I teach kendo in Tokyo

When Tsuda Masaaki heard the report, he frowned: "Don't agree? This guy is a bit tough. Could it be that he defeated Nishikiyama Heita and made him swell?"

Ohta Thirteen asked: "What's next? What should we do?"

"Well... let's hit another car and get in." Masaaki Tsuda waved his hand, "We can make less money and give more dividends to Chairman Sato of the Transportation Industry Association. In this case, even if we don't make money, we still have to do it in the name of 'us' "The way', it should be done before the cadre meeting, do you understand?"

"I understand. I'm going to call President Sato right now." Shinnosuke said diligently, "Are we going to collide tonight?"

"Are you stupid?" Masaaki Tsuda grabbed the paperweight on the table and threw it at Shinnosuke, "Then if I hit someone and killed him, wouldn't I be in big trouble?"

Accidents that result in human life and accidents that do not result in human life are two different concepts.

"It's still the same as today, after the Kiryu siblings went to school, we crashed into their house."

"I see."

Shinnosuke left without looking back.

In fact, there is a phone on the third floor, but this phone is mainly used to communicate with the Yida. Some companies or institutions do not want their call records to have numbers marked as "Jida Office Landline" by the police. .

The Maebashi Transportation Industry Association is one such organization.

So Shinnosuke had to go out and call Chairman Sato from a public phone.

After Shinnosuke left, Ota Shisan said: "Actually, I also arranged a small show for the Kiryu brothers and sisters."

Tsuda Masaaki said: "As long as it's not a forced show, it's fine. What did you arrange?"

"I..." Ohta Shisan lowered his voice and told the team leader his arrangement.

After listening to this, Masaaki Tsuda laughed loudly: "Yes, this is good! Think about it carefully, we are the Yakuza and bad guys. Sure enough, we still need some such tricks to look like us."

**

At this time, Kazuma was meditating in the dojo.

But he couldn't calm down at all, and his mind was full of chaotic thoughts.

Obviously, I have found a way to become stronger through the golden finger. As long as I have one month, no, as long as half a month, I can actually improve my skills by two to three through systematic gym-kick challenges. point.

At that time, relying on pure force can at least prevent the Yakuza at the grassroots level from making mistakes.

As long as the Yakuza dare not make mistakes, Sumitomo Construction should be willing to return to the path of good talks.

After all, for this kind of real estate development, even if all the surrounding land is bought by Sumitomo Construction, they can't develop the Kazuma land without selling it - unless they want an old monastery in the middle of a high-end commercial and residential area.

Although this is an ideal and best process, and there will probably be all kinds of troubles in its implementation, it is the path after all, isn’t it?

After getting the money, the next step is to study, take the exam at Dongda University, fall in love, and maybe even win the national kendo championship.

Obviously the happy time-travel life is about to begin, obviously it is about to begin!

Thinking of this, Kazuma felt angry in his heart and hit his thigh with a hammer, burning pain immediately entered his head.

At this moment, he heard Chiyoko's scream coming from the direction of the entrance.

He jumped up in excitement and ran to the entrance as if flying.

Chiyoko was wearing a raincoat and seemed to be cleaning the gravel at the door, but now she was covered in some foul-smelling sticky substance.

A manure removal truck was parked outside the door. The driver just got out of the car and said with an apologetic look: "Sorry, sorry, little girl, there seems to be something wrong with our equipment! Are you okay?"

Chiyoko stood in the heavy rain, silent for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around, without even looking at Kazuma, she passed him and ran towards the bathroom.

The disgusting stench made Kazuma almost unable to restrain his desire to dodge to the side.

Although it was only for a short moment, Kazuma could clearly see that Chiyoko's beautiful face and lips, as well as the collarbone exposed in the collar of the raincoat, were all covered in black and foul-smelling mud.

Kazuma was furious and rushed up to grab the driver's collar: "You bastard!"

"We didn't mean it! I'm going to pay! I'm going to pay! This wallet is my month's wages! Don't hit me, I have to go to work tomorrow, and I still have a wife and children at home waiting for me to support..."

With a crash, the driver knelt down in front of Kazuma and raised his wallet with both hands, like a surrendered soldier in battle.

Kazuma punched the driver and knocked him backwards several times before picking up the wallet on the ground.

However, there was not much money in the wallet, and the driver took advantage of Kazuma's opportunity to pick up the wallet, got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away quickly.

"You bastard!" Kazuma yelled at the dung truck that ran away.

The driver's voice came back from far away: "Cherish today when you can still take a shower! Tomorrow you won't even have a bathroom!"

Kazuma was so angry that he threw his wallet on the ground, ignored the soaked bills inside, turned around and ran home.

There were footprints left by Chiyoko on the floor in the corridor, and the black footprints still gave off a foul odor.

Kazuma carefully avoided the footprints and came to the bathroom door. He was about to say something when he suddenly stopped.

In addition to the sound of the shower, he heard muffled sobbing in the bathroom.

A girl in the Mood for Love had shit thrown all over her. Chiyoko must be feeling very uncomfortable now.

Kazuma stood in front of the door, listening to the sound of the shower and choking on the other side of the door, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He turned around silently and returned to the dojo.

Outside the dojo's open door to the courtyard, a heavy rain roared.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the cherry blossom trees stood quietly.

Kazuma listened to the violent rain and looked at the cherry blossom trees, and unexpectedly found that the rage in his heart gradually changed.

He was obviously very angry, but inside he felt like a windless lake, as calm as water.

He calmly realized that he actually had no choice.

To be patient and endure the humiliation, Kazuma cannot accept the result of this choice. As long as Kazuma is alive, he will not make such a choice.

As long as he is alive, he will not compromise with the Yakuza or Sumitomo Construction.

There is no choice.

At this moment, Kazuma was determined.

It’s okay not to overestimate your own capabilities.

It doesn't matter if you hit an egg against a stone.

A man must do this once in a while.

He turned back to the locker room of the dojo and put on the loose kimono he wore when practicing kendo.

This time, the enemy's levels have been seen, they are very strong, and there are many enemies. This time it is the opponent's home field.

Kazuma guessed that he would not be able to come back.

But, even if it can increase the chance of survival by one ten thousandth, he still has to do what he needs to do.

After changing into kendo uniforms, Kazuma took out the wooden swords that Chiyoko had found earlier from the tool room, tied them with furoshiki, and carried them behind his back.

There are a total of 18 wooden swords, and they should be able to kill many Yakuza before they are all broken.

Kazuma came to the dressing room mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and thought to himself, he looked a bit like a samurai.

However, I always feel that there is still a little bit missing.

Kazuma suddenly noticed that on the wall of the dressing room, Grandpa Kiryu's bamboo hat that Chiyoko had found before was hanging.

So Kazuma went over to take off the bamboo hat and put it on his head.

Looking again, in the full-length mirror, a samurai who walked out of a Dahe drama was standing in the mirror.

Kazuma took a deep breath, adjusted the furoshiki on his shoulders, and steadied the wooden sword on his back.

He walked out of the locker room and stood in the middle of the dojo, looking at the big cherry tree in the yard through the door.

"Before I have time to figure out the effects of enshrining things under you, I have to say goodbye." Kazuma said softly, "I have to say, you are really a very beautiful cherry blossom tree."

The only response to the hippopotamus was the sound of pouring rain.

Kazuma shook his head slightly as if he was laughing at his sudden sentimentality.

He left the dojo and glanced in the direction of the bathroom.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Torajiro in the Japanese national comedy. Torajiro himself has no ability and can only wander around doing a small business. He has been worried about his sister Sakura, but he has no way to really do anything for Sakura.

That’s why Torajiro sang in the movie’s theme song, “My sister who can’t get married without me, one day you will be happy for your great brother”…

This lyrics perfectly fits Hema's current state of mind.

Forgive me, sister, I may have to leave you alone in this cruel world this time.

Kazuma said to his sister from the bottom of his heart, and then walked towards the entrance.

Although the entrance hall was destroyed in the car accident, the phone placed near the entrance hall still works.

Kazuma picked up the receiver and dialed the number left by Detective Shiratori on the dial.

Soon someone answered the phone: "Metropolitan Police Department, who am I calling?"

"I'm looking for Detective Shiratori." Kazuma said calmly.

"Detective Shiratori is out running a case. He may come back later, or he may go home directly. Is there something wrong?"

"Tell Detective Shiratori for me that he has some clues about the Tsuda-gumi's criminal evidence he wants. As long as he goes to the Tsuda-gumi's office immediately, he might be able to catch it."

——My body should be considered criminal evidence, right?

Kazuma ignored the words on the other end, "Please leave a phone number and I'll ask him to call back immediately when Detective Shiratori comes back." and hung up the phone directly.

He walked out of the house through the broken door and onto the road.

He had already figured out the location of the Tsuda-gumi office. After all, Nishikiyama Heita had reminded him that the person he would take over next would probably be the Tsuda-gumi. He had to know where the enemy was.

Although Kazuma has not been to that place since he crossed over, the original owner had already become familiar with this area before he crossed over. His brain automatically planned the route to the Tsuda-gumi office like an Amap map.

Kazuma walked leisurely in the heavy rain, and the raindrops made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat.

As he walked, he sighed, clearly three weeks ago, I just crossed over, and I was just an outsider who couldn't even integrate into the world here.

Obviously two weeks ago, I still found this sister who was not allowed to sell the dojo very annoying.

Obviously before I traveled through time, I always felt that I would definitely follow that "goo" route after traveling through time.

But now, I am walking on the road of dying generously. People who don't know it will definitely think that I am some kind of hero.

Kazuma thought as he walked through the rain and night.

Suddenly, he saw a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the roadside ahead.

In the dark night, the red scarf around Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's neck was unnaturally bright.

Kazuma did not slow down. As he walked, he looked at the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and his face washed by the rain.

It is said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is also responsible for guiding the dead souls to a blissful rebirth.

"Are you here to pick me up?" Kazuma whispered, "Sorry, I still have some things to finish."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was silent, even the stone could not speak.

It just silently watched the figures wearing bamboo hats go away, just like it had watched those men rush to their deaths countless times in the past.

Finally, Kazuma arrived in front of the Tsuda-gumi office.

This is a three-story building. There may be some problems with the distribution box next to the building. Small flashes can be seen from time to time, so the lighting in the building is not stable.

He Ma stood in the heavy rain, thinking about what poem he should recite.

He thought of someone easily.

This man had just inherited the family, quelled the civil strife, found the "iron cannon", a weapon introduced from the West that could change the shape of war, and began to form an iron cannon team. Just when everything was about to go on the right track, there was an unexpected news. He received the news that a powerful enemy was out in battle.

All plans, all plots for the future, were completely useless in the face of the suddenly powerful enemy.

Seeing that the grand plan that had not yet taken the first step was about to come to nothing, this man mobilized the only troops in his hand to launch a decisive blow against the powerful enemy.

Before he went into battle, he danced a Wakayuki dance himself, leaving a legend that is famous in Japanese history.

This man's name is Oda Nobunaga.

When he danced this Wakako dance, he must have had the same mood as Wakaba.

Obviously, as long as you give it a little more time, everything will be on track.

It's obviously just a little bit closer to being ready to deal with it.

However, the ignorant enemy ruined everything.

"Fifty years in the human world," Kazuma muttered softly, and at the same time pulled out the first wooden sword from his back, "It's like a dream, how can there be anyone who lives forever."

Thunder exploded in the sky, and lightning illuminated everything like daylight.

At this time, a big and round Yakuza pushed open the door of the office and came out, yelling viciously at Kazuma: "Fuck! What are you doing! Don't stand in front of our office! Get out!"

Kazuma didn't reply, just put his teeth in a protruding posture.

"Huh?" The other party was shocked, "Do you know where this place is? If you dare to make a mistake, without you..."

Kazuma suddenly exerted his strength, and his whole body turned into an afterimage. The blade of the wooden knife tore through the torrential rain curtain, forming a visual effect like cutting in the air.

The head of the wooden knife hit the pattern on Jidao's collar, and the pattern, which was of acceptable quality, cracked in half.

Jidao flew backwards and hit the door of the office.

The glass on the door shattered with a sound, spraying backward like a shotgun. Then the door deformed and fell off the door frame. It flew backwards together with Ji Dao's body and hit the few people sitting on the couch near the door in the house. On a very extreme person.

Kazuma's wooden sword broke in response. He threw the broken wooden sword at the still shocked Yakuza's face without hesitation, and at the same time smoothly drew out the second wooden sword.

Kazuma shouted angrily:

"Naturally Rishin-ryu Master"

Kazuma Kiryu

See you! "