I teach kendo in Tokyo

Before Kazuma entered the classroom, he was worried about whether he would be scolded by the class teacher - yes, Japan also has class teachers, and their relationship with students is stricter than in China.

Unexpectedly, when the class teacher saw Kazuma and Fujii appearing at the door of the classroom, he smiled and said, "You two are done."

Kazuma: "Report teacher, the race is over."

"Don't be so loud. I don't teach physical education." The head teacher shook the Chinese textbook in his hand and said, "Go back to your seat."

Kazuma and Fujii hurried across the classroom and returned to their seats.

Japanese schools are very hierarchical, and there are pyramid-like interpersonal relationships in the class. Fujii is at the top of the pyramid because he is good-looking and has a lively personality. He also joined the sports club.

As a sports club student, Kiryu Kazuma is also at the top of the pyramid, but Kazuma is not the center of their small group.

Kazuma doesn't have a problem with it, he doesn't feel crowded out and doesn't attract attention, it's nice and comfortable.

But if he and Fujii become boyfriend and girlfriend, he will probably become the center of the group.

——Damn, why am I thinking about this? Now is not the time to enjoy school life.

Kazuma thought again of the "Sunny Day Doll" he saw when he went out in the morning.

Today I just hung up a chicken, but tomorrow maybe the gang of yakuza will turn Chiyoko into a sunny doll.

——As expected, we still have to find a way to convince Chiyoko to sell the dojo.

Kazuma thought as he opened the book and pretended to be paying attention to the lecture.

**

It was afternoon in a blink of an eye.

Japanese schools start late in the morning and finish early in the afternoon. This tradition started before relaxed education was implemented.

Students have plenty of time to participate in club activities.

This afternoon, the Kendo Club mainly selects the main team members who will participate in the regional preliminaries.

Katsuragi Ward is the next ward in Tokyo, so there is no such thing as a prefecture meeting - because there is no county, schools in Katsuragi Ward will participate in Tokyo's district preliminaries.

Kazuma was careful not to use his tooth protrusion again, so as not to attract more attention.

However, purely relying on his newfound skills, becoming a regular player is easy and there is no pressure.

After the afternoon training, Kazuma was maintaining his bamboo sword when Fujii came over and asked, "Why didn't you use that thrust just now?"

"I suddenly lost my memory and forgot about that move."

Kazuma murmured in his heart: I made a mistake in picking up you in the morning, and I don't want to attract more attention in the afternoon.

Seeing Fujii's face as if he had something to say, he quickly changed the subject: "Don't you protect the bamboo sword?"

A bamboo knife is not just about breaking a bamboo stick. If it is not maintained regularly, some problems may occur. Because of this, many Chinese kendo gyms in later generations switched to sponge swords, which require no maintenance and save trouble. The damage caused by hitting people is far less than that of bamboo swords. There is no requirement for armor for sparring.

"I've done some maintenance at noon." Fujii patted her bamboo knife that had been put in the bag. "I'm going to change clothes. Don't leave yet. Wait for me."

After saying that, she jumped away.

Kazuma was still surprised that this girl actually gave up on teaching her tooth protrusion?

He gathered the cleaned and polished bamboo pieces together, then installed the knife echelon, middle knot, and first leather in sequence, and then installed the tendons and strings used to straighten the bamboo knife.

Kazuma put the maintained bamboo sword into the bag, then stood up and bowed to Daimon Goro: "Thank you for your hard work, teacher. Goodbye, teacher."

"Well, don't hang around, go home directly!" Daimon Goro warned.

"knew."

Kazuma picked up the bamboo sword and went back to the social office to change clothes. As soon as he arrived at the school gate, he was caught up by Fujii, who was trotting over.

"Let's go to the snack shop!"

Mikako Fujii stretched while talking, and the top of her winter sailor uniform was pushed up high by a certain part.

It seems to be Mikako Fujii's and Kazuma Kiryu's daily routine to go to a nearby sweets shop to eat and chat after school.

Kazuma is actually quite strange. Fujii seems to have a pretty good relationship with the original owner, but she still hasn't discovered that the soul inside the original owner's skin is different.

Could it be that the character of the original owner is very similar to Kazuma?

To be honest, if his savings were not about to bottom out and the Ji Dao were pressing closer, he would have wanted to celebrate his youth.

I have a younger sister at home, my parents are both dead, and I have a pretty big house—although most of it is a gym used for practice.

There is Mikako Fujii at school, a girl who is great both as a buddy and as a girlfriend.

Of course, there are a number of male friends who are harmful, but the one Kazuma took the initiative to pass by is not included.

Isn't this the perfect romantic comedy configuration?

In fact, there is still hope to continue romantic comedies. As long as you convince Chiyoko to sell the dojo and use the historical knowledge in your head to invest in some future industries, you can enjoy the school life like a romantic comedy without any worries.

Just as Kazuma was thinking about how to persuade Chiyoko, Fujii slapped him on the shoulder hard: "You are talking!"

"Ah, what's wrong?" Kazuma was shocked. Fujii had been chirping before, and he didn't listen at all.

"I'm talking about your thrusting move! After I went back and thought about it, it should be like this with the back foot, and then like this..."

Mikako Fujii just wore a sailor uniform, put on a kendo stance on the side of the road, and showed Fujii the decomposition movements she thought of.

Kazuma: "It's almost the same. All that's left is to practice and make yourself as proficient as possible."

"Your tone makes it sound like you've practiced a lot?" Mikako Fujii looked at Kazuma with a dissatisfied look on her face, "You've obviously been fishing in the club."

"Yes, but my family runs a dojo, so I can practice at home."

Just as Fujii was about to say something to Kazuma, he heard a shrill howl from the front: "No! Stop it!"

The two of them turned their heads to look together and found that the sound came from the snack shop they planned to go to.

The aunt who ran a sweets shop knelt on the ground, hugging the thigh of a young man dressed as a gangster, and cried loudly.

"Go away!" The young man wanted to kick the aunt away, but she didn't move, so he angrily picked up the wooden stick in his hand.

The aunt screamed and let go of her hand, covering her head where she was hit.

At the same time, two other fierce-looking young men dressed as gangsters used baseball bats to smash the glass jars of candies placed at the entrance of the confectionery shop.

The sound of breaking glass was heard endlessly, mixed with the cry of the lady in the pastry shop.

"You old fool, just take the money and move out, and nothing will happen!" The young man who beat me still had a lecturing tone, "It's just because you don't move out that your brothers still have to work. ! Normally at this time, we are all beating Brother Patching!"

Kazuma understood, this was another forced relocation.

The 1980s was a decade of great development for Tokyo. As the largest and oldest big city in Japan, Tokyo was full of old neighborhoods and faced great resistance to demolition and reconstruction.

This gave the Yakuza organization an opportunity for great development.

Katsura Ward is one of the oldest neighborhoods among the 23 wards of Tokyo. As far as the eye can see, it is full of old wooden houses with one or two floors.

Naturally, this area has become the hardest hit area for real estate development.

The sweets shop is probably within the development zone, but I don’t know if Sumitomo E\u0026E is the one who wants to buy the shop.

The aunt cried: "This is the shop left by my mother. It is an important memory..."

"Who the hell cares about you!" The young gangster stepped on the aunt's face and kicked her to the ground.

At this time, Kazuma noticed that the logo pinned to the lapel of the gangster's suit was not the same group as the one who hung the dead chicken at his door in the morning.

While Kazuma was observing this, Mikako Fujii jumped out with a bamboo sword.

"Hey! How do you treat the elderly?"

Kazuma: Damn!

Several gangsters turned to look at Mikako Fujii, and the expressions on their faces immediately changed.

The gangster leader who stepped on the aunt's face whistled: "Wow, look, who is coming! I thought it was the Zhazha Town Guild!"

Town associations are autonomous organizations in private neighborhoods in Japan. Most neighborhoods have them. In this day and age, they are either defeated by Yakuza organizations and exist in name only, or they transform into Yakuza themselves.

Another gangster looked at Mikako Fujii with a dirty look and said, "This young lady, has she watched too much Lupine the Third and wants to be a heroine like Fujii?"

The gangster leader hit the man on the head with a baseball bat: "Bagayalu! Why the hell are you even showing me animation! I've lost all my face!"

Then he turned to Fujii Mikako again and put on a reasonable expression: "Miss, this is your fault, we are doing business. This rough confectionery shop, faced with the high price offered by Sumitomo Construction, actually... Not satisfied, greedy and raising prices..."

The lady at the snack shop shouted: "I don't have it! I just don't want to sell it..."

"Shut up!"

The gangster leader waved his big stick and hit the aunt on the head.

"Hand!" Fujii Mikako shouted, and at the same time, she quickly drew her sword. The bamboo sword accurately hit the gangster leader's hand, causing his baseball bat to fly out.

The gangster leader screamed like a pig, and glared at Mikako fiercely: "Damn! This woman is crazy! Come on! Sell her to Kabukicho and let her understand the cruelty of society!"

When the other gangsters saw this, they rushed over with strange screams as if they had been beaten to death.

Kazuma sighed.

He was planning to sell the dojo, so he didn't want to take the initiative to cause trouble for the Yakuza.

However, the emblems of this group of gangsters are different from those in the morning. They should be from a different group. It's probably okay to beat them up.

I guess so.

Kazuma drew out his bamboo sword, took a stance, aimed at the charging gangster, and used his strength.

The next moment, the "Xiange" on the head of the bamboo knife hit the eye socket of the gangster he was aiming at.

One of the main functions of "Xiange" is to reduce the lethality of the bamboo knife when stabbing and avoid injuries. After all, this is a prop for practice.

But Kazuma's thrust mobilized all the muscles in his body and formed a combined force.

Although there was Xian Ge, the force was so strong that the bamboo knife was like a hammer covered with a leather sheath, hitting the gangster's eye socket hard.

He screamed and fell backwards, and his entire eye socket was completely black.

This will make him unable to fight for a while.

At this time, Mikako Fujii also hit a gangster in the head with an upper cut. She glanced at Kazuma and shouted: "Ness!"

Kazuma: "Fujii, behind!"

However, Kazuma shouted too late, and the gangster hit Mikako on the back of the head with a bat, knocking her unconscious.

Kazuma thrust out his teeth again, poked the left eye of the gangster who knocked Mikako unconscious into a panda eye, and then supported Mikako's body as he fell to the ground.

Mikako's eyes were dull and she didn't look like she was about to wake up.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the gangster leader picked up the bat that Mikako had just knocked off, and looked at Kazuma maliciously, "What's going on today? The kid with the bamboo knife jumped out one by one, it's not like he was acting Dahe Drama.”

The other two gangsters who could still stand up gathered around one on the left and the other on the right. The man on the left still had thick marks on his face made by Mikako's bamboo knife.

There were five gangsters in total, and the two who fell to the ground were the result of Kazuma's battle.

Mikako's sword should have been able to knock down one of them, but she might have held back subconsciously.

Now, one on three with Ma, holding the unconscious Mikako in his arms.

——Tsk, that’s troublesome.

Cold sweat ran down Kazuma's cheeks.