I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 11: White Moonlight
After lunch, Kazuma put Chiyoko on the cleaned knife holder.
The Kiryu family's dojo was built according to traditional specifications, with a place reserved for displaying knives and nails for hanging scrolls on the walls.
He Ma put the knife holder in place, placed the knife on it, and stepped back to see the effect.
Sure enough, the wall behind the knife was empty, and it felt like something was missing.
Mikako: "I don't understand the complicated rules, but...is this something missing?"
Nan Tiao: "Without the hanging scroll, there should be a hanging scroll behind the knife that shows the owner's aspirations or hobbies."
Clap hands with Ma Meng: "Hobby, yes, hobby!"
He strode out of the dojo, leaving the three girls with inexplicable faces on the ground.
A moment later, Kazuma came in with a poster of his current idol, Seiko Matsuko.
Although this Seiko Matsuri is one word different from the name of a Japanese national female idol in Ma and Ma's life, Kazuma knows at a glance that this is probably the "deity" of this time and space.
It is normal that there are slight differences in different time and space.
He Ma hung the poster of the Son of Song on the wall behind the knife holder, took two steps back and looked at his results, nodded and said, "Well, not bad!"
He turned around to ask the girls for their opinions, but found that the girls were all looking at him with a freak look.
Chiyoko: "Brother, are you serious?"
"Seriously, I want to hang something that highlights the ambition of the owner of the sword, isn't my ambition to marry Song Shengzi not too ambitious?"
Chiyoko looked helpless. She glanced at Nanjo and Mikako, and found that Mikako was already fiddling with her temples. She was obviously considering whether to perm the same hairstyle as Matsuko.
Nanjo-san was indifferent, just looked at Kazuma with a smile: "Seiko-san is very cute, and the songs are also very good, I will listen to her songs secretly."
"Eavesdropping?" and Ma keenly grasped the key words.
"Well, my dad... my dad said it was an extravagant voice."
"Then what do you usually listen to?" Mikako asked suspiciously.
"Bach." Nanjo-san said lightly.
Mikako sat directly on the floor of the dojo, lay back, and put on a large letter: "Ah no! I can't play this game! I surrendered, run over me, history. Wheels!"
Chiyoko: "I think the current Fujii-senpai is also very cute. Right bro?"
Kazuma didn't understand why Chiyoko came out to help Mikako at this time, but he understood when he saw Chiyoko's expression.
Chiyoko has the word "tuition fee" written all over her face.
"Uh, yes, the elegant white plum fragrance is naturally great, but the sunflowers from the neighbor's house also have a different flavor. Hmm." He Ma said.
Nanjo-san kept a calm smile.
He Ma decides to divert the topic - it feels worse to talk about this again, which famous melody "Sail to the Other Side of Sadness" is already playing in his mind - aka Makoto Ito Execution Song.
"Nanjo-san listens to Bach, so are you still learning piano or something?"
"Well, I play the piano."
He Ma thought to himself, okay, you can come and give me a buff in the future.
He asked greedily: "Then, can you play shamisen?"
I remember that Soichiro Uesugi had a buff from Shamisen on his head.
"Well, my father said it was a skill only a geisha would learn, so he didn't let me learn it."
He Ma scratched his head, the props needed for the piano are too bulky, to add buffs, you have to find the piano first. If you have a shamisen, it is much simpler. convenient.
Kazuma recalled the BUFF he saw on Soichiro Uesugi that day, and asked, "Nanjo-san, do you know how to do tea ceremony?"
Nanjo shook his head: "I have studies, but I think my level is far from 'Yes'."
"I see." He Ma was speechless.
It seems that this buff is not easy to get together.
The point is, now I don't know how strong it is to add buffs to people. Whether it is to pull a person who can play the piano or shamisen to play it, there will be buffs, or it needs to have the strength of a celebrity or above.
He Ma felt that he needed a talented person, and it was impossible to get a buff by simply pulling someone who could play the piano.
So it's still too early to join BUFF, the time is not ripe, first pass the college entrance examination, enter the Metropolitan Police Department and become a professional group, with money and power, it's not too late to join these slowly.
He Ma plans to put all these down first and start the afternoon practice - the tuition fees for the two girls seem to be fixed, so they must really teach others things.
He turned around, and was about to assume the posture of a teacher, when the doorbell rang again in the direction of the entrance.
——What the hell, why are so many people here today?
Traveling with Ma until now, they usually have no guests at all, but today this is the fourth wave of guests.
Kazuma picked up the wooden knife again, ready to swagger to the entrance to answer the door.
Unexpectedly, the guests had already run into the yard and appeared under the cherry blossom tree.
Kazuma frowned, looking at the uninvited guests who were obviously bad boys who broke in.
Chiyoko watched the situation, silently picked up the sword in front of Matsuko's poster, ran behind Kazuma, and was ready to hand the sword to her brother at any time.
When the bad guys saw Chiyoko approaching with a sword in their hands, they all showed fear on their faces.
The leader shouted: "Wait a minute! We're not here to make trouble!"
As he spoke, he knelt down on the ground, took out a thick kraft paper envelope and held it over his head: "Please accept us as apprentices, master craftsmen!"
After an "oh" with Ma, I understand. Although he has no impression of it, he can infer by logic. These bad guys should have been at the scene "that night" and directly witnessed the heroic appearance of the dismantling team with Ma. .
He Ma had thought before that they could develop students from the bad things that night, but I didn't expect this group of people to come to the door by themselves.
He wanted to laugh, but he had to be serious.
Now there are girls watching from behind, this apprentice can't be accepted so easily, he has to be a little bit aggressive.
After all, this world, with a sense of ritual and force, will become stronger. If you do something compelling, maybe there will be a buff.
Kazuma thought about what to do to make it stand out as he stepped forward and took the kraft paper envelope.
When I opened it up, I saw a lot of banknotes of various denominations.
Kazuma understood in an instant.
Eighty percent of the money was extorted from the students in the school.
Originally, Kazuma was thinking about how to accept this group of little brothers in order to be competitive, but now he directly dismissed the idea.
He threw the kraft paper envelope on the ground: "Damn! Do you think I'll take this kind of extortion money? Look at you guys! No need for fame! Get out!"
"Master!"
"Who the **** is your master?" He immediately kicked the bad face in front of him, "Give me a mellow get out! Don't force me to draw a knife!"
Chiyoko hurriedly ran up: "Brother, knife."
She also pushed the knife away a little - it was easier to pull.
It was this slight push that caused the knife to make a crisp sound.
"Amao, run!" Several delinquent teenagers who were kneeling a little further away rushed up, grabbed the one who was kneeling in front of Hema, and ran out of the yard.
He Ma picked up the envelope they left out, strode up to chase after them and threw it to them: "Take your stinky money! Take it back and return it to your extortion target! Don't **** show up in my sight again! Otherwise I will I'll cut you all to pieces and send them to the juvenile detention center!"
Several bad guys ran without looking back. One of them ran a few steps and then turned back to pick up the envelope that Hema had thrown, and turned back to continue running.
Soon all the bad ones disappeared.
**
Shigeru Ikeda and his party ran out of the way and stopped.
Miura patted Shigeru Ikeda on the shoulder: "Amo, forget it, if we don't learn kendo, we are the best in the entire Ge Clan, and no one dares to provoke us. Wouldn't you be happy with this money to buy cigarettes and alcohol? ?"
"Hmph, that person pretended to be just as if he was righteous, and he was not a jerk." Asano said, he took out his comb and began to sort out the messed up nose of the plane, "Jekyo must be a thousand worse than us. 10,000 times, and they will go to **** first.”
"Have you seen the girls around him~IndoMTL.com~?" Ijiang showed a thief look on his face, "They're all so big, hee hee hee. Oops! Ah Mao, why did you hit me?"
Shigeru Ikeda didn't speak, grabbed the kraft paper envelope in Miura's hand, and strode forward.
"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry? Are you going to dance? The money in the envelope can be enjoyed overnight!" Miura caught up with Shigeru Ikeda and was about to take his shoulder, but Shigeru Ikeda avoided him.
Miura frowned and looked at Shigeru Ikeda: "Hey, don't you?"
"I'm going to return the money to its original owner." Shigeru Ikeda said decisively.
"Isn't it? What's wrong with you? If someone says a few words, you really want to be a prodigal son?"
Ikeda Shigeru didn't answer, but strode forward.
He wasn't lost.
Before that night, he thought that the heroes on TV were all liars, whether Mito Huangmen or a mask came to fight, they were all fake.
But that night, in the dark, Shigeru Ikeda met the real hero.
HERO exists!
Although that HERO didn't have a shapeshifter and didn't ride a motorcycle, he, like the Kamen Rider on TV, broke into the villain's lair alone and faced the tide of villains alone.
Shigeru Ikeda clearly remembers that day when lightning flashed and the sword light appeared in the darkness.
The clear outline is like the white moonlight guiding the way forward.
From that moment on, the world that Shigeru Ikeda thought was so bad didn't seem so bad anymore.
Just because he knew that HERO existed.
Shigeru Ikeda wants to follow the white moonlight.
Shigeru Ikeda doesn't want to be a fighter for an evil organization, he wants to be a hero.