I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 55: The big boy is full of Qizhi

A group of shirtless strong men swarmed up, smearing oil on the soles of the horse's feet, and went straight away.

There are no props in the bath except water!

Wait, why isn't water a prop? Genius one second to remember 噺バ一Chinesem.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

He and Ma flew with one foot, and the hot water in the pool was poured out into a water dragon, heading straight to the door of the crowd.

The temperature of the water in this pool is not low, and it may have added some sulfur to simulate the water quality of the hot spring. Anyway, He Ma felt that the water was "slippery", and it felt similar to Qingliu's skin.

After the first wave of people was delayed by splashing water, Kazuma hurriedly ran back to find the guy first.

As a result, the people who didn't get into the water flanked over from the pool and tried to pounce on Kazuma.

Kazuma didn't know where the quick wit came from. He turned sharply to face the brother who had already exerted his strength and was about to pounce on the shore.

The other party was about to rush over, or it might turn into a very indecent state. The moment he realized this, the brother slipped, failed to force his way, and fell into the water.

Kazuma took the opportunity to go ashore, picked up the pot that someone had thrown by the bath to protect him, and then threw the soap that was placed with the pot at the feet of the strong man who was rushing towards him.

The first person didn't have time to hide. He stepped on the soap with one foot and fell into an exaggerated backflip. The people behind couldn't stop the car and tripped over him and fell together.

But the person who just got out of the bath to catch the horse came up from the bath again, waving the bench and killing him.

Hema saw a basin in his hand, nothing left - the scar on his body just now scared everyone in the bath away, and when they left, they took all their own toiletry utensils.

I still don't know which one left this basin and the soap just now.

And the horse's own utensils are placed on the door shelf.

In a hurry, Kazuma decided to go to the room.

This is also a kind of habitual thinking, indecisive to go to the room in case of trouble.

He threw the basin at the person in front of him, turned around and grabbed the edge of the Mount Fuji painting hanging on the wall, and went up to the partition between the men's bath and the mixed bath.

It is also a tradition for Japanese bathhouses to hang Mount Fuji. The bathhouse pool is still big, and the painting is also big, dead and dead. It is estimated that they are directly nailed to the wall with steel nails, so it is not a problem to support the weight of an adult man. .

Although he was fast when he was climbing with the horse, but the other party was too close, someone grabbed his feet, but he just came out of the bath, and the water in the bath was still slippery, so he slipped out. .

He sat on the top of the wall and looked back at the group of Japanese students below: "Aren't you guys from Nippon Sports University? You won't be able to catch it if you hit the wall?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a few taller and thinner people walking up the wall along the other side of the Mount Fuji portrait.

The first one came up and said that he was home: "I am the selected member of the Japanese rock climbing team, Saburo Fujimura!"

He Ma shouted "Ghost" and turned over and got out of the mixed bath.

After landing on both feet, he immediately picked up the bench on the ground and waited for the Fujimura man to come down.

"Are the climbing teams selected?"

The bench slapped the man's face.

"Awesome!"

Pop!

"Do you think I'm afraid of you when you come down alone? Lie down!"

After turning the cargo over, Kazuma turned around and saw that the mixed bath was full of people.

Good guy, the people he scared off next door are now in the mixed pool!

The old man who was the first to run just now raised his hands in a standard French military salute: "We didn't see you kill anyone!"

"Nonsense! I didn't kill anyone, this guy is alive! You see he's breathing, can you see that?"

The old man shook his head like a rattle.

"Then look closer!"

The old man shook even more, causing people to worry that he had twisted his neck.

Kazuma can't handle this much anymore. He has long heard the movement outside, and the Japanese are going to outflank him.

While speaking, he collected two more benches, one in each hand, and another in his mouth as a spare. In case the bench is destroyed later, this unfortunate venue may not be used by someone else.

After posing with the horse, people from the Kendo Department of the Japan Sports University rushed in.

When they saw Hema's posture, they were stunned.

This is also normal. If you saw someone in the bathroom playing Zoro's Three Swords with a bench, you would be stunned.

He Ma slammed the two benches together like a big gong, making a crisp sound.

"Come on!" he shouted.

The bench in his mouth snapped to the ground.

At this moment, the shock brought by the three-bench flow subsided at once, and people with large Japanese body swarmed up.

Hema stepped on the bench, picked it up and hit the chin of the fastest unlucky guy first, and then kicked it to the nose of the second unlucky guy.

After taking a preemptive strike, he and the horse waved two benches, as if it were not a bench, but two big axes.

But after all, this is a bench, not an axe, without a blade. If someone hits hard and hugs it, it can only be disarmed.

Hema knows that he can't be caught, so if he loses his weapon, he can pick it up again. If he gets caught for a bench, he will be out of luck.

After the two benches were taken down, Kazuma's old trick was reapplied to the wall.

Of course he didn't go up to the wall over the men's soup, because he knew someone was guarding him by listening to the sound.

Sitting on the high wall between the mixed bath and the women's bath, Kazuma looked down and smiled and said, "Is there no rock climbing team here?"

He Ma has already made up his mind, and the commotion is so turbulent that the shopkeeper must have called the police. Before the police came, he made up his own mind.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud roar: "Get out of the way!"

Then everyone with a large Japanese body split a path and went straight to the door of the mixed bathroom.

At the gate is a man with strong legs and a mop in his hand.

"Japan Sports University, my grandson, Yangsuke, on the pole vault team, is going!"

This one ran up, using a mop as a support against the wall, and jumped high with a standard action that couldn't be more standard.

Then jumped over the wall.

He's a pole vaulter. Understandably, he's fouled if he can't get over the pole (the head of the wall).

He Ma stared at this guy's face the whole time, even giving him a thumbs up for his standard pole vaulting.

This one just fell into the female soup.

This wall is tall and thick, and the horse sits on the top of the wall and bends over to the mixed bath, and the person on the other side is not tall enough to see him.

The girls in the female soup didn't necessarily know what was going on here.

This time the scream rips and the horse's eardrum.

He still has enhanced hearing, and now he has several layers of goose bumps. It's too sharp. This is a world-class high-pitched voice.

After screaming, the female soup heard the sound of beating, and Kazuma was sweating for the pole vault student just now.

I hope he will have grandchildren or granddaughters in the future.

At this time, Shunfeng Er and Ma heard the conversation outside the bathhouse: "Fukuoka Prefectural Police, is there a fight?"

"Yes, in the bath."

"Which one?"

"Uh... it seems like all three are fighting."

With Ma Fu'e, he could imagine the police officer's head full of question marks when he heard the three bathhouses fighting.

Then He Ma heard the beeping sound when someone turned on the horn, not only him, but also many people in the house.

"I'm the Fukuoka Prefectural Police, the inspector general of the Eastern Metropolitan Police Station, Sato. The people inside are listening. It is illegal to fight in a crowd. Please stop immediately. If innocent people are injured during the fight, we have to ask you to go. The police station is eating pork chops!”

Looking down at Kazuma, Xia Inaba held his fingers and mixed among the younger brothers who were taller than him, gnashing his teeth.

Kazuma: "Stop it, Ah Dao, there are all the police outside."

"Just wait and see! I'll report it to the competition organizing committee, saying that you used out-of-the-box tricks!"

Kazuma: "Remember to do a medical appraisal first."

He's pretty sure Inaba's hand is fine.

Kendo practitioners are often beaten on the hands, dislocated knuckles or something is normal, and they are all honed.

And people's joints will become more easily dislocated if they are dislocated more often, which may also be a protective mechanism.

And the finger bones of the right hand of Ma Ma's life, because of the extra effort when writing, the joints became more and more loose when preparing for the third year of high school, and then I could just click the joints and pull them apart, and I felt the tendons that crossed the joints. All stretched.

So I just broke with Ma, and the pain is really painful, and if you check it carefully, it's probably fine.

Unless these three young masters are fake, they don't usually practice swords.

Inaba glared at Kazuma, his teeth rattling.

"Okay! Okay!" he said, "Just wait! Anyway, the Jade Dragon Banner is a wheel-to-wheel competition system, so it doesn't matter if you hurt someone in the middle and get banned. Don't you run a gym? Do you play ninjutsu? I'll let you never again. You can't do all this work! You can only write songs. Weekly Fang Chun is there to play the songs you wrote embarrassingly. It's annoying to watch! You don't have those famous names, and the songs you wrote are still unheard of. !”

Kazuma: "That's just right, I also want to stay away from these trivial things. I want to be a pure musician. Come on, break my hand tomorrow! But I remind you one thing, go A person who wants to play and break my hand, now the grass is so tall!"

Others say that, it's a rhetorical device. Saying so with Ma is stating the facts.

In the Kuixing flag competition last summer, Endo Zhongren, who wanted to play Lai Interrupt and Horse Squad, from the north high of Daji Mountain, the grave grass was really that high.

Not only that, but Shi Enzhou, who made the key fake bamboo sword for Endo Zhongren, is only a little shorter than the grave head grass.

But Shimo Inaba didn't take Kazuma's words seriously.

He snorted, turned and walked out of the bathtub, raising his hands and shouting: "We are the ones fighting, we will come out now!"

The members of the Japanese Sports University Kendo Club supported the rock climber Saburo Fujimura, who had just been brought down by the Hemaji bench, and followed their head out.

Seeing this, Ma also jumped off the wall and let out a long breath.

At this time, a young man suddenly grabbed Hema's hand: "Please wait!"

He Ma looked at the young man suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"That! That! I just saw you fighting and I am so inspired! Can I draw you into the comic I am submitting for the Rookie Award?"

He Ma stared at the boy for a while and looked at it: he was about thirteen or fourteen years old... well, it's unlikely that it was Eiichiro Oda himself.

Oda should have just started elementary school at this time.

And Marco didn't want to see Zoro fighting with the bench - wait, it seems like it could be there too? After all, there are piles of various funny characters in the work of Hai-One Piece.

Zoro is waving three benches, and his style of painting doesn't seem to be too crooked.

So He Ma nodded: "Yes. If you win the prize, please send a copy of the sample to the Kiryu Dojo in Katsuki Shiba***** in Tokyo." ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω .χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

"Okay, definitely!" The teenager was ecstatic.

He Ma patted his shoulder and said nothing.

In this era, Japanese children want to be cartoonists, just like young people want to be online novelists.

But whether drawing comics or writing novels, it all depends on talent.

Akira Toriyama was so bored on the way to work that he picked up the cartoon that had been dropped on the tram and glanced at it. He scolded, "I can draw anything."

But Akira Toriyama has only one.

There is also someone like Yoshihiro Fujian who doesn't want to draw cartoons at all, but he draws them by fate and still becomes successful.

Fujian Yibo also has only one.

The vast majority of young people who have joined the comic industry have not even turned a splash under the huge waves of the times.

Most of them can't even make their debut and can only live as comic assistants for a lifetime.

Even as a cartoon assistant, he will be divided into three, six, nine, and so on according to the strength of his ability. Famous and powerful assistants rush everywhere to put out fires for cartoonists and teachers who can't make the deadline. They can also live in a big house. .

And more young people just continue to work hard for their debut while working in low-paying jobs.

They are the silent majority, the majority forgotten by the big age.

He Ma's 30-year life is not long, but he has seen a lot of such things.

For example, virtual anchors, some people ride the wind and even attack thousands of ships, and more are silent graduations, and even people and their images cross the sky of the times like a shooting star.

Some people even starved to death in rental houses.

But Kazuma was unable to say anything in the end~IndoMTL.com~ He was stared at by such a simple gaze, and he could not shatter the crystal-like dream of a young man in the face of such a gaze.

"Then I'll wait." He Ma said, "Even if you fail this time, don't be discouraged, you must believe that sincerity is the best way to achieve success."

The teenager was stunned: "Huh?"

"Uh, it's a Chinese proverb, which means that as long as there is a root, the impossible can be turned into a possibility."

The boy's face showed admiration: "It's amazing! Not only can you fight, but you also understand Chinese proverbs?"

Kazuma: "Of course, I'm a student at the University of Tokyo."

As soon as the boy heard the words "Tokyo University", he seemed to feel that it was a common thing to do with Ma Neng Wen Neng Wu.

After all, I am a student at the University of Tokyo.

He said: "Tokyo University, I know! You have occupied the lecture hall and are going to fight the Americans to the end!"

He Ma shook his head: "No no, that was more than ten years ago, and now our martial arts are not so abundant."

The teenager showed a disappointed expression: "Is there no more? When my grandfather told me a story, he clearly said that you would not give up."

Kazuma couldn't answer this question, and couldn't tell the child "I'm a Chinese, we Chinese will beat up Americans, but Japan may not have a chance".

So He Ma pointed to the door of the bathhouse: "I can't go out anymore, the police are calling. Come on, kid!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and ran, throwing the little fanboy he had just acquired on the spot.