I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kiryu Kazuma looked at the bald man's face that looked like he needed to be beaten, and when he thought of his frightened sister in his arms, he became very angry.

People who can play martial arts have a certain interest in fighting, and many of them are masters who do not cause trouble and are not afraid of trouble.

Kazuma is one of them.

And when he thought about it, showing the strength given by the plug-in here would buy time to convince Chiyoko to agree to sell the dojo, and secondly, it would allow Sumitomo Construction to re-evaluate the hardness of its current crop and raise the selling price of the dojo.

Calculated this way, it's quite profitable.

So Kazuma, driven by both the desire to vent his evil anger and the calculation of profit, put down his schoolbag, picked up the bamboo sword packed in a special bag, and began to untie the rope tied to the front of the bag.

"What? You want to take action?" Surprise was written on the bald man's face full of violence, "You actually want to take action against an unarmed street reporter? It's not okay to be so rude. For the safety of the neighbors, it seems that I have to give it to you. A little lesson learned!”

"If you are uneducated, don't imitate other people's chatter. Just keep playing with your tongue." Kazuma countered directly. He was the best at talking nonsense, but he couldn't lose the face of Zaun players.

"What did you say!"

The bald man took a step forward, blowing his beard and staring at Kazuma. He stretched out his hand to grab Kazuma's collar. Kazuma took a step back and was about to draw out his bamboo sword, but Chiyoko held his hand down: "Brother! Don't do this, call the police." That’s good! The police will do justice!”

"That's right!" The bald head actually agreed with Chiyoko, "The police will definitely protect us, the unarmed and weak citizens, from the threat of bad boys with bamboo swords."

"My brother is not a bad guy!" Chiyoko turned around and glared back at the bald head.

"Yes, yes." The bald man shrugged disapprovingly, turned around and waved to the two younger brothers.

So the three of them swaggered away.

Chiyoko kept a sullen face, and then breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw them walking away.

Kazuma took the opportunity to suggest: "I think we should sell the dojo. I don't know what they will do in the future."

Chiyoko looked at Kazuma in disbelief: "You were going to beat them just now, and now you actually told me to sell the house just like that?"

"One code equals another. If we don't sell the dojo, I don't know what else will be hung in front of our door in the future."

Chiyoko said with a serious face: "Then let them come! We can just accept this chicken. I will make teriyaki chicken tonight."

Saying that, Chiyoko started to untie the hanging chicken from the eaves.

"Humph, this chicken is not bad, the meat is quite fat."

He and Ma were shocked, could it still be like this?

Chiyoko's approach, in the movie "The Godfather", is equivalent to the director who was threatened by the Godfather and laughed after seeing the head of a dead horse that was stuffed into his bed: "Okay, I was just about to eat donkey meat and burn it." , if donkey meat is not available, horse meat will be fine.”

Chiyoko brought the bloody chicken into the house and stuffed it into the refrigerator. Then she came out with a bucket of water and washed away the chicken blood at the door. After everything was done, she smiled and clapped her hands: "Let's go, brother, if you can't catch up with the kendo It’s morning exercise for the club!”

He Ma was speechless.

——Sister, is it really okay for you to turn a deaf ear to the Yakuza’s threats like this?

——Do you trust the Japanese police too much?

——This is the year 1980. In the first two years of the CCP’s struggle, they still threw incendiary bombs and engaged in armed fighting on the streets. Public security was not as good as you said. Are you too nervous?

"Let's go, brother!" Chiyoko forcibly dragged Kazuma out of the room and closed the door behind her back.

It seems that for Chiyoko, things have "turned over" this morning.

Kazuma's plan to sell his dojo needs to be discussed in the long term.

——I thought today’s threat from the Yakuza was a good opportunity.

Kazuma shook his head and walked on the way to school.

**

Japanese schools have a three-semester system, with the first semester of each new school year starting in April, unlike China which starts the new school year in September.

I didn’t know about this until I was in high school.

Before that, when Kazuma read Japanese campus-themed comics, he would always wonder: "Why do Japanese students have cherry blossoms flying when they enter the new school year? Do Japanese cherry blossoms all bloom in autumn?"

Kitagashi High School, where Kazuma attends, is a national school as you can tell from the name.

Kazuma couldn't afford to go to private school, but Chiyoko was able to go to Koshikawa Girls' School only because she got a special scholarship for kendo.

Competition in women's kendo is relatively less fierce.

As a boy, Kazuma failed to enter the national competition when he was in junior high school. Naturally, he was not eligible for a scholarship, so he could only go to a public high school.

In the 1980s, Japan also implemented strict exam-oriented education. The quality of education in most public schools was very poor and not comparable to private high schools.

However, North Gurashi High School happens to be a relatively rare promotion school among public schools, and the deviation value is quite high.

With Kiryu Kazuma's grades, it would be impossible to enter such a school without relying on his expertise in kendo.

However, Hema is a time traveler, coming from China forty years later where cramming exam-oriented education was prevalent.

Even the Japanese education test questions in the 1980s are still a little less interesting than the Chinese college entrance examination questions.

Taking mathematics as an example, trigonometric functions are already relatively difficult content in Japanese high school education, and analytic geometry stands at the top of the difficulty pyramid, dominating the rest.

But in the college entrance examination mathematics, trigonometric functions are at most the first big question, and they are pushed to the third big question.

The most difficult analytical geometry taught in Japanese schools is the first question of the sixth major question in the college entrance examination mathematics paper.

When Kazuma was in high school, the math teacher commented on the first question of the sixth big question like this: "This is what gives points. The second question is what starts to widen the gap between the top students, so your points for the first question are You must take them all, and it cannot take more than five minutes. Now let’s do a small test. The twenty questions in this paper are all the sixth and first difficulty questions. The time is two hours, let’s start!”

Another example is English. Japanese English education is really bad.

What's more, Hema was still working in a foreign trade company before he crossed over. English was his survival skill. From time to time, he would brag about the company's products to foreigners, and business trips to foreign countries were common.

So Kazuma suddenly discovered that he, an above-average student who could barely get into the No. 2 examination room according to his ranking during the high school monthly exam, had become a top student here.

Of course, no one else in the school knows that Kazuma already has the academic ability to be a top student, after all, April has just begun.

In the first week of traveling with horses, we are still on spring break. The winter vacation in Japan is very short, just one week after Christmas to New Year's Day, and the spring break is relatively long, from the end of February to April 1 for high school students.

Fortunately, we were on spring break when we first time travel, which gave Kazuma time to adapt to time travel, so there weren't any troubles after school started.

When he first traveled through time, Kazuma had not digested the memory of the original owner and could not remember the names of those classmates at all.

Kazuma walked up the gentle slope in front of the gate of Kitagashi High School. At this time, there were not many high-rise buildings in the Katsura district. Looking from the front of Kitagashi High School, one could see the Edogawa River in the distance.

Teacher Daimon Goro, who teaches physical education, is holding a bamboo sword and standing at the school gate like a door god, staring at the uniforms of the students entering the school.

In this era, short skirts were just beginning to become popular, and many girls secretly changed their skirts to shorter lengths.

But another year later, in 1981, after Hiroko Yakushimaru's "Sailor Suit and Machine Gun" became a hit, the girls would swarm to change their skirts to longer lengths.

Fashion is a cycle.

It is obvious that the heroine Xingquan in the movie wore a long skirt to show that she is a good student and a good girl. However, the scene in the movie in which Xingquan wears a long skirt and a sailor uniform and shoots with a submachine gun has become a famous scene in Japanese film history and is deeply loved by Japanese girls. , so Taimei began to wear long skirts, and good students began to wear midi skirts about five centimeters above the knee.

While Kazuma was sighing, Daimon Goro suddenly looked at him and roared: "Kazuma! What time is it! The morning exercise is almost over!"

"No, it's not even eight o'clock yet." Kazuma replied subconsciously, and then regretted it.

"Don't talk back!" Daimon Goro roared, "Run around the playground ten times for me!"

As a physical education teacher and a consultant to the kendo department, Daimon Goro does have the power to punish horses for running in circles.

Kazuma doesn't mind running ten laps, but he has a high sense of crisis now and is very worried that the Yakuza will cause trouble again.

Circle exercise is just what Kazuma needs.

"Understood, run away now, Teacher Goro!"

"The answer is boring! Show your roots in the physical education department! Your deviation value is so bad. Without kendo, you will lose the meaning of your existence in this school. Do you understand!"

——No, no, no, my deviation value is too high now.

Japanese schools will use the normal distribution probability density function to statistically process students' scores, and then use the deviation value to measure the student's academic ability.

The higher the deviation value, the stronger the academic ability.

Although Kazuma complained in his heart, there was no exam now. No one would believe him if he said that my deviation value suddenly became very high.

So he gave up arguing and answered loudly: "Yes! Teacher Goro! I'm going to run laps right now!"

"Go! Run now! Run to the social office!"

Maybe it was because there weren't many students at the moment and Daimon Goro didn't have much to do, so he kept giving Kazuma instructions and watched Kazuma trotting to the kendo club's office.

As long as Kazuma ran a little slower, Daimon Goro's roar would be heard from behind.

When Kazuma arrived at the club office, he temporarily put down his schoolbag, carried his bamboo sword and entered the indoor practice field next to the club office.

Members of the kendo club have begun morning exercises, and the sound of bamboo swords clashing can be heard endlessly.

"Why are you here?" A girl with a single ponytail and kendo uniform came forward and asked while wiping sweat with a towel hanging around her neck.

"Fujii, something happened at home." Kazuma replied while glancing at Fujii's chest.

Apparently she had just finished practicing swinging the sword, and the sweat soaked through the kendo uniform, making the fabric stick to her skin, highlighting the girl's youth...

"Eye poke!" Fujii yelled, poking Kazuma's eyes with both hands.

Kazuma ducked away with a shake of his head.

"Don't hide! I will dig out your sinful eyes today!"

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble." Kazuma wrote his name on the kendo gym's attendance list, then turned around and left.

"How many more laps were punished?" Fujii asked gloatingly.

Kazuma turned around and gave her the middle finger.

Fujii's laughter came from behind, and Kazuma started running.

——Disregarding the threat of the Yakuza and the soon-to-be-bottomed savings, you can actually enjoy the wonderful campus life.

Kazuma thought as he ran.

——Fujii has a good personality and good looks. She is the kind of girl who can be regarded as a buddy or a love interest.

——If there is no imminent existential crisis, it would be a beautiful thing to fall in love with Fujii.

— if there is no existential threat.

**

After ten laps, Kazuma returned to the kendo hall and saw that only Fujii was still practicing his sword swing.

The clock on the wall already read half past eight, and everyone else was probably back in the classroom getting ready for class.

"You're not waiting for me, are you?" Kazuma asked half-jokingly.

"Daydreaming!" Fujii made a face at Kazuma.

Kazuma shrugged and was about to pick up his things and return to the classroom. Suddenly, he felt that Fujii's sword swing was a bit uncoordinated.

He stopped and stared at Fujii for more than ten seconds.

——It’s true, I can now estimate a person’s proficiency in swordsmanship.

——Fujii is now at level 4 without genre.

Kazuma continued to stare at Fujii, and then he found that he could not only see Fujii's "school" and "level", but also something like a red entry.

If you look carefully, you can confirm that the entry about the size of a grain of rice is "left arm strain."

"Fujii, is your left arm strained?"

Kazuma asked.