I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

　　 Kiryu brothers and sisters followed the eggs to the second-hand bookstore, while Shigeru Ikeda walked into his favorite hair salon.

　　 "Manager, I want to cut a flat head and dye my hair back to black by the way."

　　The shop manager who was sorting out the hairdressing equipment glanced at Shigeru Ikeda and curled his lips: "Well, it's this time of year again."

　　 "Huh?" Shigeru Ikeda looked at the store manager suspiciously, "When is it?"

"Every time the new school year starts for a month or so, guys like you, Amao, will come over to dye your hair back to black and flatten your head." The store manager said as he took it apart and cleaned it. The clippers are reinstalled.

　　 Shigeru Ikeda was surprised: "Every year...are there many such people?"

　　 "Yes." The manager nodded, glanced at Shigeru Ikeda, and fiddled with the hair that was hanging down to block his eyes, so that the scar beside his eye was exposed.

　　 The store manager told Ikeda these little hairs that the scar was juggled with scissors when he was idle, but no one believed it.

　　 Shigeru Ikeda asked suspiciously: "Why is this?"

"what why?"

　　 "It's... this time of year..."

"Ah, this." The store manager came to the seat where Ikeda was sitting, put the cloth in his hand on Ikeda, and tidied it up. "When school starts, there may be a change of class, there will be a new head teacher, and you will meet All kinds of new opportunities, and then someone slaps their heads, asking the prodigal to turn around and change his mind. This kind of thing is very common."

　　 "Is it... common?"

　　 Ikeda's expression darkened.

　　 The store manager glanced at his expression through the mirror and snorted: "Don't say anything that you are different from them. To tell you the truth, every time I spit out like this, the young man who gets spit out will emphasize that he is different.

　　 "As a result, many people asked me to dye their hair back after a few months."

　　 "That's it..." Shigeru Ikeda seemed to want to refute, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

　　 The store manager continued: "By the way, summer vacation is the peak of hair dyeing. Many new faces will come to dye their hair. I look forward to making a facelift in the fall and making my debut in high school."

"really?"

　　"Really, if you come to my place to work, you will see that during the summer vacation, sometimes you can get a yellow hair in two days. By the way, many people have been dumped for reasons.

　　 "Because you have to change yourself because you are dumped, you can re-behave after you have dyed yellow hair. It is really cheap for young people to change now."

　　 The manager finished speaking, maintaining the posture of holding the electric clippers in his hand, and solemnly asked: "So, Amao, are you still cutting it?"

　　 Ikeda Shigeru said without hesitation: "Cut. Whether my thoughts are superficial or not, I honestly don't know. How long can this impulse last? How could I know this kind of thing.

　　 "But if... if I don't start, then I will never know how far I can go."

The store manager sneered: "Huh, pretty good words. But every sentence is bullshit. Compared with cutting my hair, how about returning the money you extorted to the bitter owner first? Don't do it for a long time, and give it to me later. It's the dirty ticket from extortion."

　　 "I paid it back." Shigeru Ikeda said angrily, "This is the first thing I did."

　　 The shop manager stopped his work, glanced at Shigeru Ikeda with suspicion, and asked, "Then what are you paying for me today?"

　　 "I also have pocket money."

　　 "Really? Just the situation in your family?"

　　 "Oh, hurry up and flatten my head, you won't lose your money! Now I am holding this golden airplane head, and I will not be hired where I work."

　　 "Of course, recruiting a bad boy into the store is not equivalent to putting a potential robber and thief in the store?"

　　 the store manager said in a mocking tone.

　　 "However, you can still go to nightclubs and the like? There are also those operated by Jidao..."

　　 "I want to do a decent job." Shigeru Ikeda interrupted the manager, "With the money I earn upright, I can live an upright life."

　　 The shop manager raised his eyebrows, and exclaimed, "Is that girl so beautiful? It has taken you away."

　　 "I just said it's not a girl! What's the matter with girls? I just saw the real hero, so I want to follow the hero's footsteps."

After listening to Shigeru Ikeda’s words, the store manager frowned and thought for a few seconds before hesitatingly said:

　　 "...Do you want to play Kamen Rider?"

"I do not have!"

　　 "Fuck, don't look back suddenly!"

　　 "Oh, my hair!"

　　 A few seconds later, Shigeru Ikeda looked at himself in the mirror with a "band" on his head out of thin air, and he had a desire to die.

　　 The store manager was obviously holding back a smile, and it took a lot of effort before he smoothly suggested: "Why... I will get you a samurai head?"

　　 "Do you want me to be the laughing stock of the whole school tomorrow?"

　　 "What does it matter, you just want to start again, isn't it right to get a samurai head to highlight your determination?"

　　 Shigeru Ikeda pursed his mouth and stared angrily at the shop manager through the mirror, but in the end he didn't go as crazy as before. He said, "Forget it, shave my head, just save the money for dyeing hair."

"you sure?"

　　 "A bald head is better than a samurai head! And many sports clubs will shave their heads, so it won't be too obtrusive...probably."

　　 The last sentence Shigeru Ikeda said with no confidence.

　　 The store manager put a smile away and confirmed again with a serious look: "Then you have a bald head, are you sure? Are you really sure?"

　　 Shigeru Ikeda nodded.

　　 So his golden hair was removed bit by bit, leaving a bare skull.

　　 After finishing the work, the shop manager used a brush to brush the clippers while commenting: "Yes, after shave, the brightness of my whole shop has more than doubled."

　　 Shigeru Ikeda looked at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

　　 Then he raised his hand and touched the bare marinated egg.

　　The hand feels okay.

　　 He stood up and took out the last bit of money he had-he certainly didn't lack the money for a haircut, but now things are different.

　　 If you can't find a part-time job, the day when you can only eat the cheapest bread at school noon is coming~www.readwn.com~The manager returned the money to Shigeru Ikeda.

　　 "I just spent some electricity bills, this time you are free. Of course, if you come back in a few days to dye your hair back, then I will charge you twice."

　　 The shop manager paused and continued before Shigeru Ikeda thanked him: "It is very difficult for the prodigal son to turn around. In your past, the cause and effect you have already made will not let you go because you changed your mind.

　　 "They will follow you like a shadow.

　　 "What is even more terrifying is the prejudice of the world. You will soon discover that no matter how many changes you make, in the eyes of others, you are still the bad boy Ikeda with blond hair.

　　"This is much more difficult than being a demon king.

"You became a bad guy in school, and then you became a mobster, and finally joined Ji Dao as the bottom hitter. Although you are a heinous bastard, although you may die at any time, and after you die, everyone will clap your hands and celebrate. But you will always be happy until you die."

　　 Shigeru Ikeda listened to the manager's words and looked at the bald head in the mirror.

　　 He was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Then how did you look back, the manager? How did you do it?"

　　 "Me?" The store manager gave a wild smile, "I have never looked back. I'm just old and forgotten. I can only guard this small shop, quietly withering away."

　　 Shigeru Ikeda turned his head to look at the store manager, with an unusually complicated expression.

　　 Finally, he bowed to the store manager, turned around and left in a stride.

　　The shop manager took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, went to the door of the hair salon, and looked at the lonely night view of the remote alley where the hair salon was, and smoked quietly.

　　 The Edo River flows quietly not far away, and on the other side of the river is the feast of Tokyo.