I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

Chapter 188

Kazuma knows that Beichen's sword style is based on actual combat, and "there are many tricks suitable for actual combat."

But these tricks are too "realistic", right?

Tumbling is an escape skill for the time being. This counterattack directly grabs the enemy's wrist with your hands, not to mention that it is useless in competitive kendo. Even if you use this trick, others will think you are playing tricks.

Is it possible that all Beichen's skills in a single sword class are given to this kind? Next, do you even have tricks like spitting out people's water?

If the pursuit of actual combat is to the extreme, could it be that the ultimate meaning of Beichen's swordsmanship is called "Thomson Ripple Walk"?

After all, in actual combat, there is no more powerful melee method than a Thomson submachine gun.

It seems that Sakamoto Ryoma is the Kitashino Ichisatsu style, according to the urinary **** of Sakamoto Ryoma——

My lord, times have changed!

Suddenly...

Wouldn't it be true? But now Kazuma thinks these are useless, I think it is too early to learn the ultimate skills.

Everything has to be considered long-term.

The kendo conference is over, there are only more than ten days left in summer, and Liqiu is right in front of him.

When this conference is over, it is time to withdraw from the Kendo club. The club activities end here. For the rest of high school life, it is time to fight for admission to the University of Tokyo...

Wait, Kazuma suddenly remembered, I seem to have a national convention of the wind club to attend?

But then I thought about it, just to play a harmonica, it won't cost much.

Although Hikaru Yokoyama, the consultant of the music club, seems to be planning to do something earth-shattering, Kazuma actually doesn't want to care about it.

He has learned the harmonica, and now he is very proficient at the place of stars, and his goal has been achieved.

If you encounter something sad in the future, you can take the piano and blow a wave of where the stars are, and then the sadness will be transformed into the nutrient of Kazuma-but I don't know what this nutrient can be used for.

It can't be just calories.

At this time, the meditation in Kazuma was suddenly interrupted. He opened his eyes and saw that the car had arrived in front of the hotel.

Nanjo first opened the door and got out of the car, and then Kazuma, who was sandwiched between two girls, got out of the car.

Daemon Goro, the consultant of the Kendo Department, stood at the entrance of the hotel, watching Kazuma after getting off the car and greeted him: "You are really a guy who can't be quiet. I feel that the police I met in the past two days are three times better than me. I have encountered many in ten years."

"It's just because I get along well with the police officers." Kazuma teased.

Daemon Goro shrugged: "Okay, I take that. You won't be doing things tonight, will you?"

"Isn't it supposed to be a celebration tonight?" Kazuma asked suspiciously.

Although the North Kazuma High School Kendo Club played a round of team battle, Kazuma took back the championship of the individual battle. This is also a feat that can be counted into the history of the North Kats High School Kendo Club. It is reasonable to have a celebration.

"I wanted to say that we didn't have so much spare money..." Daemon Goro spread both hands. "But the Nanjo family entrusted the hotel to hold such a celebration party, so I agreed."

Kazuma glanced at Nanjo with a smile, and joked, "It's good that you share so much money with me. I'm still worried about the livelihood of the dojo."

"It's Chiyoko who is worried about the livelihood of the dojo?" Mikako played the role of a spitter with due diligence, playing the last remaining heat of her childhood sweetheart.

"I'm worried too!" Kazuma argued.

Nanjo cleared his throat: "I personally don't mind asking Nanjo to directly sponsor the dojo, but grandpa thinks'this is a kind of experience' and insists that you can't give money other than tuition. So, come on, teacher generation ."

Kazuma sighed, then he glanced at the Kuixing Banner rolled up and placed in a transparent bag.

"I don't know if I can recruit some children who want to learn kendo to study in the dojo after the flag is hung, so that Chiyoko can be responsible for teaching these children, I can concentrate on reviewing, and the livelihood of the dojo can be maintained."

As soon as the voice of Kazuma fell, Mei Jiazi said: "Try it, maybe it's the way."

At this time Daimon Goro intervened in the conversation: "How long are you going to stand in front of the hotel? Don't you feel hot? Come into the hotel as soon as possible."

Kazuma only discovered that after getting off the car and leaving the air-conditioned compartment, I was already sweating.

He hurried to the revolving door of the hotel.

**

Opposite the hotel, Shangquan was just sitting in the back seat of his car, watching Kazuma enter the hotel.

The person sitting next to Masago Uesumi said, "Is that the seedling that Uesugi Soichiro valued?"

"Yes, the old Uesugi, although he has done all bad things, he is still quite accurate." Uequan Zhenggang replied, "It's just that he didn't expect that this boy has the courage to refuse his invitation. This young man has the courage to refuse his offer. People, given time, will become great weapons."

"However, if he fails to enter the University of Tokyo, Kanto United will squeeze him to death like a bug." The person next to Masaaki Ueizumi shook his head. "The University of Tokyo is not that good. If the chairman is optimistic about this Kiryuu Kazuma, he should..."

"No, we don’t do anything." Masaaki Ueizumi interrupted the person next to him, "If Kiryuu Kazuma fails to pass the test of Toda and is thrown into Tokyo Bay by Uesugi Soichiro to feed the fish, it means I think Go away.

"Of course, if this happens, I will probably come forward to protect the sister of Kiryuu Kazuma."

Shangquanzheng paused and said with a smile: "However, even if I don't guarantee it, the Nanjo Consortium should take action."

The person next to Shangquan Zhenggang smiled and said, "I thought I would have a chance to see the legendary confrontation of the two swordsmen in March next year."

"Huh, what's the point of an old and undead duel like ours? Swordsman is something young people are still worthy of."

Shangquan just burped his wine, then took out the hip flask he brought with him and took a sip.

"Good wine, sure enough, when you come to Akita, you should taste the great wine of Akita." The old sword saint squinted his eyes, as if tasting the wine he had just tasted.

Akita has three pillars of specialty products: hot springs, cedar trees, and fine wine.

When I came to Akita, I wanted to soak in the hot springs, taste some wine, and finally buy some cedar furniture to take home as a souvenir.

Shangquan Zheng had just drunk a good wine, and his expression became lazy.

"Today is a good day," he said, "to celebrate, go to the hot springs. I still have a half pot of wine, and taste it while soaking in the hot springs. It's definitely a great joy in life."

After speaking, he glanced at the "guest" who was sitting next to him, hiding his face in the shadow, and said, "Are you coming with you too?"

"No, I don't need it. I have something to take the last Shinkansen tonight. Allow me to say goodbye."

"Really not going to see your son?" Shangquan Zhenggang asked.

The Osaka prefectural police approached Ma Xingxiong and shook his head: "I saw him~www.readwn.com~ I will definitely scold him because he sneaked out of the hospital and then used Murama to kill people. But now it's obviously not scolding him when."

"Obviously because I was worried, I dropped the case and ran over all the way." Shangquan Zhenggang shook his head, "There must be a limit if you are not good at expressing your love for your son."

Jin Ma Xingxiong pretended not to hear Shangquan Zhenggang's words: "Then, I will leave."

Shangquan Zhenggang nodded: "I hope you can catch that Korean sooner."

Jin Ma Xingxiong pouted his lips, and shook his head after a few seconds of silence: "I think it's difficult. Although Ghost Garden and Komoriyama are still struggling to find him, but... I suspect that the Koreans still have us. No hidden channels found."

"Then how did this explosion end? Not even a scapegoat was caught, how to explain it to the public?" Shangquan Zhenggang asked.

Jin Ma Xingxiong shrugged: "Bow, there will always be a way."

(End of this chapter)