I teach kendo in Tokyo

After lunch, Kazuma packed up the knife holder that Chiyoko had cleaned.

The Kiryu family's dojo was built according to traditional specifications. There was originally a place reserved for displaying knives, and there were nails on the wall for hanging scrolls.

Kazuma put the knife holder in place, placed the knife on it, and then took a few steps back to see the effect.

Sure enough, the wall behind the knife was empty, and it felt like something was missing.

Mikako: "I don't understand those complicated rules, but...is there something missing?"

Nanjo: "It lacks a hanging scroll. There should be a hanging scroll on the back of the knife that shows the owner's ambition or hobby."

He Ma Meng clapped his hands: "Hobby, yes, hobby!"

He strode out of the dojo, leaving three girls with confused expressions on the spot.

After a while, Kazuma came in holding a poster of the now popular idol Matsu Seiko.

Although this Matsu Seiko differed by one character from the name of a Japanese national female idol in Kazuma's lifetime, Kazuma knew at a glance that this was probably the "original image" of this time and space.

There are slight differences in different time and space, which is normal.

Kazuma hung Matsu Seiko's poster on the wall behind the knife rest, took two steps back to look at his results, nodded and said, "Yes, not bad!"

He turned around to ask the girls for their opinions, but found that the girls were looking at him like they were freaks.

Chiyoko: "Brother, are you serious?"

"Seriously, I want to hang something that highlights the ambition of the owner of the sword. Isn't my ambition to marry Matsu Seiko lofty?"

Chiyoko looked helpless. She glanced at Nanjo and Mikako and found that Mikako was already fiddling with her temples, apparently considering whether to get a perm of the same style as Matsu Seiko's.

Nanjo-san was indifferent and just looked at Kazuma with a smile: "Seiko-san is very cute and her songs are also very good. I will listen to her songs secretly."

"Listen secretly?" Kazuma grasped the key words keenly.

"Well, my father... my father said that it was the sound of Mi Mi."

"Then what do you usually listen to?" Mikako asked doubtfully.

"Bach." Nanjo-san said lightly.

Mikako sat down on the floor of the dojo, lay back, and said in big letters: "Ah, I quit! I can't play this game anymore! I surrender, just run over me, wheel of history!" "

Chiyoko: "I think the current Fujii-senpai is also very cute. Right bro?"

Kazuma was a little confused as to why Chiyoko would come out to support Mikako at this time, but once he saw Chiyoko's expression, he understood.

Chiyoko had the word "tuition" written all over her face.

"Well, yes, the elegant white plum fragrance is naturally great, but the neighbor's sunflowers also have a different flavor. Hmm." Kazuma said.

Nanjo-san kept his calm smile.

Kazuma decided to change the topic - it felt worse to talk about it again, because the famous melody "Sailing to the Other Shore of Sorrow" - also known as Ito Makoto's execution song - had already started playing in his mind.

"Nanjo-san listens to Bach, so are you learning piano or something?"

"Well, I play the piano."

Kazuma thought, OK, you can come and buff me in the future.

He asked a little greedily: "So, can you play shamisen?"

I remember that Soichiro Uesugi had a BUFF on his head from listening to the shamisen.

"Well, my father said that it was a skill that only geishas could learn, so he didn't let me learn it."

Kazuma scratched his head. The props needed for the piano were too bulky. To add BUFF, he had to find a piano first. It would be much easier if he had a shamisen. It would be very convenient to fight by himself in the front, and Nanjo would follow behind and play with a shamisen.

Kazuma thought about the BUFF he saw on Uesugi Soichiro's head that day, and then asked: "Nanjo-san, do you know how to do tea ceremony?"

Nanjo shook his head: "I have learned a lot, but I think my level is far from being able to do it."

"That's it." Kazuma was speechless.

It seems that this BUFF is not easy to collect.

The key is, now I don’t know how strong it is to be able to add buff to someone. Is it possible to get a buff by just recruiting someone who can play the piano or shamisen, or is it necessary to have the ability of a celebrity or above.

Mr. Kazuma feels that it requires talented people, and it is impossible to just pull in someone who can play the piano and get buffs.

So it's still early to collect BUFF now, the time is not ripe. First, pass the college entrance examination, enter the Metropolitan Police Department and become a professional group. Now that you are rich and powerful, it will not be too late to collect these slowly.

Kazuma planned to put all these aside and start practicing in the afternoon - the tuition fees for the two girls seemed to have been decided, so they had to really teach them something.

He turned around and was about to say that he was going to show up as a teacher when the doorbell rang again from the entrance.

——What the hell? Why are so many people here today?

When Hema traveled to the present, their house usually had no guests at all, but today they had the fourth wave of guests.

Kazuma shouldered the wooden sword again and prepared to go to the entrance to answer the door.

Unexpectedly, the guest had already run into the yard and appeared under the cherry blossom tree.

Kazuma frowned and looked at the uninvited guests who were obviously delinquent boys.

Seeing this situation, Chiyoko silently picked up the sword in front of Matsu Seiko's poster and ran behind Kazuma, ready to hand the sword to her brother at any time.

When several delinquents saw Chiyoko coming with a knife, they all showed fear on their faces.

The leader shouted: "Wait a minute! We are not here to cause trouble!"

As he spoke, he knelt down on the ground, took out a thick brown paper envelope and raised it above his head: "Please accept us as your apprentices, master craftsman!"

Kazuma said "Oh" and understood. Although he had no memory, he could deduce based on logic that these bad guys should have been at the scene "that night" and directly witnessed Kazuma's heroic appearance.

Kazuma had thought before that he could develop students from the bad guys that night, but he didn't expect that these people would show up on their own.

He wanted to laugh, but he had to stay serious.

Now there are girls watching from behind. This apprentice cannot be accepted so easily. He has to be a bit tough.

After all, in this world, if there is a sense of ritual and formality, one will become stronger. If you do something cool, you might get a buff.

While Kazuma was thinking about what to do in a cool way, he stepped forward and took the brown paper envelope.

When he opened it, he found a pile of banknotes of various denominations inside.

Kazuma understood instantly.

Most of the money was extorted from students in the school by these gangsters.

Originally, Kazuma was thinking about how to recruit these young men to become more powerful, but now he has given up this idea.

He threw the brown paper envelope on the ground: "Bastard! Do you think I will accept this kind of extorted money? Look at how dishonest you are! If you frequent my dojo, my reputation will not be used. I want it! Get out!"

"Teacher!"

"Who the hell is your master?" He Ma stepped forward and kicked the bad guy who was kneeling in front of him in the face, "Get out of here! Don't force me to draw the sword!"

Chiyoko ran up quickly: "Brother, knife."

She also pushed the knife away a little - making it easier to pull out.

It was this gentle push that made the knife make a crisp sound.

"Amao, run!" Several bad boys kneeling a little further away rushed up, picked up the one kneeling in front of Kazuma, and ran out of the yard.

Kazuma picked up the envelope they missed, and chased after them with a long stride and threw it to them: "Take your stinky money! Take it back and give it back to the person you blackmailed! Don't fucking show up in my sight again! Otherwise I will kill you Cut him into pieces and then send him to a juvenile detention center!"

Several delinquents ran without looking back. One of them ran a few steps and then turned back to pick up the envelope Kazuma threw, then turned around and continued running.

Soon all the bad guys disappeared.

**

Shigeru Ikeda and his party ran a long way away before stopping.

Miura patted Ikeda Shigeru on the shoulder: "Ah Mao, forget it. If we don't learn kendo, we are the best in the entire Gurashi family. No one dares to mess with us. Isn't it happy to use this money to buy cigarettes and alcohol?"

"Hmph, that person pretends to be righteous, but he is also a member of the Yakuza." Asano said as he took out a comb and began to sort out the messy plane head, "The Yakuza must be a thousand times worse than us. Times, if they go to hell in the future, they will go first."

"Have you seen those girls around him?" Irie showed a sly expression, "They are all so big, hee hee hee. Oops! Why did you hit me, Amao?"

Ikeda Shigeru didn't say anything. He grabbed the brown paper envelope from Miura's hand and walked forward with big steps.

"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry? Are you going to a disco? The money in the envelope will keep you entertained all night!" Miura caught up with Ikeda Shigeru and wanted to put his shoulder on his shoulder, but Ikeda Shigeru dodged him.

Miura frowned and looked at Ikeda Shigeru: "Hey, you can't do it, can you?"

"I'm going to return the money to its original owner." Shigeru Ikeda said firmly.

"Isn't it? Why are you so crazy? Do you really want to turn around after others say a few words?"

Ikeda Shigeru didn't reply and strode forward quickly.

There was no confusion in his mind.

Before that night, he thought that the heroes on TV were all liars, whether it was Mito Komon or Masked Fighter, they were all fake.

But that night, in the darkness, Shigeru Ikeda met a true hero.

HERO exists!

Although HERO does not have a transformer and does not ride a motorcycle, he, like the Kamen Rider on TV, broke into the villain's lair alone and faced the tide of villains single-handedly.

Shigeru Ikeda clearly remembered the lightning flash that day, and then the sword light appeared in the darkness.

That clear outline is like the white moonlight guiding the way forward.

From that moment on, the world that Shigeru Ikeda thought was so bad seemed not so bad.

Simply because he knows that HERO exists.

Shigeru Ikeda wants to follow the white moonlight.

Shigeru Ikeda doesn’t want to be a combatant of an evil organization, he wants to be a hero.