I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

　　 Before Kazuma entered the classroom, I was worried about whether it would be scolded by the head teacher—yes, there are also head teachers in Japan, and the binding with students is stricter than in China.

　　 I didn’t expect the class teacher to watch Kazuma and Fujii appeared at the door of the classroom, and laughed: "You two finished running."

　　 Kazuma: "Report to the teacher, it's over."

　　 "Don't be so loud, I'm not teaching sports." The head teacher shook the Chinese textbook in his hand, "Go back to your seat."

　　 Kazuma and Fujii hurried through the classroom and returned to their seats.

　　 Japanese schools are highly hierarchical, and there are pyramid-like interpersonal relationships in the class. Fujii also joined the sports club because of his good-looking and lively personality, which belongs to the top of the pyramid.

　　 Kiryuu Kazuma itself, as a sports club student, is also at the top of the pyramid, but Kazuma is not the center in their small group.

　　 Kazuma has nothing to say about it. It will not be squeezed out and not noticeable. It is good and comfortable.

　　 But if you become a boyfriend and girlfriend with Fujii, you will probably become the center of the small group.

　　—Damn, why do I think about this, now is not the time to enjoy school life.

　　 Kazuma recalled the "sunny doll" that I saw when I went out in the morning.

　　 Today, I just hung up a chicken. Tomorrow maybe that group of Jidao will make Chiyoko a sunny doll.

　　—Sure enough, I still have to find a way to persuade Chiyoko to sell the dojo.

　　 Kazuma opened the book while thinking, pretending to listen to the class seriously.

　　**

　　 It was the afternoon in a blink of an eye.

　　 Japanese schools start late in the morning and leave early in the afternoon. This tradition has not been implemented since the era of liberal education.

　　 Students have a lot of time to participate in club activities.

　　 Kendo Club mainly selects the players who will participate in the regional preliminaries this afternoon.

　　 Geshi District is the next district in Tokyo, so there is no such thing as a prefectural assembly—because there is no county, schools in Geshi District will participate in Tokyo's district pre-selection.

　　 Kazuma was very careful and didn't use tooth bumps to avoid attracting more attention.

　　 But relying solely on my new current foundation, it is easy to become a member of the team and there is no pressure.

　　 After the afternoon training, Kazuma was maintaining the bamboo sword, and Fujii came over: "Why didn't you just use that stab?"

　　 "I suddenly lost my memory and forgot that trick."

　　 Kazuma muttered in my heart: I had already misguided to soak you in the morning, and I don't want to attract more attention in the afternoon.

　　 He saw Fujii's face as if he had something to say, he hurriedly changed the subject: "Don't you maintain the bamboo knife?"

　　Bamboo knife is not simply a broken piece of bamboo. If it is not maintained regularly, some problems may occur. Because of this, many Chinese kendo halls in later generations switched to sponge swords. They don’t need to be maintained, save trouble, and damage people are far inferior to bamboo swords. There is no requirement for armor for training.

　　 "I maintained it at noon." Fujii patted her bamboo knife that was already in the bag, "I'm going to change clothes, don't leave, wait for me."

　　 After talking, she bounced away.

　　 Kazuma is strange, this girl actually gave up to teach her teeth bulging?

　　 He gathered the cleaned and polished bamboo pieces together, then installed the knives, middle knots, and first leathers in sequence, and then installed the tendons used to stretch the straight bamboo knives.

　　 Kazuma put the maintained bamboo knife into the bag, then stood up and bowed to Daimon Goro: "Teacher has worked hard, goodbye teacher."

　　 "Well, don't hang around, just go home!" Damen Goro warned.

"Got it."

　　 Kazuma picked up a bamboo knife and went back to the office to change clothes. As soon as he arrived at the school gate, he was overtaken by Fujii who trot over.

　　 "Let's go to the crude dim sum shop!"

　　 Fujii Mikako stretched while talking, and the top of the winter sailor suit was lifted up by a certain part.

　　 After school, I went to the nearby crude dim sum shop to eat something and chat. It seems to be the daily routine of Fujii Mikako and Kiryuu Kazuma.

　　 Kazuma is actually quite strange. Fujii seems to have a pretty good relationship with the original owner, but she hasn't found the soul inside the original owner's skin.

　　 Is the character of the original owner very similar to Kazuma?

　　 To tell the truth, if it weren't for his own savings to bottom out, and the extreme pace is pressing, he would like to sing his youth well.

　　 I have a younger sister at home, my parents have died, and I have a big house—though most of the area is a gymnasium for practice.

　　 There is Fujii Mikako at school, she is a great girl whether she is a buddy or a girlfriend.

　　Of course, there are still some male harm friends, and that Kazuma took the initiative to pass by.

　　 This is not the perfect romantic comedy configuration.

　　 In fact, there is still hope to continue the love comedy. As long as Chiyoko is persuaded to sell the dojo, he can use the historical knowledge in his head to invest in the future industry, and he can enjoy the school life like a love comedy without any worries.

　　 Kazuma was thinking about how to convince Chiyoko, and Fujii slapped him on the shoulder: "You are talking!"

　　 "What's wrong?" Kazuma was shocked. Fujii had been twittering before, but he didn't listen at all.

　　 "I'm talking about your stab! After I went back, I thought about it, it should be like this on the back foot, and then like this..."

　　 Fujii Mikako just wore a sailor suit and put on a kendo posture on the side of the road, showing Fujii the decomposition action she thought of.

　　 Kazuma: "Almost, the rest is practice, let yourself be as proficient as possible."

　　 "Your tone, it sounds like you practice a lot?" Fujii Mikako looked at Kazuma with dissatisfaction, "You obviously have been fishing in the club."

　　 "Yes, but my house is a dojo. I can practice at home."

　　 Fujii just wanted to say something about Kazuma, when he heard a screaming cry from the front: "No! Stop it!"

　　 The two turned their heads together, and found that the sound came from the rough snack shop they were planning to go to.

　　 The aunt who runs a rough dim sum shop knelt on the ground, hugging the thigh of a young man who was extremely dressed, crying loudly.

　　 "Go away!" The young man wanted to kick his aunt, but he didn't kick, so he furiously picked up the wooden stick in his hand.

Aunt 　　 screamed and let go of her hand, clutching the beaten forehead.

　　 At the same time, two other young men dressed up in the most fierce and fierce manner used baseball bats to smash the glass jars that were placed in front of the snack shop.

　　 The sound of glass shattering was endless, mixed with the cry of the dim sum shop lady.

"You immortal, honestly took the money to move away, nothing happened!" The young man who beaten was still instructive, "It's just because you don't move away, the brothers have to go to work. ! Normally at this time, we are all playing Paqing brother!"

　　 Kazuma understands, this is a forced relocation again.

　　 The 1980s was a decade of great development for Tokyo. As Japan’s largest and oldest metropolis, Tokyo has many old neighborhoods, and there is great resistance to demolition and reconstruction.

　　 This gives Jidao an opportunity for great development.

　　 Geshi district is one of the oldest neighborhoods in the 23 wards of Tokyo. It is full of old wooden houses with one or two floors.

　　 Of course, it has become the hardest hit area for real estate development.

　　The rough dim sum shop is probably also in the development zone, but I don’t know if the shop is Sumitomo Construction.

Aunt 　　 cried: "This is the store left by my mother, it's an important memory..."

　　 "Who the **** cares about you!" The young gangster stepped on his aunt's face and kicked her to the ground.

　　 Kazuma noticed the logo pinned on the lapel of the gangster's suit at this time, and it was not the same group as the one who hung a dead chicken in front of his house in the morning.

　　 While observing these in Kazuma, Fujii Mikako jumped out with a bamboo knife.

　　 "Hey! How do you treat the elderly?"

　　 Kazuma: Fuck!

　　 A few gangsters turned their heads and looked at Fujii Mikako, the expression on his face immediately changed.

　　 The gangster who stepped on his aunt’s face blew his whistle: "Wow, look, who is here! I thought it was the scum town meeting!"

　　Chouchikai is an autonomous organization in private neighborhoods on this side of Japan, and most of the neighborhoods have them. In this age, they are either destroyed by the Jidao organization and exist in name only, or they degenerate into the Jidao.

　　 Another gangster looked at Fujii Mikako with inferior eyes, and said: "This young lady, do you see Lupin III too much, and want to learn what is the best way to be a heroine?"

　　 The gangster banged the man on the head with a baseball bat: "Bhagah! You really even show me an animation! You lose all your face!"

Then he turned to Fujii Mikako again and put on a reasonable expression: "Miss Sister, this is your fault, we are doing business. This crude snack shop, facing the high price of Sumitomo Construction, unexpectedly Not satisfied, greedily sit on the floor and raise the price..."

　　 The aunt of the rough dim sum shop shouted: "I don't have one! I just don't want to sell..."

　　 "Shut up, I!"

　　 The rogue leader waved the big stick in his hand, hit the aunt's head and smashed it down.

　　 "Hands!" Mikako Fujii yelled, and at the same time he quickly took out the sword, and the bamboo knife accurately hit the rogue leader's hand, letting his baseball bat fly out.

　　 The gangster screamed like a pig and stared at Mikako fiercely: "Damn! This woman is crazy! Give it to me! Sell it to Kabukicho to let her understand the cruelty of society!"

　　 Seeing this, the other hooligans rushed up with a strange cry like a chicken blood.

　　 Kazuma sighed.

　　 He is going to sell the dojo, so he doesn't want to take the initiative to find trouble with Jidao.

　　 However, the emblem of this rogue is different from the one in the morning. It should be a different group. It might be fine to beat them up.

I guess so.

　　 Kazuma drew out the bamboo knife, set up a posture, aimed at the rushing gangster, and exerted force.

　　 The next moment, "Xiange" on the head of the bamboo knife hit the eye socket of the rogue he was aiming at. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 One of the major effects of "first leather" is to reduce the lethality of the bamboo knife when it stabs and avoid injury. After all, this is a practice prop.

　　 But this stab in Kazuma mobilized the muscles of the whole body and formed a resultant force.

　　 Although Xiange existed, the force was so great that the bamboo knife was like a hammer covered with a leather sheath, and it slammed into the rogue's eye sockets.

　　 He screamed and fell backwards, the entire eye socket was directly black.

　　 This one will make him unable to fight for a while.

　　 Fujii Mikako also hit a rogue in the head with the upper part. She glanced at Kazuma and shouted: "Ness!"

　　 Kazuma: "Fujii, back!"

　　 However, Kazuma was too late, and the hooligans hit Meijiazi with a bat on the back of the head and knocked her unconscious.

　　 In Kazuma, the teeth burst again, poking the left eye of the hooligan who knocked out Mikazi into a panda eye, and then supporting Mikazi's body who was about to fall to the ground.

　　 Mikako's eyes were blank, and she didn't seem to wake up at all.

"Tsk tusk tusk," the hooligan leader picked up the bat that had just been knocked out by Mikazi, and looked at Kazuma unkindly. "What's going on today? The little ghosts with bamboo knives jumped out one by one, and again It’s not a big river drama."

　　 The other two rascals who were able to stand up surrounded one another, one on the left and the other on the right. There was a thick mark on the face of the man on the left made by Mei Jiazi with a bamboo knife.

　　 There are five gangsters in total, two of them fell to the ground are the results of Kazuma.

　　 Mikazi's sword should have been able to defeat one, but she might have kept her hand subconsciously.

　　 Now, Kazuma is one-on-three, still holding the unconscious Mikako in his arms.

　　—Hey, trouble.

　　 Cold sweat ran down the cheeks of Kazuma.