I teach kendo in Tokyo

The day before the Golden Week holiday began, Kazuma led Chiyoko and once again entered the headquarters of Sumitomo Construction.

This time, Special Agent Ohara led Ogasawara directly to the elevator door to greet him.

After some pleasantries, Special Agent Ohara led the Kiryu brothers and sisters into his office, and enthusiastically served tea to them personally.

He Ma was very happy when he saw the other party's attitude, thinking that now he would be able to solve his own financial problems.

After all, Kanto United was only responsible for repairing the door, and the compensation had to be processed by the Maebashi Transportation Association. It took about half a year to get the money.

The little savings I have left are just enough for food.

So Kazuma took the initiative to speak: "Specialist Ohara, regarding our dojo..."

"You don't have to worry about this," said Commissioner Ohara with a smile. "We have given up the plan to acquire your dojo. No one will disturb the lives of your brother and sister anymore."

Kazuma was smiling and preparing to count the money, but when he heard this, his smile disappeared.

"Wait a minute, the land around you has almost been acquired, right?" Kazuma quickly tried to save it, "I heard that a high-end commercial and residential community is going to be built. It is all buildings. Among a bunch of modern buildings, we are the only one who is short. Another dojo..."

What Kazuma wants to say is, "You should just take over our dojo, otherwise it will be too short and ugly and the style will not be consistent."

But Special Agent Ohara interrupted him directly: "No need to worry, no need to worry! The design of the commercial and residential area is still in the early stages, and the design can be modified!

“We can put green belts and small parks around the dojo, leaving enough space between the dojo and the apartment buildings!

"It will never block the lighting of the dojo!"

He Ma was stunned. Is this a matter of lighting? What do you mean by lighting? You bought the dojo and I can live in a new apartment by myself. I can get as much light as I want, isn’t it nice?

"Well, let's not talk about lighting and so on. I want to sell the dojo..." Kazuma stopped beating around the bush and told the truth.

Manager Ohara immediately showed a distressed expression: "This may be a bit difficult to implement. The board of directors has decided to retain this dojo.

"And we also have a letter from the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture and Sports, saying that this dojo may be a cultural relic. It is not recommended to develop it until the relevant inspections are completed to determine whether it is a cultural relic."

Kazuma frowned, wondering what the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture and Sports had to do with this?

How can a ruined dojo that has not been passed on for two generations and that the entire Sword Alliance has forgotten its existence still be a cultural relic?

One characteristic of Japan's bureaucracy is extreme bureaucracy.

For example, if there is a car accident and the car crashes into a shrine or temple on the side of the road that is under the control of the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, then congratulations, the traffic department will not control the car accident. The traffic police will not be able to handle it when they arrive. They have to wait for officials from the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology to arrive.

If the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology came to say that the Kiryu family's dojo was a cultural relic, even a large company like Sumitomo Construction would not be able to touch it.

Unless Sumitomo Construction spends a large amount of political donations to open up channels with the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology.

Kazuma didn't expect that Uesugi Soichiro would find his way to the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology - but if he thought about it carefully, he was a swordsman and had so many cultural hobbies, so it was normal for him to have this way.

He smacked his lips with the horse and could only accept the fact that the dojo could no longer be sold.

If Sumitomo E\u0026E doesn't buy it, other companies won't buy it either. It's surrounded by Sumitomo E\u0026E land, and other companies can't do much development if they come over and buy this piece of land alone.

Seeing Kazuma's silence, Special Agent Ohara seemed to think that Kazuma had not understood the current situation, so he continued: "No one will buy this land now. You can live here with peace of mind until the end of the world."

Kazuma glanced at Special Agent Ohara: "Thank you for your explanation."

"Ah, you're welcome. Is there anything else I can help you with, Kiryu-kun?"

"No, thank you very much." Kazuma stood up directly. He couldn't sell the land anyway, so there was no need to stay here and leave in a hurry to save some time.

Special Agent Ohara also stood up and said goodbye to the Kiryu brothers warmly: "I'll take you downstairs."

"No need, Mr. Ohara is busy with your work."

"No, no, no, I'd better send you down. You are a distinguished guest of our company."

Kazuma seriously suspects that Ohara is deliberately disgusting himself. What kind of distinguished guest? If he is a distinguished guest, you will have bought the land!

But he didn't say it out loud. It would be of no use anyway, so let's just leave it at that.

Just like that, the Kiryu brothers and sisters arrived at the Sumitomo Construction Headquarters and were respectfully sent out the door before their buttocks were even hot.

In terms of etiquette, the official receptionist personally welcomed and escorted them out of the house, which gave the Kiryu siblings a lot of face, but it just made people feel a knot in their hearts and made them unable to feel happy.

After saying goodbye to the executive at the entrance of Sumitomo Construction, Chiyoko asked Kazuma: "What should we do now?"

Kazuma scratched his head: "Then... let's go home first and think about it later."

At this time, Kazuma suddenly saw the bastard Yusaku Ito getting out of the taxi with his bodyguard looking like a dog.

Ito Yusaku also saw Kazuma for the first time. He was about to close the taxi door, but they made eye contact and got into the car again without saying a word.

His follower looked at him doubtfully: "What's wrong? Did you forget something at the scene?"

"If you don't want to be beaten, come in quickly!" Ito Yusaku stretched out his hand and dragged the follower into the car.

Then the taxi started and drove away quickly.

The Kiryu siblings watched the taxi drive away.

Chiyoko: "It's a pity. If you beat him up, brother, you will be in a much better mood, right?"

"Probably." Kazuma shook his head, "Let's go home."

"Let's go buy groceries first, everyone is out." Chiyoko suggested.

"Yeah." Kazuma nodded. At this time, he suddenly thought of something, so he asked Chiyoko, "Chiyoko, do you know what kind of tribute is better to worship Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the kind of Bodhisattva you can see from time to time on the roadside? "

Chiyoko tilted her head and thought for a while: "Probably... fruits are enough. The most important thing is sincerity. What's wrong?"

"Well," Kazuma nodded, "Then let's buy some fruit. There is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and I think we should give it some tribute."

Kazuma's real idea is that by paying tribute to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he might be able to obtain some temporary BUFFs. He plans to try these temporary BUFFs one by one to confirm their effects and duration.

Chiyoko looked at Kazuma with a question mark on her face, but didn't ask any more questions.

So the brother and sister left the headquarters building of Sumitomo Construction and took the subway back to the Gurashi District. They bought the ingredients for tonight and the tribute to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in a familiar shopping street.

Kazuma followed his memory and led Chiyoko to find the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva he saw in the rain that day.

In his memory, there was a red scarf around Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's neck. It looked very conspicuous and should not be difficult to find.

But something strange happened.

Kazuma led Chiyoko and ran back and forth several times on the way to Tsuda-gumi that day, but he didn't see any Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Chiyoko wiped her sweat with a handkerchief and asked Kazuma: "Brother, are you sure you are on this road? Could it be that it was raining heavily that day and visibility was low, so you took the wrong road?"

He Ma stood on the shoulder of the road in Red Deer and repeatedly checked the surrounding scenery: "That's right, it should be here. I remember it very clearly. The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva should be at this location at that time."

Kazuma pointed to the place where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stood in his memory.

He was pretty sure he saw it right.

Could it be that he was hallucinating?

Or should I say that with my golden finger, I can see not only the state of a person, but also things like this with strange powers and chaos?

Now that the sword is alive, it doesn't seem unreasonable that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can walk on his own.

At this time, Kazuma saw the uncle returning from work, so he stepped forward and asked: "Hello, uncle, I would like to ask if there is a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue here?"

The uncle looked at Kazuma with a strange look: "No. I have lived here for thirty years and pass by here every day when commuting to get off work. I have never seen any Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Kazuma frowned. He thanked his uncle, then turned to look at Chiyoko: "That's strange."

Chiyoko: "There's another old lady over there. Let me go and ask."

After saying that, Chiyoko stuffed all the things in her hands to Kazuma, and ran to the old lady who was passing by: "Hello, grandma, is there a statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva here?"

"What does it look like?" the old woman asked in a loud voice.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!" Chiyoko raised her voice.

"Ksitigarbha? Ah! There are many. There was a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva here before the war, but it was demolished during the reconstruction after the war. It has been almost thirty-three years since this happened!" The old woman shouted with a loud voice. He said a lot in one breath.

Chiyoko looked back at Kazuma.

Kazuma: "Thank you grandma!"

"You're welcome!" the old woman responded loudly, then lowered her head and walked her way.

Kazuma squatted down where he remembered Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva standing, took out the prepared tributes and placed them directly on the ground.

Hema has inherited a simple view of gods and Buddhas from his previous life, which is called "It's always right to say hello when you come."

After laying out the tributes, he clasped his hands and closed his eyes.

Chiyoko stood behind him, also clasping her hands and closing her eyes.

He Ma thought silently in his heart: "Bodhisattva, we met by fate last time, but I can't repay you. When I have money in the future, I will definitely come and reshape your golden body. You can just use this tribute for now."

Kazuma also doesn’t understand the “technical terms” of Buddhism, so he can only use what he saw on TV to end this nondescript prayer:

"The mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, the Prajna Buddhas, the Prajna Parmakong."

After finishing reading, Hema looked at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, no thunder came down to send him away.

Kazuma stood up and said to Chiyoko, "Let's go."

"Is this enough?" Chiyoko asked, "Would it be insincere?"

"As long as the idea comes to mind. We still have many things to consider."

Such as learning.

For example, how to make money.

He Ma carried tonight's dinner materials and strode home.