I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 4: The beginning of summer vacation

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Da Zhang Weiming returned to his studio from the Kiryu Dojo, picked up the score that night, and showed it to his assistant.

"Is this Kiryu-sensei's work?" the assistant asked with a glance.

Dazhang was very strange, because the score he wrote did not indicate the creator, so he asked: "How do you know?"

"There are similar works in Kiryu-sensei's work that Weekly Fang Chun pirated, but the sound quality of the recording is very poor, and it is not as amazing as this one. It seems that this song is finally completed."

Da Zhang Weiming made an "oh" and then muttered: "It turned out that it wasn't improvisation on the spot, it was an idea long ago. It's okay, otherwise, I don't know how many people's self-esteem will be completely shattered."

The assistant asked strangely: "Mr. Zhang, what happened?"

The assistant has a slightly Mutsu-ish accent.

Da Zhang Weiming recounted what had just happened in the Kiryu Dojo, and the assistant immediately admired: "As expected of Mr. Kiryu, he really is a figure who wants to shock the Japanese pop music scene, why should such a person be He went to the Metropolitan Police Department at the University of Tokyo, and he fought with those dangerous elements all day long. He wrote songs with peace of mind, which is the greatest contribution to the world.”

Da Zhang Weiming sighed: "Maybe this is the gap between you and Mr. Kiryu. Do you know the six arts of gentlemen in China?"

"You mean the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Da Zhang Weiming shook his head: "No, no, that's not it. The great writers and thinkers of ancient China all had to be proficient in riding, archery and swordsmanship. Confucius himself is said to be good at driving chariots, while poet Li Bai learned from childhood Martial arts, that's why I can go out with a smile and go out, one person and one sword to go around the world."

The assistant's eyes widened: "Is that so?"

"That's it, so Kiryu-sensei, who has been through life and death several times, can write things that we can't write. On the way back, I comforted myself like this: If the price of acquiring this talent is to be born and die again and again, then I still choose to be an arranger sitting in my music room scratching my head for inspiration.”

Da Zhang Weiming shook his head with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

At this time, the assistant said, "Would Mr. Zhang try to listen to this class?"

The assistant handed out a flyer.

"What?" Da Zhang Weiming asked suspiciously.

"I sent it along with the letter today. I thought it was an advertising letter, so I just tore it open. This leaflet is inside."

Da Zhang Weiming took the leaflet suspiciously and read out the text: "Are you still worried about lack of inspiration? The meditation course will take you to get rid of distracting thoughts and follow the trail of the God of Music."

After reading it, he directly patted his assistant's head: "Are you an idiot? How can such a suspicious flyer be taken seriously!"

After speaking, Da Zhang Weiming threw the flyer into the paper shredder next to the workbench - this shredder was used to process the waste manuscripts that Da Zhang Weiming usually wrote songs.

In the past, he always threw scraps of manuscripts into a ball and threw them aside, often dropping scraps of paper all day. So the assistant bought this shredder and cleaned the shredded paper in the shredder regularly.

The shredder senses that paper has been thrown in, and immediately starts working, cutting the flyers into vermicelli-like strips and placing them in the attached basket.

**

On Kazuma's side, Honami dragged her suitcase to check in the next afternoon.

In addition to the suitcase, Honami also brought a watermelon and carried it into the house in a net bag.

He Ma salivates when he sees the watermelon. Watermelons are really expensive here in Japan, and poor families are reluctant to eat them.

Chiyoko saw the watermelon at a glance, and immediately greeted her: "I'll take it to the water and let it cool."

"What kind of water do you put it in? Put a knife in half in the refrigerator!" Hema is still Chinese, and he plans to eat it with a spoon.

Cut and eat so much watermelon juice, what a waste!

Chiyoko looked embarrassed: "Cut it in half? Put it in the refrigerator? Isn't this... inappropriate?"

In Japan, watermelons are generally cut into pieces before they are put in. The way to cool the watermelon before cutting is to get a pot of tap water and put the watermelon in it to cool down.

He Ma doesn't know why the Japanese do this, and he doesn't want to follow this habit, so he puts on the attitude of the head of the family: "Just do as I say, and if there is no space in the refrigerator, put it in the refrigerator first if there is no need to refrigerate it. take out.”

Chiyoko: "Okay...well, you have the final say."

She went to the kitchen with the watermelon.

Honami left her luggage and everything to the butler Suzuki, and then she stood in front of Kazuma and lightly brushed her hair.

Kawama: "Have a new hairstyle?"

"Well, a professor at school that I respected told me that my previous hairstyle gave me the feeling that I would be married as soon as I graduate, not like a modern woman at all."

Honami used to have a traditional princess head, but now she has changed to a trendy hairstyle brought by Matsuko, and she does look more like a modern professional woman than before.

He joked with Ma: "You change your hairstyle as soon as you change it. Didn't your grandfather get angry?"

"I'm so angry, but I'm not afraid." Bonami showed a confident smile, "Anyway, I've even pushed the marriage, so I'm not afraid. I just took this opportunity to show off with my grandfather, saying that I want to run for election. MP, like Mrs Thatcher."

He Ma raised his eyebrows, he could already imagine the appearance of Nanjoo's blood vessels bursting.

Honami took a picture of Kazuma and said, "It's alright, my grandfather and I have reconciled, so I didn't hide because I broke down with my family.

" Butler Suzuki yelled at my grandfather this time, 'Xiao Hiro, as a parent, shouldn't I go all out to support Honami' 'Eriko will cry when I see you now narrow-minded', but I was frightened It's a jump."

He Ma Wenyan couldn't help but glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor. Butler Suzuki should be putting luggage on the second floor.

"How could that old man Suzuki do this?" he asked suspiciously.

"I'm also shocked that my grandfather is actually called 'Xiao Hiro'." Honami couldn't help laughing after saying this, revealing the neat teeth rarely seen in Japanese women.

And the horse also laughed. Nanjo Hiroshi is such a majestic old man, and it really doesn't match the name X sauce.

"But in short, the result is good and everything is fine!" Bonami paused and touched her bangs again, "You haven't told me how this hairstyle is."

He Ma gave a thumbs up: "Very good, hurry up and go to the dojo to show the original text of Bizen Nagfune, he must have liked it."

Honami laughed and hit Kazuma, apparently taking it as a joke.

She bent down, took off her shoes and put on slippers, and then rolled up Hema's arms naturally: "Take me to see the house I'm going to live in for the next two months."

"Please, my honorable lady." Kazuma posed in a British style, speaking in English while making a please gesture towards the wooden stairs of his house.

Honami nodded, and followed Kazuma's lead up to the second floor.

"In the first room, Takamizawa-senpai... By the way, didn't you live on the second floor for the pajama party before?" Kazuma suddenly remembered this, "I don't need to introduce it to you again. Well."

"Oh, the process still has to go, and we all slept in Qingliu's current room at that time, and we didn't go next door."

He Ma wanted to shrug, but his shoulders are now under load, and his upper arms are stuck in the mud like the German army in front of Moscow, unable to shrug.

The door to Qingliu's room was wide open, revealing all the furnishings inside.

Although she has only lived for a few weeks, the room is completely dyed in her color, with open music magazines thrown everywhere, read comics thrown aside, and the bedding rolls on the floor. Did not receive.

Her break is placed in the corner, with a changed vest thrown on it.

In a word, it looks very rock and roll. If you leave it alone, it will probably pile up into mountains and "grow" cockroaches and mice.

Honami: "It seems that Seiryu has completely adapted to the life in the dojo."

Kazuma: "Chiyoko, come to see Qingliu's room..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps, and then Qingliu, who was wearing a small vest and denim pants, rushed to the second floor, because the rush was too fast and her ponytails were flying high. rise.

"I'll pack up right away! Xiaoqian, don't come up! Give me half an hour!"

After speaking, Qingliu glared at Hema fiercely, rushed into her room, and slammed the door shut.

Honami smiled and said: "It's really energetic, I can't see that I just experienced that kind of thing not long ago."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qingliu opened a door and stared at Honami: "Yes, I'm super strong, understand."

He Ma: "Okay, we understand. Next time you're lonely at night, don't get into my bed."

"I didn't get into it!" Ching Liu shouted, then slammed the door shut.

Honami: "Did she drill?"

"No." He Ma looked regretful, and then he changed the subject, "Honami, aren't you hot like this?"

Honami: "It's okay, but if you are hot with Ma, then..."

She let go of Hema's arm, and the part of her clothes that was just close to Hema was soaked with sweat.

Honami: "I'll change my clothes later. It should be much better to wear cool clothes like Seiryu."

At this time, Hema doubted the necessity of buying an air conditioner.

Like--no air conditioning isn't bad?

At this time, Butler Suzuki came out from 203, where Honami was staying, and said to her, "Miss, the room is ready."

"Okay." Honami left her and Ma and entered her room.

He and Ma followed, and as soon as they entered, they found a bed in the house.

"What is this bed?"

He Ma asked in surprise that everyone in Kiryu Dojo used the traditional Japanese way of sleeping, sleeping on the floor with bedding rolls, and packing up the bedding rolls when they woke up.

Although Kazuma habitually uses words like "getting out of bed" and "getting up", Kiryu Dojo has no bed at all.

Honami: "This should have just been assembled. I'm still used to sleeping in bed."

He Ma recalled the luggage that Suzuki's butler had just brought up: although the suitcase was large, it was obviously not big enough to fit a bed.

Honami immediately understood what Kazuma was wondering, and explained directly: "The parts of the bed were sent from the window."

He Ma was shocked, and hurried to the window to look down, just in time to see a crane retracting the load-bearing bracket and switching to walking mode.

Although he has seen Honami's very knowledgeable in certain aspects over and over again, this is too very knowledgeable!

Honami also came to his side, looking out from shoulder to shoulder: "The scenery is surprisingly good, obviously it's only the second floor."

He Ma said with a wry smile: "That's because a lot of the surrounding houses have been demolished, so the view will naturally be better. When the buildings built by Sumitomo are built, the view will not be better."

Although Sumitomo Construction has promised that the new apartment building will be kept at a distance from the dojo so as not to affect the lighting of the dojo, the view will definitely be blocked.

The crane downstairs made a loud engine noise and left, puffing out smoke.

Departing together was a truck with a load of goods.

Only the Nanjo family's bulletproof Lincoln is left in front of the Kiryu Dojo.

Honami: "In the next two months, please give me some advice. I will try my best to improve my swordsmanship! After all, living here is the main purpose of learning kendo."

He Ma: "Don't worry, I will train you hard."

"Please, please," Bonami whispered in and Ma's ear, "Master~Father~"

With the soft voice came the fragrance of white plums.

Then the mood is ruined by the unpretentious drifting tail of an unpretentious mid-range sedan.

The car pulled up next to Lincoln, and the occupant opened the door as if he were kicking it, and ran down.

Mikako threw her bulging sports bag behind her back, spread her legs apart, took a deep breath with one hand on her hip, and then shouted: "Kama! I'm coming!"

She was wearing a T-shirt with the hem lifted and knotted, showing her belly openly, and the lower body was Qingliu's same style of denim hot pants.

The strong white legs are a little dazzling in the sun.

He Ma: "I see you, stop shouting!"

"Oh! Kazuma! Bonami is also here. Hey, Bonami, why did you have such a perm? Hahaha, can you still wear a ponytail with this hairstyle? How do you wear a mask when practicing kendo without a ponytail?"

He Ma turned his head to look at Honami, and it was only then that he remembered that there was still such a thing.

Honami: "It's okay to poke it, and it will restore the original shape when you put it down. I used the latest negative ion styling."

He Ma sighed: At this time, you started to use negative ions to make money? He remembered that when he was in junior high school in his last life, air conditioners were still promoting negative ions for fresh air.

Thinking like this, Kazuma couldn't help reaching out and gently stroking the latest negative ion styling results. He knew that girls actually hated others touching her hair the most, but he couldn't hold back his hand.

Honami didn't seem to care at all, just looked at Kazuma.

Mikako squatted on the eaves outside the window and looked at the two of them: "When did you get to this point? I thought it was the egg that was ahead."

Honami was startled and took two steps back.

He Ma: "Don't go to the room if you disagree like this."

"You're obviously going to be much faster than me. Ah, Honami's room actually has a bed!" Mikako squeezed into the room from Kazuma's side, and lay down directly on Honami's bed, "It's so soft! It's so good! Kazuma , I want a bed too!"

Mikako at this time reminds Kazuma of the ignorant self who saw the spring mattress for the first time in her previous life.

Honami: "I brought it myself, how could Kazuma buy a bed, you think too much."

"Well, that's true." Mikako got up and stood in front of Kazuma, "Anyway, I'm here! The next room is mine!"

"These two months are yours."

"Yeah, don't be so concerned about the details, then I'll go to that room now! You two can continue what you just wanted to do." Mikako said and winked at Kazuma.

Honami said to her: "I'll help you."

"I don't have much to help. I just have such a bag. I'll borrow a bed from Xiao Qian later."

Honami nodded, then glanced at Mikako's cool dress, and said, "Then let me change."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Kazuma.

He Ma understands: "I'll help you!"

Then he was thrown by Honami along with Mikako.

Mikako: "Why was I thrown out too?"

Before she finished speaking, Qingliu opened the door, and she could see that the room had been tidied up across her small body.

Qing Liu stared at Mikako's hot pants for a few seconds, then slammed the door shut, followed by the sound of quickly changing clothes from the room.

When the door opened again, Qingliu put on a pleated skirt and a short-sleeved shirt with puff sleeves.

He Ma: "Isn't the skirt so short that you're not afraid of running out?"

Qing Liu glared at him, closed the door again, and put on shorts under her skirt when she opened the door again.

Mikako: "Wearing trousers under the skirt will be taught by the life teacher. I am often taught this way when it is cold."

Qing Liu: "I want you to take care!"

After she finished speaking, she walked downstairs with brisk steps.

Honami just opened the door and came out at this time. She didn't mind bumping into shirts with Mikako, and she was also dressed in hot pants and T-shirts, but she didn't roll up the hem to reveal her belly.

And Madden felt that the old Japanese-style corridor immediately brightened a lot, after all, there were four large white legs providing lighting.

Honami: "How?"

"Not bad, but your hairstyle is suitable for a dress, and now this one is more suitable for a single ponytail..."

Mikako got up from the ground and deliberately flipped her ponytail with a big movement.

Honami turned around and went back into the room, and a moment later she came out wearing a new dress, much thinner than the one she started with.

Kawama: "I thought you would wear a ponytail...do you like the new head shape so much?"

"It's okay." Honami smiled.

Mikako: "Smelly beautiful."

"Mikako, we haven't practiced against each other for a long time, haven't we?" Honami asked with a smile.

"Um, yeah. Come on? I've been wanting to try it for a while to see if I've gotten stronger lately."

He Ma looked at Mikako's level and judged that she was about to lose again, but he didn't say anything.

The three of them went downstairs, just in time to see Jinguji Tamamo open the door and enter.

Tamazao is carrying a small bag by herself.

Mikako asked curiously: "Danzizi, will you also start living in today? Just order some luggage?"

"Yeah. Because I don't usually sleep here, I'm here almost all the time, and I've almost moved my daily utensils. Clothes and stuff are all in the empty closet in Chiyoko's room."

After thinking about it with Ma, it is true that Tamamo often changes clothes at home. Before, He Ma always thought that she was using fairy magic, or that her clothes were simply changed from fox fur, just like her hair.

Tamazao opened the small bag in her hand and showed everyone what was inside: "This time I brought my teeth brushing utensils and some skin care products here."

Honami: "Well, as expected of you, you are impeccable anytime, anywhere."

"Of course, I've been taught this since I was a child, 'to be a model for Yamato Nadeko' or something."

"It's really strict tutoring." Honami praised.

"We are each other. By the way, Honami, you have learned ballroom dancing. This time you live here and teach me."

"Ah, then I'm going to learn Japanese dance too. Danzizi wouldn't mind teaching me, right?"

Kawama and Mikako have stepped aside, and Mikako whispered to Hema: "Would you like me to play a game with you first?"

"Alright, as a master, I need to take a good look at your growth."

And Ma decisively agreed.

But Honami immediately turned around and said to Mikako: "Even if it's Master, let's talk about a first come, first come, and how strong Mikako is, with Master's strength, just watch the two of us fight to understand."

He Ma thought no, I just need to look at the top of your head to understand.

His golden finger is really suitable for teaching. It is clear at the top of his head how hard his apprentice is practicing.

Honami took Mikako to the dojo without saying a word.

Tamazao: "Then I'll put things away first, and then I'll go cheer for the two of them."

After speaking, she passed Kazuma and went to Chiyoko's room.

He Ma breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and entered the dojo.

**

Mikako kneels on her legs: "I, lost!"

"This is a ten-game losing streak. I've been given a total of 20 copies, and I didn't get one. This is too bad." Qing Liu, who was sitting next to her to see the school, said, "Mikako, although you are being Deben looks very embarrassed, but you look pretty handsome when you just admit defeat."

Mikako raised her head sharply, staring at Qingliu with a look of grief and indignation that she knew at first glance: "Damn it! Why can you kill me like a little kid? I can't beat Honami, can I beat you? ?"

"You give up." Seiryu raised her chin and pointed at Honami with her thumb, "I'm better than that."

"I don't believe it! Assault!" Mikako jumped up from her knees at an alarming speed, grabbed Qingliu's armpit with both hands, and lifted her up!

But this time, Qing Liu was not as panicked as when she was raided before. She calmly stepped on Mikako's face and forced her to fly backwards.

Then Mikako's body fell backwards according to the principle of conservation of momentum——

Qingliu rolled over in the air and landed. When her ponytails fell, it was like a pair of wings.

She flicked her ponytails and hummed.

Mikako lay on the ground and began to read Toyotomi Hideyoshi's death poem - probably chosen because Toyotomi Hideyoshi's nickname was "Monkey".

He Ma doesn't like Toyotomi Hideyoshi. After all, they are people who plan to invade Korea and then invade China. They play the Warring States-themed game of the glorious company. He also basically won't choose Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

Isn't it delicious to play Oda Nobunaga? Isn't Sister Uesugi fragrant? Even picking a Hojo to farm in Odawara would be fun.

He Ma was about to interrupt Mikako's singing, and Honami spoke up: "When Seiryu said that he was better than me, I just wanted to say, we don't seem to have had a serious fight yet?"

Qingliu: "Indeed...no. But I can cut with Hema, you see, there are traces left on Hema's stomach!"

Mikako sat up: "That statement just now seems to be a bit erotic?"

Qing Liu ignored Mikako, raised her arm and pointed to the stab wound on it: "Look at this, this is all left to me by Kazuma! I almost won!"

"But you still didn't win. You almost won and won, one sky and one underground. You can't beat Kazuma, how can you be sure that you must be better than me?" Honami asked.

She begins to exude a chilling aura.

He Ma knew at a glance that she was genuine.

Shirou should have felt this too.

"Well...I understand." Qingliu looked at Honami with a serious expression, "I just changed into a kendo uniform, so let's fight you until you've ordered."

Just when Mikako and Honami fought each other and made a very philosophical voice, Seiryu ran to put on her kendo uniform.

In the past, the kendo uniforms of the Kiryu Dojo were not divided, and they were worn by whoever wanted to use them. But these days, I have a lot of free time with Ma, so I wrote the name of the dojo apprentice on the board on the front of each kendo uniform. , so that everyone has their own exclusive kendo uniform.

The board in front of Honami says "Nanjo", while Seiryu says "Shiromine".

Don't say, after adding the surname, the dojo feels more formal all of a sudden, like a place to teach kendo rather than ninjutsu.

Although there are still a lot of people who want to learn ninjutsu recently.

Haryu picked up Mikako's bamboo sword on the ground and stood directly opposite Honami.

Seeing this posture, Mikako stopped reciting the death poem, and quickly climbed to the position of the apprentice apprentice with her hands and feet.

And the horse also sat up straight.

There is still a slight gap between Honami and Haryu in terms of level, and Haryu's actual combat should be far stronger than Honami.

And Qingliu's entry seems to be of a higher level, after all, there is no explanation.

But Honami's entry, Haiyan, seems to contain the element of being strong when it is strong.

After all, "Let the storm come harder" is a famous line in Gorky's "Haiyan".

A serious fight between the two may allow Hema to better understand the value of entries.

Honami and Seiryu confront each other.

Both of them were very serious, so the atmosphere in the dojo became serious.

The wind picked up Qingliu's double ponytail and Honami's single ponytail, causing the confetti from nowhere to swirl on the wooden floor of the dojo——

Wait, where does the wind come from indoors?

He Ma turned his head and looked at the electric fan in the corner. Chiyoko was about to stand up, apparently she had just turned the wind to maximum.

Chiyoko: ?

He and Ma turned their heads to continue to pay attention to the fiery confrontation between the two.

Shamisen's voice rang out.

He Ma turned to look at the sound again, and saw Tamamo came in with Shamisen at some point, sitting next to Mikako.

Because the sound of the shamisen seems to be quite suitable at this time, Kazuma ignored it and continued to pay attention to the two people in the confrontation.

Qing Liu: "Master and sisters really prepared a grand scene."

No, I'm not ready, I'm here.

Honami: "Isn't that just right? Today, we have to find out who is the No. 2 combat force in this dojo."

He Ma: "Well, people who practice martial arts, pay attention to the point, everyone pay attention to martial arts."

Before she finished speaking, Qingliu killed Honami.

Honami held the sword in the middle of her calm, seemingly ready to use the cut.

But Qingliu suddenly shoved the bamboo knife to the ground, used the friction force of the first leather, used the bamboo knife as a pole vaulting pole, and launched a volley kick against Honami!

Chiyoko shouted: "Stop! This is completely against the rules of Kendo!"

Kawama raised a hand to stop Chiyoko from continuing.

Honami took a step to the side, avoiding the flying kick while planning to volley Qingliu with a sword, but the bamboo sword in Qingliu's hand interfered with the attack.

After landing, Qingliu didn't take much time to adjust her posture, she used the strength of her ankle to forcibly reverse the direction.

Thanks to her small size, otherwise she would have twisted her ankles.

Qingliu was originally short, so running with her body close to the ground would be even shorter, just like flying close to the ground.

Honami had to switch to a lower stance, and then use the top slash to get the first move.

The sound of the bamboo sword hitting the carcass exploded in the dojo.

He Ma raised his right hand: "One book."

Qingliu stopped the bamboo knife that was about to swipe at Honami's neck, and looked at Kazuma dissatisfied: "She just made such a big move, although it hit my carcass, but the angle is terrible, The lethality is limited, it can't stop me from moving, I can cut her into eight pieces next!"

Before Kazuma spoke, Chiyoko said, "Since it's all agreed that it's according to the rules of competitive kendo..."

Honami interrupted Hippo: "No, I lost. I'm still accustomed to follow the idea of ​​competitive kendo as long as it is good. Qingliu, let's continue and fight me according to actual combat."

He Ma nodded: "I just called a book, because if you don't call her, she will shoot you in the neck. I'm afraid you will be injured. Qingliu, don't aim at such a deadly position."

"If you don't call me, I'll stop at the moment I'm about to meet. After all, you may hate her if you hurt her..."

She said the second half in a very low voice, but Kazuma could still hear it.

Mikako: "So it's just Qingliu's book?"

Kazuma: "Well. In actual combat, Honami is dead. Honami, come on, I look forward to the time when I can fight alongside you."

Honami bowed to Kazuma: "I will try my best~IndoMTL.com~ Kazuma made a two-person return gesture.

So the two returned to the starting position of the duel again.

Chiyoko sits beside Kazuma - she is second only to Kazuma's teacher in the dojo, although she may not be able to beat Mikako.

"Based on actual combat, are we a kendo hall or a sword drawing hall?"

She grumbles softly.

And Ma: "Don't tell the difference so clearly."

While speaking, Seiryu rushed towards Honami again.

The girls continue to sweat.

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