I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

　　 As soon as the voice of Kazuma fell, Chiyoko walked around from the cherry tree, curiously probed: "What's the matter? Who is here? Ah, Mr. Police, how are you."

　　 "The police sent the knives and hats back." Kazuma responded, while carrying the plastic box with wooden knives on the ground with one hand-the eighteen knives were not very heavy.

　　 Chiyoko rushed over to pick up the hat, and then bowed to the police officers: "Fortunately everyone."

　　 "You're welcome, then we're leaving, Mr. Kiryu, Miss Kiryu." The police officer saluted Kazuma, then got into the car with his men and ran away.

　　 Chiyoko looked at the knife in Kazuma suspiciously: "What's the matter with this knife? Look at the decorations, this knife is not cheap, it shouldn't be something from our house, right?"

　　 Kazuma: "It is now."

Chiyoko took a second to understand this sentence, and then she gently lifted her forehead: "Well, I understand, I think about it. There used to be a knife holder at home, but I don’t know where I left it...By the way, If you want to place the knife, there must be a hanging scroll behind the knife holder. We don't have this kind of thing in our house."

　　The display rack of the famous knife should be hung with a hanging scroll as the background. The hanging scroll can be written or painted, and it is best to be made by a famous artist.

　　 The more famous swords, the more particular about this aspect.

　　 Anyway, the Japanese like to pursue a particular style in these places.

　　 This poor and exquisite atmosphere in Japan has directly nurtured a very large group of "skilled people". To be honest, the craftsmanship of this group of people may not be as good as the machines on the assembly line. It is better than one.

　　 The upper class in Japan rely on this kind of attention to establish their own identity, and their behavior, in turn, elevated the status of the "technical people".

　　 For example, flower arrangement. When Chinese people see the title of XX flower arrangement celebrity, don’t they think it’s just a flower seller?

But in Japan, people are really more than just flower sellers. In their flower arranging classrooms, there is probably a group of wives and young ladies who are studying by name. The phone book is filled with the direct numbers of dignitaries and dignitaries, and they are not secretaries. The kind that is connected.

　　 Just this number book can make people fight for decades less.

　　 There are celebrities like flower cards, chess celebrities, tea ceremony celebrities, and even celebrities who make handicrafts such as paper fans and paper umbrellas. Those who are hooked to traditional skills have basically become the medium for high-ranking officials to show their identities.

　　 Thanks to this relationship, they have also become part of the Japanese upper class.

　　 Kazuma was actually quite envious of the Japanese mechanism in my previous life, because although this mechanism is a feudal poison, it preserves a lot of traditional crafts and culture.

　　 In contrast, traditional Chinese culture such as paper-cutting and shadow puppetry are almost gone.

　　 Kazuma forced myself to no longer think about the things of my previous life, and then started to think about this life: in this world, this kind of poverty has practical effects, and I have to learn to listen to music, drink tea and watch Jingliuli...

　　 I don’t know if listening to Peking Opera is effective.

　　 After watching "Kazuma" in the last life, I went to listen to Shajiabang's "Wisdom Fight", and found that it was really exciting and a bit addictive. By the way, I listened to all the eight model dramas of the year.

　　 What "drinking celebration wine today", what "drinking mother's bowl of wine before leaving, I'm full of courage", what "daring to call the sun and the moon to change the sky", it's on the top.

　　 If you can listen to modern Peking Opera, you can also have BUFF, that would be great.

　　 Kazuma is wandering, Chiyoko tweeted Kazuma: "Brother, the police officers are gone."

　　 "Huh? Oh. I see."

　　 "Why are you so confused these days?" Chiyoko asked worriedly, "Uncomfortable?"

　　 "I am comprehending the world." Kazuma casually babbles.

　　 "You lied to me again." Chiyoko curled his lips and went back to the house with the hat.

　　 Kazuma followed.

　　 When they entered the dojo, the two girls were dumbfounded, and their eyes fell on the knife in the hand of Kazuma.

　　 "Is that... a real sword?" Mikako asked cautiously.

　　 Kazuma moved the box with the wooden knife in his hand to the ground and freed his hand to draw the knife directly.

　　 The crisp sound of the knife when it was out of its sheath made Mikako shrink her neck.

　　 In fact, people will instinctively get goose bumps with this kind of thin metallic chime, which is similar to the reaction when they hear the sound of scraping an iron sheet with a fingernail.

　　 Nanjo-san stepped forward and carefully observed the knife in the hand of Kazuma: "Is this pattern an ancient sword? Look at the decoration, it is the Bizen Long Ship? But does the Bizen Long Ship have a text pattern?"

　　 Kazuma looked at Nanjo-san in surprise: "You actually understand this?"

　　 "Well, my father asked me to learn everything related to Chinese life."

　　 Wait, the sword is also related to Chinese life? Also, the Chinese are the former warrior class, and they use swords to show their identity.

　　 Nanjo-san: "Is this a modern counterfeit knife? After all, it is really rare to see a character pattern on the Bizen Longboat. This is usually a decoration for the knives forged by the public."

　　 In Kazuma, the knife in his hand made a low sound and humming.

　　 Kazuma thought Nanjo-san, you can stop talking, or maybe I will be controlled by the knife to kill you.

　　 In order to avoid extravagance, Kazuma put the knife back into the scabbard.

　　 The buzzing knives also disappeared.

　　 At this time, Chiyoko ran out of the warehouse holding a bunch of parts: "I found it. Sure enough, the knife holder is still there. It's strange, obviously the knives are sold..."

　　 Chiyoko put the disassembled knife holder on the ground, this action aroused a lot of smoke and dust.

　　 Chiyoko waved away the smoke and dust, and said: "Oh no, I have to wash it before assembling it. Brother, I'm going to wash this stuff, you and the two senior sisters have lunch first."

　　 Kazuma was called by the police to open the door in the middle of lunch~www.readwn.com~Chiyoko picked up the parts that had just been dropped, and ran away.

　　 "It's so energetic, Qianjiang." Mikako sighed as he watched Chiyoko leave.

　　 "Thousand sauce?"

　　 "Yes, of course girls have to have cute nicknames, right? Or do you want a sauce too? Kazuma sauce?"

　　 Mikako looked at Kazuma with a smile.

　　 "Well, it doesn't feel bad." Kazuma nodded, "You can shout like that."

　　 Nanjo-san: Kazuma) sauce, let’s continue eating."

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　　 Nanjo-san ignored Mikako, and walked straight to the side where the lunch box was still placed.

　　 Kazuma looked at Mikako and said to her with her lips: ‘I’m your first to testify. ’

　　 Mikako pouted and stood up, and went to the courtyard.

　　 The Nanjo classmate who came to the edge first turned around and asked, "By the way, why did you suddenly have a knife? Chiyoko said that your family's economic situation is not very good. This kind of ancient sword is so expensive, right?"

　　 "Ah...Well, it's a trophy." Kazuma can only explain it like this, "I didn't want to be brave, and the person who got my help decided to give me this knife."

　　 "Well, it seems that Kazuma classmates really provided a lot of help to each other."

　　 Nanjo classmate has resumed the title of Kazuma) classmate" again. It seems that she is really not used to calling a big man "XX sauce".

　　 "Yes," Kazuma responded with a smile, "I did give the person a huge help and free him from the big troubles that bothered him."

　　 Freed forever.

　　 Although I did not do the last one.