I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

　　 The previous life of the current Kiryuu Kazuma was a hard life. After many years of hard work, I became a "business representative".

　　 His classmates don’t manage high school or university. They all say that programmers work hardest, and they all think that the business representatives of foreign trade companies are a fat man.

　　 However, the business representative is just a terrific name, in fact, it is still an errand.

　　 There is not much difference between advanced errands and errands. Anyway, if you raise your head, you will find that life on the clouds is still so far away.

　　 Kazuma had always wanted to be a master, but after graduating from university for so many years, this idea has long been replaced with "an ordinary life."

I accepted my fate and compromised. I had to live it away. I thought I just put my head in the ground and acted as an ostrich, instead of looking directly at the people above the clouds, or fantasizing about being one of them, the monster named "life". Will free himself.

　　 I didn't expect life to catch up quickly, and threw the word "Hou Lang" on the face of Kazuma.

　　 Listening to the "front wave" on the screen talking about his imaginary "back wave" life, Kazuma looked at his own life in contrast, and felt that he was probably expelled from the ranks of young people.

　　Unhappy, very unhappy.

　　 Kazuma doesn't think he is worse than others, he is just born late.

　　 He imagined more than once that if he was born in the time when he had just changed, he would definitely seize the opportunity to soar into the sky and become a master.

　　 Then he can become a member of "Front Waves" and say to the "Back Waves" in a comforting tone: "I look at you with envy."

　　 Now Kazuma really crossed, and got the plug-in, so he must be developed and become a master.

　　 Now, Kazuma suddenly felt that it was too stupid to not sell the dojo after worrying about Chiyoko's feelings before.

　　—Just because Chiyoko is sensible and cute, I was confused and shaken, and my purity was not enough.

　　 But now it’s not too late to discover this.

　　Kazuma clenched the bamboo knife tightly, preparing to use the bamboo knife to convey his decision to my sister.

　　 "The dojo has been sold, and if you make money in the future, you can buy another piece and open a bigger one. Memories or something are enough to keep it in your heart.

"Chiyoko! The stubbornness and sentimentality that can't get in with oil and salt can't protect anything!" Kazuma shouted at Chiyoko, "Let you see my brother's determination! Let me take you down It's childish, completely crushed!"

After 　　 released his rhetoric, the wind poured in from the open side door of the dojo just right.

　　 Kazuma allows the bangs on his forehead to dance with the wind, and has no plan to sort it out.

　　 He stared at Chiyoko through his dancing hair.

　　 He understands Chiyoko's feelings for the dojo, and understands the extraordinary significance of the dojo to her.

　　 But selling the dojo and then flying into the air is also of extraordinary significance to Kazuma.

　　 It is clear that he has gone through, and he has also got the plug-in. He doesn't want to copy his previous life in a futile way.

　　 Before Kazuma, I didn't figure out this reason, and there were a lot of worries. Now that I figured it out, the whole person has a good idea.

　　 Compared to the feelings held by Chiyoko, I want to convince her with a half-hearted consciousness, it is not a foolish dream.

　　 Now, it is time for Chiyoko to see this enlightenment.

　　 Kazuma now guesses that the martial arts in this world is probably different from his original world. There is a high probability that this world will really be able to engage with swords.

　　 He doesn't bother to look at his own state. It needs meditation. It is not as convenient to look at the state of others.

　　 Even if this realization fails to form a BUFF, Kazuma is sure to defeat the faltering Chiyoko.

　　He stepped forward.

　　 When the soles of his feet hit the floor of the dojo, there was a crisp sound, and there was wind pressure spreading around.

　　 Those who practice martial arts, the bottom plate should be as steady as a jack.

　　 "Chiyoko!"

　　 Kazuma shouted out the sword.

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　　 Chiyoko felt the shock.

　　 When I was young, my dad once told her that there is will in sword skills.

　　 She always thought this was nonsense after Dad drank sake.

　　 After so many years, Chiyoko has never felt the will in sword skills in a sword do battle.

　　 Sword is a murder weapon, and kendo is a killing technique. Now it has become a competitive technique.

　　How can technology embody will?

Do not make jokes!

　　 However, at this moment, Chiyoko felt it.

　　 Brother Kiryuu Kazuma is surrounded by an unspeakable aura. He just stepped forward and didn't do any other actions, which made Chiyoko feel a strong pressure.

　　—This sword will be fierce!

　　 The next moment, Kiryuu Kazuma rushed forward, so fast that Chiyoko couldn't see clearly, but he blocked it with his muscle memory—

　　 The touch of the bamboo knives hitting together came along with the crisp sound of collision.

　　 Although the momentum was overwhelmed, Chiyoko's response did not lag behind.

　　 She stepped forward for half a step, trying to reduce the follow-up attack by narrowing the distance-the length of the bamboo knife is close to that of the knife, and the space needed to swing is not as close as possible.

　　 However, the knife of Kazuma has been hit by Chiyoko!

　　—Wait, when did he make the second sword?

　　The pain in his hand almost made Chiyoko let go-the sword dropped but it was a big taboo.

　　 Kiryuu Kazuma has opened the distance and resumed the confrontation.

　　 The biting aura still haunts him.

　　 Chiyoko even had the illusion that the wind coming in from the open sliding door was spinning around her brother.

　　 She remembered a TV show she had seen before. On the show, the Chinese Taichi Master practiced boxing in a temple-like place (actually Taoist Temple), and the wind swirled around the master with the yellow fallen leaves, as if echoing the master's movements of running clouds and flowing water.

　　 I remember that at the end of the show, the master finished the practice, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground, forming a pattern similar to Tai Chi on the ground.

　　 Chiyoko has always thought that it was fake, just like the kendo master performing cutting leaves, it was fake.

　　 But now, she is not so sure.

　　 At this time, Kiryuu Kazuma spoke: "What's wrong, Chiyoko? How about the momentum just now? Your sword has become blunt."

　　 Chiyoko glanced at the bamboo knife in his hand, and almost blurted out after complaining.

　　 Kazuma attacked again, still as swift as before.

　　 The bamboo knives collided with each other and made a clear sound.

　　 is an unpretentious blow from the previous paragraph.

　　 Chiyoko almost loosened his left hand holding the tail of the sword.

　　 Chiyoko couldn't help but think of the master of demonstrations she met when she participated in the last national kendo convention.

　　 That guy is said to be the daughter of a police officer in the Osaka Prefecture police. She has been learning from her father since she was a child. She is an official genre certified by the Metropolitan Police Department.

　　 After the Meiji Restoration, the police system was mainly controlled by the Satsuma clan vassals, and the base of the current flow was in the Satsuma clan.

　　 Kiryuu Kazuma The strength of this blow has already caught up with the level of showing a master!

　　 But Chiyoko knows that the way Kazuma exerts its strength is not to show the flow.

　　 shows that the current upper-stage attack is slightly different from the general upper-stage down-slash, which is not seen by people who are not practicing kendo.

　　 Chiyoko stretched a distance and held the bamboo sword firmly again—Although the blow did not let Chiyoko's bamboo sword fly out, it also caused a bit of misalignment in the position of Chiyoko's holding the sword. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 In kendo fighting, this dislocation may cause the movement to be deformed and needs to be adjusted again.

　　 "Why don't you pursue it?" Chiyoko asked.

　　 "Because what I want is not to beat you," Kiryuu Kazuma responded loudly, "I want you to understand my thoughts!"

　　 "What are you talking about, the meaning is Wah Kanai! (The meaning is unknown

　　 Chiyoko roared, and some self-defeating attack launched an attack-she knew that if she continued to defend passively, she would definitely be defeated.

　　 The knife was easily opened, but Chiyoko felt like "Ah, it is so" in his heart.

　　—I should obviously be stronger.

　　 The counterattack of Kazuma came as scheduled.

　　 Chiyoko is very reluctant to deal with the knife

　　 In the blink of an eye, Chiyoko's bamboo sword flew high and landed on the floor not far away with a crisp sound.

　　 echoed the sound, the patter of rain rang outside the dojo, and it turned into pouring rain in a few seconds.

　　 Chiyoko stood there, maintaining a posture of holding a knife, watching his brother Kiryuu Kazuma.

　　 Kazuma uses the first leather on the head of a bamboo knife to gently poke her throat.

　　 "You lost." He said, "I want to sell the dojo. If you have an opinion, beat me before the people from Sumitomo Construction come. I will accept your challenge all day tomorrow."

　　 Chiyoko couldn't help asking: "Why? For my brother, there are many precious memories here too!"

　　 "Didn't I say that? Memories are enough to stay in my heart. I won't be restricted by the memories of the past. Chiyoko, we should embrace the present and look to the future."

　　 Chiyoko stared at Kazuma for a long time, then she sighed: "I lost. I agreed to sell the dojo."