who took the bamboo sword, was a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I won't show mercy." Kazuma vigorously shook his bamboo sword and stepped forward.

"...If that's the case, then please ask the police department for additional advice." Kurosaki took a deep breath and straightened his posture.

**

Like all Japanese-style buildings of the past, poor sound insulation is almost an inherent problem of Kiryu Dojo.

However, the dojo itself is spacious enough to ensure that everyone has their own room, so except for the occasional passionate night, this problem will not cause much trouble to the girls living under the roof.

However, today's situation is quite special. What makes the girls unable to sleep in the dead of night is not the ups and downs of the bed, but the fierce and violent shouts of the bamboo knife.

"drink!"

After Kazuma struck his teeth, he turned sideways, chasing Kurosaki's figure with his bamboo sword and pulling out a fierce slash diagonally downwards.

Kurosaki charged forward bravely in the face of the slash, limiting the amplitude of Kazuma's sword swing by closing the distance, and easily defused the diagonal slash, which had half its power.

Kazuma clicked his tongue, raised his leg and kicked Kurosaki hard.

Kurosaki pushed his knees against Kazuma's kick, took advantage of the situation, stepped back, and fired two spears with his hand. Kazuma roared angrily and slashed off one of his spears with his sword, but let the other one draw blood on his shoulder. At the same time, he stepped forward and released another protrusion.

In response to Kazuma's fierce attack, Kurosaki took an upper stance without showing any signs of weakness, and forced Kazuma to deflect with a straight and heavy slash.

The two swordsmen who passed by each other seemed to have connected minds for the first time. They roared and turned around to slash at the same time.

The two bamboo swords struck each other fiercely with terrifying momentum, even creating ripples in the air - and the reason why they did not break was probably because the two swordsman masters had controlled their strength to the extreme.

This gorgeous sword fight staged under the dim lights is neither the modern kendo of a competitive competition nor the ancient sword dance of Kiryu-ryu and Kezen-ryu. If I had to say it, it should be the actual battle between Kiryu Kazuma and Kurosaki Nagahide in implementing their respective fighting methods. It is the original form of communication between men and men using swords and fists!

The sounds of fists and feet clashing, bamboo swords being swung, shouts and roars, all kinds of sounds intertwined into a soul-shaking reverberation in the dojo, which fascinated the girls who were quietly peeping outside the dojo.

"Tsk, it's so nice to be a man." Qingliu squinted at the men not far away who were roaring and crushing each other but enjoying themselves, and let out a faint sigh.

"Eh? Why? Don't I often spar with you, brother?" Chiyoko next to her asked confused.

"You can tell just by looking at it, right? When you were sparring with me, were you ever so serious with your horse?" Qingliu pointed over there with resentment.

"That's true, you and Nanjo, I will always be merciful when I fight a girl... Alas, but even so, I can't beat you. That guy named Kurosaki Nagahide can fight with me. Could it be that he was very powerful when he was beaten like that?" Chiyoko looked over with interest.

"Tch, if we were to compete in actual combat, Suanshi Qingyu and I would not lose to him." Qingliu tightly protected the position of the second-in-command of the dojo.

"Is it because the standards are too high? I think I'm not weak, but why do I always feel like I'm at the bottom in the dojo?" Chiyoko said in frustration.

"Don't worry, at least you still have Mikako down there. She eats and drinks well every day in London, and her swordsmanship will definitely deteriorate a lot when she comes back." Qingliu assured.

"Tsk, you're not trying to comfort people at all, are you?" Chiyoko rolled her eyes at Haru Liu, then looked at the men over there who were fighting vigorously, and stood up with a sigh. "Alas, I feel like more and more people are gathering around me, which is also a good thing... I can't sleep anyway, so I'll go get them some late-night snacks."

"I want one too!" Qingliu raised his hand consciously.

"If you want to eat, come and help! The Kiryu family's motto is 'He who does not work shall not eat'... Really, you eat no less than others, but your body and height have not grown. I really want to know that you have digested everything you eat. Where did it go..." Chiyoko grabbed Haru, thinking about it as she walked to the kitchen.

"How dare you look down on an A cup!?" Qingliu was furious when he heard this.

"No, in fact, there seems to be a market for your type, Qingliu, right now? There seems to be a word for it..."

“I don’t want that kind of market!”

Seiryu and Chiyoko walked into the kitchen in a fussy manner. They suddenly paused when they reached out to grab the kitchen knife, and then tilted their heads to look at a specific square corner outside the window as if they were aware of it. Chiyoko, who was half a step behind Seiryu and was holding cabbage, also looked towards that direction with a confused expression.

"Huh? It seems a little noisy?"

"I'm going to check the situation." Qingliu put down the kitchen knife, turned and ran towards the stairs.

"Want to help?" Chiyoko's voice came faintly from behind.

"No need, it's a trivial matter." Qingliu replied without looking back.

Seiryu rushed into his room, picked up the Seiyu, and then pressed the window frame directly to the backyard of the dojo - the Kiryu Dojo was a wooden building that was quite old, and its wall structure was far less strong than the newer buildings. Seiryu It is because of the lightness of the body that it is possible to perform such movements. If it were someone else with a heavy "burden", such as Honami or Chiyoko, there would probably be a risk of the wall breaking down.

Seiryu thought proudly that she didn't even make the slightest sound when she landed.

There are low stone partition walls around the Kiryu Dojo, but their blocking effect is basically to the extent of "guarding against gentlemen but not villains".

Qingliu jumped into the darkness and jumped over the partition wall, then followed the shadow of the alley and dived in the direction of the noise. The din was only half a street away from Kiryu Dojo, less than a hundred steps away in a straight line.

As Qingliu approached, she hid her figure in the shadow cast by the street lamp, and then saw a scene that surprised her——

I saw several vans with their license plates blocked parked on the streets and highways, as well as a truck filled with combustible materials.

It was clearly late at night, but none of these cars turned on their headlights. To say they were sneaky, that was for sure. However, at this moment, they were parked crookedly on the road, making no other movement, and they were full of suspicion. At the same time, it makes people a little confused.

Qingliu frowned, watching several figures getting out of the car and starting to argue, so he quietly approached and listened to what they had to say.

"What the hell is the engine stalling!? The Kiryu Dojo is clearly right ahead."

"Out of gas? Damn it! Didn't you check it beforehand!?"

"Hey, six cars broke down at the same time, are you kidding me!?"

The gangster-looking men were frantic in front of the collectively broken down vehicles. After listening to their words, Seiryu seemed to be planning to attack Kiryu Dojo.

The plan was to ignite the flammable materials carried by the truck and crash it directly into the dojo to start a fire. Then the remaining people took advantage of the chaos to break into the dojo and kill Kiryu and Ma and their family members.

It must be said that the plan of the Yakuza is quite ruthless, but the problem is that their vehicles collectively broke down inexplicably when they drove here. The reasons for the breakdown were very different, but no matter how hard the Yakuza tried to ignite the engine, they could not start the engine. It was as if an invisible hand was holding them in place.

This strange scene beyond words gave the Yakuza a strong shock. If it weren't for Genji Shigehiro's hints, they would have run away at this time.

"Hahaha……"

Even Qingliu could only laugh.

Although Tamamo had mentioned more than once that her ashram was a blessed place of eternal darkness under the protection of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, she had actually not paid much attention to it until just now.

The unbelievable sight in front of him made Qingliu shaken. However, his dojo did have a strong backer that was beyond human intelligence. This was not something that was difficult to accept. He just wanted to offer more snacks when he went back.

Qingliu quietly stuck out her tongue and then walked out of the darkness.

"Hey, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"Huh? Where did you come from? If you don't want to cause trouble, just mind your own business..."

It took some time for the yakuza arguing over there to notice Haruyu under the streetlight. They originally thought she was a little girl who lived nearby. In fact, if the Yakuza still have some time to spare, they should think about how any little girl would dare to come close to them after seeing their gang of vicious Yakuza.

After all, not everyone in Hunji Dao is a ruthless person, but at least they look ruthless on the outside.

The Yakuza were too lazy to waste time with the little girl and wanted to drive her away, but suddenly someone saw the Seiji Qingyu that Qingliu was holding. In this era, COSPLAY has not yet become popular, so no one would recognize Seiryu as the cosplayer of Hōzaka Taiga.

"Wait! She's carrying a sword and she's from the Kiryu Dojo!?"

"Damn it, are you exposed? In that case, let's just attack!"

"Leave a few people to deal with the woman, and follow me to the rest to attack the dojo!"

Realizing that their whereabouts were exposed, the Yakuza changed their plans on the spot and quickly took out iron rods, long knives and other household items from the car. Half of the people surrounded Seiryu with ferocious looks, while the rest rushed towards Kiryu Dojo like a pig. Seiryu didn't pay much attention to this group of guys who were destined to hit the steel plate, and turned his gaze to On the Ji Dao who came around.

These ferocious men were armed with blunt and sharp weapons, and their quality and quantity were several times that of Seiryu. However, Seiryu, who was surrounded, did not show any timidity at all. It would be better to say that his face was full of excitement and excitement. Qingliu stretched out his hand to press the handle of Qingyu's knife and said softly.

"Okay Qingyu, let's move around a little bit, but don't let anyone die, okay?"

**

In the dojo, the fierce sword fight between the two swordsmen that had been going on for a long time finally came to a brief rest. After a fierce exchange, the two faced each other with swords five or six steps apart. Kurosaki gasped for breath, and hot sweat rose from the top of Kazuma's head. After a moment, Kurosaki glanced towards Fangjiao outside the dojo.

"Don't you need to worry about it?"

Kazuma: "She has been in the Yakuza for longer than she has been in my dojo. Don't worry."