I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 5: I’m in trouble

Before entering the classroom with Ma, I was worried that I would be scolded by the head teacher - yes, Japan also has head teachers, and the binding with students is stricter than that in China.

Unexpectedly, the head teacher smiled when Kazuma and Fujii appeared at the door of the classroom, "You two are finished."

Kazuma: "Report to the teacher, the run is over."

"Don't be so loud, I don't teach sports." The head teacher shook the Chinese textbook in his hand, "Go back to your seat."

Kazuma and Fujii hurried across the classroom and returned to their respective seats.

Japanese schools are strictly hierarchical, and there are pyramid-like interpersonal relationships in the class. Because of his good looks and lively personality, Fujii also participated in the sports club and belongs to the top of the pyramid.

Kiryu and Ma themselves, as sports club students, are also at the top of the pyramid, but their small group and Ma are not the center.

Kazuma has no problem with this, it won't be crowded out and won't attract attention, it's good, very comfortable.

But if he and Fujii become boyfriend and girlfriend, he will probably become the center of the small group.

——Damn, why am I thinking about this, now is not the time to enjoy school life.

Kazuma thought of the "Sunny Day Doll" that he saw when he went out in the morning.

Today I just hung up a chicken, and tomorrow maybe the gangsters will turn Chiyoko into a sunny doll.

——As expected, I still have to find a way to convince Chiyoko to sell the dojo.

Kazuma opened the book while thinking and pretended to be listening carefully.

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It was noon in the blink of an eye.

Japanese schools start late in the morning and leave school early in the afternoon. This tradition began when liberal education was not implemented.

Students have a lot of time to spend in club activities.

This afternoon, the Kendo Club mainly selects the main team members who will participate in the regional preliminaries.

Gurashi District is the next district in Tokyo, so there is no such thing as a prefectural assembly-because there is no prefecture, schools in the Gurashi District will participate in the pre-selection of districts in Tokyo.

He Ma was careful not to use the tooth protrusions again, so as not to attract more attention.

However, relying solely on his new talent, becoming a regular team member is easy and stress-free.

After finishing the afternoon training, and Ma was maintaining the bamboo sword, Fujii came over and said, "Why didn't you use that stab just now?"

"I suddenly lost my memory and forgot that trick."

Kazuma whispered inwardly: In the morning, I have made a mistake in order to soak you, and I don't want to attract more attention in the afternoon.

Seeing that Fujii had something to say on his face, he quickly changed the subject: "Aren't you protecting the bamboo sword?"

Bamboo knives are not simply broken pieces of bamboo, and some problems may occur if they are not maintained frequently. Because of this, many Chinese kendo clubs in later generations have switched to sponge swords, which do not require maintenance, save trouble, and do far less damage than bamboo swords, and have no requirements for training and armor.

"I did maintenance at noon." Fujii patted her bamboo knife that had been in the bag, "I'm going to change clothes, don't go yet, wait with me."

After speaking, she hopped away.

He Ma is still surprised, this girl actually gave up on teaching her tooth protrusion by herself?

He gathered the cleaned and polished bamboo pieces together, and then installed the knife edge, middle knot, and first leather in sequence, and then installed the strings for stretching the bamboo knife.

Kazuma put the maintained bamboo knife into the bag, and then stood up and bowed to Daimon Goro: "Teacher has worked hard, goodbye teacher."

"Well, don't hang around, just go home!" Daemon Goro urged.

"Got it."

He Ma picked up the bamboo knife and went back to the office to change his clothes. As soon as he arrived at the school gate, he was caught up by Fujii who trotted over.

"Go, let's go to the dim sum shop!"

Fujii Mikako stretched her waist as she spoke, the top of the winter sailor suit being pushed up high by a certain part.

It seems to be the daily routine of Fujii Mikako and Kiryu Kazuma to go to the nearby dim sum shop to eat and chat after school.

It's actually quite strange to be with the horse. Fujii seems to have a pretty good relationship with the original owner, but she hasn't found the original owner's skin, and the soul is different.

Is the character of the original owner very similar to that of a horse?

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the fact that his savings were running out, and he was still pressing ahead, he would really like to sing his youth.

I have a younger sister at home, my parents are dead, and I have a big house - although most of it is a gym for practice.

At school, there is Mikako Fujii, a girl who is perfect both as a buddy and as a girlfriend.

Of course, there are also some male friends, and the one and the horse took the initiative to pass by.

This isn't the perfect romantic comedy setup.

In fact, there is still hope to continue the romantic comedy. As long as you persuade Chiyoko to sell the dojo, and use the historical knowledge in your head to invest in future industries, you can enjoy the school life like a romantic comedy without any worries. .

Kazuma was thinking about how to convince Chiyoko when Fujii patted him on the shoulder: "You are talking!"

"What's the matter?" He Ma was shocked. Fujii had been chatting all the time before, but he didn't listen at all.

"I'm talking about your stab! I thought about it after I went back, it should be like this with the back foot, and then like this..."

Fujii Mikako was wearing a sailor suit like this, posing in a kendo stance on the side of the road, showing Fujii the decomposition action she thought of.

And the horse: "It's almost the same, the rest is to practice and make yourself as proficient as possible."

"Your tone sounds like you practice a lot?" Fujii Mikako looked at Kazuma with a dissatisfied face, "You have been fishing in the club all the time."

"Yes, but my house is a dojo. I can practice at home."

Just as Fujii was about to say something about Kazuma's words, he heard a shrill howl from the front: "No! Stop it!"

The two turned their heads together and found that the sound came from the dim sum shop they were planning to go to.

The aunt who runs the dim sum shop knelt on the ground, hugging the thighs of the young man dressed as Ji Dao, crying loudly.

"Go away!" The young man tried to kick the aunt away, but he didn't, so he swung the wooden stick in his hand in exasperation.

The aunt screamed and let go of her hand, covering the forehead that was beaten.

At the same time, two other ferocious young men dressed in jidao smashed the glass jars with thick snacks placed in front of the thick snack shop with baseball bats.

The sound of glass breaking is incessantly mixed with the cries of the old lady in the dim sum shop.

"You immortal, honestly take the money and move away, nothing happens!" The young man who beat the man was still instructed, "Because you don't move out, the brothers will still be punished. I have to go to work! Usually at this time, we are all playing Paqing!"

Kazuma understands, this is another forced relocation.

The 1980s was the decade of Tokyo's great development. Tokyo, as Japan's largest and also the most senior city, has a lot of old blocks, and there is a lot of resistance to demolition and renovation.

This gave the Jidao organization a chance to grow.

Gurshi District is one of the oldest neighborhoods in the twenty-three wards of Tokyo. It is full of old wooden houses with one or two floors.

Of course, it has become the hardest hit area for real estate development.

The dim sum store is probably also in the development zone, but I don't know if the one who wants to buy the store is from Sumitomo Construction.

The aunt cried: "This is the store left by my mother, it is an important memory..."

"Who the **** cares about you!" The young hooligan stepped on the aunt's face and kicked her to the ground.

At this time, Kazuma noticed the logo on the lapel of the rogue's suit, and he was not the same group as the one who hung the dead chicken in front of his house in the morning.

While watching this with Ma, Mikako Fujii jumped out with a bamboo sword.

"Hey! How do you treat the elderly?"

Kazuma: Shit!

A few hooligans turned their heads to look at Mikako Fujii, and the expressions on their faces changed immediately.

The rogue leader who stepped on the aunt's face whistled: "Wow, look, who is this! I thought it was a meeting in the scumbag town!"

The Town Council is an autonomous organization of the private neighborhoods in Japan, and most neighborhoods have them. In this day and age, they are either defeated by the kyodoo organization and exist in name only, or they have transformed into kyodoo by themselves.

Another hooligan looked at Mikako Fujii with a nasty look and said, "This young lady, did she watch Lupin III too much and wanted to learn from Fujiko to be a heroine?"

The hooligan leader hit the man on the head with a baseball bat: "Bag Ya Lu! How dare you even show me an animation! You have lost your face!"

Then he turned to Mikako Fujii again and put on a reasonable expression: "Miss, this is your fault, we are doing business. This dim sum shop was opened by Sumitomo Construction. High price, actually not satisfied, greedily sitting on the ground and raising the price..."

The aunt at the dim sum shop shouted: "I don't have it! I just don't want to sell..."

"Shut up Lao Tzu!"

The rogue leader waved the big stick in his hand and smashed it down at the aunt's head.

"Hand!" Mikako Fujii shouted, and at the same time, she quickly drew out her sword. The bamboo sword hit the gangster leader's hand accurately, causing his baseball bat to fly out of his hand.

The hooligan leader screamed like a pig and glared at Mikako fiercely: "Damn! This woman is crazy! Give it to me! Sell it to Kabukicho to let her understand the cruelty of society!"

When the other hooligans saw this, they rushed up with a strange cry like chicken blood.

And the horse sighed.

He is planning to sell the dojo, so he doesn't want to take the initiative to find trouble with the pole.

However, this rogue's emblem is different from the one in the morning. It should be a different group. It's probably okay to beat them up.

Probably.

Kazuma took out the bamboo sword, took a good posture, aimed at the gangster who was rushing up, and exerted his strength.

The next moment, the "Xian Ge" on the head of the bamboo knife hit the eye socket of the hooligan he was aiming at~IndoMTL.com~Xian Ge" has a major effect, which is to reduce the lethality of the bamboo knife when it stabs and avoid injury. It's a practice tool after all.

But Kazuma stabbed the muscles of the whole body and formed a joint force.

Although there is the existence of the first leather, the force is so strong that the bamboo knife is like a hammer wrapped in a leather sheath, smashing the rogue's eye socket fiercely.

He screamed and fell backward, his entire eye socket blackened.

This makes him unable to become a fighting force for a while.

At this time, Mikako Fujii also hit a rogue in the head with the upper slash. She glanced at He Ma and shouted: "Ness!"

Kazuma: "Fujii, behind!"

However, it was too late to shout with Ma, and the hooligan hit Mikako on the back of the head with a bat, knocking her unconscious.

Kazuma snapped his teeth again, poked the left eye of the rogue who knocked Mikako into a panda eye, and then supported Mikako's body, who was about to fall to the ground.

Mikako's eyes were dull, and she didn't look like she was about to wake up.

"Tsk tsk tsk," the hooligan leader picked up the bat that Mikako had just knocked out, and looked at Kazuma maliciously, "What's going on today? The little devils with bamboo knives jumped out one by one, It's not a big river drama."

The other two hooligans who could still stand up surrounded them, one on the left and one on the right, and the one on the left had a thick mark left by Mikako with a bamboo knife on his face.

There are five rogues in total, and the two who fell to the ground were the result of the war with Ma.

Mikako's sword should have been able to knock down one, but she may have kept it subconsciously.

Now, I'm one-on-three with Ma, and I'm still holding the unconscious Mikako in her arms.

——Tsk, trouble.

Cold sweat ran down Kazuma's cheeks.