I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma listened to the minister's screams and shouted with a straight face: "You're still screaming while wearing protective gear? You're too weak!"

Kazuma almost said, "You are the navy, right?" This was a joke often used by military fans in previous generations when they complained about the conflicts between the navy and the army in Japan.

Mikako, who was watching from the side, suddenly laughed: "Kazuma, you seem to be a real teacher! You have internal odor!"

"What do you mean, I am the master of the Kiryu Dojo."

Kazuma glared at Mikako pretending to be angry.

Mikako stuck out her tongue.

Minister Sakamoto asked: "Can I continue the attack?"

"Okay, come on!" Kazuma turned to Minister Sakamoto again.

Kazuma spent the rest of the afternoon happily beating people up, which was a good way to release all the stress accumulated since time travel.

After all, he was "teaching" others, and after beating them up, they still thanked him, which was a huge stress reliever.

After beating all the main candidates, Kazuma carried Mikako Fujii's bamboo sword and sighed in his heart: This is what the protagonist of a time-travel novel should do.

Could it be that the guy who asked me to time travel had forgotten about me, and now he finally remembered to give me a protagonist halo?

Kazuma even began to think about whether to dig out the bald finger of the Nishikiyama Group, take the finger to Sumitomo Construction, and throw the finger into the face of that executive.

Maybe the special agent will give in and buy the dojo at a premium.

But in the end, Kazuma thought it was better to forget it - unless he observed something later that could prove the fact that he was suddenly given a golden thigh, for example, when he was meditating, he suddenly found that he had more awesome entries.

To be honest, as a genuine time traveler, from the magical year 2020, and a person from two lifetimes, it doesn’t make sense that I don’t even give him an entry.

Considering the confusion in time and space, it is quite reasonable to give an entry for "a foolish... traveler who does not belong to this era".

In the end, nothing was given, and the system could not add points. The experience was worth risking and wandering around the gate of hell to earn it.

And if you want to make more money, you have to hum songs.

We are both time travellers, so why is there such a big gap between you and others?

Kazuma was immersed in complaining about his time travel experience, when Mikako came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Have you...finished giving instructions to the boys?"

"Ah, yes, it feels good. I mean, I have become addicted to being a teacher."

Chiyoko frowned: "Being a teacher by example? Is this a Chinese idiom?"

Japan had a tradition of using Chinese until after the Meiji Restoration. Literati were proud to understand Chinese and even used formal Chinese in correspondence.

Later, the Qing Dynasty was defeated in the Sino-Japanese War, and Japan's pride in Chinese language collapsed.

But until now, using Chinese idioms is still regarded as a cultured behavior.

Kazuma just subconsciously spoke Chinese, but he didn't expect Mikako to have heard this idiom before.

It seems that Mikako is also a bit cultured.

Kazuma looked at Mikako again, and Mikako was also looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You... speak fluent English and use Chinese idioms. What happened to you during the winter vacation?"

"I just memorized an idiom while watching the professors bragging on TV." He Ma hesitated.

"What about English?"

"I'm very good at English, and I've been pretending before." Kazuma started to feel a little weak. He hasn't been discovered by Mikako that his soul has been swapped, because the character of the person who was soul-pierced has many similarities with Kazuma. place, so Mikako didn't feel it.

But if Mikako really takes it seriously, there are many things that cannot be explained at all.

Fortunately, although Mikako looked suspicious, she did not continue to be more serious. Instead, she changed the subject: "Okay, I'll just treat it like this. Come on, boys, you've finished giving me advice. It's time to give me advice. You promised me I’m going to demonstrate that thrust in slow motion.”

Only then did Kazuma remember that there was something like this. He had just been busy beating up the members and had completely forgotten about it.

Since Mikako had promised, he could only teach. Kazuma carefully thought about how to change the movements, and then started to demonstrate.

"Watch it, if you want to do this..."

Kazuma demonstrated his modified movements.

Very good, without activating the sword skill, this method seems feasible.

Mikako was watching very seriously. As soon as Kazuma finished the demonstration, she started following the same example: "This way...and then..."

"Stop!" Kazuma interrupted Mikako's movements and stepped forward to adjust her posture. "Pull your legs apart a little and lower your center of gravity. You will have to step continuously later. An unstable center of gravity will easily cause problems."

Mikako was like a large doll, obediently letting Kazuma play around with her.

Her face turned rosy, probably because the nutrients from her lunch were being transported through her bloodstream.

"Okay, this is the starting position. Then step forward..." Kazuma continued to teach Mikako step by step how to use the thrust.

At this time Daimon Goro came over: "Kiryu! Don't teach them these skills that are not used in kendo!"

Kazuma: "As long as the power is not as powerful as what I just used, it should be fine as a normal sword skill in a kendo competition, right?"

"How to defend like this? Have you ever considered the distance between the two sides at the beginning of a kendo match? You will be hit directly before you make a move." Daimon Goro scolded seriously, but then the topic changed, "Of course I can be like you The same speed as the initial move should be able to form an effective attack first, but the speed and power of sword skills are often integrated. The faster the speed, the greater the power. If the power is strong enough to cause the bamboo sword to explode, the referee will definitely rule it. Illegal!”

Kazuma scratched his head.

He looked at Mikako, then leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Teacher Daimon will be guarding the school gate tomorrow morning and will not come to see the morning exercises. I will teach you then."

Mikako smiled and was about to answer when Daimon Goro said coldly: "You are not allowed to teach during practice tomorrow morning! The district preliminaries are coming soon, and there is not much time to practice. Teach her something useful."

Kazuma nodded immediately: "I know! Teach him usefully."

Daimon Goro nodded and turned to check on other people's practice. Suddenly he remembered something and turned around and said: "Also, teach kendo, don't teach other useful things!"

He Ma pretended not to understand: "What else?"

Mikako raised her hand and asked, "Can't English be taught too?"

Daimon Goro let out a "hum", ignored the two people who were obviously playing tricks, and walked towards the other members who were practicing with a powerful square step.

Kazuma and Mikako looked at each other.

Mikako laughed first.

Although her round face is a bit different from the oval-shaped face that Chinese people are accustomed to, the pair of small fangs and cute round face she shows when she smiles are quite matching.

**

In the blink of an eye, the afternoon practice was over. Kazuma meditated briefly at the end and took a look at his status.

Then I discovered that it really didn’t add any practical experience.

It can be said that apart from releasing pressure and taking advantage of Mikako, Kazuma gained nothing.

Damn this, Kazuma thought to himself, I have to find a way to get people into my dojo to pay tuition, so that I can still have a source of income before selling the dojo.

The number of people in the dojo is booming, and the Jida is more worried when taking action.

Dojo students, especially male students, can be tied up if they want to be tied up. Kazuma will definitely call the police and ignore them when the time comes.

Mikako carried her things and ran to Kazuma who had just finished meditation: "Today... we can't go back together. My mother drove to pick me up. Kazuma, I hope your family's affairs will be resolved as soon as possible. I will go to you then. Sign up to learn kendo at the dojo.”

No, no, if it's solved successfully, I won't have a dojo anymore. Kazuma thought so in his heart, but smiled at Mikako on the surface: "Okay, I accept your good advice."

Mikako nodded: "Then I... I'm leaving. Goodbye."

She raised her hand and waved lightly to Kazuma.

Then the girl turned around and ran away.

I smacked my lips with the horse - I just waved goodbye, I thought there would be a kiss or something.

However, in the 1980s, Tokyo in the 1980s was not as hot as later generations, and the girls were also older and Nadeshiko.

Kazuma picked up his things and left the kendo gym with brisk steps in a good mood gained from decompressing and interacting with the beautiful girl.

Next, he is going to pick up Chiyoko, and then they go to the shopping street to buy ingredients.

Given the family's financial situation, today I will either eat fish or curry - whatever is cheaper is what I get.

Alas, I don’t know how long it will take before I can eat truly top-notch Japanese food, such as kaiseki or something like that.

As a citizen of the country of foodies in his previous life, Kazuma left the dojo while holding back the saliva in his mouth.