I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 9: “Welcome Home”
After that, Ma and Ma did a series of dismantling actions for Nanjo-san—the same set that Mikako did.
Nanjo-san doesn't seem to believe that this set of moves can achieve the speed of Kazuma's thrusting, but he still learns to follow the decomposition moves honestly.
When I was correcting her movements with Ma's hands, I smelled a faint fragrance on her body.
"This is... Bai Meixiang?" He Ma guessed randomly.
When it comes to the fragrance of Yamato Nadeko, Kazuma's first thought is Bai Meixiang, because he really likes the snowy white in the Rurouni Kenshin's reminiscence, and the animation has mentioned many times that there is a smell in the snowball. White plum fragrance.
Nanjo-san looked at Kazuma in surprise: "You... um, I used a white plum scented perfume today. Ah, I don't usually use perfume, but when I practice kendo, I spray a little in order to suppress the smell of sweat. . This is also approved by the school!"
Yuechuan Girls is an eldest school with very strict rules. All cosmetics are not allowed, and even shampoo and shampoo are required to have a small smell.
I don't know about these and horses from Chiyoko.
However, Nanjoo actually asked the school board for permission to use perfume in school. This behavior itself is a reflection of the identity of the eldest lady.
Mikako was very worried and smelled her clothes.
He Ma adjusted the posture of Nanjo's hand, and while keeping a distance, he said, "It's a pity that it's not raining today, and Bai Meixiang is the most charming in the rain."
Nanjo smiled slightly to Hema: "The rainy season is coming, and every day will be a day for Bai Meixiang."
Mikako gasped at the side, obviously struck by this high-level conversation.
At this moment, Chiyoko came to dismantle the stage: "Brother, when did you become so artistic? You were still a guy who couldn't even rhyme limericks!"
Kazuma: "You can't even rhyme with limericks, so what are you doing?"
"But that's how you are." Chiyoko scratched her head, "But, forget it, I prefer the current brother."
...Chiyoko, your real brother Izumi Shita will cry if you know.
Forget it, Kazuma thought about it, and if I can NTR arrive, it means that the original main dish is the original sin.
Kazuma turned his attention to teaching Nanjo classmates the thrusting sword technique: "Okay, Miss Nanjo, come with a coherent set."
"I see." Nanjo resumed his initial starting position, and then launched a thrust.
He Ma watched from the side, and at a glance, she could see that she was out of shape a lot.
The golden finger of Kazuma, as long as it is in a posture and the direction of force is correct, the action will not go out of shape, which is actually a great advantage.
The movements of mature swordsmanship are generally tempered by repeated improvement and must be the optimal solution.
When using these sword skills, if the desired effect is not achieved, it is generally due to the deformation of the movement.
Some people say that routines are useless, but the main reason is that they can't practice at home, and routines always go out of shape.
To be able to use sword skills in a completely unorthodox manner is actually a very powerful thing.
Miss Nanjo can't be out of shape at all. It takes a lot of practice to use her sword skills perfectly every time like Kazuma.
"Stop!" and the horse shouted stop, and then stepped forward and began to correct the young lady's movements.
The smell of Bai Meixiang entered his nostrils again.
It smells so good.
He Ma suddenly wanted to hug the eldest young lady tightly, bury her face in her clothes, and smell the aroma to the fullest.
But he drove away the urge immediately.
How could the willpower of a man who used to dismantle the group alone could not even overcome this impulse.
Others couldn't even see that He Ma had an impulse at that moment.
And Ma very gentleman completed the instruction, and then distanced: "One more time."
This practice continued for more than an hour. Kazuma initially taught Nanjo students the basics of thrusting, and then taught Nanjo and Mikako some of the most basic Beichen Yidao skills.
It was noon.
Chiyoko glanced at the watch in the dojo and said, "Brother, that's about it for the morning, let's have dinner."
Mikako immediately raised her hand: "I brought a bento here! A carefully prepared bento! One that you can eat without heat!"
"I also have snacks for the sick," Nanjo-san said hurriedly, "it's perfectly fine for lunch."
Kazuma nodded: "Okay, then let's go to the yard. The weather is so good, we can still enjoy the last wave of cherry blossoms."
The big cherry tree in the yard is still in full bloom. The fallen cherry blossom petals have spread a thick layer on the ground, but they have no intention of stopping blooming.
However, the flowering period of the cherry blossoms is almost over. No matter how the big cherry tree can bloom, it cannot stop the power of nature. It should completely wither after a rain in a few days.
Kazuma took the lead to the edge between the dojo and the courtyard.
The edge of the old house of the Kiryu family is very wide, which is very suitable for a group of people to gather together and eat while watching the scenery in the courtyard.
Kazuma sat directly on the wooden floor, with both feet hanging from the edge of the edge, looking up at the cherry blossom trees in full bloom.
The three girls quickly brought the bento box and other items over and opened it up.
In Japan, it is assumed that women are responsible for these housework, and there is no problem with Madang if there is no girl.
Mikako opened the bento box with great interest: "Qianqiang! Look! How is it, it looks good, right?"
He Ma glanced at him and said, "Hmph, it doesn't glow, it's normal."
"What the **** is it that glows! Did you add a fluorescent agent?" Mikako complained loudly, and patted Kazuma's shoulder lightly.
Miss Nanjo smiled and said, "Do you usually interact like this, like talking about manga?"
"Yeah." He Ma nodded.
"It's great." Nanjo-san sounded quite envious.
Mikako glanced at her, and suddenly leaned in to smell the fragrance on her body.
Nanjoo classmate: "Ordinary drugstores can buy white plum scented perfumes, but mine is a variety that is specially matched by professionals."
"Damn, I hate capitalists!" Mikako shouted exaggeratedly like a manga.
In Japan, which has just experienced the era of the student movement, such speeches are not uncommon.
The girls who were in friendly communication with Ma Zhi directly picked up the chopsticks and threw a tempura into their mouths.
It can only be said that Mikako - or Mikako's mother's craftsmanship is really good, this tempura is fried crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the taste is just right.
He Ma was about to have another one when the doorbell rang.
Kazuma held Chiyoko who wanted to get up to answer the door, returned to the dojo and took a wooden sword, carried it on his shoulders and headed straight for the entrance.
He opened the door fiercely, and saw a man in the uniform of the Metropolitan Police Department's Science Investigation Division standing outside the door~IndoMTL.com~ Kiryu and Mr. Ma, right? We'll return the items you left on site. "After speaking, the speaker pushed open the courtyard door - the courtyard door will not be locked at this time.
A policeman came in with a clear plastic box and placed it on the ground. Inside the box was a large pile of wooden knives.
Then another policeman placed a hat and a long knife on the plastic box.
"After you count the number, sign here." At first, he handed a clipboard to the policeman who greeted the horse, with a list-like thing on the clipboard.
Kazuma nodded, and reached out to pick up the tachi first—the familiar weight, coupled with the obvious monogram on the hilt, is indeed the authentic bizen long boat.
He Ma switched to the posture of hanging the knife around his waist, and then lightly pressed his thumb against the handle of the knife handle with a slight force.
With a crisp sound, a small distance was pushed up between the hilt and the scabbard, the blade was slightly exposed, and the cold light swept across the field of vision of everyone present.
Kazuma draws the long knife with a beautiful motion, exposing the blade to the midday sun.
Suddenly, the wind picked up on the street.
The wind swept the cherry blossom petals over the blade.
After the wind passed, the petals broke in two.
"Kiryu and Mr. Ma?"
The policeman's voice brought back the fascinated look at the knife and the horse. Only then did he realize that the policemen had all stepped back and looked at him from a distance.
He returned the sword to the sheath with the horse, then took the clipboard handed over by the police and quickly signed his name.
"Can't you count the number of items?" the policeman asked.
"No need." He Ma smiled and returned the signed clipboard to the police, "As a good citizen, I trust the police."