I teach kendo in Tokyo

When Kazuma heard the other side announcing his home address, he made a point of confirming it.

Yes, it's Taekwondo?

No, Kazuma suddenly remembered that Taekwondo seemed to be called Tang Shou at the beginning. In addition, Karate seems to have another name called Tang Shou, so Taekwondo and Karate are quite similar in some aspects.

In addition, Taekwondo seems to be named after Bruce Lee from the south. Foreigners cannot distinguish between Jeet Kune Do and Taekwondo, nor can they distinguish Korean and Chinese characters, so they often go to the wrong door to go to a Taekwondo gym to help with business.

The north side has probably always been called Tang Shou.

No matter what his name is, his level is really here, and Kazuma must deal with it seriously.

Kazuma decided to give it a try first, maybe the boat capsized in the ditch opposite?

Without saying a word, he sprinted forward.

However, the opponent nimbly dodged and then used Taekwondo's signature high-leg kick.

However, the opponent also misjudged the speed of Kazuma's thrust, and the chop came too early.

After all, at that moment, the other party probably only had time to make a judgment like fuck, that's so fast. The exact speed was uncertain.

Kazuma was originally planning to roll backwards and run away immediately after charging. When he saw the opponent's reaction, he remembered that Taekwondo seemed to use a lot of legs - it was clearly called Tang Shou, and he didn't play according to the routine.

In this situation, the attack range of the opponent's leg skills is much larger than the half of the steel pipe he is holding.

This steel pipe is only as long as the wakizashi, and what Matthew does is not the short sword technique that specifically uses the wakizashi.

Although Beichen Itto-ryu also uses wakizashi techniques, Kazuma has not yet mastered them.

So he rushed forward decisively and started a fight.

When they are mixed together, they have to work hard on their basic strength. I still have a steel pipe that can hit people, but the opponent's feet cannot use their strength in the fight.

However, the other person didn't give up at all. He directly grabbed Kazuma and spoke: Do you think I'm not as good at hand-to-hand combat as the few people you killed? I have practiced Brazilian Judo!

you're lying! You have no level entry!

Kazuma didn't believe it at all, and continued to use joint techniques to lock the opponent, while doing his best to prevent the opponent from blocking his life gate.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the moves that the girl used when fighting with the girl who called herself Kitagawa Saori.

He was about to do the same thing when the other person suddenly used force and rushed towards the glass display window of the nearest booth.

The tiger on the other side was as strong as a bear when it collided, and it was impossible for the horse to hold it back.

So Kazuma could only lean his head against each other and use the other person's body to protect his face - in fact, it was mainly to protect his eyes.

The next moment there was intimate contact between the horse's head and the glass.

This was not a prop glass made of sugar, it was a real thing. Kazuma was stunned when he bumped into it, feeling like half of his IQ had been knocked off out of thin air.

The key point is that this window didn't only have glass on one side. The two of them crashed out from the other side. Not only did they smash the glass on the other side, but they also knocked off the glass shelf placed horizontally in the window.

The two fell to the ground full of glass shards, and the glass shelf that had just been knocked off shattered into pieces not far above their heads.

The broken glass that hit Kazuma's head might have been as big as a hand.

Fortunately, Kazuma had already changed into long-sleeved winter clothes at this time, which still provided some protection against the glass. If this was still a thin short-sleeved summer coat, Kazuma might have been classified as a fool.

The other side should also feel uncomfortable.

As soon as Kazuma opened his eyes, he saw the pie opposite the boss inserting a piece of glass into his face.

Kazuma was still in a state of confusion. Seeing the situation, he reached out and pulled out the glass. As a result, his hand squirmed and a large gash was opened, bleeding profusely.

Come on! Li Zhenghe cursed in pain.

Oh, I'm sorry. Kazuma inserted the broken glass back in.

Li Zhenghe screamed.

But at this moment, the two people who were stunned finally realized one thing belatedly: the fighting situation just now was lifted, and they had room to wave their arms again.

Li Zhenghe punched Kazuma in the stomach. With this punch, Kazuma thought his internal organs were about to be squeezed out from both ends of his body.

The severe pain made Kazuma retaliate - he didn't know where the steel pipe in his hand was thrown, but it didn't matter, there was the broken glass he just got.

Kazuma completed another hot swap and was about to do it a third time when the enemy grabbed Kazuma's wrist.

Both of them tried their best to insert the broken glass into the opposite eye socket.

Then, they simultaneously thought that now would be a good opportunity to give the opponent a headbutt.

So the two of them were like a scene, headbutting each other at the same time, and their foreheads touching each other.

Kazuma grimaced in pain and saw that the other person seemed to be in more pain than himself, so he hit him with his head again without saying a word.

Little did he know that the other person thought so too.

Your mother!

West!

The person on the other side roared angrily: If you beat me so ugly, aren't you disgracing the martial artist?

I don't care about that much, as long as I can win!

What a beautiful thought!

The two began to wrestle again.

Sure enough, Kazuma's judgment was correct. He was young and had been exercising, so his muscle strength was no worse than that of his opponent - no, he should have a slight advantage.

Now that the fight is like this, it is ugly to watch, but at least we have found a chance to win.

If you don't do this, you will definitely be very passive in a serious fight with Li Zhenghe.

The opponent probably also realized that pure strength was no match for a newborn calf, so he continued to argue: After you defeat me, how do you want to deal with the rest of the people? You have no chance of winning, Kiryu-san! Even if you kill me , you can't change the outcome of your own death.

The situation will even be worse, because if I didn't stop it, your girl would definitely experience something terrible!

I will find a way to do this kind of thing. I'll kill you first. Kazuma responded, while resisting the opponent's arm strength and inserting the glass into the opponent's body - unfortunately, because the opponent struggled to resist, it failed to hit the vital point. , just slowly sinking into the opposite shoulder.

Come on! shouted the other side, Xing Jishang! Shoot!

Gunshots were fired.

He Ma slipped away faster.

He didn't understand Korean, but he suddenly felt something was wrong and felt a chill in his heart, so he hurriedly left.

The bullet passed through the completely blocked display window and hit the furnishings on the stage.

He Ma rolled all the way into the blind corner of the booth and hid.

The enemies outside began to pour ammunition on the booth.

**

Stop! Stop! Li Zhenghe shouted several times before everyone stopped shooting. Damn it, I'm still in the booth! Don't shoot, I'm going to stand up.

Li Zhenghe stood up slowly, fearing that his men would slip.

He stepped over the broken glass and walked out of the booth through the broken window.

Xing Jishang turned around and ordered: You two, go search...

Don't go in! Li Zhenghe shouted to stop his men, Don't go in! This guy is very good at hand-to-hand combat, and he has too many advantages in a narrow space.

Then let him move freely? Xing Jishang frowned, We have to clean him up, right?

Li Zhenghe grabbed Xing Jishang's gun, pulled out the more than half-empty magazine, and then reached out.

Xing Jishang immediately threw a new magazine to him.

Li Zhenghe loaded the magazine, held the gun and strode towards the ordinary people huddled in the corner. When he walked up to him, he fired a shot into the sky to attract everyone's attention.

Horatius! he shouted, aren't you going to 'protect the pure maidens who are about to kindle the eternal flames'?

Before he finished speaking, he pulled a girl out from the crowd: Look, how is this girl? Is she pure?

With that said, Li Zhenghe pulled the girl to an open area, slightly distanced herself, and then poked the girl in the chest with the muzzle of his gun.

I count three, three, two, one!

It seems that Horatius-san thinks this girl is impure.

Li Zhenghe pulled the trigger. The girl looked at him blankly, as if she couldn't understand what was happening. Then she fell back and lay on her back, looking at the ceiling with her gradually dilated pupils.

I'll find a more pure girl.

Li Zhenghe said and walked towards the crowd huddled in the corner with their heads in their hands.

**

He Ma's heart was like a knife. He didn't go out just now because he remembered that Li Zhenghe had let the little boy go before.

Li Zhenghe said at the time: It seems that we all thought too badly of each other.

So Kazuma hesitated, but in the end, the other party didn't give Kazuma time to react, and he shot him so quickly. In this way, a girl's life was lost.

Kazuma couldn't help shouting: Li Zhenghe! Didn't you just want to prove that you are not bad guys before you challenged me to a duel?

**

That's because I think I can beat you. Li Zhenghe's voice was clear and loud, Look at what you did to me. You are too dangerous, so you can only do this.

Even if your threat is just a little bit small, I won't do it.

“Come on, let me see if the next girl is pure or not.

Thank God, there are actually quite a few girls coming to this event. I think I can always find a girl who is pure enough to draw Lord Horatius out of the darkness.

After that, he picked up another girl.

The girl was wearing Fujiko Mine's clothes from Lupine the Third and cried the moment she was pulled up.

Hey, tell me, Big Hero, how many boyfriends have you had?

I... haven't had it yet, no! the girl shouted hysterically, No, I'm very pure!

That's what she said. But in my personal judgment, you must be lying when you wear such revealing clothes and shamelessly show off in public.

I didn't! I'm really pure!

Li Zhenghe raised his eyebrows: Really? Then let me try and see if you can light the eternal fire. Just like in the poem read by the great hero.

After speaking, Li Zhenghe waved behind him.

Xing Jishang took out the Molotov cocktail from his bag and threw it to Li Zhenghe.

Li Zhenghe took a tall bottle and was about to pour gasoline on the girl when he heard a report coming from the walkie-talkie.

Head, the full fire door locking is completed, this convention and exhibition center is ours.

I know. Li Zhenghe responded, then frowned and glanced at the girl in front of him who was scared to death.

He was speechless, with a dull expression on his face. He covered the Molotov cocktail again and threw it back to Xing Jishang.

What's wrong? Xing Jishang asked doubtfully.

You need to be excited about this kind of thing. It took a lot of time to get excited, but if you do it like this, it's boring.

Xing Jishang stared at Li Zhenghe with complicated eyes.

Then he decided not to worry about it, and turned the topic to the girl who had peed her pants: What about this?

You handle it. Also, go up and grab the girl on the ceiling. That girl is not as dangerous as the one hiding below.

Xing Jishang nodded: Okay.

After saying that, he looked at the girl and made a get out of here gesture.

The girl immediately pissed herself off.

**

Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief.

He was about to go out just now. If the call came just one second later, he would have gone out and exchanged his life for that girl's life.

This is not a flute player, he is just a lunatic.

But if you think about it carefully, the characteristics of this guy seem to be quite consistent with the characteristics of the flute player in the fairy tale.

Many of the European fairy tales are terrifying to contemplate.

Kazuma patted his face lightly. It was not the time to relax yet. They were going to capture Nanjo. If they were caught, it would be very unlucky.

She didn't know how many bullets Nanjo had left. There should be some spare magazines in the shopping bag she took.

But before thinking about Nanjo, Kazuma had to leave the booth first.

The several exits of the booth should be watched to death now, and the enemy will definitely not ignore the warning above them this time.

In addition, after Li Zhenghe's warning just now, the enemy should not rashly approach to a distance that can be threatened by Kazuma's close combat methods.

How to do it?

At this time, Kazuma suddenly saw the floor not far away, which was pushed open from below.

A middle-aged man dressed as a maintenance man stuck his head out and made a come here gesture to Kazuma.

When he was making gestures, from such a distance, Kazuo Ma could see his hands shaking.

It was this detail of trembling hands that made Kazuma decide to trust him.

**

Anno Akito looked at the other people: We have to do something. Didn't we feel sorry for not catching up with the student movement before? Now is the chance to make up for the regret.

Well, regardless of what we can do, let's collect things that can be used as weapons. Okada Koji pulled out a fire extinguisher from under the table, This is made of dry ice. Spraying it directly on a person will temporarily prevent him from aiming and shooting. .”

It's not enough. Why don't you add some incendiary bombs? I just happened to have some smuggled wine. Sadamoto suggested.

Beer can also be used as an incendiary bomb? Anno Akito looked suspicious.

Sadamoto silently took out the vodka from his bag.

Alcohol is prohibited for minors in Japan, and it is strictly enforced. Except for delinquents, most Japanese minors have never drunk alcohol, so when they reach the age, many people will drink in revenge.

Many young people in Japan after the age of 20 like to drink, and both men and women like to drink. Even some idol girls who claim to be pure will drink after work.

Later, after entering the era of live broadcasting, live drinking has also become a very popular content.

As a college student, and a college student majoring in art, it makes sense to bring a bottle of vodka into the venue and drink it secretly.

Very well, let's get some incendiary bombs and be careful not to make too much noise.

Now a few of them are nesting behind their own society's booth, and their society's booth is hidden among a large number of civil society booths in Area C.

Although it is not blocked by walls and cabinets like the booths of large companies, the advantage is that there are many self-made publicity boards and signs, which block the view more seriously than the corporate exhibition area.

However, their location was quite close to the corporate exhibition area, so they had seen Kiryu and Kazuma's feat just now.

Horatius on the bridge is a hero I've never heard of. Anno Akito said suddenly.

How did you go to college? Okada Koji asked doubtfully.

The University of Arts doesn't take Roman history, and I don't like Rome as much as you do. Instead, I'm more interested in Hebrew culture. The Dead Sea Book and so on are so cool.

You two, stop talking, Sadamoto interrupted. We are making incendiary bombs! We need to get a few more bottles. This bottle can only be used to make one incendiary bomb. It is too wasteful.

I have a glass bottle of Coke here. Two college students hiding behind the stall next door crawled over, Should it be useful?

I don't know. We are all from the Department of Arts, aren't there any students from the Department of Chemistry?

At this time, a person from another stall got through the table that separated the two stalls: I have a simulated gun here. It looks like the real thing. Maybe it can scare the enemy.

It's better than nothing. By the way, you can use a slingshot as a whole. When I was a kid, I used a slingshot to shoot birds. I just need to replace the stones with steel balls. It's very powerful when it hits people.

In this way, a group of college students began to accumulate equipment, as if they were possessed by their seniors.

**

Nanjo Honami occupies an excellent position, holding a Woods submachine gun. No matter who comes to catch her, she is sure to send the first person to see the King of Hell.

Her heartbeat was frighteningly fast at the thought that she might soon take someone's life for the first time in her life.

She even had the illusion that her heart was beating so loudly that there was an echo.

Compared with her nervousness, she was not afraid at all.

Because she knows that her hero, her light, is confronting the enemy.

Nanjo has never heard of that English poem. She usually reads some English poems, but they are either related to love, or they are lyrical lyrics from the Lakeside School.

Thinking of such a poem, Nanjo Honami heard it for the first time today.

Before this, Nanjo's understanding of the Roman Republic was based on test points in books and was dead. Now that country suddenly became clear and vivid in her eyes.

The hero of the ancient republic passed through the long river of history like lightning and stood in front of Nanjo Honami.

Nanjo held the gun tightly, until just now her hand holding the gun was still covered in sweat. When changing the magazine, she messed up because her hands were too sweaty and she almost dropped the gun.

But now her palms were no longer sweaty, and she held the gun firmly and well.

She silently recited the poem she had just recited with Ma: To protect my mother who doted on me back then, and to protect my wife who is now nurturing young children.

To protect the pure girls who will light the eternal fire!

Protect everyone from the shameless villain Sextus,

How glorious is such a death!

Nanjo heard the sound of someone climbing up the ladder and raised her gun slightly.

Your Majesty the Consul, please order the bridge to be demolished. We will defeat the thousand enemy troops on the bridge with three men!

Come on, two warriors, come with me...

Nanjo read this in a low voice, and the door on the pillar behind her suddenly opened, and he reached out and patted her shoulder.

Nanjo turned around sharply, pointing the gun in that direction and about to pull the trigger.

Shh! Kazuma stretched out his hand to push away the muzzle of her gun and covered her mouth at the same time, It's me! Don't be nervous!

Nanjo's eyes widened and he looked at Kazuma.

Kazuma removed the hand covering her mouth.

What's wrong with you?

Inside this pillar is a wire well. Kazuma pointed to the back. A venue staff member told me that I could climb up from the wire well and gave me the key to open the maintenance door.

...Staff? Nanjo's face was filled with disbelief.

Yes. The basis of guerrilla warfare is successful mass work. The masses are willing to provide us with intelligence and help hide the traces of our actions, so that the enemy will become blind and deaf after leaving their stronghold.

Nanjo: Uh...ah, is that so?

Yes. Kazuma got out of the wire well and said to Nanjo, On the way up, I put notes on the protrusions where I would stand. You should be able to go down easily as well, so hurry up.

Nanjo nodded, handed Kazuma the Woods submachine gun, and got into the maintenance door himself.

At this time, Kazuma heard the sound of someone carefully climbing the ladder above and below the platform where Nanjo was staying.

Kazuma took out two chocolate surprise eggs from his pocket - the kind that have a chocolate candy shell on the outside and a hollow inside filled with small toys.

He dropped the two eggs one behind the other.

Immediately there was a sound of people lying down below.

Kazuma got into the maintenance door, closed the door, and locked it as it was.

**

Uncle Sakai let out a long sigh of relief when he saw Kazuma leading Nanjo into their maintenance worker's workshop.

As long as you are safe, come with me. I know a way out.

Kazuma: No, I can't leave.

Why? Oh, for saving people, just let the police come! I don't know who you are. You are indeed a hero, but you tried it once and failed. The enemy is too strong, kid. There is no shame in retreating at this time. Leave this to the police.

Kazuma shook his head: No, I can't leave. Just like Uncle Sakai you helped me, there may be other people in the venue who saw my behavior and decided to do something. I can't leave them behind.

After all, Kazuma has a Venus entry, and he really has the ability to lead everyone at this time.

Since there is one Uncle Sakai, there are likely to be more.

Uncle Sakai sighed: Well, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. A few years ago, students were still clamoring to drive out the US military. That was the US military. It was the US military that broke the backbone of our generation.

That's all. You can use the tools in this room as you like. I'm going to run away. I have a younger brother and an older brother. I can't die here. The insurance company won't pay for it if I die here. What else do you need to know about the venue? ?Ask quickly.”

Kazuma shook his head and pointed to the blueprint on the wall: We can just look at the blueprint ourselves. When you go out, can you help me bring a message to the police officers.

Okay. Uncle Sakai nodded, What did you say?

Let them find a way to send a knife in. That's it.

That's it? Uncle Sakai looked at Kazuma, Don't you... leave a last word or something?

I don't plan to die here. I will take everyone out alive. Kazuma said, showing a confident smile to his uncle.

**

As soon as Yukio Kinma arrived at the scene, he received the latest information.

There was a maintenance worker who ran out of the closed venue through the maintenance channel and brought us the latest situation inside.

Konma Yukio was overjoyed: Really? That's great. Can he accept my direct questioning?

Okay. He is not injured and is mentally very stable. There is nothing wrong except being a little excited.

Take me there! Yukio Konma waved his hand.

This way.

Soon, he saw maintenance worker Sakai sitting in an ambulance parked next to the temporary operations headquarters.

Mr. Sakai, I am the general person in charge of the scene, Konma Yukio. I want to know the first-hand situation inside. I know you have said it once, but direct first-hand information will help me judge...

Okay, okay. Uncle Sakai interrupted Yukio Konma, I can say it as many times as I want. This is all I can do. It's better to say that if I don't say it more times, I will feel guilty because I Leaving the brave boys inside.”

Brave children? Yukio Konma asked doubtfully, Are they fighting spontaneously?

Yes, there is a child who is very powerful. He seems to be a kendo master, Handai. He is obviously so young. He is like a Hollywood superhero, the one with the whip.

Yukio Konma doesn't watch movies very much. After all, police officers are often very busy, and when they finally have some less busy time, they have to go to social activities and maintain their relationships.

In the past ten years, Yukio Konma has been going to watch The Story of Torajiro with his family every year.

So when he heard about Hollywood characters with whips, he didn't react.

Seeing that it had no effect, Uncle Sakai changed his explanation: It's like those people who hold fluorescent tubes. They are called samurai. Superheroes.

At this time, the confidential secretary Yamasa Hidehiro who was standing next to him spoke up: This refers to Indiana Jones and Jedi Knight, from Raiders of the Lost Ark and Star Wars.

Oh. Yukio Konma tried to summarize it in his own words, That is to say, there is a very powerful student, maybe a swordsman, who caused some trouble for the gangsters?

No, no, no, he killed many gangsters, and then had a fight with the gangster leader, and won. The gangster originally said it was a fair fight, but ended up cheating. In the end, he threatened the child with hostages. Oh my pity the girl who was beaten to death.

Yukio Konma frowned: Wait a minute, are there any hostage casualties?

Yes, these gangsters are very cruel! In order to catch the student brother who was hiding in the dark, they first arrested a father and son, beat the father to death and used the child to threaten him to show up, and then beat to death a girl to threaten him.

Kinma Yukio turned around and looked at each other with his subordinates. He had never seen this scene in his decades of service as a police officer.

What now? Has he been caught? Confidential Secretary Yamasa Hidehiro asked urgently, the expression on his face was like a listener who was eager to know the following plot while listening to Joruri.

I was about to be caught. Uncle Sakai showed a proud smile, But I pulled him out. I originally wanted to take him out with me, but he refused. He wanted to continue working with the gangsters.

The future life is terrible.

Yukio Kinma turned around and said to his subordinates: Remember, there are potential helpers among the people inside. The situation of the potential helpers is very critical. We must take action as soon as possible.

After saying that, he turned back and continued to ask Uncle Sakai: Are you sure the gangsters don't know the way you escaped?

I definitely don't know. When these gangsters look for information, they probably go to the municipal archives to check the public blueprints. However, when this thing was built, the details were changed many times. The blueprints saved the trouble and did not go to the archives to update. Anyway, no one came to urge the blueprints to be updated. . There are a lot of maintenance access, wire wells, etc., which are not on the blueprints in the municipal archives.”

Yukio Konma nodded and asked, Then, can the heavily armed police enter through the place where you came out?

Don't you know how to read it yourself? Uncle Sakai asked.

What? Yukio Chima looked confused.

Uncle Sakai stood up and patted his beer belly: My belly is full. How can your policeman get stuck? How much equipment do you need to bring?

Yukio Chima glanced at Uncle Sakai's beer belly, turned around and asked, Has the mobile team arrived?

The faster they get off the highway, someone replied.

Uncle, when the mobile team arrives later, you can show us the way out on the blueprint.

Okay, no problem. But you can't get the blueprints from the municipal archives. You have to ask the construction company for the revised blueprints, otherwise I won't be able to point out where it is.

I'm going to find the construction company right now. Yamasa Hidehiro left these words, turned around and ran away.

Konma Yukio continued to ask: Can you... provide any other information? I mean the enemy's configuration, quantity, and level of armament.

The enemy has a machine gun. I don't recognize the model. The firepower is much stronger than the hundreds of guns I have used in the war. I often see the US military using them in movies.

U.S. military? Yukio Konma was a little surprised.

His subordinate took out the weapons illustration, pointed at the M14 on it and asked, Is it this kind?

No, no, this kind. Uncle Sakai pointed at the M16, There is also a very short one, smaller than the M3.

This kind? The subordinate turned the weapon illustration to the UZI page.

Yes, that's it.

The young subordinate turned to look at Yukio Chima: This firepower is too strong, and I always feel that it is related to what happened in Tokyo before.

Kinma Yukio nodded solemnly, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind: No way? Uncle, what is the name of the heroic boy you mentioned?

Oh, when he fought with the enemy's leader, he signed up for himself and called Kiryu Kazuma. I don't know how to write it in Chinese characters, but the pronunciation is Kiryu Kazuma.

Japanese pronunciation can produce many different combinations of Chinese characters.

Especially for names, don’t have too many names with the same sound but different characters. For example, the pronunciation of 和马 and 一马 are basically the same.

Yukio Chikama repeated the pronunciation spoken by Uncle Sakai.

Could it be...that Kiryu? someone among his subordinates muttered.

And there was no doubt in Yukio Chikama's expression.

He knew that it was Kiryu Kazuma.

During the Kuixing Banner, Kiryu Kazuma was attacked with props made using spy technology. The person who made the props was Shi Enzhou.

After the Kyoto Prefectural Police followed the information, the Kyoto explosion occurred.

And now, Shi Enzhou is in Osaka. Although there is no evidence, Konma Yukio suspects that Shi Enzhou was involved in this incident.

Now, Kiryu Kazuma is involved in a large-scale hostage-taking incident caused by Shi Enzu's associates.

It all feels like... there are a lot of coincidences.

However, for a child who is less than 18 years old and has never left Japan, it is nonsense to say that he is an agent.

It can only be said that some people are destined to be involved in various things and are the darlings of fate.

Konma Yukio actually knows several such people.

**

Genshin Kiba looked at his watch: Now that we have arrived, it is almost time for Osaka to start traffic control, and there should be no tragedy of traffic jams on the highway.

Go out and reinforce the Osaka Prefectural Police!

**

The taxi taken by Kenichi Chima and Rei Komori was stopped a block away and could not move forward.

So Kenichi Chima pulled Komori Yamarei out of the car.

We are just going to deliver food! Komori Shanrei emphasized, Don't go to investigate the case! Don't fight the gangsters, it will cause trouble for your father and uncle!

Yes, yes, I know, I know. Kenichi Chima hesitated.

Komori Shanrei snorted.

This is an incident where a large number of firearms were used. You dare not do anything even if you try.

That's a possibility. As soon as Kenichi Chima finished speaking, he was glared at by Komori Yamarei.

What did you say?

I said that the swordsman wouldn't be involved in the incident with the gun. Well, that's right.

Komori Shanrei snorted.

The two of them passed two police blockades in succession by scanning their faces.

Dad! Kenichi Konma saw Yukio Konma who had just gotten off the ambulance from a distance, so he shouted loudly, and while shouting, he pulled Komori Yamarei and ran.

Why are you here? Yukio Konma looked serious, Go back, this is no place for fun!

Mom asked me to deliver food, and she also baked cookies to express her condolences to everyone.

Yukio Chika's expression softened a little. He took the lunch basket handed over by Komori Yamarei with one hand and handed it to his subordinates behind him. Then he said: You guys leave quickly, this time is really dangerous.

I heard that the enemy is equipped with a large number of firearms? Kenichi Chima refused to give up and tried to change the topic to the case.

Yes, but this has nothing to do with you, let's go! Suddenly, Yukio Konma remembered something, looked at his son and asked, Have you had any contact recently with Kazuma Kiryu who defeated you and took away the Kuixing flag?

No. Don't worry dad, the friendship between men doesn't fade so easily. Even if we don't contact each other for many years, we will still be good friends when we meet.

I see... do you know that he came to Osaka for a study trip?

Ah? I don't know. Wait, school trip... Kenichi Konma glanced at the convention and exhibition center, SF Conference...don't tell me, he was free today and went to the SF Conference, and this happened. ?”

Konma Yukio didn't answer, but his attitude was actually the same as if he had answered.

No way! Cool! No, I mean, this is terrible!

Komoriyama Rei pinched Konma Kenichi's shoulders tightly: You are not allowed to run around again! I will not let what happened last time when you ran out of the hospital happen again! Absolutely not! Until this incident is over, you You can only stay in my sight, understand?

I understand, I understand, please be gentle! If you pinch so hard, you will leave scars!

It's not like the skin was broken. Where did the scar come from? Stop talking and go back!

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a maintenance worker poked his head out of the ambulance and said to Yukio Chima: By the way, I forgot to mention it just now. Brother Kiryu and Ma asked me to give it to you. Please tell me something. He said he doesn’t have a knife, and he hopes you can find an opportunity to send a knife in.

Yukio Konma asked in confusion: Send a knife in? What is this for? Is he going to kill so many enemies with guns with a knife? In the face of automatic weapons, even if the sword master comes, there is nothing he can do, right? ?”

I don't know. Anyway, he said so, and I brought it intact.

Okay, thank you. Yukio Chima thanked the maintenance worker.

At this time, Komori Yamarei was looking at Kenichi Konma's profile.

With her rich experience, she felt that Kenichi was definitely not going to stay well tonight.

God, why are boys always in such a hurry to die? Wouldn't it be better to stay away from those death traps?

Komori Shanrei sighed.

Rather than letting Kenichi Konma go out to hang out alone while she is worried at home and not even thinking about food and drinks, Komori Yamarei would rather choose to hang out with him.

In this way, at least, the possibility of being left alone in this world for the rest of his life is greatly reduced.

**

At the same time, not far from Konma Yukio, Sakuma and Aramaki, who seemed to have used the art of erasing the sense of existence, also heard the maintenance worker's words.

Why does it feel like a code word? Aramaki whispered, It doesn't make sense. Such a young spy doesn't even have enough time to train.

Maybe he just looks young, but he is actually an uncle in his late twenties and early thirties? Sakuma guessed, Then he swapped the original Kiryu Kazuma... But what's the point? He transferred a shihandai from the declining dojo. What’s the point?”

Yeah. What's the point?

Aramaki rarely repeated Sakuma's words.

The existence of spies is simply like the embodiment of rationality. The way spies act must be logical and rational.

Spies and counter-espionage, in fact, it depends on who can play the deeper game when both sides are logical.

There is absolutely no point in taking great pains to impersonate a young master who is in decline.

Aramaki thought for a few seconds and said, Maybe he really just wants to use the knife to cut people smoothly?

Is this...possible? Sakuma asked.

Yes, it is at least more likely than that it is a code. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they think that if they get a knife, they can kill all these troublemakers by themselves. This possibility is also possible.

Sakuma nodded: Yes, indeed. But, is he too close to these Koreans?

Perhaps, he is just more likely to encounter big events. This kind of person is the protagonist of the era.

Yes, we gongans can just watch the protagonists perform in the dark.

As soon as Sakuma finished speaking, he heard Dvořák's From the New World coming from the sky.

Sakuma raised his head and exclaimed: Osaka will still play this formally. In Tokyo, you can only hear it in the old city that has not been renovated.

I feel a little nostalgic. When I was a child in the countryside, adults always scared us children, saying that after Dvořák was broadcast in the village hall, it would be the so-called time to encounter the devil.

The adults say that monsters will come to the Hyakuki Night Parade and eat the children who don't come home at this time.

What a coincidence, we have a similar statement over there. Aramaki shrugged.

While the two were chatting, Dvořák's melody floated over the convention and exhibition center, bidding farewell to the sunset and announcing the arrival of the devil.

Night is a stage for monsters and monsters.