I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

At the same time Chiyoko lost 80,000 tuition fees, Shigeru Ikeda opened his eyes.

The nurse who was observing his condition opened his eyes and immediately rushed out of the intensive care unit yelling "doctor".

Soon the attending physician rushed into the ward with a ticket of assistants and nurses.

After Professor Cai Qian personally performed the inspection, he congratulated him: "The recovery is perfect. This resilience is amazing."

After finishing talking, Professor Cai Qian looked back at the door of the ward, and said to the Shiratori and Takayama detectives who were already waiting at the door of the ward, "Two, it's okay. He can have a conversation in his condition. However, pay attention to the time."

"Understood, we are just asking some details, and it will be done soon."

Professor Cai Qian nodded and said to Shigeru Ikeda, "Then give it to the detectives. I will come to see you later."

After talking about Cai Qian, Professor Shigeru Ikeda smiled.

It seems that the professor really wants to make a good impression on Shigeru Ikeda.

After all, Shigeru Ikeda is the only disciple of Kiryuu Kazuma.

After Professor Cai Qian led the people away, the Shiratori and Takayama detectives came to Shigeru Ikeda's bed.

"We have a few questions. If you feel that you can't answer the question for a long time, let's pick the key questions first." The Shiratori detective stopped and waited for Shigeru Ikeda's answer.

Shigeru Ikeda looked out the window and asked, "My father... Naoto Ikeda, how is it?"

"Dead. Your master seems to be planning to pay for it himself, and it should start when you wake up."

"How can this work? Master's tuition has not yet been paid."

As soon as the voice fell, the Takayama Interpol was surprised: "How come, isn't it that the Nanjo family fully sponsors the tuition?"

The Shiratori detective motioned to the mountain detective not to speak, and then went straight to the subject: "You witnessed the death of your father, didn't you?"

Shigeru Ikeda gently shook his head: "No, I was in a coma at that time, when I opened my eyes, things had already come to make a living."

"It's okay, tell us about what you saw when you woke up." Shiratori detective's tone was like the confidant big brother announcer on late-night radio.

Shigeru Ikeda was silent for a few seconds before he whispered: "I heard someone shouting, "Amao get up" and "Run away". The shout made me open my eyes, and then I saw..."

The two detectives stared at Shigeru Ikeda attentively, waiting for him to continue.

Shigeru Ikeda: "I saw a tall figure standing there, against the light. Before I fell, I thought it was Naoto Ikeda, but looking back now, I'm not sure what I saw.

"That figure is too tall, Naoto Ikeda...My father should not be so tall, he is a hunched back, with his arms shrunk as if he wants to hide himself anytime, anywhere.

"His back is weak and annoying. This is the Naoto Ikeda in my mind.

"But, at that moment, the figure in the backlight was so tall, like a Kamen Rider."

Shiratori glanced at Takayama, "You are younger, have you seen Kamen Rider?"

"Forgive me, I was in college when Toei was filming this film. This is a subsistence."

Shigeru Ikeda ignored the Takayama detective and continued: "I heard the gunshots, but the tall figure didn't fall down immediately, but rushed towards the enemy.

"Sure enough, that is actually a Kamen Rider passing by, right?"

"No," the Shiratori detective shook his head, "That's your father Naoto Ikeda. Your language skills are pretty good, and it doesn't exactly match your grades in Chinese written on the document."

Shigeru Ikeda glanced at the Shiratori detective: "That's because I recently read a lot of books, such as Osamu Dazai."

Detective Shiratori shrugged: "So, you don't know what happened to your father? I don't know how he got up in the end? Can you ask how you untied the rope on your body?"

"I provoke them and let them stand alone with me." Shigeru Ikeda told him all the things before he fell into a coma.

About 30 minutes later, the Shiratori detective nodded: "Very well, we have nothing to ask, you have a good rest..."

"Can I be discharged from the hospital?" Shigeru Ikeda said and sat up directly, "I feel that I am in great condition. I can't do anything unless I am discharged from the hospital? After all, I may be the only person holding a portrait."

The Shiratori detective and the Takayama detective looked at each other, and then said, "Then you have to ask Professor Cai Qian, we are not doctors, and there is no way to decide whether you can leave the hospital."

**

Two days later, Ikeda's house.

The door of a dilapidated house was repainted, and the paint sprayed by the debt collectors was all brushed off.

There was a table at the gate of a family building where guests signed in, but the list was empty. Except for the Kiryu family and the apprentices of Kiryuu Kazuma, there were only the names of the two detectives Shiratori and Takayama.

The original relatives of the Ikeda family didn't know if they were dead, or didn't want to stick to this bad luck, anyway, none of them appeared.

Because there are no women who can receive guests in the Ikeda family, Kiryu Chiyoko sits behind the sign-in table. Shigeru Ikeda is a disciple of Kazuma. In Japan, the relationship between the teacher and the apprentice is second only to family love, so Chiyoko Take up the responsibility of the hostess.

In order to take up this role, Chiyoko specially borrowed an all-black kimono from Nanjo's family. Kiryu's family does not have such an all-black kimono. Chiyoko only has a wedding kimono handed down from her mother.

But because there were no guests at all, Chiyoko was looking bored at the clouds in the sky at this time.

The sound of monks chanting scriptures continuously came from the front door of a house.

Ikeda’s house is very small, and there is not much space left for a coffin in the living room.

The monk in cassock sat in the middle of the living room, reciting unintelligible Sanskrit scriptures.

Japanese monk chanting will be accompanied by a unique singing voice, like a Noh.

Shigeru Ikeda held the portrait and sat not far behind the monk.

The portrait of Naoto Ikeda is very young. It seems that this guy hasn't taken pictures seriously in the past ten years, so he can only take pictures from when he was just married.

Kiryuu Kazuma sitting next to Ikeda felt that Naoto Ikeda when he was young, looked like a good young man.

After Shigeru Ikeda came back from the hospital, he was silent a lot. He didn't even say anything. The training and learning arranged by Kazuma would be completed every day, and it felt like a dull gourd.

Kazuma is a little worried that this apprentice will be sick.

After the ritual is over, I burned Naoto Ikeda-the Japanese tradition is to burn to ashes before burial-Kazuma has to find a way to restore the spiritual head of the apprentice.

At this time, Kazuma heard the two detectives standing at the end talking: "This monk, I recognize it, isn't this the great monk Masaru of Tsukiji Honganji? Kiryu-kun can afford him?"

"Of course it's because of the face of Nanjo's family that they gave a surprising discount. What's weird."

Kazuma looked back at the two detectives.

Originally, he wanted to complain that the two of them were still chatting in such a loud voice on this occasion, but after another thought, it was not the voice of the detective who was actually loud, but the house was too small, and the distance between the back row and the front row was too close.

And when the funeral is going out, you have to bother the two detectives to carry the coffin, otherwise the man can't make enough, I am afraid that Nanjo will mobilize his SP to carry the coffin.

In Japan, there are people who are particular about going out for funerals and carry the coffins.

The two detectives handled the death case of Naoto Ikeda, and they are considered to be related persons.

Finding a few unrelated black people to dance while carrying the coffin will not work in Japan.

Kazuma retracted his gaze, glanced at Shigeru Ikeda again, and stopped talking.

**

That evening, Shigeru Ikeda returned from the crematorium.

Because I couldn't afford the cemetery, Ikeda's ashes were taken back by Shigeru Ikeda. It is a common practice for Japanese families who cannot afford a graveyard to enshrine the ashes in a shrine at home.

Sometimes, according to the wishes of the deceased, it will be spilled into the mountains and seas.

Shigeru Ikeda put the ashes in the TV cabinet-the TV was sold by Shigeru Ikeda for money to gamble, and now there is only a cabinet left, which looks like a shrine.

Putting the urn in place, Shigeru Ikeda re-evaluated the house.

In order to hold the memorial service, the Nanjo family's dispatched personnel had cleaned the house a long time ago, and the piles of domestic garbage were cleared away.

Even the breath of life was cleared away.

This makes the house look like a family.

Shigeru Ikeda originally wanted to sell the house to Master to collect the tuition fees for the university, but Master asked him to keep it, so he could come back and check it out from time to time.

Shigeru Ikeda stood in a house with no breath of life, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He didn't understand his mood at this moment at all.

It stands to reason that getting rid of this home should give him a feeling of liberation, after all, nothing good has happened in this home.

All memories are full of pain and sadness.

But now Shigeru Ikeda suddenly realized that he was a bit lonely.

In order to resolve this loneliness, he decided to see what else at home could take away.

He came to the dining room from the living room and found that the tableware had been replaced with brand new ones. Probably the old tableware had been broken by the drunk Naoto Ikeda.

So the Nanjo family put on new tableware.

He opened the refrigerator, only to find that the refrigerator was still empty.

Shigeru Ikeda sighed and left the dining room to go into his room.

My room was also cleaned, and then one thing caught Shigeru Ikeda's eyes.

The thing was placed on the desk that had been emptied, and the sunlight from outside the room fell on it, gentle and bright.

It was the Kamen Rider belt that my mother bought for Shigeru Ikeda. It was this belt that Shigeru Ikeda wore back then. He gained courage from the false transformation sound effects and stood behind Naoto Ikeda with a knife.

And my mother stopped Shigeru Ikeda who was wearing this belt.

Shigeru Ikeda stepped forward and lightly picked up the belt.

He remembered that the belt was broken during his father's beating that day, and he could no longer produce the sound and light effect of transforming.

After my mother left, my father said that he would think of "that **** woman" when he saw this belt, so he snatched the belt and threw it away.

Obviously it should have been thrown away.

Later, Shigeru Ikeda blackmailed his junior classmates and used the money to buy a brand new belt.

But this belt should be the one thrown away by his father. There was a crack on the back of the belt buckle, which was caused when his father grabbed the belt.

Shigeru Ikeda looked at the belt, and the scene of Naoto Ikeda waking up suddenly appeared in his mind, looking for the belt in the trash like a stray dog.

He sighed and put his belt back on the table, but after hesitating, he picked it up again and stuffed it into his school bag.

Now, Shigeru Ikeda can't wait to leave this place, where he feels that he will be overwhelmed by the chaotic memories at any time.

He returned to the living room, looked at the ashes pot, and finally decided to put the pot here.

Although Naoto Ikeda finally became his father, Shigeru Ikeda still wanted to seal him, along with all those memories, in this dilapidated house.

Shigeru Ikeda took the only gain: a worn-out Kamen Rider turned into a belt and left this place once called home.

He left his father, his memories, and everything in the past here—at least he himself thought so.

He rode the bicycle that delivered the newspaper, quickly returned to the Kiryu Dojo, and entered the small room for himself next to the entrance.

This is his little world, his current comfort zone, and he can feel a sense of peace of mind that he has never had before staying here.

He opened the kettle and started heating the water, took out a box of half-price cup noodles that were about to expire, tore the packaging and added the seasoning, and waited for the water to boil.

Then he took out the old Kamen Rider Transformation Belt.

He looked at the belt, lost in thought.

The water boiled, the kettle screamed, and he did not return from his meditation.

Then, the door of the guest room opened and Kiryuu Kazuma walked in: "Amao! The water is boiling!"

Shigeru Ikeda woke up abruptly and hurriedly reached out and shut the stove off.

Shigeru Ikeda raised his head to look at the master and asked involuntarily: "My father, is he a good person or a bad person? If my mother does not leave, but continues to accompany him, will he be different?

"Look, he can obviously protect me like a Kamen Rider at the last moment of his life, so who can say that he won't get better at other times?"

After a series of questions, Shigeru Ikeda looked at Kiryuu Kazuma with straight and simple eyes, waiting for Master's guidance.

Looking at the apprentice in Kazuma, he suddenly realized that this is the key point. In the future life of Shigeru Ikeda, he will hobble with the shadow of the past, or he will turn everything from the past into his own motivation and stride forward. This moment.

Kiryuu Kazuma knew that he ran in to remind his apprentice of the action of turning off the stove, and made himself a switchman who changed his apprentice’s life.

Kazuma glanced at Shigeru Ikeda's head. He had two permanent entries, one of which was a gift from his father.

Just tell Amao that his father finally blessed him, is that all right?

Kazuma thinks things will not be that simple.

Then his gaze fell on the transformation belt in Shigeru Ikeda's hand.

The old belt looks very old, and there are quite conspicuous cracks on it. This is useless trash that will make the children cry when they are given to them.

But Shigeru Ikeda held it very preciously.

Kazuma ignored Ikeda's question, looked at the belt and asked, "What is this belt?"

"It was the transformation belt that my mother bought for me. I thought my father threw it away, but today I found it is still there."

Kazuma feels like I have found the key point.

He said: "Kamen Rider is really a great work. Under the handsome mask is the sadness of transforming people. But even if you are in tears, you must fight for justice."

"Yes, I didn't understand everything when I was young, but I feel admired when I look at it when I grow up."

Sixteen-year-old Shigeru Ikeda ~www.readwn.com~ Strictly speaking, he is not "grown up", but Kazuma did not correct him.

Kazuma: "Should you try to change your body?"

"Huh?" Shigeru Ikeda raised his head suspiciously and looked at Kazuma.

And Kazuma presents the first-generation Kamen Rider, the classic transformation action.

He did it very seriously, as if performing some serious ceremony.

Shigeru Ikeda was even more puzzled: "Why suddenly?"

"My mood has changed. Come on, try it, maybe it works? It just so happens that you have a belt."

Kazuma encouraged Shigeru Ikeda, so the sixteen-year-old boy stood up and clumsily fastened his belt around his waist.

Although Shigeru Ikeda is in good shape, the belt designed for a child's size still tightens his waist.

Kazuma: "Well, you are now the hapless person who was caught by the card repairing and reforming. All the pain, sorrow and parting you have experienced before are all sufferings given to you by the card repairing organization! Now you have to how to do?"

Shigeru Ikeda was silent for a few seconds, and then raised his hand in a transforming starting position.

He acted meticulously, as if he really was the Kamen Rider who had gone through hardships.

All the pain and sorrow, with his actions, turned into a heart of strength and justice.

Above his head, the words of the prodigal son and the gifts left by his father burned, united in the flames.

Shigeru Ikeda finished his final transformation.

He stood there, exuding the aura of an indomitable man, like a real Kamen Rider.

Above his head, the words condensed in the firelight, shining incredibly.

Knight of law

There is no explanation, only the burning entry.

Kazuma stretched out his hand and patted his apprentice on the shoulder: "Very good, congratulations on your new life."