I Teach Kendo in Tokyo: One hundred and thirty four

As soon as I got home with the horse, I immediately started cleaning the knives.

Ancient knives require frequent maintenance, and those that have been left there for decades without maintenance are modern stainless steel.

Murasame, who had wiped with Ma Xian, carefully maintained it and put it in the knife room before taking a deep breath and removing the Bizen Nagboat from the knife holder. The text is authentic.

The moment he picked up the knife, the unhappiness that had accumulated in Kazuma's heart burst out.

When people are incomprehensible in their thoughts, they will not understand where this feeling of incomprehension comes from, and naturally they do not know how to make their thoughts clear.

He Ma didn't understand. When he rescued Kagawa Kako with his own sword before, he clearly had an incomparable understanding. Why is it now that he has to draw a sword to achieve justice, but he feels stuck, not at all like the last time he drew a sword. Feeling refreshed.

——Am I a person who insists on procedural justice?

Ask yourself with Marmon.

It's not like that, it's better to say that I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to stick to the rules. When playing the running game with Ma, the most resistant thing is to play the role of the lawful camp.

As long as the goal can be achieved, the rules or whatever - Kazuma thinks so.

Kawama thought about it while carefully oiling the text of Bizen Nagfune, but couldn't get an answer.

I don't know if I sensed his doubts, but Bizen Nagfune's authentic voice became muddy, as if a knife had been inserted into the mud and stirred.

Tamazao pushed open the door and entered the dojo, took a futon and sat down silently across from Kazuma.

He Ma didn't speak, just wiped the knife quietly.

Tamazao spoke first: "This is the first time I see you so hesitant."

"I didn't hesitate," said He Ma.

"Did something happen?" Tamamo asked.

"It's nothing, it's just a face-to-face mockery."

"Oh?" Tamamo looked very interested, "As far as I know, you have always been the master of your mouth, which is rare. What's going on?"

"Takada was released."

"It's already time for bail, but he saved a bail fee."

He Ma continued: "He said that if he is prosecuted by civil means, even if he can successfully transfer to criminal, it can be dragged on for several years. During that time, he will steal Nichinan's heart."

Tamazao said decisively: "Impossible. I got Niinan a new amulet, a spiritual spell—no, now that the mystery is declining, it can no longer be called a spell, and spiritual tricks are for her. It doesn't work."

He Ma: "What about psychology?"

"Do you think you can do that with pure psychology?" Tamamo asked rhetorically.

He Ma whispered in his heart: I couldn't do it in the world in my previous life, but this world is not necessarily the same in this life. In this life, the psychology has integrated a part of the content of the mysterious side, or in other words, the mystery has been included in the scope of science.

Tamazao: "As for me, in my long life, I have often played the role of a listener. I have seen more than once the strong human beings are confused and hesitant, but without exception, they all took up their lives and entrusted them with their lives. The weapon, resolutely embarked on the journey.

"Honestly, I'm enjoying the process. It would be even better if my subjects could confide in me during the process."

He Ma glanced at her and didn't answer. He lowered his head and continued to maintain his love knife with all his heart.

Then Kazuma heard the sound of Shamisen, and he raised his head again, looking suspiciously at the musical instrument in Tamamo's hand that he didn't know where it came from.

Tamazao smiled, but continued to fiddle with the strings without speaking.

It's a melody that Kazuma has never heard before.

The melody is very light, reminiscent of going out for a spring outing and having a picnic by a small stream in the suburbs.

He Ma's mood gradually became happy under the influence of music.

At this moment, he heard the voices of Amo and Chiyoko from the courtyard.

After hearing the apprentice's calm voice, Kazuma's just-happy mood suddenly dropped.

At this moment, Kazuma finally understood why he was unable to understand his thoughts.

He didn't want to violate Amau's creed.

The time when Kagawa Kako didn't do anything with Kagawa, the girl might be in danger, so she had to draw a knife, and Kazuma had good reasons to convince herself.

He even kind of wanted to throw the choice to Ah Mao to see how he would choose.

Of course, He Ma didn't tell Ah Mao the truth. He kept telling Ah Mao that he had found evidence before he shot.

But this time, there is no imminent threat to life.

And, taking a step back, the possibility of Nichinan Rina really falling in love with Takada cannot be said to be non-existent.

In this case, Kazuma becomes very resistant to drawing the sword.

Because he didn't want to be an enemy of Ah Mao's creed.

He Ma let out a long sigh.

He looked up and found Tamamo looking at him intently.

"Have you come to a conclusion?" Tamamo asked softly.

He Ma: "No, I just know where the crux of the problem is."

Tamazao glanced at the door leading to the yard and said softly, "I see."

Then her plucking hand suddenly trembled, and the style of the melody suddenly changed, becoming like the soundtrack of a classical whim.

Kawama: "Hey, although it's the end of summer, you don't need to play such a cool song, right?"

Tamazao: "This is a song about a pair of brothers fighting against each other."

"You, too, are so understanding."

"That's my strength." Tamamo laughed.

Amo and Chiyoko entered the dojo while talking.

"Master, I'm back." Ah Mao respectfully saluted He Ma.

And Chiyoko shouted: "What is this song? It's so weird? Brother's new song? Can this be sold?"

He Ma waved his hand: "No, I'm afraid that when this song was born, Tokyo was still called Edo."

Tamazao: "Wrong, Edo Castle was not established at that time, it was just a small fishing village, surrounded by deserted beaches."

"Is it actually such an early song?" He Ma was speechless.

"Yeah, I was still in Gion in Kyoto at that time, and I hadn't moved to the Tokaido side yet."

Chiyoko let out an "eh" and was about to continue complaining when Amo interrupted her.

"Master, I have prepared the entrustment materials. When Miss Nichinan returns and signs it, we can start the process."

As he spoke, he placed a thick stack of documents on the low table in front of Kazuma.

He Ma glanced at the document: "You also hired a typist to type out the document?"

In this day and age, computers are still a rarity. To get this kind of official document, you have to hire a typist to type it out.

Amao: "I didn't look for it. I work at a garbage recycling company. There are office buildings nearby, and people often entrust typewriters to be recycled. I said hello to the old master who took me and dismantled some good parts. Saved myself a typewriter."

Hema's mouth opens into an O shape: "You saved up a typewriter?"

"Yeah, it's actually not very complicated. I saved it quickly. I was planning to save a motorcycle myself, but the difficulty seems to be a bit high."

"To be on the safe side, let me confirm," He Ma said solemnly, "You saved up a typewriter that can't kill, right?"

Amao blinked: "If you kill someone... if you take a turn and hit your head, you should die."

Chiyoko: "Did you meet my brother the first day? The typewriter he was talking about was the Chicago Typewriter. Didn't we go to see America's past two days ago? That da da da submachine gun is there."

He Ma: "Did you go to see the American past?"

"Look! But I fell asleep in the second half," Chiyoko replied.

He Ma was even more shocked: "You will fall asleep watching the past in America? Such a great and artistic film!"

Chiyoko: "The second half was boring. Besides, Amo slept more than I did."

He Ma stared at his apprentice: "Isn't it?"

"Once Upon a Time in America" ​​is He Ma's third favorite American movie.

Amao smiled embarrassedly: "It's too long, it's four hours. The previous part where they fought the world was very enjoyable to watch, but after a few brothers died and the 'noodles' was left alone, I was behind me. fell asleep."

He Ma: "How can this be possible? The catching up in the latter part, the helplessness in the face of the vicissitudes of the passage of time, and the helplessness of knowing who the best brother is without knowing what to do, is the essence of the movie!"

Tamazao looked at Kazuma suspiciously: "Have you finished watching it? When did you watch it? That's a four-hour long film, right? Do you have time to watch it now?"

Kawama: "The original English version that I watched with Anno's gang last year is not this year's 'playing' (dubbing) version."

Tamazao looked suspicious, but said nothing.

Chiyoko: "Ah, I remember, I remember in the second half of the movie, the protagonist reunited with his childhood goddess, and the goddess married a high-ranking official, surreal."

He Ma: "Yes, but that high-ranking official was actually his brother back then. He gained the capital to enter the political world by betraying a few of their brothers."

Chiyoko: "Hey, that's it, I didn't see it! Alas, at first they were in the basement surreptitiously watching the heroine practicing ballet, and it felt great. I thought the hero would have a lingering relationship with the heroine. Love is coming."

He Ma: "A love that cannot be realized has an imperfect beauty."

Chiyoko looked at Amo: "Did you hear what your master said?"

Amao: "Let's talk about this document. Master, look at the typewriter I made, is it alright?"

Chiyoko pouted, looking unhappy.

He Ma put down the half-maintained Bizen Nagship, and picked up the stack of documents that Amo had placed on the table.

The writing is so clear that it doesn't look at all like the work of a typewriter saved from old parts from scrap typewriters.

Amao said, "Unfortunately, I have to use new ink. I want to mix the ink myself, but I always get the wrong formula and wrong color."

He Ma: "Nonsense, if ordinary people can get the formula, then the consortium doesn't need to be mixed up."

Chiyoko interjected: "The house that Amo rented, let me tell you, makes it look like a small factory."

Amao: "You're wrong, it's not like a factory, but the factory building of a bankrupt and closed small factory that I originally rented."

Kawama: "Isn't that kind of place more expensive than a typical apartment?"

"No, the location is very poor, and there are many mosquitoes in summer. Most people don't rent that kind of place. After the landlord confirmed that I would not open a factory, he rented it to me at a very low price."

He Ma raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and continued to look at the document—suddenly, he remembered something: "No, you are a Japanese document, and Japanese mechanical typewriters are bulky and heavy, right?"

Amao nodded: "Yes, the movable type typewriter is very large. I disassembled each movable type from an old machine, and it took me a long time to put together a set."

Stunned with the horse.

Using a movable typewriter to type such a document is a technical task that requires specially trained typists.

Amao produced a typed version of this document in just one day, indicating that he has mastered the use of a movable typewriter.

He Ma: "You, why are you learning such a useless technique, can't you just find a typist for some money?"

"It costs a lot of money to hire a typist every time, so you can save a lot by typing it yourself."

He Ma sighed: "However, movable type typewriters and how to use them are things that will soon be eliminated. Electronic phototypesetting technology has been applied on a large scale, and personal computers will soon be popularized on a large scale. Your technology is useless. ."

Amao smiled: "How is it possible, personal computers are so expensive, much more expensive than Nintendo's fc. How can that kind of thing be popularized on a large scale."

He Ma shook his head: "You, underestimating technological progress. Not only will personal computers become popular~IndoMTL.com~mobile phones will too."

Amo was about to speak when he suddenly turned his head to look at Chiyoko.

Kawama has long noticed Chiyoko pinching Amo's thigh under the table.

It is estimated that Amao is not allowed to argue with Hema.

Amao smiled: "Then I'm looking forward to this future. But before it is popularized, I can use this first and save a little bit."

He Ma could only nod his head.

He looked at A Mao, and his heart suddenly moved slightly, so he said: "A Mao, if one day, you encounter a prisoner who cannot be punished by law, and he is proud to commit another crime, what should you do? "

Amao said solemnly: "If you don't violate the law, you can't be called a prisoner."

"I know. What I mean is that the law is made by people, and what people make is bound to have flaws. How do you deal with such a criminal who cannot be punished by law for the time being?"

Amao: "Promote legal progress, urge new laws to be enacted, and then come to sanction him."

Kawama: "What if the retrospective period is over?"

"The retrospective period has passed, so he can only go. But I will keep an eye on him so that he can't do it again. If he does it again, I will definitely bring him to justice."

He Ma: "If you commit the crime again, there will be new victims and good people will die."

"I will stop the crime. If I can't stop it, punish the criminal and make him pay."

He Ma: "What if you can kill the criminals in advance so that the crime doesn't happen?"

"If you have criminal intent, you can justifiably defend yourself." Ah Mao said in confusion, "What are you talking about, Master?"

And the horse pouted.

Attempts to communicate have temporarily failed.

Just wait until next time and try again.

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