I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 132
At one end of the courtyard is a round target plate with a red heart and a white background. This is the old house of the Kamiya family located in Chiyoda District, Tokyo. It has been passed down from the Heian period to the present. It covers an area of ​​about [-] square meters, which is two or three times larger than Yuki's ancestral house. .

Wearing a black long hakama and a white jacket, Kamiya Rin is wearing a leather protective gear on his chest. He is not wearing a protective glove in his right hand, holding two three-foot-long arrows, holding a bow with his left palm, and standing with his feet spread apart. , Putting on the posture of raising hands and stepping on the bow.

After keeping her body still, she put the arrow on the bow with her back straight. This step is called bow construction. At this time, the root of the arrow has touched the bowstring.

Gently raise your hands, and raise the arrow and bow above your head. The bow made of composite materials such as bamboo and wood is long and thin, and the total height can reach more than two meters, so special archery methods are used.

The target plate 28 meters away was only the size of an ordinary dinner plate, and the area of ​​the red dot in the center was no more than a five-yen coin. Rin Kamiya slowly pulled the bowstring, and the position of the arrow moved from the top of the head to the side of the face. No shaking, smooth as a mountain.

Closing her left eye, she aimed at the target board, which was even smaller in her sight. After maintaining this movement for half a minute, she let go of the string.

"call out!"

The three-foot arrow had a straight trajectory and flew straight to the target plate. The person holding it was a middle-aged man in a suit. His body trembled. The target plate was stabbed by a huge force and nailed to the white wall of the courtyard.

"Miaoshe, what a wonderful shot!"

The tall man in a suit trotted into the room and slapped his hands in praise. His name is Kamiya Yonghe. I don’t remember his original surname. Kamiya Rin just appointed this collateral son-in-law to manage the industry in the Kanto region. He has the ability and attitude It's not bad, he has the talent to be a ninja.

Kamiya Rin knelt down after finishing the bow, put down the bow, picked up the tea bowl prepared by the maid next to him, and took a sip. The man in the suit opposite him also knelt at the tea table and handed over a report.

"Thanks to your wise leadership, the financial report in the first half of 2014 is higher than the same period in previous years. The income for the main family is 120 billion yen, and 140 billion yen is left to increase investment. We are confident in the second half of the year in the Kanto District. Household expenses exceeding 150 billion yen."

Rin Kamiya is not interested in reading the report on the table. She has the relationship with Uncle Zhou to check the authenticity. The top decision-making level, and the next step is the cabinet members.

"Take 17 billion yen from the family as a bonus, you get half of it, and the rest is distributed to the employees."

After spending a huge sum of money lightly, Kamiya Rin waved his folding fan, and Kamiya Yonghe kneeled and kowtowed, then bowed and retreated knowingly.

"Next, Kansai District Manager Uchida Kenaki."

The maid outside the house shouted loudly, today is the work report day set by Rin Kamiya, and regional managers from all over the island will come to show their business achievements.

It's just a 19-year-old yellow-haired girl, why are you so afraid of her.

Uchida Kenaki, who had been waiting for a long time in the corridor outside, cast a contemptuous glance at Kamiya Yonghe who slipped away in a low voice. He got to the top by virtue of his ability, not a member of the Kamiya family, and he was completely ignorant of certain secrets.

"Good morning, Miss Kamiya."

After entering the room, the majestic Uchida Toshiaki greeted him politely, sat down and handed over the report card.

64 trillion yen.

Seeing the numbers at the end of the report, Kamiya Rin's expression turned cold. Last year, there were still about 80 billion yen. The domestic situation has stabilized recently. How could there be such fluctuations?

She closed her eyes and recalled the information given by Uncle Zhou in advance. Uchida Kenaki, who is over fifty years old, has more than a dozen mistresses, seven or eight illegitimate children, dozens of high-end real estate, and an annual salary of [-] to [-] million yen. Where did you get the money to spend like this?
This year, I will take you under the knife, and by the way, I will deter those who have small thoughts.

With a second thought, Kamiya Rin took out a disc, which was the same shape as the archery target just now.

Five identical discs had already been nailed to the white wall at the other end of the courtyard. The arrows hit the red heart and sunk three or four inches into the wall.

This is the tradition of the head of the Shengu family. The head of the family who has the blood of the Yubai Daming God in the past are all extraordinary human beings, collectively called practitioners. Archery is to show their own extraordinaryness and shock the disciples.

Uchida Xianming picked up the disc disapprovingly. In the first few years he was terrified, but now he doesn’t take it seriously anymore. It’s just that he needs more strength to shoot arrows on time. In a civilized society, who would dare to shoot people with bows and arrows?

Standing under the white wall of the courtyard, Kenaki Uchida raised the disc with one hand, while Rin Kamiya set up a posture, raised the bow and drew it away, sank to the side of the face, aimed slightly, and withdrew his hand to shoot the arrow.

"what--!"

Uchida Xianming's wrist was pierced, and half of the three-foot-long arrow was exposed. He howled and covered his hands, and looked up to scold, but saw Rin Kamiya set up another arrow.

"Miss Shengu! I was wrong. I shouldn't be greedy for the money of the Shengu family. Please spare me."

The person who can be the manager of the Kansai District is naturally not an idiot. He immediately realized that this is the main house of the Kamiya family, and the maids at work have been attached to the Kamiya family for generations.

"call out!"

Kamiya Rin opened his bow and set an arrow, and the arrow wiped a bloodstain from Uchida Xianming's scalp, and sank into the white wall behind him, leaving only a section of tail feathers.

"Let him spit out all the embezzled money, and people won't deal with it."

After untying the tight bowstring, Kamiya Rin handed over the bow to the maid who stepped forward automatically. Now it is a civilized society, and some extreme methods are not easy to use. Losing one hand is an extra punishment.

"Hi! Missy."

Two maids in bathrobes on standby picked up the howling traitor and dragged him out of the corridor. It took a little trick to make him obediently submit and pay back the money.

"Mingxue, the rewards for the first half of the year are still the same, and political donations from all over the country will be increased by [-]%. Now is a critical moment."

After collecting all the funds, Rin Kamiya ordered the last maid in the room to make tea. This maid in bright yellow furisode kimono was obviously of unusual status. She nodded and put away the report card on the table, and made a new pot of tea.

Uncle Zhou Qu, I don't know if your kendo competition and national kendo plan will succeed. It's a bit risky.

Rin Kamiya tasted the freshly brewed tea, and on the white wall outside the courtyard, a few arrow tail feathers swayed gently in the wind.
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Tear off the paper calendar on the wall to reveal July [-]th in the old calendar. In the island country, the love festival of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl is celebrated every year on Qixi Festival. There is also a firework festival in Hachioji City, which diverts some tourists from home and abroad.

The grand firework festival will be held in the relatively empty city amusement park. Fireworks worth tens of millions of yen will be ignited across the river bank, just for the beauty of a moment. This fleeting splendor is in line with the aesthetics of the islanders.

Fujii's freshman summer vacation has already begun. The seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar coincides with the beginning of August in the Gregorian calendar. He returned to his home in Hachioji City and lay down for ten days. Apart from going out to the bookstore to rent a few novels in the afternoon, he had no other recreational activities.

This kind of life is peaceful and monotonous. The Chainsaw Man series he plagiarized has just finished publishing a single book for two years. The next story of Nayuta and Mitaka is not going to be drawn. He recommended a sequel to the editor of Jingliu, and himself There is only one letter difference in the name, and I don't know if I have been contacted.

At this time, according to the address found by the editor Yichuan Jingliu, she was still dressed in the solemn dark black lady's suit and dress, her smooth and long hair was not messed up, and the hibiscus-shaped brooch on the collar was shining brightly. A rusty iron sheet house downstairs.

Does the manga artist recommended by Fujii live in this kind of place?
Yichuan Jingliu hesitated for a moment. This kind of place is obviously for the low-level migrant workers in the island country, but anyone with a little ability will not be reduced to this point.

The author who created the chainsaw man no longer planned to draw it. For the sake of performance, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and climb up the creaking iron ladder, came to the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Are you from NHK TV again? I don't need to watch TV, so don't bother me."

An impatient voice came from behind the door, apparently not intending to open the door, Yichuan Jingliu explained.

"I'm the editor of the Elementary School Library. I sent you an email to visit in advance. I want to talk about the continuation of the writing. It was the author Shu of the Chainsaw Man who recommended you to me."

"Trees? There really is a cartoonist with the same name! Chainsaw Man, right? How about asking a failed cartoonist like me to continue writing this month's best-selling book? You have to find a reasonable excuse for lying, right?"

The door finally opened, revealing a young face. The name of the person behind the door was very similar to that of Fujii. It was the original author of Chainsaw Man, Fujimoto. He had just graduated from university and was not yet famous.

(End of this chapter)