I teach kendo in Tokyo

Wait a minute! Kazuma made a stop gesture, It is not popular in modern society to put one's official position between the first and last name.

Keijiro: I didn't put the control between the names?

That's a big joke of yours. Where is the person named Gosho Noo? Kazuma smiled and waved his hand.

me.

Kazuma was stunned for a few seconds: Isn't it right? Then what does Gosho Noo mean?

Place names. There is a place called Gosho. My home is just north of this place. The Meiji Restoration required everyone to have a surname. My great-grandfather's grandfather said that if you sit north and face south, our home happens to be in Gosho. on the tail.

Keijiro spoke out this string of allusions very smoothly, and it seemed that he was often asked about the origin of his last name.

That's it. Kazuma was speechless.

Keijiro spread his hands: The Meiji Restoration created a lot of strange surnames. The most common ones were those named according to the place where the family lived. For example, some people who lived upwind of the well in the village were called Inoue. .”

Kazuma frowned: Is there such a thing?

Students at the University of Tokyo don't know this?

Kazuma shook his head: I don't know. The version I heard is that when a man and a woman secretly had a child, it happened to be at the mouth of the well, so it was called Inoue.

This is a cross talk joke with Kazuma.

Keijiro laughed loudly: Maybe it's really possible.

At this time, someone behind Keijiro shouted: Keijiro, why are you blocking the door?

It was probably because the others finally took off their clothes and put away their things and were about to enter the bathhouse, when they found a big guy like Keijiro blocking the door.

Keijiro immediately turned around and said respectfully: I'm sorry, Minister.

Kazuma immediately became curious. For last year's daredevil to be so respectful, he must be a powerful character.

He watched Keijiro get out of the way, changed into a comfortable sitting position, and waited to see how much the minister weighed.

Who is there that makes you so engrossed in the conversation? This is a men's bath and there are no beauties...

The minister read as he came in.

First of all, Kazuma was caught off guard by the minister's height. He was originally as tall as Keijiro's iron tower, so his eyes went directly to the door beam, but he didn't see anyone at the first moment.

It’s okay if I don’t see anyone, I haven’t seen the entry yet.

Kazuma hurriedly lowered his gaze, only to find that the minister was much shorter than expected. His swordsmanship level was quite high, with Shinto Muken-ryu level 25, but there was no special entry.

——This is strange, why is Keijiro, who looks like an iron tower, so respectful?

Could it be the atmosphere of a sports club?

If you think about it carefully, sports associations have always been very hierarchical. This is the largest sports association in Japan, so the hierarchical system must be even more strict.

The kind of strictness that a fourth grader says he can't hear if he can't hear it.

The minister was also looking at Kazuma, and as soon as his eyes fell on Kazuma's scars, he frowned.

Why is there a Yakuza in the bathtub of such a high-end hotel?

I'm not the Yakuza, Kazuma clarified.

But as for Japanese, the word order of judgment sentences is a bit strange. In Chinese, if you say A is B or A is not B, you can just say it. Japanese does not have this structure.

The structure of Japanese is to say A first, then B, and finally yes or no, so you don’t know yes or no until you hear the last word.

Kazuma had just said I and Yakuza, but before he could say the last little tail that expressed judgment, the minister roared: This is not a place for you Yakuza to run wild! Get out of here!

Kazuma: So, I, the Ultimate Dao...

At this moment, more members of the Japan Sports University Kendo Club came in and shouted directly: Didn't you hear that? Get out!

Kazuma was so angry that his nose was crooked. What the hell, a bunch of idiots who don't listen well to others, and they encountered the unfortunate language of Japanese, delaying things!

He directly changed to Chinese: I am not a Yakuza!

The bathroom went quiet.

Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally solved. Just as he was about to switch back to Japanese to explain, the minister spoke again: I heard from my father that there are many gangs from Hong Kong and Taiwan in Kyushu, and it seems to be true.

Swap English with horses: I'm not a mafia.

The minister frowned and stared at Kazuma. He didn't know whether he didn't understand the English or whether he understood it and didn't believe it.

Probably the latter.

Although Japanese people are very big, it’s not like they can’t understand such simple English.

At this time Keijiro spoke: This is Kiryu Kazuma, 'that Kiryu'.

The minister showed contempt: It turns out to be that Kiryu, the Kiryu who causes trouble all day long and takes credit for the police's work.

Kazuma had already posed to enjoy the compliments, but he didn't expect this kind of comment to come.

Wait a minute! What are you talking about? I've obviously been the one who helped the Tokyo police solve cases time and time again. Why do you think I'm taking credit for the police's work for myself?

The minister snorted: Isn't this obvious? The police were working diligently to search for clues and evidence. They were obviously about to get the result, but you interfered.

I know that every time you intervene, the criminal will die inexplicably. The various clues and evidence chains that were originally prepared are no longer of use because the criminal died.

Then you proudly took away the credit, and the police who worked diligently to investigate the case were busy in vain.

The mastermind who could have been dug out through interrogation is still at large!

Kazuma: You are confusing right and wrong!

Then what do you think I did wrong?

First of all, not all of my targets died! He Ma argued, Secondly...

The minister interrupted Kazuma: Are you talking about that Jun Nishida? Yes, you did hand him over to the police alive, but as soon as you left the Kandagawa Police Station, the police station and Jun Nishida went to heaven together! What a coincidence, Kiryu Kazuma!”

Kazuma suddenly found that he could not refute.

Indeed, of all the things he has experienced so far, the culprit has been wiped out, and no one has survived - no, there is still Heita Nishikiyama alive!

Besides Nishida Jun, there are others alive! Nishikiyama Heita also survived after a head-on conflict with me!

The minister frowned: Who is that?

Well, people don’t know.

Thinking about it carefully, Nishikiyama Heita's incident was solved directly at his home dojo, without any report being reported, and not even a few people knew about it. Even Tamamo only heard what Mikako said after the fact.

Kazuma thought of another person: Sakata Yukiko, a senior cadre of Baifeng Summit, is still alive after confronting me!

Huh, yes, Sakata Yukiko is still alive, and the granddaughter of Shiromine Sougo is still living in your dojo. That Nishikiyama Heita in front of you sounds like a Yakuza. Of those who are tit-for-tat with you, only the Yakuza survives.

The minister looked at Kiryu Kazuma coldly: The only person who was not a Yakuza but survived from your hands was immediately sent to heaven together with the police station. What a coincidence, Kiryu Kazuma.

Kazuma glared at the guy in front of him who was a head shorter than him. He suddenly felt a little warm from the soak, so he stood up.

The minister sneered: Do you want to use height to establish a psychological advantage? This is a sign of guilty conscience! Kiryu Kazuma!

Kazuma wanted to say to him at that time, You are wrong, I just suddenly wanted to dance to the song HOP, and then do a Bulgarian dance.

He suppressed the heartless crosstalk actor in him and stared condescendingly at Minister Sang.

Now Kazuma is in a semi-buried bathtub. Standing in the bathtub, he can still look down at the minister. The minister is not ordinary tall.

Who are you, Kazuma asked, who suddenly rushed into the bathroom and arrogantly commented on others. I heard you just mentioned the case and you knew it all. Is your family a policeman? I would like to ask where you are. The young master of the family?

Kazuma currently has someone in the police system, not to mention that Shiratori's run has reached its peak. He also knows Osaka Prefectural Police Officer Yukio Konma, the police inspector. When Kazuma enters the Metropolitan Police Department in the future, Yukio Konma will probably be there soon. When he is promoted to police inspector, he will become the most powerful leader of the Osaka Prefectural Police.

In previous cases, Kazuma also had relationships with many middle and high-level officials of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Kazuma even chatted and laughed with the Toyokuni police inspector - well, this was actually an embellishment of his memory. In fact, he just saw the majesty of the deputy director of the Metropolitan Police Department from a distance.

But it doesn’t matter, don’t worry about the details!

Kazuma was now confident, and he asked aggressively, as if he would put your father's shoes on if he asked the question.

The minister was not overwhelmed by Kazuma's momentum at all. He raised his chin and looked at Kazuma with his nose pointed upward: I am Inaba Akira, the third child in the family. My father's name is Inaba Masataka.

He Ma hissed and gasped.

Shimo Inaba Akira smiled: Yes, that is Shimo Inaba Masataka, Police Director Shimo Inaba Masataka.

Of course Kazuma knew that he was determined to become the police chief after all, so it was impossible not to know who the current police chief was.

He's not Mikako, right?

Mikako vaguely aspired to become the Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs, but now he might not even know who the current Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs is and who the Minister of Foreign Affairs is.

Inaba Akira walked up to Kazuma and poked his chest with his finger: You want to be the police chief. Now the whole police department knows it. Don't worry, there are many people who are eager to stop you. .The bad debt you have with the Yakuza is your Achilles' heel.

Do you think the Toyokuni faction will push you to power? You are just a tool in their hands, something to be thrown away after use.

Kazuma:? ? ?

When did he join the Toyoku police inspector faction?

However, Kazuma is not surprised at all that there is a factional struggle within the Metropolitan Police Department - no, it should be said that there is a struggle. This is Japan, and Japan loves to form cliques.

Japanese middle school and high school students have started to form small groups. This is actually a kind of social preview. When Japanese people leave society in the future, there will be small groups and cliques wherever they go. It is the social norm in Japan that the party agrees with each other and opposes differences.

There are 20 police inspectors in the Japanese police system, and only one of them can be promoted to the position of police chief.

Of course, the police chiefs were replaced relatively quickly. After the war, they were basically replaced every two to three years. Generally, if nothing major happened during their tenure, the police chiefs would give up their seats after a few years and go into politics.

Becoming the Police Chief actually completes the transition from a bureaucrat to a politician and enters a different level of power system. The number one powerful person within the Police Department should be the Deputy Chief. This is consistent with other departments of the Japanese government.

Looking at it this way, it seems that the Toyokuni police, which holds real power, monitors a faction, and the current police chief oversees Inaba's faction.

But what does this have to do with me?

Kazuma grabbed Minister Inaba's fingers and pressed the knuckles with a little force. The force was maintained at the moment before breaking the knuckles: You made a mistake, Mr. San, the third son of the police chief's family. I don't belong to anyone. A faction, everything I have done before is to protect Tokyo’s tomorrow, nothing more.”

Akira Shimo Inaba laughed loudly: What a great tomorrow to protect Tokyo! Yes, you have the most important quality of being a police director, that is, you are thick-skinned and you can believe the lies you tell!

Kazuma pressed hard on his hand, and Shimo Inaba's finger joints were bent in reverse to a dangerous degree.

Shimo Inaba Akira sneered: Break my finger. This will prove nothing except highlighting your guilty conscience. You are just a dog in Toyo country. The big boss asked Weekly Fang Chun to brag you a few words, but you are so arrogant that you don't know. What’s your last name?”

Kazuma always felt that what this guy said was not a simple misunderstanding and prejudice.

Could it be that he was accidentally involved in the struggle within the Metropolitan Police Department and was used as a gun?

Kazuma leaned closer to Inaba's face: Whatever you know, tell me everything.

Are you an idiot? Shimo Inaba grinned from ear to ear, eyes as wide as copper bells, staring at Kazuma from a very close distance, How could I tell these things to a dog in Toyo country? Then let's let him Does the enemy know about our intelligence gathering capabilities?

Kazuma thought to himself, why, you still think you are so secretive? In officialdom novels, a loudmouth like you would definitely be the first to be unlucky.

When Kazuma exerted force, Inaba Akira's finger was dislocated.

He screamed.

Oh, I'm sorry. Kazuma pretended to be frightened, I'll get it back for you.

He clicked his dislocated knuckles back together again.

People who are serious martial arts practitioners still have this technique.

Kazuma can vouch for it, Shimo Inaba went to the doctor for a check-up and found nothing wrong with his knuckles. At most, they were just a little swollen.

You bastard (KISAMA)! Shimo Inaba used the ultimate curse.

Kazuma frowned: Master Inaba, as the police chief, it's not a good idea to use such extreme curses, isn't it?

Shimo Inaba Akira withdrew his hand, stepped back a few steps, looked down at his fat knuckles, raised his head, pointed at Kazuma's nose and shouted: Hit him!

When the members of the Japanese Kendo Club behind him saw this, they picked up the bench in the bathroom where people were sitting and scrubbing their bodies. They all screamed strangely and rushed towards Kazuma.