I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

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Da Zhang Weiming returned to his studio from the Kiryu Dojo, picked up the score that night and showed it to his assistant.

"This is the work of Mr. Kiryu?" the assistant asked after a glance.

Da Zhang was very strange because he didn't specify the creator on the score he wrote, so he asked, "How did you know?"

"The work of Mr. Kiryu recorded by Fang Chunpi in the weekly has similar, but the sound quality of the recording is very poor, and it is not as amazing as this one. It seems that this song is finally finished."

Da Zhang Weiming let out a "Oh" and then muttered: "It turned out that it was not on-site improvisation. It was a long time ago. Fortunately, I don't know how many people's self-esteem will be completely shattered."

The assistant asked strangely: "Teacher Da Zhang, what happened?"

The assistant had Mutsu's accent.

Da Zhang Weiming recounted what had just happened in the Kiryu Dojo, and the assistant immediately admired: "As expected of Mr. Kiryu, he is really a character who wants to shock the Japanese pop music scene. Why should such a character go to Tokyo University? Go to the Metropolitan Police Department, and fight with those dangerous elements all day long. His peace of mind writing songs is the greatest contribution to the world."

Da Zhang Weiming sighed, "Maybe this is the gap between you and Teacher Kiryu. Do you know the Six Arts of Chinese Gentlemen?"

"Are you talking about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Da Zhang Weiming shook his head: "No, no, no. The great writers and thinkers in ancient China are all proficient in riding, shooting and swordsmanship. Confucius himself is said to be good at driving chariots, and the poet Li Bai learned martial arts since he was a child. Only then can you go out with a big laugh, and walk the world with one sword."

The assistant's eyes widened: "Is that so?"

"That's it, so Mr. Kiryu, who has experienced life and death several times, can write things that we can't. I comforted myself on the way back: If the price of getting this talent is repeated births and deaths, then I still choose Be a arranger sitting in his music room scratching his head for inspiration."

Da Zhang Weiming shook his head with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

At this time, the assistant said: "Then Teacher Zhang, would you like to give it a try to listen to this class?"

Said the assistant handed over a leaflet.

"What?" Da Zhang Weiming asked suspiciously.

"I sent it with the letter today. I think it was an advertising letter and I just opened it. The leaflet is inside."

Da Zhang Weiming took the leaflet doubtfully and read the text above: "Still worrying about not being inspired? The meditation course will take you to get rid of distracting thoughts and follow the trace of the **** of music."

After reading, he directly patted his assistant on the head: "Are you a fool? How can such a suspicious flyer be taken seriously!"

After talking about Da Zhang Weiming, he threw the leaflet into the paper shredder next to the workbench-this shredder was used to deal with the waste manuscripts of Zhang Weiming's usual song writing.

In the past, he always threw scraps of manuscripts directly next to him, often dropping paper scraps every day. So the assistant bought this shredder and cleaned the shredded paper in the shredder regularly.

The paper shredder sensed that some paper was thrown in, and immediately started to work, cutting the leaflets into thin strips like dried noodles and arranging them into the attached basket.

**

On the side of Kazuma, the next afternoon, Honami dragged a suitcase to check in.

In addition to the suitcase, Honami brought a watermelon and carried it into the house in a net bag.

Kazuma saw the watermelon drooling down. Watermelon in Japan is really expensive, and poor families simply can't bear to eat it.

Chiyoko also saw the watermelon at a glance, and immediately greeted him: "I'll take it in the water and let it cool."

"Put it in what water, put it in the refrigerator!" Kazuma is still the Chinese thinking, and then he plans to dig and eat with a spoon.

So much watermelon juice ran out after cutting it into pieces, what a waste!

Chiyoko looked embarrassed: "Cut in half? Put in the refrigerator? This...isn't it appropriate?"

In Japan, the iced watermelon is usually cut into pieces before putting it in. The way to cool the watermelon before cutting is usually to get a basin of tap water and put the watermelon in it to cool down.

Kazuma didn’t know why the Japanese did it this way, and he didn’t want to follow this habit, so he assumed the posture of the head of the family: "Just do as I say. If there is no space in the refrigerator, please refrigerate it. Take out the things."

Chiyoko: "Okay... Okay, you have the final say."

She carried the watermelon and went to the kitchen.

Honami left the baggage and everything to the Suzuki butler, and went to the front of Kazuma by herself and brushed her hair lightly.

Kazuma: "Make a new hairstyle?"

"Well, a professor I respected at the school told me that my previous hairstyle would give people the feeling that I would marry someone as a good helper as soon as I graduated, and it's not like a modern woman at all."

Honami had always been the kind of traditional princess before. Now she has changed to the popular hairstyle brought by Seiko Matsu, and she looks more modern than before.

Kazuma joked: "You can change your hairstyle if you want to change it. Didn't your grandfather be crazy?"

"Hey, I have a bad temper, but I'm not afraid." Honami smiled confidently, "Anyway, I've even pushed the marriage, and I am fearless. I took advantage of this opportunity to have a showdown with my grandfather, saying that I want to run for Congress, like Thatcher did."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows, and he could already imagine the appearance of Nanjo's old man bursting into blood.

Honami filmed Kazuma and said: "It's okay. Grandpa and I have already reconciled, so I didn't hide because of a breakdown with my family.

"Butler Suzuki yelled at my grandfather this time, "Xiaohiro, as a parent, shouldn't you go all-out to support Honami?" Seeing you who are now narrow-minded, Eriko would cry. On the contrary, I was shocked. It."

Kazuma could not help but glance at the stairs leading to the second floor. Butler Suzuki should be putting luggage on the second floor.

"That old man Suzuki would be like this?" he asked suspiciously.

"I am also shocked. Grandpa was actually called'Xiaohiro'." Honami couldn't help but smile after saying this, showing neat teeth that are rare in Japanese women.

Kazuma also laughed. Nanjo Hiroshi is such a majestic old man, it really doesn't match the name X sauce.

"But in short, everything turned out to be fine!" Honami paused, then touched her bangs, "You haven't told me how this hairstyle is."

Kazuma gave a thumbs up: "It's pretty good, you can quickly enter the dojo and show Bizen Longfune the authentic text, it must have always liked it."

Honami laughed and played Kazuma, apparently taking it as a joke.

She bent down, took off her shoes and put on slippers, and then naturally rolled up the arm of Kazuma: "Take me to see the house I will live in these two months."

"Here, please, my honorable lady." Kazuma presented a British fan, while speaking in English, while making a please gesture toward the wooden absolute gentle staircase of his house.

Honami nodded, and then went up to the second floor under the guidance of Kazuma.

"The first room of Takamizawa-senpai...Say, didn't you live on the second floor before pajama parties?" Kazuma suddenly remembered this, "I don't need me to introduce it to you again. Well."

"Oh, the process still has to go, and we all slept in Qingliu's current room at that time, and we never went to the next door."

Kazuma wants to shrug, but the shoulders are now in a heavy state, and the upper arms are plunged into the mud like the German army in front of Moscow, and they can't move.

The door of Qingliu's room opened wide, and the furnishings inside were unobstructed.

Although she has only lived for a few weeks, the room has been completely stained with her color. There are opened music magazines everywhere, comics after reading are thrown aside, and the blanket rolls on the floor have not been collected at all.

Her broken time rain was placed in the corner of the wall, and a small vest was thrown on it.

In short, it looks like a rock and roll. If you leave it alone, you will soon pile up **** and "grow" cockroaches and mice.

Honami: "Haru Ryu seems to have completely adapted to life in the dojo."

Kazuma: "Chiyoko, come to see Haru's room..."

Before he could speak, he heard pattering footsteps, and then Qingliu, with a small vest on his upper body and a pair of denim hot pants on his lower body, rushed up to the second floor, because he rushed too fast and both pony tails flew high.

"I'll clean up right away! Don't come up, Xiaoqian! Give me half an hour!"

After finishing talking, Qingluo gave Kazuma a fierce look, rushed into her room, and slammed the door shut.

Honami smiled and said, "It's so energetic, I can't tell that I only experienced that kind of thing not long ago."

As soon as the voice fell, Qinglu opened a crack in the door and stared at Honami: "Yes, I'm super strong, you understand."

Kazuma: "Okay, we understand. Don't get into my bed next night if you are lonely."

"I haven't gotten through it!" Qingliu shouted, then closed the door with a bang.

Honami: "Have she ever drilled?"

"No." Kazuma looked regretful, and then he changed the subject, "Honami, aren't you hot like this?"

Honami: "It's okay, but if Kazuma is hot, then..."

She let go of Kazuma's arm, and the part of the clothes that had just clung to Kazuma was soaked with sweat.

Honami: "I'll change my clothes later. It should be much better if I wear cool clothes like Qingliu's."

At this time, Kazuma doubted the necessity of buying air conditioners.

It seems-it's not bad without air conditioning?

At this time, the butler Suzuki came out of 203 where Honami was going to live, and said to her, "Miss, the room is ready."

"Okay." Honami left Kazuma and entered her room.

Kazuma followed, and as soon as I entered the door, I found a bed in the house.

"What is this bed?"

Kazuma asked in amazement that everyone in Kiryu Dojo used traditional Japanese methods to sleep, spreading blankets on the ground, and tidying up the blankets after sleeping.

Although Kazuma will habitually use the words "get out of bed" and "get up", there is no bed at all in Kiryu Dojo.

Honami: "This should be just assembled. I'm still used to sleeping."

Kazuma recalled the luggage that Suzuki butler brought up just now: Although the suitcase was big, it was obviously not big enough to fit a bed.

Honami immediately understood what Kazuma was wondering, and explained directly: "The parts of the bed were delivered from the window."

Kazuma was shocked, and hurried to the window to look down, just to see a crane was stowing the load-bearing bracket and converted to walking mode.

Although he has seen Honami's very sensible in certain aspects three times and five times, it is too very sensible!

Honami also came to him and looked out with her shoulders pressed against her shoulders: "The scenery is unexpectedly good, it's obviously only the second floor."

Kazuma smiled bitterly: "That's because many houses around have been demolished, so the view will naturally be better. When the building built by Sumitomo is built, the scenery will not get better."

Although Sumitomo Construction has promised that the new apartment building will keep a distance from the dojo so as not to affect the daylight of the dojo, the view will definitely be blocked.

The crane downstairs made a loud engine noise and left with smoke.

There was also a truck with cargo left.

Only Nanjo's bulletproof Lincoln was left in front of the Kiryu Dojo.

Honami: "In the next two months, please give me some advice. I will try my best to improve my swordsmanship! After all, living here is the main purpose of learning kendo."

Kazuma: "Don't worry, I will practice you fiercely."

"Then please," Honami whispered in the ear of Kazuma, "Master~Father~"

Along with the soft voice came the fragrance of Baimei.

Then this artistic conception was destroyed by the unpretentious drift of an unpretentious mid-range car.

The car parked next to Lincoln, and then the people in the car opened the door in a stance of kicking the door and rushed down.

Mikazi flicked the bulging sports bag behind her back, spread her legs apart, took a deep breath with one hand on her hips, and then yelled, Kazuma)! I'm coming!"

She wore a T-shirt, the hem of her dress was tucked up and knotted, her belly exposed openly, and her lower body was the same style of denim hot pants from Qingliu.

Those sturdy white legs are a bit dazzling in the sun.

Kazuma: "I saw you, stop shouting!"

"Oh! Kazuma! Honami is there too, hey, why did you perm such a hairstyle? Hahaha, can you still wear a ponytail with this hairstyle? How can you wear a mask when practicing kendo without ponytail?"

Kazuma turned his head to look at Honami, only then did he remember that there was another one.

Honami: "It's okay to pierce it, and it will restore the prototype after putting it down. I used the latest negative ion to shape it."

Kazuma sighed: At this time began to use negative ions to circle money? He remembers that when he reached his junior high school in his last life, air conditioners were still promoting negative ions to clean air.

Thinking about it this way, Kazuma couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the latest negative ion styling results. He knew that girls actually hate others to move her hair, but he just couldn't hold back his hands.

Honami didn't care at all, just watching Kazuma.

Mei Jiazi squatted on the eaves outside the window and looked at them: "When did you get to this point? I thought the egg was ahead."

Honami was taken aback and took two steps back.

Kazuma: "Don't go to the room if you don't agree."

"You obviously got up much faster than me. Ah, Honami's room actually has a bed!" Mikako squeezed into the room from Kazuma and lay directly on Honami's bed, "So soft! Good play! Kazuma, I want a bed too!"

At this time, Mikako reminds Kazuma of the unseen self who saw a spring mattress for the first time in his life.

Honami: "I brought it myself, how can Kazuma buy a bed? You think too much."

"Well, that's right." Mikako got up and stood in front of Kazuma, "Anyway, I'm coming! The next room is mine!"

"These two months are yours."

"Ah, don't care about the details so much, then I will go to the room over there now! You two can continue what you just wanted to do." Mikako said and winked at Kazuma.

Honami said to her, "I'll help you."

"There's nothing to help, I'm just such a bag, and I will borrow a bed with Xiao Qian later."

Honami nodded, then glanced at Mikako's cool dress, and said, "Then I will change my clothes."

After speaking, she watched Kazuma.

Kazuma got it: "I'll help you!"

Then he and Mikako were thrown out by Honami.

Mikako: "Why am I thrown out too?"

Qingliu opened the door before her voice, and she could see that the room had been cleaned over her small body.

Qingluo stared at Mei Jiazi's hot pants for a few seconds, then closed the door with a snap, and then the sound of a quick change of clothes came from the room.

When the door opened again, Qingliu changed into a pleated skirt and a short-sleeved shirt with puff sleeves.

Kazuma: "Aren't you afraid of running out of skirts so short?"

Qingliu glared at him, then closed the door again, and put on shorts under her skirt when she opened the door again.

Mikako: "Wearing pants under the skirt will be taught by the life teacher. I am often trained like this when it is cold."

Qingliu: "I want you to take care of it!"

After speaking, she took a brisk step and went downstairs.

Just at this time, Honami opened the door and came out. She didn't mind smashing her shirt with Mikako, who was also dressed in a hot pants T-shirt, but she didn't roll up her hem to show her belly.

Kazuma immediately felt that this old Japanese-style corridor immediately brightened up a lot, after all, there are four big white legs to provide lighting.

Honami: "How?"

"Not bad, but your hairstyle is suitable for a dress, and now this one is more suitable for a single ponytail..."

Mei Jiazi got up from the ground and deliberately flung the ponytail with a big gesture.

Honami turned around and went back to the room. After a while, she came out wearing a new dress, the material of which was much thinner than the first one.

Kazuma: "I thought you would ponytail...Do you like the new head shape so much?"

"It's okay." Honami smiled.

Mikazi: "Smelly beautiful."

"Mikako, we haven't practiced for a long time, right?" Honami asked with a grin.

"Well, yeah. Come on? I've long wanted to try to see if it has become stronger recently."

Kazuma looked at Mei Jiazi's level and judged that she was going to lose again, but he didn't say anything.

The three of them went downstairs, just in time to see Yuzao Jinguji opening the door and coming in.

Yuzao carried a small bag by herself.

Mei Jiazi asked curiously: "Dangzi, you will also start living in today? Just some luggage?"

"Well. Because I usually stay here except I don't sleep here, and the living utensils have been moved a long time ago. Clothes and other things are all placed in the empty closet of Chiyoko's room."

After thinking about Kazuma, it is true that Tamamo often changes clothes at home. Before Kazuma I always thought that she used fairy magic, or her clothes were simply changed from fox fur, just like her hair. Like that.

Yuzao opened the small bag in his hand and showed everyone the contents: "This time I just brought toothbrushing utensils and some skin care products."

Honami: "That's right, it's you, you are invulnerable anytime, anywhere."

"Of course, I've been educated like this since I was a kid, "I want to be a model of Yamato Nadeshiko" or something."

"Really strict tutoring." Honami praised her.

"Between each other. By the way, Honami, have you learned ballroom dancing? Live here this time and teach me."

"Ah, then I also want to learn Japanese dance, don't you mind teaching me Dangzi?"

Kazuma and Mikazi have retreated to one side, Mikazi asked Kazuma in a low voice: "Why don't I play a game with you first?"

"Alright, I, as a master, must take a good look at your growth."

Kazuma decisively agreed.

But Honami turned around immediately and said to Mikazi: "Even if it is a master, we must talk about the first come first, and then what is the strength of Mikazi. With the strength of the master, we can understand it only by looking at the fight between us."

Kazuma thought, I only need to look at the top of your heads to understand.

His golden finger is really suitable for teaching. It's clear at the top of his head whether his apprentices are working hard or not.

Honami said nothing but pulled Mikako to the dojo.

Yuzao: "Then I will put things away first, and then I will cheer for the two of you."

After speaking, she passed by Kazuma and went to Chiyoko's room.

Kazuma heaved a sigh of relief and turned back into the dojo.

**

Mei Jiazi knelt on her legs: "I, I lost!"

"This is a ten-game losing streak. A total of 20 books have been taken. I didn't get any of them. This is too bad." Qingliu, who was sitting next to him, said, "Mikazi, even though you are getting the money. You look embarrassed, but you look handsome when you simply give up."

Mikako raised her head fiercely, and she glared at Qingliu pretending to be sad and angry: "Damn it! Why can you bury me like a small one? I can't beat Honami, can I still beat you?"

"You give up." Haru lifted his chin and pointed at Honami with his thumb. "I'm better than that."

"I don't believe it! Assault!" Mei Jiazi jumped up from her knees at an astonishing speed, grabbed Qing Liu's armpits with both hands, and lifted her up!

But this time Qingliu was not as panicked as she was when she was raided before. She calmly stepped on Meijiazi's face and forced her to fly back.

Then Mei Jiazi’s body fell backward according to the principle of conservation of momentum like this——

Qingliu turned over in the air and fell to the ground. When the ponytail fell, it looked like a pair of wings.

She flicked her ponytails and gave a "hum".

Mikako lay on the ground and began to recite Toyotomi Hideyoshi's desperate poem-I chose this poem probably because Toyotomi Hideyoshi's nickname is "Monkey".

Kazuma has no good feelings for Toyotomi Hideyoshi. After all, it is a person who intends to invade North Korea and then invade China, playing the Warring States-themed game of the Koei Company. Except for Taiko determined to pass this kind of compulsory use of Hideyoshi to open other characters, He basically would not choose Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

Isn't it fragrant to play Oda Nobunaga? Isn't Uesugi not fragrant? Even picking Hojo to farm in Odawara is quite fun.

Kazuma was about to interrupt Mikako's chanting, and Honami said: "When Haruhiro said that she was better than me, I wanted to say it. We don't seem to have a serious fight yet, right?"

Qingliu: "Indeed...no. But I can slash with Kazuma. Look at Kazuma there are traces of me left on my stomach!"

Mei Jiazi sat up: "The statement just now seemed a bit ergonomic?"

Regardless of Mikako, Qinglu raised his arm and pointed at the knife wound on it: "Look at these, this is all left to me by Kazuma! I almost won the cut!"

"But you still didn't win. Almost won and won, one in the sky and one underground. Also, you can't beat Kazuma. How can you be sure that you must be better than me?" Honami asked.

She began to exude a bitter aura.

Kazuma I knew she was really moving at the first glance.

Qing Liu should have felt this too.

"Yeah... I see." Haru looked at Honami with a serious expression, "It just so happens that I also put on a kendo uniform, so I'll fight you as far as I can."

Just when Mikako and Honami fought and made a very philosophical voice, Haru ran to put on her kendo uniform.

In the past, Kiryu Dojo's kendo uniforms were not divided into individuals, and they were worn by whoever wanted to use them. However, these days Kazuma has a lot of free time, so I wrote the surname of the dojo apprentice on the front board of each kendo uniform. , So everyone has their own exclusive Kendo uniform.

The board in front of Honami says "Nanjo", and Haruyuki is "Hakumine".

Not to mention, after adding the surname, the dojo feels like a place to teach kendo instead of ninjutsu.

Although there are still many people who come to see ninjutsu recently.

Haruura picked up Mikako's bamboo knife on the ground and stood directly opposite Honami.

As soon as Mei Jiazi saw this posture, she stopped reading the death poem, and quickly climbed to the position of the disciple's apprentice with her hands and feet and sat down.

Kazuma also sat up straight.

There is still a slight gap between Honami and Haruru in terms of level, and Haruru's actual combat should be far stronger than Honami.

Moreover, Qingliu's entry seems to be of higher level, after all, there is no explanation.

But Honami's entry, Haiyan, seems to contain the element that is strong when it is strong.

After all, "Let the storm come a little harder" is a famous line in Gorky's "Haiyan".

A serious fight between the two may allow Kazuma to further understand the value of entries.

Honami and Haru are facing each other.

Both of them were very serious, so the atmosphere in the dojo became serious.

The wind lifted Haru's double ponytail and Honami's single ponytail, causing confetti that did not know where it came from to swirl on the wooden floor of the dojo——

Wait, where is the wind in the room?

Kazuma turned her head and looked at the electric fan in the corner, Chiyoko was about to stand up, apparently she had just adjusted the wind to the maximum.

Chiyoko:?

Kazuma turned his head and continued to pay attention to the fiery confrontation between the two.

The sound of shamisen rang.

Kazuma turned his head to follow the prestige again, and saw that Tamamo didn't know when he came in with the shamisen and sat next to Mikako.

Because it seemed appropriate to ring the shamisen at this time, Kazuma didn't care about it, and continued to pay attention to the two people in the confrontation.

Qingliu: "Master and senior sisters really prepared a grand scene."

No, I'm not prepared, just come with sex.

Honami: "Isn't this just right? Today, I will find out who is the second-ranking combat force in this dojo."

Kazuma: "Well, people who practice martial arts, pay attention to the point, everyone pay attention to martial arts."

Before the words were over, Haruyuki killed Honami.

Honami held the sword calmly in the middle, and seemed to be ready to cut it off.

But Qingruu suddenly thrust the bamboo knife into the ground, using the friction of Xiange, using the bamboo knife as a pole vaulting pole, and used a volley kick against Honami!

Chiyoko shouted: "Stop! This is completely against the rules of kendo!"

Kazuma raised a hand to stop Chiyoko from continuing.

Honami stepped aside, avoiding the flying kick while planning to draw Qingliu's sword on the volley, but the bamboo sword in Qingliu's hand interfered with the attack.

Qingliu didn't take time to adjust her posture after landing, she just relied on the strength of her ankle to forcibly reverse the direction.

Thanks to her small size, otherwise her ankle would have to be twisted.

Qingliu was already short, so she was even shorter when she pressed her body to the ground, just like flying close to the ground.

Honami had to switch to the lower posture, and then used the upper pick to get the lead.

The sound of the bamboo sword hitting the carcass exploded in the dojo.

Kazuma raises his right hand: "One book."

Haruyaku stopped the bamboo sword that was about to swing at Honami's neck, and glanced at Kazuma with dissatisfaction: "She just made such a big move on this one. Although it hit my carcass, the angle is very bad. The lethality is limited, and it can't stop me from moving. I can cut her into eight pieces next!"

Before Kazuma spoke, Chiyoko preemptively said: "Since everything has been agreed, it is according to the rules of competitive kendo..."

Honami interrupted Hippo: "No, I lost. I still habitually follow the idea of ​​competitive kendo as long as it is good. Haru, let's continue and fight me according to actual combat."

Kazuma nodded: "I just called a copy because she will hit you on the neck if you don't call it. I'm afraid you will get hurt. Qingliu, don't aim for this deadly position."

"If you don't call me, I will stop when you are about to meet. After all, you may hate her if you hurt her..."

She spoke very quietly in the second half, but Kazuma still heard it.

Mikako: "So it was Qingliu who got the book just now?"

Kazuma: "Well. In actual combat, Honami is dead. Honami, come on, I look forward to fighting alongside you."

Honami bowed to Kazuma: "I will work hard~www.readwn.com~Kazuma made a gesture for two people to return.

So the two returned to the starting position of the duel.

Chiyoko sits next to Kazuma-she is second only to Kazuma in the dojo, although she may not be able to beat Mikako.

"Based on actual combat, are we a kendo hall or a swordsman hall?"

She whispered.

Kazuma: "Don't be so clear."

While talking, Haru rushed to Honami again.

The girls continued to sweat.

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