I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

　　 After that, Kazuma did a series of decomposition actions for Nanjo classmates-the set for Mikako.

　　 Nanjo-san doesn't seem to believe that this set of movements can reach the stab speed of Kazuma, but he still learns to follow the decomposition movements honestly.

　　 When Kazuma corrected her movements hand by hand, she smelled a faint scent on her body.

　　 "This is... Bai Meixiang?" Kazuma made a random guess.

Speaking of the scent of Yamato Nadeshiko, the first thing that comes to mind in Kazuma is Bai Meixiang, because he likes the Xuedaiba in Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance, and there are many mentions of Xuedaiba in the animation. Bai Meixiang.

Nanjo-san looked at Kazuma in surprise: "You...well, today I used white plum blossom scented perfume. Ah, I usually don’t use perfume, but when I practice Kendo, I will spray a little bit in advance to suppress the smell of sweat. This has also been approved by the school!"

　　 The Koshikawa Girls is a very strict school for eldest girls. All cosmetics are not allowed, and even shampoos must be used with low-smelling shampoos.

　　 These Kazuma are all known from Chiyoko.

　　 But Nanjo actually asked the school board for permission in order to use perfume in school. This behavior itself is a manifestation of the identity of the eldest lady.

　　 Mikako was very worried beside her, smelling her clothes.

　　 Kazuma adjusted the posture of Nanjo-san's hand, and said while pulling away: "It's a pity that it didn't rain today, but Bai Meixiang in the rain is the most charming."

　　 Nanjo smiled slightly at Kazuma: "The rainy season is coming, and every day will be suitable for Baimeixiang."

　　 Mikako gasped in the air, apparently shocked by this high-ranking dialogue.

　　 At this time, Chiyoko came to tear down the stage: "Brother, when did you become such a literary and artistic one? It was a guy who couldn't even rhyme with limericks before!"

　　 Kazuma: "How many dishes are there if you can't rhyme with limericks?"

　　 "But that's how you are cooking." Chiyoko scratched his head, "But, forget it, I like the old man better."

　　...Chiyoko, your true brother Izumi would cry if he knew it.

　　 Forget it, Kazuma thought that I don't care, and I can be NTR to it. That means that the original main dish is the original sin.

　　 Kazuma turned his mind to teaching Nanjo's stab sword skills: "Okay, Miss Nanjo, you have a coherent set."

　　 "I see." Nanjo resumed his initial starting pose, and then launched a stab.

　　 Watching Kazuma by the side, I can tell at a glance that her movements have changed a lot.

　　 The golden finger of Kazuma, as long as the posture is correct and the direction of force is correct, the action will not be out of shape. This is actually a great advantage.

　　The movements of mature sword skills are generally refined through repeated improvements and must be the optimal solution.

　　 When using these sword skills, if they do not achieve the desired effect, it is usually because of the deformation of the movement.

　　 Some people say that routines are useless, but in fact, it is mainly because they can't get a home by training, and routines are always out of shape.

　　 Being able to use the sword skills completely without losing style, this is actually a very powerful thing.

　　Ms. Nanjo is totally unable to do the non-walking type. It takes a lot of practice to use the sword skill perfectly every time like in Kazuma.

　　 "Stop!" Kazuma called to stop, and then stepped forward to correct the lady's movements.

　　 The smell of Baimeixiang penetrated his nostrils again.

　　 really smells good.

　　 Kazuma suddenly wanted to hug the eldest lady, bury her face in her clothes, and smell the scent to his heart's content.

　　 But he drove away the impulse immediately.

　　 The man who used to break up the group alone, how could his willpower be unable to overcome this kind of impulse.

　　 Others couldn't even see that Kazuma had an impulse at that moment.

　　 Kazuma completed the instruction very gentlemanly, and then distanced himself: "Do it again."

　　 This kind of practice lasted for more than an hour. Kazuma initially taught Nanjo students the basic methods of thrusting, and then taught Nanjo students and Meijiazi some of the most basic Hokuchen one-sword techniques.

　　 Time just came to noon.

　　 Chiyoko glanced at the watch in the dojo and said, "Brother, it's almost like this in the morning. Let's have dinner."

　　 Mikako immediately raised her hand: "I brought a bento! A well-prepared bento! The kind that can be eaten without heat!"

　　 "I also have snacks for patients," Nanjo-san said hurriedly, "It's perfectly fine for lunch."

　　 Kazuma nodded: "Okay, then go to the yard. The weather is so good, and you can enjoy the last wave of cherry blossoms."

　　 The big cherry blossom trees in the yard are still in full bloom, and the fallen cherry blossom petals have been covered with a thick layer on the ground, but they don't mean to stop blooming at all.

　　 However, the flowering period of the cherry blossoms is almost over. No matter how large the cherry blossom trees can bloom, they can't stop the forces of nature. After a few days, they should wither completely after a rain.

　　 Kazuma first came to the edge between the dojo and the courtyard.

　　 The edge of the Kiryu family’s old house is very wide, making it suitable for a group of people to gather together and have a meal while looking at the scenery in the yard.

　　 Kazuma sits directly on the wooden floor, with two feet hanging down from the edge of the edge, looking up at the blooming cherry tree.

　　 The three sisters quickly took the bento box and other things and laid them out.

　　 Japan assumes that women are responsible for these housework, and no girl will have any opinions when it comes to Kazuma.

　　 Mikako opened the lunch box with enthusiasm: "Qiangqiang! Look! How do you look, right?"

　　 Kazuma glanced at it and said, "Huh, it doesn't shine, it's normal."

　　 "What the **** is it that shines! Is fluorescent agent added?" Mikako spit out loudly, and patted Kazuma on the shoulder by the way.

　　Ms. Nanjo smiled and said, "Do you usually interact like this and talk about comics?"

　　 "Hmm." Kazuma nodded.

　　 "It's great." Nanjo-san sounded quite envious.

　　 Mikako glanced at her, then suddenly approached her and smelled the scent on her body.

　　 Nanjo classmate: "Ordinary drugstores can buy white plum-scented perfumes, but mine is a variety that is specially matched by a professional."

　　 "Damn, I hate capitalists!" Mei Jiazi shouted with exaggerated expression like a manga.

　　 Japan, which has just experienced the student movement era, such speeches are not uncommon.

　　 Kazuma Regardless of the girls who are in friendly communication, they just picked up the chopsticks, took a tempura and threw them into their mouths.

　　 I can only say Mikazi-or Mikazi's mother's craftsmanship is really good. This tempura is fried so that it is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The taste is just right.

　　 Kazuma was about to clip another one when a doorbell came from the door.

　　 Kazuma held Chiyoko, who thought about answering the door, returned to the dojo, took a wooden sword, and carried it on his shoulders to the entrance.

　　 He opened the door fiercely and saw a man in the uniform of the Scientific Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department standing outside the door~www.readwn.com~ Mr. Kiryuu Kazuma, right? We are here to return the items you left on site. "After talking, the speaker pushed open the courtyard door-this time the courtyard door will not be locked.

　　 A policeman came in with a transparent plastic box and placed it on the ground. Inside the box was a lot of wooden knives.

　　 Then another policeman put a hat and a long knife on the plastic box.

　　 "After you count the number, please sign here." The policeman who greeted Kazuma at first handed a clipboard with a list of things on the tablet.

　　 Kazuma nodded, first reached out and picked up the sword-this familiar weight, coupled with the obvious text pattern on the handle, is indeed the authentic Bizen Ossune text.

　　 Kazuma switch to the position of hanging the knife at the waist, and then gently press the handle of the knife with the thumb and apply a little force.

　　 With a crisp sound, a small distance was opened between the handle and the scabbard, the blade was slightly exposed, and the cold light swept across the field of vision of everyone present.

　　 Kazuma drew out the long knife with a beautiful motion, exposing the blade to the noon sun.

　　 Suddenly, there was a wind on the street.

　　 The wind swept the cherry blossom petals across the blade.

　　 The petals broke into two after the wind passed.

　　 "Mr. Kiryuu Kazuma?"

　　 The voice of the police evokes the reality of Kazuma looking at the knife intoxicatingly. Only then did he realize that the police had stepped back many steps, looking at him from a distance.

　　 Kazuma returned the knife in its sheath, then took the clipboard handed over by the police and quickly signed the name.

　　 "Can't you count the number of items?" the policeman asked.

　　 "No need." Kazuma smiled and returned the signed clipboard to the police, "As a good citizen, I trust the police."