I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma still woke up early today. It seemed that living habits were not so easy to change. Even if he was exhausted and his whole body was sore when he got up, he had to wake up when it was time to wake up.

He climbed up holding his confused head and went to the kitchen to get some water to drink as usual.

Entering the kitchen, he picked up the espresso on the table and took a big sip, letting the strong bitter taste stimulate his taste buds and speed up the recovery of his brain.

Chiyoko was making breakfast as usual. When Kazuma got up, she said, "You should sleep a little longer. Also, I have read the doctor's note you brought back with the medicine yesterday, and I will help you change the medicine later." "

There are now two bandages on Kazuma's body, covering the injuries he sustained yesterday.

It will probably take a few months for it to heal completely, and there will almost certainly be scars.

Kazuma is very satisfied with the fact that it will leave scars. Scars are the badge of a man. He risked his life and did something great. Although the biggest gain is the entry "Lone Dragon", others cannot see it. This entry is correct, but Scar is the real confirmation of the legend.

Chiyoko put the fried fish on the table, then opened the pressure cooker and started serving rice.

While serving the rice, she complained: "Brother, you should deal with the Jidao at the door. They have blocked the road. I slipped out this morning to check the situation quietly. Many neighbors have been scared."

Kazuma sighed: "There's nothing I can do. I can't go out and chop them all down, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kazuma heard someone behind him gasp. He turned around and saw that it was Xiaojidao. He saw that the group pattern was from Jinshan. Now he looked at Kazuma with a look of fear.

Chiyoko: "When I went to the door to check on the situation in the morning, they asked me if I could borrow the toilet at home, and I agreed."

"Oh." Kazuma nodded, and then said to the little one, "I'm joking, don't take it seriously, I won't really go out and chop you all up. After all, my knife was taken away by the police and hasn't been returned yet. "

After finishing speaking, Kazuma realized that this statement seemed to be easily misunderstood. Just as he was about to correct it, the little Goku bowed with an imposing manner that cut off his waist and shouted: "Excuse me!"

Then he turned around and ran away.

He holds his forehead with the horse.

Chiyoko: "It's really strange. Yesterday the Yakuza were very vicious when they saw us, and now they've become like this."

Kazuma glared at Chiyoko and said sternly: "Chiyoko! These guys are bad people, you can't have even the slightest bit of kindness towards them!

"We are here now. I won the battle, twice, and that's why we are treated like this. There are also a lot of kind-hearted people who were bullied by them and can only break their teeth and swallow them!"

Chiyoko was startled, and then she quickly bowed to Kazuma and admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, brother, I was wrong."

"It's not the point of apologizing," Kazuma's tone also softened, "I just feel that you seem to be a little lax, please remind me. We will never collude with the Yakuza, and the swords of our Kiryu family are only wielded to carry out good deeds. .”

Kazuma silently added in his heart: This way I won't let down Officer Shiratori, who pulled me back from Abi Hell.

"I understand." Chiyoko nodded, then she looked at Kazuma's side face and smiled, "I look like a master now, and my whole temperament has become like a real swordsman."

Kazuma: "Maybe it's because I was at the Gate of Hell last night...I mean, I walked around in front of the Land of Underworld and washed my feet in the Santu River."

Although Kazuma changed his mind in time, Chiyoko still noticed the problem: "The gate of hell? This... feels like it is a Chinese term, right? Brother, you suddenly understand a lot of Chinese things..."

Kazuma: "I happened to find a book introducing Chinese culture in the school library. I found it very interesting after reading it."

"Hey, that's it." Chiyoko didn't delve any further. She filled herself a bowl of rice and sat across from Kazuma. "It's rare that I don't have to go to school. I'll do some hygiene after eating today. Speaking of which, bro , what should we do with our gate? We can’t always let the Yakuza guard it, right?”

Kazuma curled his lips: "In this case, I'll go to Sumitomo Construction some time and take a look. Now they should be willing to pay the original price to buy our dojo. No, maybe there will be a premium, even if it is sold for 100 million yen impossible!"

A small goal! Even though it’s yen, a small goal is a small goal!

Chiyoko smiled and said: "Are we going to become rich? It's great, we can buy watermelons and eat them."

Kazuma looked at his sister, and suddenly felt a little sorry for her: "You have taken so much money, and you just want to eat a watermelon? How about a little bit of ambition, new clothes and a makeup bag? I will also buy some good things, such as gunpla. What……"

Wait, Gundam doesn’t seem to be popular yet. Are there any models for sale?

But Chiyoko obviously doesn't understand boys' hobbies, and she didn't point out the problem with what Kazuma just said. She just responded to the first half: "I have enough clothes, and I don't need makeup. Your sister is naturally beautiful and doesn't need makeup. Besides, I have enough clothes." Yes, I also have a family kimono, which was passed down from my mother. It is said that it cost 170,000 yen when I made it custom-made."

Kazuma sighed. Since his sister didn't want it, it was hard to force him, so he said, "Then you can eat watermelon until you're full!"

"Humph! I'm going to buy a watermelon this time, cut it in half and eat it with a spoon!" Chiyoko said happily.

Kazuma looked at her delighted expression. As a Chinese who usually eats watermelon with a spoon, he couldn't understand Chiyoko's current happiness.

He said: "Since you don't buy clothes, then I will. I want to buy a pair of pants worth 20,000 yen!"

"Huh? Why? Brother, didn't you just say you wanted to buy a model?"

Kazuma was about to answer when he heard the sound of a car braking at the door.

Then there was the sound of opening the door one after another.

Kazuma knows what the White Summit's Yakuza said yesterday. The President of the White Summit should have arrived.

He glanced at Chiyoko: "The guests are here, please continue to play the heroine."

Chiyoko nodded: "Yeah. Wait, do you want me to put on mom's kimono? That looks more imposing, and it goes well with your current swordsman temperament, bro."

"People are already at the door. Can you change now? Forget it, just the sailor uniform."

Saying that, Kazuma stood up and strode toward the entrance.

Chiyoko caught up with him and grabbed him, plucked the rice grains from his mouth and threw them into his mouth: "Brother, please be careful."

Then Chiyoko helped Kazuma adjust his clothes and patted him on the back: "Okay! Let's go and have an upright meeting with President Bai Feng!"

"Of course." Kazuma responded and strutted to the entrance.

Outside the entrance hall, where only the shoe cabinet was left, a lot of cars were parked in darkness. Ji Dao in suits and leather shoes filled the street outside the courtyard gate, looking at the Great Wall Scenic Area during the May Day Golden Week, which he had seen all his life. Same.

Standing in front of everyone in Baifenfeng, facing Heita Nishikiyama, was the only half-century-old man wearing a kimono. The sleeves of the kimono were clearly printed with Baifeng's crest.