I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

"Okay, okay! Now that everything is clear, let's go back to the banquet!" After all, such a good thing happened, how can we not celebrate it properly?

After finally regaining his senses, Chiyoko clapped his hands to greet the crowd, and pulled back the slightly deviated banquet rhythm. "Ah no, the story told by my brother is too fascinating. Many of the dishes are cold. I'll go to heat it up... Qingliu, why don't you play a song to cheer you up?"

"Why do I have to do this kind of thing?" Qingliu rolled her eyes in response, and got up to get her guitar.

In the next quarter of an hour, Chiyoko swiftly reheated the cold dishes and served it on the table, and Qingliu also picked up the guitar and played a tune that was in line with the current atmosphere.

In the melodious song, Honami pours wine for Kazuma, while Tamamo looks at the cherry tree and beats it up. There was a lively atmosphere in the dojo, and Qing Liu, who was humming and playing the guitar, asked as if remembering.

"Speaking of which, how long will it take for the rain to recover after the rain?"

"Well, Chang Andi has special blessings for monsters. I think I should be able to recover after staying in the dojo for about a week." Tamamo chewed on the fried mountain sticks and gave the case quite an expectant answer.

"So fast? Wait, if that's the case, will you be able to cast spells without restriction in the future? It seems like just now." Kazuma confirmed.

"Only in the dojo, it's okay, leaving the dojo as it is, at most it will be easier for the demon power to recover." Yuzao squinted his eyes and replied.

"That's already great." Kazuma nodded.

The big monster fox that has existed since the age of mythology has no way to estimate how many incredible spells it has mastered. In the past, it was difficult to replenish its monster power, so it could only provide minimal help.

Now that Changandi can replenish demon power at any time, of course, the support level will be improved by leaps and bounds.

"Does it feel like finding a great backer?" Yuzao asked with a smile as if he could see through his mind.

"Yes, that's a big backer." Kazuma forks a piece of fried potato into his mouth, then nods seriously.

Although everyone had paid attention to the Qingyu and Ksitigarbha statues before, the most notable thing to actually go to the Changan Great Lake was the mutant serum produced by Fuzhi Technology.

That thing turned the weak scholar Jia Zuo directly into an invulnerable ghost. If it can be mass-produced, it can be called a biochemical nuclear bomb. When it is bigger, it can even change the current geopolitical pattern of the world!

The fact that Fuzhi Technology has made such an exaggerated position in a quiet manner is indeed far beyond the expectations of Kazuma.

Like this time when the catfish was robbed by a bird in a cage, the mysterious scene will be indispensable for future confrontations with Fuzhi Technology. In this case, there is a big demon fox at home, which should be said to be a lot of peace of mind.

"...I think so. The world is changing so fast that even I didn't expect science and mystery to come together." Yuzao shook his head, with a slightly lonely expression on his face. However, before Kazuma had time to speak, the fox threw the topic to Honami next to him.

"By the way, you haven't said much since the beginning, Honami. Are you thinking about it?"

"...I regret it a bit." Honami held the fire, her expression slightly gloomy.

"Regret, choose to be in politics?" Yuzao said as if he knew the answer.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that so many things happened around Kazuma during the period when I was entangled in boring government affairs and didn't come to the dojo... and I couldn't hear about it as an outsider until afterwards. It really feels like this. Yes..." Honami drank the shochu sullenly, looked at Haru, who was holding the guitar, and exhaled a faint scent of alcohol, "Haru, I really envy you."

"Well, second." Yuzao added with a smile.

"Huh? Huh? Huh?" In terms of appearance and family history, Honami and Tamamo in Kiryu Dojo should be the top two without a doubt. Such two people actually said something that they really admire to the bottom self, and let Haruhiro. Suddenly at a loss.

"That, that, because I'm relatively free, so I can follow Kazuma. I don't know that I will encounter these things... And speaking of it, isn't the person who asked me to go to you at the beginning is Tamamo?"

"Even so, those who should be envious are still envious, right?" Tamamo smiled and asked Honami for confirmation. After seeing Honami nodded in agreement, Haru became more panicked. Fortunately, at this time, Kazuma made a statement in time.

"Okay, okay, don't make fun of Qingliu. After all, Qingliu is more used to that kind of occasion, and you all have your own things to be busy. If you miss it, you can't help it, right?"

"Cut, are you here to protect Qingliu? Sure enough, the feelings are different after teaming up to clean up the blame." The fox pursed his lips, pretending to hide his face in sadness, "Honami, we will probably be beaten in the future. Leng Gong? Let’s support each other to keep warm from now on..."

"No, I think Kazuma actually makes sense." Nanjo shook his head unexpectedly.

"It has been a man's duty to defend his home since ancient times. If a man fights the enemy bravely in the front, a woman should silently guard the man's back in the back. Qingluo is enough. We don't have to all follow the Kazuma action."

"Huh? Honami's concept is unexpectedly conservative? She is obviously a female congresswoman in the new era." Chiyoko was surprised.

"After all, I was educated like this since I was a child, and I think it is true when I watched Kazuma..." Nanjo exhaled, then put his seat in a respectful posture like sorting out his mood, and bowed his head to Kazuma. road.

"Kazuma...No, master craftsman. Thanks to the master craftsman, today I heard many things that have never been heard before, and it is an eye-opener. Please allow me to thank you."

Kazuma felt that Nanjo still had something to say, so he held the glass and didn't answer.

"Whether it is the curse of Mieko Oshiba, the brainwashing crime of Hyuga, or the ghost serum of Fuzhi Technology, these are things that are contrary to common sense in the world, even if they are told to others, no one will believe it." Nanjo looked at Kazuma with an upright attitude, and said.

"In other words, what you do, master, you cannot get the things you can talk about on the table. In the future, no matter how much you pay, even if you are bleeding and injured, no one will know you or thank you... Even so, you too Do you want to continue?"

Honami's dignified voice sounded in the dojo, and the powerful tone of that sound could not tolerate any confusion or confusion. Not only was the questioned Kazuma stunned for a while, even the rest of the people looked at Kazuma as if attracted.

The eye-catching Kazuma scratched his cheeks, feeling a bit nerve-wracking.

At this time, it is quite boring to just shout the slogan of justice, and he can't show the entry to Honami and others, so how can he convey his feelings? Kazuma struggled for a while, his eyes fell on the guitar Qingliu was holding, and then suddenly he had an idea.

"...I've heard a song before, which fits this atmosphere quite well, I will show it to you." Kazuma smiled slightly and looked towards the corner of the dojo. "Chiyoko, go and help me get authentic."

"Huh? Brother, you can sing as long as you sing. Why do you need a knife?" Chiyoko complained and complained, or ran over and brought authentic.

Kazuma took over the authenticity and stroked the blade with his hand as if brewing.

Everyone's eyes lit up one after another, and expressions of eager anticipation appeared on their faces. Kazuma’s talent in music is well known, and it is often improvisation that ignores the theory of music when it feels to come. Almost every time it can come out well-known masterpieces, I just don’t know what kind of music will be released this time. ?

Under everyone's attention, Kazuma stroked Masamune's eyes closed and brewed for a while, suddenly opened his eyes, and drew the knife out of the sheath in a low voice.

With the blade's cold light shining, Kazuma was silent, a solemn atmosphere quietly diffused, and then with a flick of his finger, Yuzao next to him handed the wine cup as if he had been prepared. Kazuma raised his head and drank the soju, then stood up.

"Husband lives in the world and makes a name for himself..."

The phrase "Husband in the world" mentions the rhythm, Kazuma holding the authentic treasure sword, walks slowly in the dojo, walking and dancing, and dancing and chanting.

"Achieve fame, comfort your life..."

"Comforting my life, I will be drunk..."

"I will be drunk and moan frantically..."

The short tone of seven-character beat, accompanied by a low male voice echoed in the dojo. Sometimes generous, sometimes wild, sometimes leisurely, sometimes passionate.

The authentic blade is reflected in the dim light, and draws a mottled afterimage in the quiet sky, like the spring and autumn with great passion, and like a golden iron horse.

A certain majestic, masculine and majestic atmosphere enveloped the dojo, and the women watched the Kazuma dance sword and step song fascinatingly.

I don't know how long it took, the singing gradually ceased.

Kazuma, which sang so happily, slowly retracted the knife into its sheath, returned to the table and sat down, and only then did the girls wake up and let out a wow sigh.

"Wow! Brother, do you know? This song you actually sang the spirit of Nobunagagō's "Fifty Years in the World"!"

Chiyoko was full of exclamation. Oda Nobunaga was the hero who nearly unified Japan during the Warring States Period, and perhaps the most well-known Japanese celebrity in the world.

"Fifty Years in the World" was when he had suffered betrayal and failed to write a desperate poem. The poem also has its own pride and freedom. Of course, strictly speaking, there is still a difference from Kazuma, but for Chiyoko who doesn't know much about history, this is already the highest degree of praise.

"It's not rock style or pop style... How do you say, it's completely different from the previous songs. Compared with the tone adjustments, it is basically driven by momentum... Wow, no, no, this song is fundamentally powerful. Not ordinary people can hold it..." Qingliu bit her lip, shook her head and looked at Kazuma in amazement, "To be honest, this is beyond the scope of so-called talent, I... I even look for it. There are no words to describe that feeling..."

"It's courage." Honami added Harryu. At this moment, the daughter of Nanjo was sitting upright, her eyes gleaming, and she said decisively. "This song is Kazuma written with boldness. Without the boldness of a hero, such a song cannot be made."

"It's too exaggerated, it's just a matter of flirting."

Kazuma smiled and waved, and exhaled quietly.

This song is Kazuma through the world before, an episode in the old TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", the scene of Zhou Lang drinking, dancing and singing in the play left a very deep impression on him, and then even more I found the original tape and listened to it hundreds of thousands of times. It can be said that the sound has been carved into the soul. At this time, he took advantage of the situation to perform, and the evaluation he received was unexpectedly high.

The original lyrics are of course in Chinese, but Kazuma has been changed to Japanese when it was performed. At the beginning, he was unable to speak Japanese at the time of the journey, but now he is also a student of Dong Dasheng. This level of translation is no longer a problem.

"...There is a problem?" Tamamo, who was listening quietly, interrupted suddenly. "The meaning of this song is that a masculine man will live up to his life if he makes contributions? Isn't it the same thing as Honami asked... Or, Kazuma, are you going to pursue the fame of a hero? Or something else ?"

"Pursuing fame..." Kazuma sipped the shochu and grabbed a string of fried things jokingly. "If you want to say, this is my fame."

"Fried shiitake mushrooms?" Tamamo's eyes widened, but Kazuma shifted his gaze to Chiyoko.

"Now, Chiyoko, these dishes are all bought in the shopping street, right? Those uncles and aunts seem to have added a lot to you?"

"Huh? Ah yes. It's true. It's clear that our wallets are no longer so tight, so everyone still keeps stuffing me..." Chiyoko complained in a mixed tone of trouble and joy.

"Qingluo, you sent your guitar to the earth house for adjustment a while ago, and you have been complained by the old man?" Kazuma smiled and looked at Qingluo.

"...It's okay, I'm used to it anyway. Yes, the uncle also asked about you, asking if there is any wastefulness in repairing guitars in the police department... You can show your face when you have time!" Qingliu digs with her fingers She put her ears in her ears, and tried to put on a nonchalant appearance.

"Well, I'll go to the Earth House with you after I've been busy." Kazuma promised ~www.readwn.com~ and then turned his eyes back to the fox at home. I saw Tamamo frowning, seeming to have caught something from the question and answer of Kazuma with Chiyoko and Haru, but he was not quite sure.

"So, what you said in Kazuma is actually..."

"Ah, the shopping street and the earth house, as well as the thousands of lights in Tokyo... these are my fame." Kazuma smiled slightly, raised the glass and drank it.

The exhausted wine glasses fell on the table with a refreshing sound, but the women fell into silence with expressions similar to amazement.

This is an answer that no one expected, or that no one expected that the answer to Kazuma would appear in such a poetic but resolute form.

In front of them, under the sakura trees blowing in the wind, the self-considered man showed a childlike jovial look, as if the previous remarks were not deliberately created shocking announcements, but only true and natural revelations-of course ,that's the truth.

Tamamo and Nanjo, Haru and Chiyoko, you look at me and I look at you, collectively refreshing the evaluation of the man in front of each other in the eyes of each other-to a higher level, also confirming a certain unclear consensus.