I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

When the police took Daddy Ikeda away, they didn't even ask Kazuma to record a confession. It seemed that Daddy Ikeda had been drunk before and sexually harassed him.

Of course, it may also be that the martial arts of Kazuma are too prosperous. After all, most of the Gurdjieff police officers have witnessed the courage of Kazuma alone.

After the police took the person away, Chiyoko worriedly asked, "Will there be something wrong with Amao? Those usury..."

"What do you think are those who lend usury?" Kazuma asked.

"Uh... Ji Dao?" Chiyoko breathed a sigh of relief after the answer came up. "That's right, then there should be no usury to find Amao."

Kazuma nodded: "The entire underground bank in Tokyo should be under the control of Kanto United, especially the bank near us. Maybe it is the property of the Jinshan Group. How could they come to trouble my apprentice."

Chiyoko smiled: "Brother, you are right, others will definitely think we are bad guys after hearing this."

As soon as the voice fell, the brothers and sisters noticed together that a window was closed on the attic of a building in the distance.

Then the people in the room closed the curtains.

Through the shadow cast by the light on the curtains, Kazuma saw the tall woman slap a small figure several times.

There should be a kid lying in the attic peeking, and then he was beaten by his mother.

Chiyoko: "Speaking of which, the scream of Mr. Ikeda just now will make the neighbors around me wrong?"

"The neighbors around have almost moved, and few people will hear it." Kazuma said very uncertainly.

All the houses around the dojo have been bought by Sumitomo Construction, but I don’t know why Sumitomo Construction suddenly showed kindness and gave them a period of six months to move out.

But the half-year deadline is approaching, and everyone around has moved almost the same. The one in the distance should be one of the few remaining ones.

Think about it carefully. Sumitomo Construction is also a headache for the reputation of this dojo now. When the house is built, who would be willing to buy it around the dojo that is in collusion with Jidao?

However, what does Sumitomo Construction's headache have to do with his Kiryuu Kazuma?

Kazuma patted my sister on the shoulder: "Let's go, it's a bit cold outside."

Although it is only September, the night has already begun to cool.

Chiyoko: "From the sky now, this area may be completely dark except for our sparks."

Kazuma stopped and looked up: "Well, indeed. Because the light pollution around is less, the starry sky is suddenly clear."

Chiyoko also stopped and raised his head.

"Yes. By the way, brother, do you remember when you were a kid when you took me to recognize the constellation?"

As soon as Chiyoko said, Kazuma was automatically remembered, but before that, he had no impression at all. These memories of the previous master and sister of this body are sleeping in the depths of consciousness, there is no opportunity to activate them, as if they don't exist.

Kazuma revisited the scene, and this time, I don’t know if it was because of his long time relationship with Chiyoko. In addition to recreating the scene in his mind, the feeling of Kiryuu Kazuma at that time It was also passed on through some kind of empathy.

The feelings of that time and the feelings of the present are fused together, making Kazuma look at the stars in the sky with emotion.

Kazuma looked at the sky, and based on the knowledge in memory, distinguished Pegasus and Andromeda...

Chiyoko also looked up at the starry sky: "Summer Night Triangle... seems to be out of sight?"

"Nonsense, how many days have passed since the beginning of autumn, the rising time of the summer night triangle will be advanced, and now you can see the autumn night quadrilateral."

"Ah, what a pity, why didn't I remember to look at the stars this summer? It's too busy this year!"

While Chiyoko asked and answered himself, Kazuma remembered a song he liked very much in his previous life, because the lyrics contained the phrase "you point to the big triangle of summer night".

It was the ending song of Baked Words, and the name seemed to be called—Relying on the level of Japanese in this life, Kazuma recalled effortlessly as "A Story You Don't Know".

He looked at the starry sky, was immersed in the memory of watching the stars with his sister, and couldn't help humming the main melody of the song.

"What's that?" Chiyoko looked at Kazuma in surprise, "Listen well. Isn't that where the star is?"

"Yeah." Kazuma hurriedly stopped and said, "When I remembered seeing the stars together when I was young, suddenly there was a melody passing through my mind."

"Huh? So is this a piece specifically for me? Great, I beg you to finish it!"

"No, it's just a passage through my mind."

Now Yokoyama consultants in the flute club only believe that Kazuma has invaded an unknown musician's work and is gilded, and the entire music critic community has also kept a consistent pace in a tacit understanding.

If Kazuma writes another good song, it is estimated that someone will complain about the unknown musician whose work has been invaded.

At that time, Kazuma might be forced to start performing live composition-copying.

But Kazuma didn't particularly want to be a copywriter. He learned the harmonica to buff himself in the future and create a sense of ritual.

Jian Hao has to play a flute and shakuhachi or something to be stylish.

So Uesugi Soichiro also listened to the shamisen buff.

So Kazuma chose to continue to prevaricate my sister at this time: "It's just a passing melody, not a tune."

Chiyoko pouted and looked at the starry sky: "Obviously, she made it smoothly in front of the elder sisters. I think you just thought it was useless to soak my sister, so you didn't write."

Kazuma looked at Chiyoko, who had a little temper, and couldn't help but curl his mouth.

When I just recalled the memory of watching the stars, he really felt the affection for Chiyoko from the original Kiryuu Kazuma.

This made him couldn't help but want to spoil Chiyoko a little bit more.

So Kazuma said softly: "Well, I wrote it out, but you can't tell others that this is your only song."

"Why, brother, didn't you still accept an interview with a music magazine before? Remember that the title of the magazine is about a high-profile new composer..."

"That was an interview conducted by people looking at the face of Nanjo's family. They must think that the music I brought out was bought from that unknown musician, not my original."

Chiyoko curled his lips: "That's it, I don't understand. Are you saying that the Nanjo family snatched someone else's work to gild my brother?"

"Right, that is it."

"It's obviously that you wrote it yourself, brother!" Chiyoko looked upset, "If you can write music and sell it, you can solve our family's financial problems! And the tuition fee has also been reduced!"

Kazuma suddenly discovered that Chiyoko seemed to make a lot of sense.

Although copying other people's music or something makes Kazuma, a guy who has cultivated a sense of authenticity, a little bit resist, but...he needs money, and he really needs it.

Kazuma looked at Chiyoko and touched his chin thoughtfully. After a while, he said, "I'll write down this piece related to the summer night triangle."

"Okay!" Chiyoko cheered, "But, brother, do you know how to write scores? Last time you composed the music, it was you who played the melody. Nanjo-senpai and Jinguji-senpai helped you pick up the score, right?"

Kazuma couldn't help but help.

Yes, Kazuma has neither learned music theory nor composition. He can now understand notation, but it is a bit difficult for him to pick up scores at his current level.

It seems that I can only wait for the girls to come tomorrow.

Maybe you can blow out the main melody and chorus melody tonight, so that the girls can directly help pick the score when they come tomorrow.

Anyway, the chairman has said that the amount of study today is enough.

Kazuma pondered.

Of course, the practice of karate can't be missed.

At the same time, it was in an apartment for rent somewhere about seven or eight kilometers away from the dojo.

A family of three renting an apartment was tied to chairs in a very twisted and awkward way.

Except for a family of three who are tied together like luggage, the two-bedroom and one-living apartment for rent looks nothing unusual and is very clean and tidy.

Precisely because of this, the twisted family of three is extraordinarily weird.

Li Zhenghe took the erect pencil as a reference and carefully observed the abnormal scene.

"Sure enough, the person should still be moved to the left." He said to the men behind him in Korean.

"Which one to move?" the subordinate asked.

"Of course it's the whole movement, stupid. It's about 30 centimeters to the left, yes, that's it. After moving, hurry away and don't block my viewfinder."

After his subordinates left their sight, Li Zhenghe began to paint with a pencil on the portable drawing board on his knees.

"Watanabe-kun," he said in his accented Japanese while drawing a weird sketch, "Are you particularly despising me? After all, as the boss of a gang, I actually have to personally collect loan sharks. ."

The male host of a family of three made a um, ah, ah, his mouth was blocked, and he could only make such a sound.

Li Zhenghe continued: "I can't help it either. After all, we have just arrived and there is a shortage of manpower. To be honest, loan sharking is not our most profitable business now.

"But there are more and more people like you who borrow money and don't repay it, which still troubles me. Did someone tell you that our foreign gangs will soon be leveled by Tokyo's Jidao? Just earning the five million yen we lent you for nothing?"

Mr. Watanabe is louder, probably begging for mercy.

But Li Zhenghe turned a deaf ear to these.

"This is a good idea, after all, even I am not sure whether we can survive the siege of the Kanto United, and now we can only do little things secretly, not to provoke them.

"So your idea is not wrong. But have you ever thought that before we are finished, your whole family will be finished first?"

Li Zhenghe said while speeding up the painting on the drawing board.

"Everyone is from the Chinese cultural circle. You Japanese should also know what killing chickens and monkeys is? To tell the truth, we poor brothers don’t need 1 million yen to kill individuals. At this price, your family of three is not worth five hundred. Million.

"Well, you can say the names of the two enemies, and we killed them together, but forget your wishes."

While speaking, Li Zhenghe glanced at his men: "Remove the woman's gag and let her talk."

The subordinates immediately followed suit.

As soon as Mrs. Watanabe opened her mouth, she asked: "Did you make a mistake? My husband has no bad habits, so how could he borrow so much money."

"Of course it's because of raising a junior. After all, your husband has just been promoted to the head of the department, and it is normal to raise a junior at the chief level."

Mrs. Watanabe immediately cursed her husband, and was struggling to bite Mr. Watanabe, but the tying method was so strange that she failed to do so.

"Go ahead," Li Zhenghe continued to paint, "Who are you going to kill? You don't have to count your husband, after all, he was going to die."

"Wait a minute! If 5 million yen, we can still afford it!" Mrs. Watanabe shouted, "The passbook is..."

"We have found the passbook, it is not enough. When borrowing something like usury, it is 5 million, but it is not necessarily the amount when it is returned. Especially if your husband has maliciously defaulted on it, this is called breach of contract. gold.

"Don't say anything, why don't you help you kill people according to the money you need to pay. This time we are here to deal with bad debts. Understand, so we can only count on the principal. Let's say, there are two places. "

Mrs. Watanabe gritted her teeth and said, "Then I want that little mistress to die!"

"Yes. There is a child in Xiaosan's belly, so let's count as two, it's enough to count." Li Zhenghe made a gesture, and the younger brother immediately went up and sealed Mrs. Watanabe's mouth.

Li Zhenghe drew the last stroke and looked at Watanabe's family. Then he turned the drawing board to Watanabe's family and showed the pencil sketch he had just completed, full of tension.

"How about it, isn't it? You won't believe me like this, but I am indeed an artist." Li Zhenghe put down the drawing board and picked up Kalashnikov beside him.

He picked up the weapon in a skilful manner and loaded it, but finally changed his mind.

"It seems too fussy?" He touched his beard, then put the gun back where it was just placed, took out the Cloro pistol from his pocket, and took out a muffler~www.readwn.com~ on his side. Give Clolo, a standard agent, press the muffler with a gun and hum the North Korean folk song "Little White Boat".

He seems to have deliberately slowed down the installation of the muffler to match the tempo of folk songs.

After installing the muffler, he sang the last two lines of the folk song "Floating and Floating Beyond the Clouds", and stepping forward, he accurately shot through the heads of the Watanabe family of three.

"Come on." Li Zhenghe turned around and said to his subordinates.

"Do you still want to kill Xiaosan?" the subordinate asked in Korean.

"Are you stupid? I asked just now, just to have a sense of ritual." Li Zhenghe took out the cigarette and held it to his mouth.

The subordinates hurried forward to help him point.

After breathing out his smoke, Li Zhenghe said, "I don't need to take out the remaining debts personally? You guys also come in handy. I was supposed to go to the field to sketch today."

As Li Zhenghe was about to leave, his subordinates suddenly said, “Among the guys who owe us money, there is a son who seems to be a disciple in the dojo under the protection of the Kanto Alliance. How should this family deal with it?”

"Are you stupid? The people covered by the Kanto United owe debts and don't have to pay it back? Then our underground bank still has a fart!" Li Zhenghe banged his subordinates' heads, "Kanto United Come, hit if you can't beat, and run if you can't beat, what's the matter?"

After speaking, Li Zhenghe thought for a while, and added: "Avoid being too public and don't bring hot weapons. It just so happens that you should also remember how to fight with fists and feet. Isn't that a kendo gym? Will it be kicked?

"Anyway, you can get this done. I may go to Osaka for a month or so." After saying that, Li Zhenghe folded Kalashnikov's folding **** and put it in his own drawing box with the portable drawing board, and then Standing up with the painting box, "Then, take a step first."