I teach kendo in Tokyo

After that, Kazuma performed a series of decomposition movements for Nanjo-san - the same ones he did for Mikako.

Nanjo-san didn't seem to believe that this set of movements could achieve Kazuma's thrusting speed, but he still followed the broken down movements to learn them.

When Kazuma corrected her movements with his hands, he smelled a faint fragrance on her body.

"Is this... Baimeixiang?" He Ma made a random guess.

When it comes to the fragrance of Yamato Nadeshiko, the first thing that comes to Kazuma's mind is the fragrance of white plums, because he likes Yukiyoba in Rurouni Kenshin Memories very much, and the anime mentioned many times that Yukiyoba has the fragrance of white plums.

Nanjo-san looked at Kazuma in surprise: "You...well, today you are wearing perfume with the scent of white plum blossoms. Ah, I don't usually use perfume, but when I practice kendo, I spray a little in advance to suppress the smell of sweat. This is also It’s approved by the school!”

Koshikawa Girls' School is a school for young ladies with very strict rules. No cosmetics are allowed, and even shampoo is required to use light-scented shampoo.

How could Kazuma know this from Chiyoko?

However, Nanjo-san actually asked the school board for permission to use perfume in school. This act itself is a reflection of the status of a eldest lady.

Mikako smelled her clothes very worriedly.

Kazuma adjusted the posture of Nanjo-san's hand, and while pulling away, he said: "It's a pity that it didn't rain today. The fragrance of white plums in the rain is the most charming."

Nanjo smiled at Kazuma: "The rainy season is coming, and every day will be a day suitable for the fragrance of white plums."

Mikako gasped nearby, obviously shocked by such a high-level conversation.

At this moment, Chiyoko came to disrupt the situation: "Brother, when did you become so artistic? You were clearly a guy who couldn't even rhyme a limerick before!"

Kazuma: "If your limericks can't rhyme, then what's wrong with you?"

"But you're just such a bad guy." Chiyoko scratched her head, "But forget it, I like my current brother better."

...Chiyoko, your real brother Izumoshita would cry if you knew that.

Forget it, Kazuma thought, forget it, if I can NTR it, it means that the original main dish is the original sin.

Kazuma turned his attention to teaching Nanjo-san the thrusting sword technique: "Okay, Miss Nanjo, please do a coherent one."

"I understand." Nanjo resumed the initial starting position, and then launched a thrust.

Kazuma watched from the side, and he could tell at a glance that her movements were a lot out of shape.

Kazuma's golden finger is that as long as the posture is correct and the direction of force is correct, the movements will not go out of shape. This is actually a great advantage.

The movements of mature sword skills are generally refined through repeated improvements and must be the optimal solution.

If the desired effect is not achieved when using these sword skills, it is usually because the movements are deformed.

Some people say that routines are useless. In fact, it is mainly because they cannot practice well and the routines always go out of shape.

Being able to use sword skills in a completely non-descript manner is actually a very powerful thing.

Miss Nanjo is completely unable to stay out of shape. To use her sword skills perfectly every time like Kazuma requires a lot of practice.

"Stop!" Kazuma shouted, then stepped forward and began to correct the eldest lady's movements.

The scent of white plum blossoms penetrated his nostrils again.

It smells so good.

Kazuma suddenly wanted to hug the eldest lady tightly, bury his face in her clothes, and enjoy the fragrance.

But he immediately shook off the urge.

How could the willpower of a man who once broke up a group alone not be able to overcome this urge?

Others couldn't even tell that Kazuma was impulsive at that moment.

Kazuma completed the instructions very gentlemanly, and then pulled away: "Do it again."

This practice lasted for more than an hour. Kazuma initially taught Nanjo-san the basics of thrusting, and then taught Nanjo-san and Mikako some of the most basic Hokatsu Itto-ryu techniques.

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! A carefully prepared bento! The kind that can be eaten without reheating!"

"I also have snacks for the sick," Nanjo-san said quickly, "It's perfectly fine to eat them for lunch."

Kazuma nodded: "Okay, let's go to the yard. The weather is so nice, and we can enjoy the last wave of cherry blossoms."

The big cherry blossom 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 blooming the big cherry blossom trees are, they cannot stop the power of nature. In a few days, they will completely wither after a rain.

Kazuma took the lead and came to the edge between the dojo and the courtyard.

The edge of the Kiryu family's old house is very wide, which is perfect for a group of people to gather together and eat while looking at the scenery in the yard.

Kazuma sat directly on the wooden floor, his feet hanging from the edge, and looked up at the cherry blossom tree in full bloom.

The three girls quickly brought over the lunch boxes and other items and laid them out.

In Japan, it is assumed that women are responsible for these houseworks, and no girl will have any objection to Ma being the shopkeeper.

Mikako opened the lunch box with great interest: "Qiang Qiang! Look! How is it? It looks good, right?"

Kazuma glanced at it and said, "Humph, it doesn't even shine, just average."

"What the hell is it that glows? Is it added with fluorescent agent?" Mikako complained loudly, and gently patted Kazuma's shoulder with his hand.

Miss Nanjo smiled and said, "Do you usually interact like this and talk about comics?"

"Yeah." Kazuma nodded.

"That's great." Nanjo-san sounded quite envious.

Mikako glanced at her, then suddenly approached her and smelled her fragrance.

Nanjo-san: "You can buy white plum scented perfume at ordinary drug stores, but I specially asked a professional to mix it for me."

"Damn it, I hate capitalists!" Mikako shouted with an exaggerated expression like a cartoonist.

In Japan, which has just experienced the student movement era, such statements are not uncommon.

The girls who were having a friendly exchange with Ma Kaoru picked up their chopsticks, picked up a piece of tempura and threw it into their mouths.

I can only say 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 texture is just right.

Just as Kazuma was about to pick up another one, the doorbell rang at the door.

Kazuma held down Chiyoko who was about to get up to answer the door, returned to the dojo, picked up a wooden sword, put it on his shoulder and went straight to the entrance.

He opened the door fiercely, and then saw someone wearing the uniform of the Metropolitan Police Department's Scientific Investigation Section standing outside.

"Mr. Kiryu and Ma, right? We are here to return the items you left at the scene." After saying that, the speaker directly pushed open the courtyard door - the courtyard door was not locked at this time.

A policeman came in carrying a transparent plastic box and placed it on the ground. Inside the box was a large pile of wooden knives.

Then another policeman placed a bamboo hat and a long knife on the plastic box.

"After you count the quantity, please sign here." The policeman who first greeted Hema handed him a writing board with something like a list sandwiched between it.

Kazuma nodded, and first reached out to pick up the tachi - the familiar weight, coupled with the obvious ichimonji pattern on the handle, was indeed the authentic Bizen Nagafune ichimonji.

Kazuma switches to the posture of hanging the knife on his waist, then gently puts his thumb against the knife handle guard and exerts slight pressure.

There was a crisp sound, and a small distance was opened between the handle and the scabbard. The blade was slightly exposed, and the cold light swept across the field of vision of everyone present.

Kazuma drew out his long sword with a beautiful movement, exposing the blade to the midday sun.

Suddenly, the wind started blowing on the street.

The wind swept the cherry blossom petals across the blade.

After the wind passed by, the petals broke into two pieces.

"Mr. Kiryu Kazuma?"

The police's voice brought Kazuma, who was looking at the knife in a daze, back to reality. Only then did he realize that the police had taken many steps back and looked at him from a distance.

Kazuma returned the sword to its sheath, then took the writing pad handed to him by the police and quickly signed his name.

"Don't you count the items?" the policeman asked.

"No need." Kazuma smiled and returned the signed writing board to the police. "As a good citizen, I trust the police."