I teach kendo in Tokyo

As soon as Kazuma finished speaking, Chiyoko walked around from the cherry blossom tree and curiously poked her head in: "What's wrong? Who is here? Ah, Mr. Police, hello."

"The police sent back the knife and the bamboo hat." Kazuma responded while carrying the plastic box containing the wooden knives on the ground with one hand - eighteen wooden knives are not very heavy.

Chiyoko rushed over and picked up the bamboo hat, then bowed to the police officers: "Thank you all."

"You're welcome, let's take our leave then, Mr. Kiryu, Miss Kiryu." The police officer saluted Kazuma, then got into the car with his men and ran away.

Chiyoko looked at the knife in Kazuma's hand suspiciously: "What's going on with this knife? Looking at the decoration, this knife can't be cheap. It shouldn't be ours, right?"

Kazuma: "It is now."

Chiyoko took a second to understand this sentence, and then she gently raised her forehead: "Okay, I understand, let me think about it, I once had a knife holder at home, but I don't know where it was thrown... By the way, If you want to place a knife, there must be a hanging spindle behind the knife holder, but we don’t have such a thing at home.”

A hanging scroll should be hung behind the display stand of famous knives as a background. The hanging scroll can have words or paintings, and it is best if it is made by a famous artist.

The more famous the sword, the more particular it is.

Anyway, the Japanese like to pursue a certain point in these places.

This kind of poor and fastidious culture in Japan has directly cultivated a very large group of "craftsmen". To be honest, the craftsmanship of these people may not be as good as the machines on the assembly line, but they are better than one.

Japan's upper class relies on this kind of attention to establish their identity, and their behavior, in turn, elevates the status of "craftsmen".

Take, for example, flower arranging. When Chinese people see the title of "Celebrity Flower Arranger", won't they think that they are just flower sellers?

But in Japan, people are really more than just flower sellers. There are probably a bunch of rich ladies and eldest ladies studying in their flower arrangement classrooms. The phone book is filled with the direct numbers of various dignitaries. Calling them is not a secretary. The kind that picks up.

This number book alone can save people decades of struggle.

There are also celebrities such as flower cards, shogi, tea ceremony, and even celebrities who make handicrafts such as paper fans and paper umbrellas, etc. Anything linked to traditional skills has basically become a medium for dignitaries to show their status.

Relying on this relationship, they have become part of Japan's upper class society.

Kazuma is actually quite envious of Japan's mechanism, because although this mechanism is a remnant of feudalism, it preserves a lot of traditional craftsmanship and culture.

In contrast, traditional Chinese culture such as paper-cutting and shadow puppetry has almost disappeared.

Kazuma forced himself not to think about things in his previous life, and then started to think about things in this life: In this world, this kind of poverty has practical effects, and I have to learn to listen to music, drink tea, and watch Joruri...

I don’t know if listening to Peking Opera is effective.

In my last life, I and Ma finished watching the movie In the Name of the People and listened to Shajiabang's "Strike of Wisdom". We found it really exciting and a bit addictive, so we listened to all the eight model operas of that year.

What about "drinking a lot of wine to celebrate the victory today", what about "drinking a bowl of wine before leaving and feeling full of courage", what about "dare to make the sun and moon change the sky", but it's too high.

It would be great if I could get BUFF from listening to modern Peking Opera.

Kazuma was distracted, Chiyoko pushed Kazuma's hand: "Brother, the police officers are leaving."

"Huh? Oh. Got it."

"Why are you so distracted lately?" Chiyoko asked worriedly, "Are you feeling well?"

"I'm comprehending the world." Kazuma joked casually.

"You lied to me again." Chiyoko curled her lips, took the bamboo hat and went back to the house.

Kazuma followed.

When they entered the dojo, the two girls were stunned, their eyes falling on the knife in Kazuma's hand.

"Is that... a real sword?" Mikako asked cautiously.

Kazuma put the box containing the wooden sword on the ground and freed his hand to draw the sword directly.

The crisp sound when the knife was unsheathed made Mikako shrink her neck.

In fact, when people hear this kind of thin metallic sound, they will instinctively get goosebumps all over their body, just like the reaction when they hear the sound of scraping iron with their fingernails.

Nanjo took a step forward and looked carefully at the sword in Kazuma's hand: "Is this pattern an ancient sword? Looking at the decoration, it's the Bizen Nagabune? But does the Bizen Nagabune have the ichimonji pattern?"

Kazuma looked at Nanjo-san in surprise: "You actually understand this?"

"Well, my father asked me to learn everything related to Chinese life."

Wait, knives are also related to Chinese life? Also, the Chinese were the warrior class in the past and used swords to show their identity.

Nanjo-san: "Is this a modern imitation sword? After all, it's really rare to see a Bizen longship with a character pattern. This is usually an additional decoration that is only found on swords forged by the Lord's family."

Kazuma heard a low buzz from the knife in his hand.

Kazuma thought to himself, Nanjo-san, please shut up, otherwise I might be controlled by a knife and chop you.

In order not to cause trouble, Kazuma put the knife back into its sheath.

The buzzing sound of the knife also disappeared.

At this time, Chiyoko ran out of the warehouse holding a pile of parts: "I found it. Sure enough, the knife holder is still there. It's really strange. All the knives have been sold..."

Chiyoko placed the disassembled knife holder on the ground. This action stirred up a lot of smoke and dust.

Chiyoko waved her hand to drive away the smoke and said, "Oh no, I have to wash it before assembling it. Brother, I'm going to wash this thing. You and the two seniors can have lunch first."

Kazuma was called to open the door by the police during lunch.

Chiyoko picked up the parts she just dropped and trotted away.

"You are so energetic, Chiyoko." Mikako sighed as she watched Chiyoko leave.

"Chi-chan?"

"Yeah, of course girls have to have cute nicknames, right? Or do you also want a chan? Kazuma-chan?"

Mikako looked at Kazuma with a smile.

"Well, it doesn't feel bad." Kazuma nodded, "You can shout like this if you want."

Nanjo-san: "Kazuma-chan, keep eating."

"Ahhh!" Mikako pointed at Nanjo, "I was the one who came up with it first! It was obviously me first!"

Nanjo-san ignored Mikako and walked straight towards Enkata where the lunch box was still placed.

Kazuma looked at Mikako and mouthed to her: 'I testify that you came first. ’

Mikako stood up with a pout and headed towards the yard.

Nanjo, who had arrived first, turned around and asked, "By the way, why is there a sword suddenly? Chiyoko said that your family's financial situation is not very good. Isn't this kind of ancient sword incredibly expensive?"

"Ah... well, this is a trophy." Kazuma could only explain, "I acted bravely, and then the client who got my help decided to give this knife to me."

"That's it. It seems that Kazuma-san has really provided a lot of help to each other."

Nanjo-san returned to being called "Kazuma-san". It seems that she is really not used to calling a grown man "XX-chan".

"Yes," Kazuma responded with a smile, "I did give the client a huge help and freed him from the big trouble that troubled him."

Forever free.

Although it wasn't me who did the last bit.