I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

At the end of the same day, Takashi Hanabu came out of Kiryu Dojo and went straight to Itabashi District.

Itabashi District is one of Tokyo's industrial districts, with a large number of factories, and some corporate R&D facilities are also located here.

Japan’s latest development plan is gradually moving factories in Tokyo’s 23 districts to nearby satellite cities such as Hachioji, but this plan has only just begun.

There are still a large number of factories in Banqiao District. These factories operate day and night. Workers work in three shifts to keep the machines running all year round.

At night, Banqiao District is lit up everywhere, but not neon lights, but industrial spotlights. The whole area has a mechanical texture, full of cyberpunk.

The same scene will appear in the suburban industrial areas of China's coastal cities in a few decades.

Hanafang Takashi drove his small motorcycle into a small factory with black lights.

The small factory is built on a four-story building, which is brightly lit, and the convenience store on the first floor that is open to night workers is open for business.

Takashi Hanabo got off the motorcycle, locked the car, found the side door of the small factory, and knocked on it.

In the next moment, an old xenon lamp that I didn't know where it came from lit up, illuminating Hanafou Takashi's face.

At the same time as the light was on, the CCTV indicator light in the upper right corner of the iron gate lights up, and the camera is aimed at Takashi Huafang.

Then the iron gate opened with a bang.

Takashi Hanabu pushed the door in and locked it easily.

The factory building is full of mechanical devices and various jars. The lights on the second floor of the duplex structure are on, and people can be seen busy on it.

Hanafang Takashiro said: "I haven't seen you for a few months. There have been more clutter here."

"Be careful, there are things in these jars that are not friendly." A slightly tired voice came from the second floor.

"No matter how unkind, can it be more unkind than the human heart?" Hanafang Takashi quipped.

"That really can't, but it's okay to hit you hard." The voice on the second floor replied, "Come on. Let me see what trouble you have caused me."

Takashi Hanabu smiled and stepped upstairs. When he reached the second floor, he saw the pale middle-aged man sitting behind the long table.

"Damn it," he said, "you look like a vampire, as if it will turn to ashes in the sun."

"Maybe it is true." The middle-aged man replied.

Takashi Hanabu laughed loudly, and sat across the long table with the middle-aged man.

When he sat down, he smelled a strange smell: "What is this smell?"

"What else can it smell, don't you know what factory I am here?"

"Can fake wine still have this taste?"

"No, this time it’s a fake washing powder. One bag is worth two-thirds of the cheap material, but it doesn’t affect the foaming. In fact, when I tested what I redeemed, the foaming was stronger than the genuine one, but it just washes. Unclean things."

Takashi Hanabu laughed dumbly: "Doesn't more foaming mean better washing ability? The popular science books I saw anthropomorphize soap bubbles into warriors fighting stains. More warriors can't wash them clean?"

"What kind of children's picture book do you look at? That stuff is not real." The middle-aged man waved his hand. "So what trouble did you fix for me? Let me explain first, I don't do the work of disposing of corpses. It's called'cleaning the house.' But recently, the police began to introduce a kind of lamp, even if it is extremely diluted blood, as long as there is a little remaining, there will be fluorescence in the past."

"Who do you think of me?" Hanafang Takashi was shocked.

"I think you will get involved in this kind of thing sooner or later." The middle-aged man shrugged.

"Don't be kidding, I have a business with you, you help me see what the ingredients are." Takashi Hanabu took out the blue pill he got from Kazuma and threw it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man caught the pill and put on his glasses to observe carefully.

"Dyed cod liver oil?" He said his first thought.

"If that's the case, that would be great. This is a nutrient that has become very popular in the entertainment industry recently, and it is said to help improve acting skills after taking it."

The middle-aged man frowned: "Improve acting skills? I have heard that drugs can improve concentration and explosive power. This is really the first time I have heard of improving acting skills. Isn't that something that can be done by focusing?"

He stood up and walked to his workbench with the pill.

"Is it okay to destroy one first?" he asked.

"No problem." Takashi Hanabo waved his hand.

The middle-aged man came to the instrument, took a pill and placed it on the glass slide, gently pierced it with tweezers, and squeezed the liquid inside onto the glass slide.

As he worked, he continued to say: “I’ve heard about the use of stimulants in the entertainment industry to increase excitement, but the effect is not good, because sometimes it’s easy to use too much force if you are too excited. In addition, actors use anesthetics to relieve Stress is also not uncommon."

Takashi Hanabo said: "I know all of this. I am the entertainment of Fang Chun weekly. No one knows the filth of the show business better than me. However, if you have actual evidence of a certain big name using anesthetics, I will tell you. Buy it at a high price."

"Don't hit your old friend with your idea." The middle-aged man sighed, "I really doubt that you will be short of materials in the future. Will you sting me out."

"Impossible, our magazine does not report on the downtrodden life of chemists."

"Your words hurt me a little bit."

"Are you still afraid of this kind of harm until now?" Hanafang Takashi joked.

The middle-aged chemist smiled helplessly: "Damn, if you bury me like this, maybe I will be cruel and make that thing."

"Then I'll report you to the Anesthetic Administration Department, and then receive the bonus according to the kilograms found out." Takashi Hanabo said disapprovingly.

The two of them just chatted without a word. About 30 minutes later, the middle-aged man said with certainty: "This is a nutrient."

Takashi Hanabu was shocked: "It's really a nutrient? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Really, vitamin ABC, some B2, and some amino acids are all harmless things."

"What about addiction?"

"Not at all. Unless you tell me that vitamin C is also dependent. However, I seem to be a little dependent on vitamin C recently..."

Takashi Hanabu interrupted his old friend's thoughts: "Look at another one."

"Fine."

After another moment, the middle-aged chemist shook his head: "This ingredient is the same as the other. If there is zinc in it, I can still say that it has a brain-tonifying effect. Now this ingredient cannot improve acting skills anyway. Where did you get this? Things, you won't be fooled, right?"

Takashi Hanafang shook his head: "Impossible. The source of this thing should be reliable. This should be the medicine that can improve acting skills circulated in the show business circle. Call me for loan."

"There." The middle-aged man pointed to the telephone hanging on the wall.

Takashi Hanabu immediately went over and picked up the receiver, and then he complained: "Why are you still using the rotary phone?"

"I like the sound of the turntable when it turns back, what's the matter, can't it?" the chemist replied.

Takashi Hanaba shook his head, and patiently finished broadcasting the phone number.

There was a ringing tone, and after three rings, the voice of Kiryuu Kazuma came from there: "Moses, Moses?"

"It's me, Takashi Hana, the test results are out. The pills you gave me are vitamins and harmless amino acids."

"Really." Kiryuu Kazuma over the phone made a suspicious tone.

"I was also surprised, but the older brother for the test is someone I know, which is reliable. Either you were fooled while taking the medicine, or there is something mysterious about this thing."

Kiryuu Kazuma over there was silent for a few seconds, and responded: "I remember the guys who opened up when I participated in the Yulong Banner in Kyushu... It's okay, I'll talk to you when you come over."

"Wow, don't do this, it will always be fulfilled one day."

"Then I will give you double back then."

"But then I can't be resurrected, I still have the ideal of life that hasn't been realized... Why are you laughing? I really have an ideal!"

Kiryuu Kazuma: "I'll talk about it when we meet, that's it."

The phone was hung up after speaking, and there was a busy tone.

The chemist stared at Takashi Hanabo: "The one on the phone, isn't it because you are worried that someone is eavesdropping, right? What have you gotten into? Damn don't bring me in. If you go out, turn left and there is a public phone booth. ! You use my landline to call..."

Takashi Hanabo grinned: "Now you are in the same boat with us."

After speaking, he took out an envelope from his pocket and threw it on the table: "Laboratory fees. I'm leaving first."

"Wait a minute! You **** tell me clearly what boat I got on!"

"Ordinary small boats will be overturned by the waves of the times at any time." Hanfang Takashi waved his hand and went down the stairs without looking back.

His leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the floor of the stairs.

The chemist asked, "Then at least tell me who the enemy is, so that I can understand even if I die!"

"Welfare Technology!" Huafang Longzhi left such a sentence and opened the iron gate of the factory and went out.

The chemist looked at the door he had not closed, and frowned slightly: "Welfare Technology? Isn't that especially the seller of physiotherapy equipment? What danger can they have?"

Outside the iron gate of the factory, there was the sound of a motorcycle starting, and the rumbling sound quickly went away.

**

Kazuma put down the phone, frowned and rested his chin, lost in thought.

That medicine is really a vitamin...

The guys trained in the welfare technology that encountered on Yulongqi seemed to eat vitamins, but they thought it was a stimulant.

Welfare Technology has been able to use psychological cues to add BUFF to people at will?

It makes no sense.

Kazuma tracked the guy named Sugu on Yulongqi. Obviously, he not only used the vitamins provided by Welfare Technology, but also often participated in Welfare Technology training.

But from Nichinan Ricai, I haven't heard of any training class her mother asked her to go to.

It seems that this matter has to be dig deep to see the truth.

Kazuma was thinking, Chiyoko came over from the kitchen, stood at the junction of the hallway and the corridor, and asked worriedly: "Who is calling?"

"Our big reporter. That pill is just an ordinary nutrient. I suspect that it may have to be combined with other activities of Welfare Technology to be effective."

Chiyoko blinked and said, "Brother, you are almost like a criminal police investigating the case. Or you can just drop out of school at Dongda University and become a criminal police officer. Anyway, brother, you would prefer to go to the scene instead of sitting in the office, right?"

Kazuma pouted.

After graduating from Dongda University and passing the first-class civil service examination to enter the Metropolitan Police Department, there is indeed a high possibility of becoming an office administrator.

However, if you drop out of college and go directly to the police station to start inspections, you can definitely go to the scene often.

But it was just as high as the Shiratori Police Department straight from the inspection job.

Kazuma: "Are you sure? Dongda graduated from the police department and paid 8 million a year. Small inspections can be much less than this."

Chiyoko sighed, "That's right... I don't have money! Why didn't I agree to sell the dojo at the beginning! This broke to the scene, it won't make money if you keep it, and you have to pay property tax!"

In fact, real estate tax is a popular term. The correct name is fixed asset tax and urban planning tax.

The fixed asset tax is 1.4% of the total estimated value of land and buildings, and the urban planning tax is 0.3% of the total estimated value, and the total tax rate is 1.7%.

Kazuma Now the property tax for the dojo plus the courtyard is estimated based on the average price in Tokyo, and it will be directly cool if it is based on the previous developer's estimate Kazuma.

Even at the average price, this is a tax of hundreds of thousands a year.

Because Japan has a high real estate tax, even "rich people" such as famous baseball players who earn hundreds of millions of yen every year live in Tokyo. They buy houses in remote places or homes after they retire. ——Because the land price is cheap.

Chiyoko sighed and said, "Brother, do you know, I'm in class, and the girls talk about boyfriends and cosmetics all day. I can't talk about it at all. I have annuities, taxes, and annuities in my head all day long. Utilities and electricity, and what kind of fish to eat tonight."

Kazuma thought, now I can still worry about what fish to eat tonight. When we are in our 50s and 60s, the fish in the water should not be eaten because of nuclear radiation. Then we can tell our grandchildren about fish. How delicious they are.

Chiyoko: "I also want to spend every day like an ordinary girl."

Kazuma: "You can also chat with your girlfriends about your boyfriend."

"How can I be!" Chiyoko sighed again.

Kazuma was shocked: "No?"

"No la!"

"What is Amao?"

"Brother, you are so noisy! Ah Shigeru is now a critical time for the sprint. Don't let him be distracted." Chiyoko resolutely said, "For this reason, I want to keep an eye on those women who have bad intentions!"

Kazuma certainly knows who Chiyoko is referring to. He scratched his head: "Nichinan probably don't worry, I don't think she is interested in Amo, she just pretended to be interested in teasing you on purpose."

Chiyoko: "Really, I don't believe it."

Kazuma spread both hands, not arguing with Chiyoko.

Chiyoko suddenly said, "By the way, among your brothers, is there anyone who has become a tax actuary?"

"Yes." Kazuma recalled for a moment. I didn't think of a specific person, but it's dignified. Graduates are all over the three fields of politics, business and finance. There must be tax actuaries. "What are you doing?"

"Of course he asked him to make a tax avoidance plan for us! If it's the brother, maybe he won't charge money if he thinks of fellowship?"

Chiyoko's eyes were already shining, and in the cold winter air, her blazing gaze made people feel a trace of warmth.

There are professional tax actuaries in Japan who will be commissioned to help people formulate tax avoidance plans-this work is a bit like what the protagonist Andy did in prison in "Shawshank's Redemption".

For example, some cartoonists, under the guidance of tax actuaries, include the cost of buying comics and such books into the consumption of materials, so that the net income on their tax statements is reduced, and the income tax they have to pay is reduced. It is greatly reduced.

It is said that some cartoonists want to count the money they lost in playing mahjong into the cost of aggressive materials, but they have failed. They have to suspend the publication for a long time and reduce their income to avoid tax.

It's just said.

Kazuma seriously considers Chiyoko's suggestion: It is obviously not cost-effective to hire a tax actuary to avoid tax based on the income level of Kiryu's family, and the tax avoidance may not be as good as other people's commission.

But if there are seniors who can help for free, it is pure profit.

As expected of my younger sister, she is getting better and better at scalloped wool.

Chiyoko: "If you don't have a brother like that, we will borrow an accountant from Honami, and Honami will definitely not ask us for money."

...Deserves to be my sister!

Chiyoko clapped his hands: "Okay, it's so decided. Tomorrow Honami will come over, and I will tell her."

Kazuma: "Okay, tell her directly, I won't participate."

"Yes, brother, don't dare, go and teach Amao to read!"

"It's not that you wait for me. Although I am a college student, I usually have a lot of free time, but I still have to write a report. It is now the end of the term..."

Chiyoko could not help but walked behind Kazuma, pushing him forward, and said as he walked, "Then you write next to Amo. You write when he has no questions to ask you. Who wouldn’t let you write? Up."

"No, why did you turn your elbow outside before you became his girlfriend."

"Leave me alone!"

"I'm telling you, I'm not happy about you. I'm not happy that I won't nod over your marriage. If he wants to take you away, he will defeat me..."

"Brother, are you like this! You, the descendant of the Juggernaut, the hero of Osaka, the Prince Charming and the savior of Hakumine Qingliu, the nemesis of KGB, the animal trainer of Mikazi, why are you so careless."

Kazuma: "You are missing Kagoshima's Kalixi."

"What the **** is Kalixi! Forget it, Kagoshima's Kalixi, a teacher who doesn't understand natural principles and flow, is it all right now?

"You have so many titles, how could Amao beat you? Either you just say you don’t want me to marry, then I won’t marry, but you see, my sister-in-law is at home all day, you and your future sister-in-law It's not convenient, isn't it?"

Kazuma shook his head: "No, I think it's very convenient. Anyway, if you turn your elbow so outward, as the head of the family, I will get stuck with you. You don't want to get married without getting blessed by your family? The wedding scene, how embarrassing a relative on your side has not arrived!"

Mei Jiazi: "Then Amao doesn't have any relatives anymore, it doesn't seem to make a difference."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows—hey, yes, Amao only has a mother whose life or death is uncertain, and it is estimated that she will not be able to return.

Wait, isn't I the equivalent of Amao's father now?

Kazuma gave Chiyoko a thief smile: "I suddenly remembered that I am now Amao's guardian. That's simple, I won't agree with Amao to marry you then!"

Chiyoko gasped, "You...that, brother~ you can concentrate on writing the report, do you want to eat some brain-filling supper?"

Looking at the smiling Chiyoko, there was a sudden chill in Kazuma: "Don't be like this, I can't bear your change so suddenly."

But Chiyoko still maintains a delicate smile, hugging Kazuma from behind: "Brother, I think you like the way Mikako hugs you from behind. Now Mikako has gone home to live, do you feel cold behind your back? Yeah, it doesn't matter, sister, I will take on the responsibilities that Sister Meijiazi can't do!"

Kazuma: "Stop! Don't do that! If Takashi Hanabu sees this scene, he will be happy to send us on the cover of Weekly Fang Chun!"

"Hanako is very Asassi, just like you, Asassi, he certainly wouldn't do it." Chiyoko was still playing hard, rubbing his nose against the back of Kazuma.

At this time, there was the sound of things falling on the stairs connecting the hallway.

Kazuma looked up, and it was Takamizawa-senpai who was holding a water cup and preparing to go downstairs to fetch water.

Her water glass fell to the ground, staring at brother and sister Kiryu dumbfounded.

Chiyoko springs from Kazuma like spring: "No! I'm having fun with my brother!"

Sister, is there any difference between your explanation like this and there is no silver three hundred taels here?

Senior Sister Takamizawa picked up the cup, dropped the sentence "I didn't see anything" and slipped away.

Chiyoko flushed, and then slapped Kazuma severely: "I blame you, brother!"

"Why do you blame me? To be reasonable, I stopped you!"

"You won't let me and...Ah, I won't say anything! Anyway, I blame you!" Chiyoko ran away, covering his face.

Kazuma looked at the direction of her escape, spreading both hands.

Forget it, write a report.

**

The next day, Kazuma practiced in the morning as usual.

Since Amao has given up all his part-time jobs, he will also practice morning exercises with Kazuma, and will not go to the book review until it is over.

This is also one of the few conversation opportunities in Kazuma besides teaching him to solve problems.

This morning Kazuma decided to fight the apprentice after a long time.

Kazuma held a bamboo knife, did not move, but asked: "How is the review situation recently? Are you sure about the national entrance exam?"

If you fail the national entrance exam, you will not even have the qualifications to sign up for the entrance exams of the various schools. So this is the first hurdle that people who want to enter Dongda have to go through.

But for those who set the goal at Dongda, the national entrance exam is basically equivalent to taking a form.

But Amao is different. It has only been two years since the prodigal son of Amao looked back. He hadn't been studying at all before then.

In the era of lenient education, two years may be enough for a bad person to become a schoolmaster from scratch.

But now in the Showa era, the Japanese education sector has not been fooled by the United States and began to lenient education.

Amao showed a confident expression: "If you take the entrance exam, the problem is not big. But..."

Kazuma suddenly launched an attack on Amo.

Of course, because it is a practice under the rules of kendo, Kazuma still shouted out the target of the attack: noodles!

But Amao's block was still a step late.

Kazuma The first leather of the bamboo knife lit the bridge of Amao's nose: "You are scared. You still can't forget the results of the last national simulation, right?"

Amao bit his lip, then nodded.

"You should know," Kazuma retracted the bamboo knife, "I also took C to judge this before the exam, right?"

"That's the Jidao group..."

"How are you sure that it was not Jidao this time?" Kazuma interrupted Amo, "You can't be sure, are you? So, that is Jidao, and it will be like this from now on. You don’t want to think about anything else, and apply for a voluntary school that has already received a B judgment."

"But, that's better than..."

"There is an old saying in China," Kazuma once again interrupted Amao, "If you want to get it, you must ask for it."

He finished speaking in Chinese, and then explained: "It means that if you want to achieve goal A, you have to pursue higher-level goals. If you want to be stable, choose another school that you can get B judged, say Uncertainly, you won’t even be able to pass that school."

A Mao nodded vigorously: "Tui'er understands."

Kazuma launched an attack again, this time the target was Amao's arm, he did not call out to prompt, and at the same time increased the sword speed to the fastest.

Amao chose to cut, but the speed was obviously not keeping up.

The bamboo sword in Kazuma let go of its strength before it touched Amo's arm.

Kazuma: "No, this is not the sword of a law knight. Sure enough, it's right to practice against you, your mentality has a big problem."

Amao looked up at Kazuma: "Master, I..."

"Let me say one more thing, don't think about enrolling in a private school as a guarantee while you are enrolling in Dongda University. I can't afford the private tuition, absolutely can't afford it."

National universities are all recruited on the same day, and in principle, only one can be selected—unless the candidate understands the shadow avatar.

Therefore, if you want to choose another school to guarantee the bottom line, it must be a national and a private one.

A Mao nodded solemnly: "Tui'er understands."

Kazuma: "Since you understand, it will be reflected in your sword. I don't remember that I have taught such a weak apprentice."

Amao: "Understood!"

"Louder! No spirit!" Kazuma roared, exuding crushing courage.

Amao gritted his teeth and roared, "Understood!"

As he did this, the words above his head glowed slightly.

Although it was only a faint light, Kazuma judged that he should cheer up a little.

This shows that this trick is effective.

So Kazuma continued to yell: "No! No energy! Want to test Dongda so quietly?"

Amao continued to raise the volume and shouted, "Yes! I want to take the exam for Dongda!"

Kazuma saw Amao’s entry brighter again, so he repeated the same trick: "I can’t hear you! Your master said that you can’t hear, just can’t hear! Come on!"

...

After repeating it several times, the brightness of the entry above Amao's head was finally barely acceptable.

It seems that the method of shouting can slightly improve the state of depression, but it cannot be completely relied on.

Sure enough, some opportunities are still needed to continue to guide Amao.

Kazuma launched another attack, but this time Amo barely blocked it.

Although it was not as good as Amao's usual level, at least it was much better than the state that he couldn't prevent.

Kazuma: "That's right. I can feel your enlightenment come back, now you come to attack. Come up with the determination to defeat me!"

Amao took a good sword: "Yes! The disciple is going to attack!"

The next moment he stepped forward, swinging his knife and attacking—

Kazuma easily blocked this sword: "Go on! Don't stop! Attack as fast as you can!"

"Yes!" Amao continued to attack as ordered by Kazuma.

The entire dojo was filled with the crackling of bamboo knives.

**

Chiyoko looked at the situation in the dojo through the crack of the door, and lightly sighed: "It's really the old man to be reliable. I can't relax Amao at all."

"What, Xiaoqian, do you want to relax Amao?" Nichinan Rina suddenly appeared next to Chiyoko and said with a grin.

Chiyoko was taken aback, and screamed a step to the side. When he saw that it was Nichinan, he wrinkled and said, "Why don't you knock on the door?"

"I knocked, but no one answered the door. Maybe there were people in the dojo yelling ‘no energy’ and ‘yes’ at that time, so you didn’t hear it. Anyway, I just came in without the door locked."

Chiyoko Liu's eyebrows are upside down: "You don't think of yourself as an outsider too, right? Also, the dojo does not teach on Sundays."

"I have a date with your brother today, we will make an appointment~"

Nichinan Rina smiled and said, "Although the appointment is to meet at Central Station, a sudden attack at this time is a bonus! Xiaoqian, please remember this, you will use it in the future."

"I don't remember it. Why do the losers remember it?" Chiyoko said unhappily.

"Hehe, it seems Xiaoqian is super confident." Nichinan laughed, and suddenly opened the door of the dojo, shouting to the two masters and apprentices who were still fighting passionately in the dojo, "Good morning!"

Amao was instantly distracted, and was hit by Kazuma seizing the opportunity to fight back and directly knocked the bamboo knife to the ground.

Kazuma: "Amao! Swordsman can't be distracted! Although I have taught you to look at the six ears and listen to all directions, that and distraction are two different things! You have to watch the six ears and listen to all directions. Staring at your opponent with all your attention!"

Nichinan yelled: "Senior! Isn't this too difficult for a strong person?"

"It's not difficult for a strong man, I can do it." Kazuma looked back at Nichinan, changed his tone, "Why did you run over? Didn't you say that you were at Grand Central Station at ten?"

"If I come here now, I can have a whole morning sweet time with senpai!" Nichinan Rina said as she entered the dojo, came to Kazuma in three steps, and then turned around~www.readwn. com~How about the combination of this dress and oversized clothes? "

Kazuma thumbs up: "Yes, very pure and cute."

——It is to cover the edge of your strongest weapon.

He left this sentence in his stomach.

Nichinan laughed very happily: "Hmm, I am probably the second strongest in this dojo in terms of clothes selection!"

Kazuma: "What, is it just the second strongest?"

"Yes, I don't feel like I can beat Jinguji-senpai."

Kazuma thought for a while, indeed.

He put away the bamboo sword, and said to A Mao, who was still holding the knife, "Let's do it today. I sweated a lot. I'm afraid you will feel a lot better than before. Take a shower and eat breakfast. Get ready. review."

"Yes. Master, are you going out today?"

Kazuma nodded: "Yes. I'm going to work today. Go to the Kamen Rider studio for a run."