I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 45: Dawn of the Dragon

On Monday, Kiryu and Ma went to the Koshikawa girl to pick up her sister as usual, but as soon as they saw the gate of the Koshikawa girl, Chiyoko ran over.

"Brother! It's not good! Nanjo-san, she is said to be dropping out!"

He Ma opened his mouth wide. Although he had a hunch that Nanjo didn't participate in the Kendo club training last Friday, it was probably a blind date or something, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

While he was surprised, he heard the sound of smacking his lips beside him.

Chairman: "Tsk."

He Ma turned his head to look at the chairman, who closed the shorthand book in his hand under his gaze, then took off his glasses.

In Hema's memory, this was the first time the chairman took off his glasses.

Jinguji Tamamo looked directly at Kiryu and Ma, and said softly, "Wu Yun is prosperous."

He Ma frowned: "What?"

The sound of brakes is heard from behind.

Looking back, it was a plain looking Honda family RV.

Butler Suzuki sat in the driver's seat, rolled down the car window and shouted to Hema: "It's an emergency, get in the car, let's go to the dojo to talk in detail."

Kazuma: "Uh... not?"

He already had a premonition of an emergency.

——Isn't it, I'm going to play Nanjo's house this time? But I didn't have a good mood this time...

Although he was complaining, Kazuma went directly to the co-pilot position.

Chiyoko got into the back seat more swiftly than him, and then asked bluntly: "Is it Nanjo-senpai's business?"

"Yeah." Butler Suzuki didn't wait for Ma and his seat belts to fasten, and the car sped out with a kick of the accelerator.

After a while, Kiryu Dojo.

Shigeru Ikeda, who had just finished his part-time job and came to the dojo to take a class, was standing at the entrance of the dojo eating steamed buns when he was sprayed with mud by the RV that suddenly braked.

The bun he took a bite in had completely turned into a muddy bun.

"Hey!" Although he was no longer doing bad things, Shigeru Ikeda shouted out of anger over the loss of dinner, "Fuck! Hey, master? What's wrong?"

The group of people who got off the car ignored him and hurried into the dojo.

Shigeru Ikeda looked at the steamed bun in his hand, sighed, and threw it at the stray dog ​​who was watching not far away, chasing everyone into the dojo.

**

In the dojo, Suzuki's butler explained the situation to Kazuma in a very simple way, but in a way that still allows people to fully grasp the situation.

He Ma frowned: "So, she had to marry a bad guy and was also deprived of the right to go to college? This Nanjo Hiro seems to have limited love for his granddaughter."

"Absolutely not!" Butler Suzuki's voice raised an octave. "My lord's love for the eldest miss is many, many times more than for the rest of the family. It's just that he can't sit back and watch the Nanjo family get hit hard."

and Ma scratched their heads.

At this time, Shigeru Ikeda asked Chiyoko in a low voice, "Sister, what is this, why don't I understand?"

"You will understand when you are admitted to Dongda University." "Big sister" Chiyoko said, "Shut up and sit right."

Shigeru Ikeda closed his mouth and sat upright, very obedient.

Kazuma then looked away from Shigeru Ikeda and looked at Butler Suzuki.

"What do you mean by coming to me? Let me cut in to save people? Why don't you do it yourself."

Just kidding, the old butler is level 67 in karate, and Ma Ke doesn't think he can compare to the old butler in terms of personal combat power.

Butler Suzuki sank his face: "That's the worst case. The current lady is very stubborn, and at Matsuya's apology banquet later, if Yasun Asakura does anything again, she will likely bite her tongue and commit suicide. This is my judgment.

"So, if everything is irreversible, the old man will go all the way in and send the young lady out. In fact, I have arranged for the young lady's hiding place for the next five years. However, I don't want to take this step yet, and I can't keep an eye on the lady at the apology banquet, and there is a possibility that the tragedy will happen in an instant and cannot be stopped."

He Ma nodded solemnly.

If he had just crossed over, he would probably have the idea of ​​"what does this have to do with me" at this time.

But it's different now.

Now he can't turn a blind eye to his friend in crisis.

Moreover, he is Nanjo Honami's master.

Master Master, one day is a teacher and a lifetime is a father.

So there is no need to hesitate, this is what should be done, what must be done.

Not as a boyfriend, but as a teacher of Kiryu Dojo, the teacher of Honami Nanjo, he has something to do.

"Tell me, tell me what I can do." He Ma asked in a deep voice, his voice very calm, reminiscent of Tsuda Gumi's day.

**

Steward Suzuki stared at Kiryu and Ma. He felt a chilling aura in this seventeen-year-old boy.

Sure enough, there is nothing wrong, it is not the old guy Suzuki who has one foot in the grave who can save the young lady, but the young man in front of him.

Butler Suzuki took a deep breath.

He said: "There is a dragon that is old, its minions are dull, its scales are falling off, and there is only one tooth left. of power, but there is no doubt that his time has passed.

"The spooky sprite peeps at the treasure he guards and covets his precious granddaughter. And he no longer has the energy to guard everything.

"Every day, every day, he lives in nostalgia for his past glory, and every day, every day, he spends his last days in vain."

Butler Suzuki stopped and looked at Kiryu and Ma.

"The Nanjo Hiro I know will not kneel to that kind of thing. The Nanjo Hiro I know has gold under his knees!

"Now, he will be admired and admired by Senator Asakura, but he was not at all disdainful of these back then. His enemies will never praise him, never, his enemies will only fear him!

"The dragon of the Nanjo family is old, but maybe someone can remind him of his youth."

**

After Kiryu and Ma quietly listened to Mr. Suzuki's statement, he probably understood Mr. Suzuki's expectations for him.

"I thought you would say that you want me to show my worth to Mr. Nanjo, and let him believe that it's worth offending the congressman for me."

"Hmph, how could it be possible to offend a member of Congress for the sake of a poor teacher at a dojo, a seventeen-year-old boy with an uncertain future?" Mr. Suzuki asked, "No, no one with an IQ would do this. Like Masahiro Nanjo. Even less political animals.

"So the only chance to win is to remind Nanjo Hiroshi of who he used to be.

"If even you...even you can't do this, then you can only implement the last plan. I promised the eldest lady, even if I risk this old life, I will save her from the miserable life. Saved from marriage! So ~IndoMTL.com~ please!"

Butler Suzuki put his three fingers together and knocked his head on the wooden floor of the dojo, making a loud noise.

Kiryu and Ma smacking their lips.

To be honest, he has absolutely no idea how to make Mr. Nanjo Hiroshi remember who he used to be.

But he didn't hesitate.

He decided to ignore old Suzuki's cryptic statement and think about the problem from a more practical point of view.

——As long as Mr. Nanjo Hiroshi believes that investing in his Kiryu and Ma, the rate of return is dozens or hundreds of times that of investing in the son of that Senator, that's it!

As for how to make Mr. Nanjo believe this, hey, it's just bragging.

Kiryu and Ma Sheng are senior business representatives of foreign trade companies, and they are best at bragging about their products to foreigners.

Only this time, the boasted product was replaced by himself.

He Ma Yi patted his thigh and stood up: "Okay! Let's go!"

Chiyoko stood up immediately and went to get a knife, and Kazuma stopped her: "No, I won't need a knife tonight. Wu Neng can cut the enemy in front of the battle, and Wen Neng can fight against the Confucianism with his tongue. He is the man."

Chiyoko looked at Kazuma: "Brother, you can speak Chinese again!"

He Ma Zhuang didn't hear and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" The old man Suzuki opened the suitcase he had been carrying. "This is a suit, made to suit your body. It will never look shabby on any occasion. I think..."

"I don't need it!" He Ma refused, with a confident smile on his face, "Who do you think I am?

"I am also a dragon, and my dragon scales are the grandest costume.

"Lead the way, old man."

Outside the dojo, the sound of rain was pattering, and the incense of white plums, which had been absent, could not go away.