I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 110: Guests

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Next, the police in Kagoshima showed great work efficiency, tidying up the scene and turning it into a mourning hall.

Kawama seriously suspects that the Japanese police have developed special venue layout skills in the process of setting up their usual search headquarters.

The first action of the Japanese police when they encounter a major case is to set up a search headquarters, first select a large place, and rearrange an office space.

This habit may have continued since the Warring States Period. During the Warring States Period, when the daimyo fought, the flag book must be set up before the battle, that is, a place on the battlefield was circled, and the daimyo sat firmly in the middle army.

In short, after the police used their "professional skills" to clean up the venue, Kazuma wore a suit sent by the Nanjo family, and sat behind the table at the door as the last disciple to enter the room, next to him wearing black sleeves The old lady of Kamizumi in kimono.

"I wrote your name tag with a brush and hung it in the dojo." The old lady whispered, "As soon as guests enter the dojo gate, they will be able to see it."

And the horse nodded.

The old lady did this, which means that Kazuma is the last disciple of Shangquan Zhenggang's righteousness. This news will soon spread to the entire Japanese kendo world through the mourning bigwigs.

The old lady continued: "Today is only the first wave. The real French will have to wait for seven days. You can't leave. You are the only one of his disciples."

He Ma thought I was stupid to leave, what a chance to get familiar with each other.

And you can meet famous kendo from all over Japan. When you meet Beichen Yidao Liu, you can also make an appointment to ask people to give you some pointers.

Ever since I had no experience points in playing Bonami, Kazuma's Beichen Yidao-style level seemed to be stuck in the mud, rising very slowly.

On the contrary, Honami and the other apprentices, relying on their experience in brushing hippos, have grown up.

The old lady explained a series of precautions for reception.

Although Kazuma has never experienced a Japanese-style funeral, he inherited the memory of the original owner, who presided over the funeral of his parents as the eldest son just before his death.

So now Kazuma pulls this memory out of my mind, reviews it a bit, and then I understand it.

After the old lady Shangquan explained, she sighed, leaned back on the back of the chair, and pressed the wound on her shoulder with her hand.

"Are you all right..."

"It's fine. I hid for a while when I was cut yesterday. You must know that I used to practice kendo. I haven't practiced for so many years. I didn't expect that the memory of my body was still there, and I could save my life."

The old lady smiled self-deprecatingly.

And the horse: "It's like riding a bicycle. Once you learn it, you can always do it."

"Almost."

The old lady looked up at the sky and suddenly thought of something, so she asked Kazuma: "Speaking of which, your dojo is in Tokyo, does it occupy a large area? Is it a small dojo or..."

He Ma recalled the size of his home, and the memory of cleaning before the Spring Festival this year emerged.

Because the family was too big, and Takamizawa-senpai, who had not come to work part-time to earn rent at that time, was busy with Amo and Chiyoko for a whole day, and they hadn't finished cleaning yet.

In the end, I couldn't take it any longer with the candidate Ma, so I threw down the book and came to help, and finally it didn't drag on until the next day.

I don't know why Chiyoko is not very happy.

After reminiscing, Kazuma replied, "It's quite big. Not only do there are dojos and supporting warehouses, but there are also five rooms for the disciples."

In fact, I didn't say much about Ma, and I didn't include the same room as the concierge where Ah Mao lived.

According to Hema's recollection, the dojo used to have a room for apprentices to change clothes and shower. Later, when there were no apprentices, the water pipes were dismantled and used as storage rooms.

The old lady Shangquan frowned: "Is it quite big? It shouldn't be... Beichen Yidaoliu Daochang, in Tokyo...I should have heard of it."

He Ma looked embarrassed: "That...my family is a natural Lixinliu."

The old lady Shangquan frowned and looked at him: "Really?"

"Really." He Ma said with a wry smile, "But I have never been able to learn Lixinliu from my sister, so I started to learn other genres. My sister is indeed an orthodox Lixinliu inheritance."

However, Chiyoko has been practicing kendo with Homa recently, so she also started to roll back and play.

Li Xinliu is in Kiryu, probably gone.

Obviously, the old lady Shangquan entered the memory mode. She looked at the sky with her eyes out of focus, and said in her mouth: "Li Xinliu, Kiryu... Wait a minute, isn't your grandfather's name Kiryu Tatsuo?"

He Ma nodded: "Yes, do you know him?"

"I defeated him." The old lady Shangquan said lightly, "At that time, he was known as a foil swordsman, and he messed around with flowers, and then got on me, so I defeated him."

Hema: "Ah...this..."

"He actually has a dojo, I thought he was bragging for the sake of picking up girls."

He Ma looked embarrassed: "It's really not bragging. But... my family's dojo has been declining since my grandfather's generation, and there are not many apprentices as long as I can remember."

"That's right." The old lady Shangquan shook her head, and then changed the conversation, "However, he can have a grandson like you, which means that Kiryu's lifeline should not die."

No, no, it's actually over. If I didn't change my life against the sky, the dojo would be gone, and Chiyoko wouldn't know which pole he was sold to...

Of course it was impossible for Kazuma to say this, and he could only go along with the old lady beside him.

At this time, a black car can be seen parked in front of the door across the low wall of the door.

"Help me up," the old lady said.

When Hema helped the old lady up, the door of the sedan opened, and the person who got down made Hema stunned.

Hiro Nanjo, the grandfather of Honami Nanjo, got out of the car, glanced at the courtyard, and finally settled on Kazuma.

The old man was dressed in a black kimono with white flowers on his chest, clearly coming prepared.

"Who is this?" Mrs. Shangquan asked Hema directly.

Kawama: "Let me introduce, this is the grandfather of my apprentice Honami Nanjo, the chairman of the board of directors of the Nanjo Foundation..."

Nantou walked into the courtyard gate and bowed to the old lady Shangquan: "Mrs. Shangquan, I'm very sorry for visiting without an appointment."

The old lady Shangquan waved her hand: "It doesn't matter, after all, he is a related person of my husband's disciple. Please sign here. My husband has not made up yet, so today you can only see him through a layer of cloth. ."

Hiro Nanjo nodded solemnly, and after writing his name, he turned back and motioned for his attendants to place the wreath in the most conspicuous position.

And Ma Miao understands that this wreath is placed in such a conspicuous position that latecomers can see it and know that he has visited Nanjo Hiro.

The old man is fine.

At this time, Bonami came out: "Grandpa, why are you here?"

"My grandson-in-law candidate's master passed away, how could I not come," the old man said.

Honami's face turned red all of a sudden: "Grandpa, I haven't decided yet."

Hiro Nanjo glanced at Kazuma with a "you can do it" expression.

Honami: "Go and admire this way."

"Yes." Nanjo Hiro nodded, then bowed slightly to the old lady Kamizumi, and said to Honami, "Let's lead the way."

As soon as Nanjoo and grandson left, the old lady Shangquan said to Hema: "The offensive is very fierce. Will you be able to see the parents of your other apprentices later?"

He Ma shook his head: "It probably won't."

Mikako's mother, Ms. Fujii, might come to join in the fun if she found out, but the problem is that she probably doesn't know yet.

Mikako isn't the kind of mom-and-boy character who calls home whenever she has anything to do, and now she can only make phone calls on landlines, which is terribly troublesome.

Theoretically, Qingliu is no longer at home. Although Sakata Yukiko treats her like a daughter, she hopes that Qingliu will no longer be related to the pole, so she will never come to her.

As for Tamamo, her "parents" are coming over, which is horrible.

He Ma and the old lady chatted a few more times, and the second luxury car stopped at the door again.

The man who came down was a man in his fifties, wearing glasses and exuding the temperament of an office worker.

"Ms. Shangquan, your condolences." As soon as the visitor entered the door, he showed a very appropriate expression and said to the old lady.

He Ma noticed that the man's gaze glanced in his direction, but was clearly not focused on him.

This person should be looking at the wreath of Hiroshi Nanjo behind the horse.

The old lady Shangquan held the hand of the person who came: "Take your trouble, Governor of Fujiwara Prefecture."

He Ma took a beat before he reacted.

The county governor?

This person is the Governor of Kagoshima Prefecture?

While I was in a daze with Ma, Governor Fujiwara finished chatting, and turned to look at He Ma and asked, "This is..."

"This is my son's last disciple, Kiryu and Ma."

"Oh!" The county governor's expression changed immediately, "I've heard his name!"

He Ma Xin think you can play it, you, the dignified governor of the county, I don't believe that you didn't understand the ins and outs on the way here.

On the surface, he fully cooperated with the county governor: "You actually know me? It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The hero of Osaka, of course I know."

I don't know if it was intentional or not. My story with Ma Mingming in Tokyo is more, and it's also public, but this one only mentions Osaka.

Because I'm from Kansai?

Many Kansai people think that Osaka and Kyoto are the capitals of Japan, and Tokyo is just the office.

At this time, the old lady Shangquan helped Hema explain: "He just took the latest Yulong Banner, and my old man called him to come over to celebrate. Who knows, alas."

Governor Fujiwara nodded repeatedly: "Oh, yes, this morning's newspaper said, Jade Dragon Banner! And he also has a title, Apple Sword Saint! It is said that the apple on his head took the Jade Dragon Banner's champion and dare to fight."

He Ma raised his eyebrows, he obviously only beat the high school with the apple, how could he be the whole audience with the apple.

On second thought, the news is not surprising, it's not uncommon to do this for eyeballs.

If I let my old friend Takashi Hanafang make a splash on the weekly magazine Fang Chun, I'm afraid it's going to be too much.

The county governor said something else, giving time for his entourage to move the wreath to the door and place it next to the wreath sent by Hiroshi Nanjo.

"Then, I'm in." Governor Fujiwara said as the wreath was set.

The old lady nodded, and then said to Mikako, who was temporarily serving as a guide, "Let's lead the way."

Mikako looks so restrained, and her words are a bit awkward: "Governor, please come here."

Fortunately, her appearance is perfect, even if she stammered or something, she wouldn't embarrass the Juggernaut family.

The county governor nodded, followed Mikako to the dojo in the courtyard, and entered the dojo through the courtyard.

Although Kazuma was blocked by the entrance of the house and couldn't see the situation in the yard, he could hear the prefectural governor's greetings after meeting Nanjo Hiro in the yard.

Before he could listen carefully, a new visitor arrived.

The president of the West Japan Kendo Association, Kawamoto Genji, got out of the car and glanced at the juggernaut's residence with a complicated expression. He stood at the door and waited for a few seconds before stepping into the door.

The old lady Shangquan was not as enthusiastic as the two guests just now. She just stood behind the sign-in table and looked at Chuan Ren coldly.

Chuanren arrived at the table, didn't speak, just stood there and looked at Mrs. Shangquan.

He Ma thought it was not good to be so cold, so he pushed the signature book forward and whispered, "Sign in here, and put the wreath there."

Chuanren glanced at He Ma: "So, you really became the old man's apprentice? Be careful, being the old man's apprentice is a bit wicked."

The old lady Shangquan shouted sharply: "Yuansi, don't say a word!"

Chuan Ren Yuansi opened his hands and showed a French military salute: "Okay, I won't say it. I still respect the old man himself. Today I am just coming here as one of his juniors, thanking him for meeting me in the past. He pointed me when I was at a bottleneck."

The old lady Kamizumi picked up the pen on the table and slapped it in front of Yuansi Chuan Ren.

Chuanren signed his name, and suddenly approached Kazuma: "Shima Inaba's son, you killed it, right? I have received news that the police chief has already boarded the plane in Narita, and there is still an hour left. will land at Kagoshima International Airport.”

Kawama: "I didn't kill anyone, it was an accident. The third young master Shimo Inaba wore a lot of metal on his body during the thunderstorm, so he was struck by lightning."

Kuanren Yuanji smiled: "This is Kyushu, and everyone knows the story of Tachibana Daoxue using a sword to strike a thunderbolt."

Kawama: "That's just a legend. The actual situation may be that Daoxue Tachibana was struck by lightning, and half of his body is disabled. Look at me, do you have any disability?"

Wonji Chuanren laughed even more happily: "If it was me before I realized the unity of mind and skill, I would probably agree with you. Now, I'll just ask you, would you mind performing Rachel for me?"

And Ma was not surprised.

The word raikie has long existed in Japan~IndoMTL.com~ The origin is Tachibana Dosuki splitting thunder with a knife.

Later Naruto was just borrowing everything.

He Ma is just borrowing, maybe the sword move that Tachibana Daoxue understood back then was called this name.

He grinned at Yuanji Chuan Ren: "If there is a chance, definitely."

"Then I'll draw the knife now, isn't the opportunity coming?" Chuan Ren Yuansi said with a smile.

The old lady finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted angrily: "Kuanren Yuansi! Be disciplined! Don't make trouble at this time!"

Kuanren Yuanji immediately raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender: "Okay, I know."

At this time, his wreath was also placed, so he patted Hema on the shoulder and turned to look at Qingliu, who was in charge of leading the way: "Oh, this time is the little one leading the way, I and your master... I mean your last master, the Shinto Wunianliu, my current record with him is 13 victories."

Qing Liu said with a stern face: "Oh. Let's go this way."

Kuanren Yuanji shrugged and followed the stern-faced Qingliu into the yard.

He Ma heard Nanjo Hiroshi and his chatter again, and it is estimated that Nanjoo old man deliberately stayed in the yard more, just to chat more with the most prominent people.

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