I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 10: I just did him a little favor

As soon as Kazuma finished speaking, Chiyoko walked around the cherry tree and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Who's here? Ah, Mr. Police, how are you?"

"The police brought back the knives and bamboo hats." Kazuma responded, carrying the plastic box containing the wooden knives on the ground with one hand - eighteen wooden knives are not very heavy.

Chiyoko rushed over to pick up the hat, and bowed to the police officers: "Thank you, everyone."

"You're welcome, then we're taking our leave, Mr. Kiryu, Miss Kiryu." The police officer saluted Kazuma, then got into the car with his men and ran away in a hurry.

Chiyoko looked suspiciously at the knife He Ma held in his hand: "What's wrong with this knife? Look at the decoration, this knife can't be cheap, it shouldn't be something from our family, right?"

Kazuma: "It is now."

Chiyoko took a second to understand this sentence, and then she gently pressed her forehead: "Okay, I understand, I think about it, there used to be a knife holder at home, but I don't know where to throw it... ...By the way, if you want to swing the knife, there must be a hanging shaft behind the knife holder, we don't have such a thing at home."

A hanging scroll should be hung behind the display rack of famous knives as a background. The hanging scroll can be either a word or a painting, preferably from a famous artist.

The more famous the sword, the more particular about this aspect.

Anyway, Japanese people like to pursue a particular style in these places.

The impoverished and refined atmosphere in Japan has directly fostered a very large group of "professionals". To be honest, the craftsmanship of these people may not be as good as the machines on the assembly line, but they are better than one.

The upper classes in Japan rely on this kind of attention to establish their identity, and their behavior, in turn, elevates the status of "professionals".

For example, flower arrangements. When Chinese people see the title of a certain flower arrangement celebrity, don't they think that he is a flower seller?

But in Japan, people are really more than just a flower seller. There are probably a bunch of rich wives and eldest misses studying in their flower arrangement classrooms. Going in is not the kind that the secretary picks up.

This number alone can save you decades of struggle.

There are also celebrities such as flower cards, shogi, tea ceremony, and even handicrafts such as paper fans, paper umbrellas, etc. All those linked to traditional skills have basically become a medium for dignitaries to show their status. .

Thanks to this relationship, they also became part of the upper class in Japan.

He Ma was actually quite envious of this Japanese mechanism, because although this mechanism is a legacy of feudalism, it preserves a lot of traditional craftsmanship and culture.

In contrast, Chinese traditional culture such as paper-cutting and shadow puppetry is almost gone.

Kazuma forced himself to stop thinking about his past life, and then began to think about this life: In this world, this kind of poverty has practical effects, I have to learn to listen to music, drink tea and watch Jingliu Li...

I don't know if listening to Peking Opera is effective.

In the last life, I watched Sha Jiabang's "Fight of Wisdom" with Ma after watching the movie "The Name of the People". I found it was really exciting and a little addictive.

What about "drinking the celebratory wine today", "Drinking a bowl of wine from my mother and feeling brave", and "dare to call the sun and the moon to change the sky", but it's over.

It would be great if listening to modern Peking Opera could also have a buff.

Hema was distracted, Chiyoko pushed Hema's: "Brother, the police officers are gone."

"Huh? Oh. Got it."

"Why have you been so distracted recently?" Chiyoko asked worriedly, "Not feeling well?"

"I'm comprehending the world." He Ma casually joked.

"You lied to me again." Chiyoko pouted and went back to the house with a hat.

And the horse followed.

When entering the dojo, the two girls were stunned, and their eyes fell on the knife in He Ma's hand.

"Is that... a real sword?" Mikako asked cautiously.

He and Ma moved the box containing the wooden knife to the ground, freeing up his hand to draw the knife directly.

The crisp sound of the knife being unsheathed made Mikako shrink her neck.

In fact, people will get goosebumps when they hear this thin metallic sound, which is similar to the reaction when they hear the sound of scraping an iron sheet with a fingernail.

Nanjo took a step forward and carefully observed the knife in Kazuma's hand: "Is this pattern an ancient sword? Look at the decoration, it's Bizen Longboat? But does Bizen Longboat have a character pattern?"

Kazuma looked at Nanjo-kun in surprise: "You actually know this?"

"Well, my father asked me to learn everything related to Chinese life."

Wait, knives are also related to Chinese life? Yes, the Chinese are the former warrior class, who used the sword to show their identity.

Nanjo-kun: "Is this a modern imitation knife? After all, it is really rare to see a Bizen long ship with a character pattern. This is usually an ornament only for knives forged by Gongqing's family."

Kazuma heard the low noise of the knife in his hand, buzzing.

Kazuma thought Nanjo-san, you should shut up, or I might be controlled by a knife and chop you up.

In order not to make any extras, and the horse put the knife back into the scabbard.

The humming of the knife also disappeared.

At this time, Chiyoko ran out of the warehouse holding a bunch of parts: "I found it. Sure enough, the knife holder is still left, which is strange, obviously the knife has been sold..."

Chiyoko put the disassembled knife holder on the ground, causing a lot of smoke and dust.

Chiyoko waved away the smoke and said, "Oh no, I have to wash it before assembling it. Brother, I'm going to wash this thing. You and two senior sisters should have lunch first."

Kazuma was called by the police to open the door in the middle of lunch~IndoMTL.com~ Chiyoko picked up the parts she just dropped and ran away.

"Really energetic, Chi-chan." Mikako sighed as she watched Chiyoko leave.

"Thousand sauce?"

"Yes, of course girls have to have cute nicknames, right? Or, do you want a sauce too? And horse sauce?"

Mikako looked at Kazuma with a grin.

"Well, it doesn't feel bad." Kazuma nodded, "You can shout like that if you want."

Nanjoo classmate: "Let's continue to eat with Ma-chan."

"Ah, ah!" Mikako pointed at Nanjo, "I thought of it first! It's clearly me!"

Nanjo-san ignored Mikako and walked straight to the edge where the bento box was still placed.

Kazuma looked at Mikako and said to her with his mouth: 'I testify is yours first. ’

Mikako stood up with a pouted mouth and headed towards the courtyard.

Nanjo, who went to the edge first, turned around and asked, "By the way, why do you suddenly have a knife? Chiyoko said that your family's economic situation is not very good, and this kind of ancient knife is too expensive to scare people?"

"Ah... well, it's a trophy." Kazuma can only explain, "I didn't act bravely, and then the person who got my help decided to give me this knife."

"So, it seems that classmates and Ma really helped each other a lot."

Nanjo-san has resumed the title of "Hema-san". It seems that she is really not used to calling a big man "XX sauce".

"Yes," He Ma responded with a smile, "I did give the client a huge help and relieved him from the big trouble that plagued him."

Eternal relief.

Although I didn't do it last time.