I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 46: The dusty memory

On Hema's side, after dinner, he ran to the yard to study the "filling water" in the yard.

The so-called water filling is a bamboo tube with a bracket fixed in the middle. Usually, the opening is inclined upward, and then water flows into the bamboo tube continuously.

When the water is full to a certain extent, the bamboo tube will turn upside down and make a clicking sound on the stone.

Yes, it's the kind of "dah-da" noise that must be present when the courtyard of a mansion is shown in Japanese dramas.

The Japanese think this thing can reflect Zen, so high-end courtyards must have this thing.

Zen, I feel very ritualistic when I hear this, right?

So Kazuma intends to restore this water supply. He thinks that this might bring some enhancements during cultivation.

He and Ma first studied the bamboo tube and found that it should not even be a mechanical device. It was extremely simple. As long as there was continuous dripping of water, it could resume operation.

He Ma looked at the device responsible for dripping water into the water, and found that there was a water pipe hidden in that thing - no, it should be said that it is strange that there is no water pipe.

He and Ma went along the water pipe and found the water inlet in the dried-up pond.

He looked for a stick and inserted it into the water inlet, stirred it up, and found that there should be something like a blade inside.

It seems that there is a small pump buried in the ground next to the pond, pumping the water up to add water.

Kazuma starts looking for a repair port to the pump - there must be a repair port, or what if the pump is broken?

"Brother, what are you doing?" Chiyoko's voice came from behind.

He Ma looked up and replied, "I want to restore the water filling operation."

Chiyoko raised her eyebrows: "Now? Aren't we going to sell the dojo?"

He Ma was speechless.

It's about to be sold, but I can't sell it now.

Chiyoko continued: "Furthermore, this thing has been broken for a long time. If it is to be repaired, I am afraid that the pump will have to be replaced. We don't have such spare money now."

He Ma naturally knew that he didn't have such spare money, he just wanted to try to see if he could repair it.

"Wait," he suddenly noticed the message in Chiyoko's words, "you know the pump is broken?"

"I know, Dad always wanted to fix it. Did you forget it, bro?"

Chiyoko said this, and Kazuma also remembered, as if there was a scene where Kiryu's father was busy repairing the pump.

Without Chiyoko's stimulation, he might not have remembered this for a while.

Since I remembered the scene where Kiryu's father repaired the pump, Kazuma also remembered where the maintenance port is.

He walked to an area beside the dry pond and stepped on it hard twice to make sure that the bottom was hollow. Then he used his foot to push aside the cherry blossom petals piled on the ground, so that the cover of the maintenance opening could be seen again.

Chiyoko: "Do you want to open the lid? I'll go get the key."

Saying that, she put the refreshments and tea in her hand on the ground, turned around and went back to the house.

A moment later, she came over with a large key ring with a row of keys hanging from it, and a long piece of cloth wrapped in her other hand.

He Ma asked curiously, "What is that?"

Chiyoko: "I don't know. When I went to get the key, I saw this thing in the warehouse. It should have been in there for a long time, so I took it out by the way... Look at the shape and feel, I think it is..."

Chiyoko was tossed, and a large cloud of dust caused her to cough, and she couldn't finish her words.

Kazuya took this long thing from Chiyoko right before.

It feels like a bundle of bamboo knives.

Kazuma put something on the ground, only to stir up another cloud of dust, forcing him to tactically back up.

Then and Ma Li untied the rope and opened the dusty cloth bag.

"Wooden knife..." Kazuma pulled one out, held it in his hand and observed it.

Obviously, this wooden knife has been used for a long time, and the handle part can even see the marks left by the hand sweat of the person holding the knife soaked on the wood for a long time.

Chiyoko: "I miss it so much. The use of wooden swords in our dojo was when my grandfather was still alive. My brother should have practiced with wooden swords when he was a child, right?"

As soon as Chiyoko said it, He Ma thought of the corresponding memory and automatically played it in his mind.

In the picture, the horse is still a five-year-old child, holding a wooden knife for adults, posing motionless in the middle of the sakura tree - this is training.

Grandpa Kiryu, dressed in a black kimono, looks exactly like the famous family elder in the Dahe drama. He folded his arms and looked at the young Kazuma solemnly.

On the edge of the edge, a petite woman sat on the edge of the edge, with her feet hanging down naturally, holding the baby in her arms—that should be Chiyoko.

Chiyoko: "I started learning kendo after my grandfather passed away. At that time, my father led the reform of the dojo and replaced wooden swords with bamboo swords. The course was also changed to the more popular competitive kendo. As a result, many of the original grandfather's students were , said 'This is obviously the ancient Liu Dojo, we are here to learn to draw swords and chop tree stumps, not to learn the soft sissy competitive kendo!'

"Then they left one by one."

Kazuma looks at the wooden knife in his hand—the exact name is a molded knife.

Chiyoko: "So Dad still kept the wooden sword."

"Well, fortunately he kept the wooden knife, and if Ji Dao comes again later, we can use the wooden knife to flatten them." He Ma paused.

"Well, I also thought that this might be a wooden knife, so I took it out. Sure enough, will it still conflict with Ji Dao~IndoMTL.com~ brother?"

Chiyoko looks worried: "Is it really useless to call the police?"

"You're still talking like this." Kazuma shrugged, "It can't be said that it's completely useless, at least the police are pressing down, and the extremists have to make some rules. It can't be completely forced. But , it is better to have some self-protection ability than nothing, and a wooden sword is better than a bamboo sword... Wait, since we used to be an ancient dojo, don't we have a real sword?"

Chiyoko: "There used to be some, but then my grandfather sold the famous swords he had in his collection in order to raise some money. As for the swords used for practice in the dojo, I remember that my father had indeed disposed of them all. Wooden knives are much more valuable."

It sounds like the Kiryu family's dojo has been declining since grandpa's generation.

As expected, the freezing three feet is not a day's cold.

Kazuma held the wooden sword, waved it a few times, and then said to Chiyoko: "Chiyoko, you haven't been trained to use a wooden sword, have you?"

"Well, the bamboo sword I've used since the beginning."

"Then come here, and I'll teach you. If something happens, I'm afraid you still need to look at my brother's back."

In the last fight against Jinshan Heitai, Chiyoko also played a lot of roles. Although she still called the target position according to the rules of kendo when she made a move, she was relatively immature, but after all, she defeated Jinshan Heitai. A knife that stabs a horse.

Chiyoko looked very happy, she took off her slippers and ran down the edge, stepping on the dirt in the yard.

"It's better to change the slippers you use in the yard." He Ma complained, "Come here, stand here with a wooden knife."

Next, Kazuma carefully instructs Chiyoko on how to use the wooden sword.

The wind blew through the yard, and the night cherry blossoms fell colorfully. The old cherry tree looked at the brother and sister quietly.