I teach kendo in Tokyo

At the same time, Fukuoka International Airport.

Honami Nanjo stood on the edge of the normal skate 2-1 with her hands on her hips, looking in the direction of the runway.

The chartered plane of the Nanjo Consortium was slowly taxiing over, and the taxiing lights gave Honami's hair that was fluttering in the wind a layer of golden light.

After the plane taxied to a stop, Honami jumped directly onto the ladder behind the passenger stair car, patted the side of the ladder, and signaled the driver to drive.

The passenger elevator drove towards the aircraft and completed the docking accurately.

When the hatch opened, Honami was already standing in front of the door.

Then Seiryu appeared holding Ryo Tobusa and carrying Seishoku Seimei on his back.

Honami looked surprised: Why are you running here?

I told Xiaoqian that I also wanted to take Quan Zhenggang's class, so she asked me to come over. She also asked me to bring you a letter.

As she said this, Haruyu took out a folded letter from her pocket and handed it to Honami.

Honami took it and looked at it. It read on the paper: Send her back in three days. She still has a lot of exercises to do.

Putting away the letter, Honami glanced at Haru with sympathy.

Qingliu looked at her eagerly: You don't want to send me back, do you? Just three days, let me play for three days!

Honami sighed: If you complete a set of papers I give you every night, you can play for five days.

Okay, okay! Qingliu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, I'll do it, I'll do it!

Honami saw her like this and asked, Has Chiyoko put a heavy burden on you since you came back from the hot spring? How many hours do you have to read every day?

Qingliu's eyes wandered: This...don't you also live in the dojo? You should know, it's quite long anyway...

Although I live in the dojo, I don't pay much attention to your studies.

That's right, you hang around Kazuma all day long. Qingliu muttered.

So how long does Chiyoko want you to study every day?

About ten hours?

Isn't this just like normal study time! Honami's voice suddenly rose, I thought you were being abused by Chiyoko.

I, I'm stupid. Unlike you, I can still feel happy when I'm learning... Amao said that he feels a sense of joy when he learns new knowledge, but I can't feel it at all.

Honami looked at Seiryu helplessly: Let me tell you, even that Mikako has begun to find happiness in studying.

Your lie is too much. I won't believe it. Qingliu changed her timid attitude and became confident.

Then you see for yourself. Forget it, I also know that strong-willed melons are not sweet. I wonder if I can find a famous musician to write you a letter of recommendation.

Qingliu's expression immediately brightened.

But Honami immediately said: But those musicians have to take care of their own face. They will not write a recommendation letter to someone who only got 4 points in Chinese. You must at least get 70 points or above in all subjects. They Only then will I recommend it to you.”

Qingliu's bright expression just turned dim again.

Seventy points...can't it be sixty points?

No. It's hard for me to talk to people even at sixty.

Qing Liu gritted her teeth: Even if my singing voice is so good...can't I be accommodating?

Honami grimaced.

Qingliu immediately changed his mind when he saw it: Okay, I understand, I will work hard for seventy points! But I agreed that I can play for five days!

Yes, we agreed, but you will have one set of papers every day for these five days!

It's a deal!

Honami stretched out her finger: Here, pull the hook.

Qingliu looked a little shy: You don't need the retractor, just like a child.

That's because you are not yet sixteen and are not considered an independent civil actor and cannot sign a contract, so you use this method to form a contract.

Okay. Qingliu raised her hand, stretched out her little finger to hook Honami's little finger, and then sang the hook-like nursery rhyme Hook Fingers naturally.

If Kazuma were there to see this scene, he would probably have an outbreak of inspiration and copy a song like The Oath of Hooks or something like that.

Lifting his fingers, Qingliu asked eagerly: Where is Kazuma?

He is shopping with Mikako.

Eh? Accompany that monkey? Why?

Because she won the bet. Honami explained in the most concise way.

No, that's Mikako, and you actually let her win. Qingliu didn't hide her shock at all.

Mikako has been working very hard recently. It's reasonable to give her a reward. Honami changed the topic directly, Why did you bring your own sword?

Maybe the sword master will give me some advice when he is happy? Qingliu said, adjusting the position of the shoulder strap.

Honami shrugged: Let's go, let's go to the hotel first.

Then we can see Kazuma tonight, right?

He lives with the people from the Kendo Club of Tokyo University. He will not join us until the kendo competition is over tomorrow.

Oh, that's it. Qingliu curled her lips.

Why, you're already hungry and thirsty after not seeing each other for two days?

I didn't! But you see, since that incident, I have been living with Kazuma, so, that, right!

Honami laughed out loud: That's right. I should be able to see him when he sends Mikako back at night. Let's go.

good.

Honami led Haruyu down the passenger elevator and towards the SUV parked nearby.

Qingliu got in the car, looked at the plane through the window, and sighed: In my life, this is the first time I've been on a plane with only me in the cabin, and the stewardess is always on call.

Haven't Bai Feng's daughter ever taken a chartered flight?

No, I haven't left Tokyo much. The last time I left Tokyo, I walked along the railway with Kazuma for one night.

Is that so? If you become a singer in the future, Seiryu, you will be able to perform all over the world. How about setting your goal at the Vienna Musikverein first?

What the hell?

You're a singer, but you don't know about the Golden Hall?

Well, I sing rock music. Can rock music also go to the Golden Hall?

Honami looked up at the sky and shrugged: I imagined Jimi Hendrix playing the guitar with his teeth in the Golden Hall. Well, probably not.

exactly.

While the two were chatting, the car started and drove along the lane inside the airport to the exit of the controlled area.

On the runway not far away, a four-engine passenger plane was slowly landing, and the roar of the engine came in the wind.

**

Kiryu and Ma waited for the people from Welfare Technology to start their performance, and before they knew it, their hands were filled with all kinds of food.

He sat next to the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain, facing the stage in the center of the shrine square.

This fried noodles bread is really good. It's much better than the ones sold at the canteen when we were in high school. Mikako stuffed the fried noodles bread into Kazuma's mouth.

He Ma took a bite and replied vaguely: Yes, it's not bad.

So perfunctory.

Mikako, we're not really here to have fun.

I know, but the enemy hasn't made any move yet. Besides, people are made of iron rice and steel. If you don't eat dinner, you won't have the strength, right? What if the fight starts later and you suddenly faint from hunger?

No, please see how much you stuffed into me first. I'm almost full, okay?

Oh, isn't it just takoyaki, grilled flowers, grilled sausages, grilled chicken...

Kazuma interrupted Mikako: Why don't you tell me the name of the dish?

It's just the name of the dish? Otherwise? Mikako blinked. Apparently she didn't know that the name of the dish was a Chinese cross talk term.

It's normal not to know. After all, Mikako just looks like a comedian and is not really learning manga. Let alone Chinese cross talk terminology, she probably doesn't even know Japanese traditional manga terminology and jokes.

Okay, I won't disturb you from spying on the enemy. I'll eat it myself. After saying that, Mikako stuffed the remaining fried noodles and bread into her mouth in two bites, then grabbed the other food from Kazuma's left hand, and ate it happily. .

Kazuma suddenly had his left hand free. He felt that it was a bit strange to maintain the posture of lifting food, but for a moment he couldn't think of what to do with his left hand. He looked at a pile of oil on his hand and wanted to wipe it, but his right hand was still holding a piece of oil. The food is piled up and there is no room to empty it out...

So he glanced at Mikako and wiped her body with his left hand.

Mikako stared at Kazuma with wide eyes, and regardless of the stuffing in her mouth, she said, What are you doing? Ah! You put oil on me!

How nice, it's also reflective. Kazuma looked at the bright spots he had just left on Mikako's chest with satisfaction, It looks even sexier.

Mikako stretched her neck, swallowed what was in her mouth, and then yelled at Kazuma: You guy, I thought you were finally licking me, but you ended up rubbing oil on me!

Then I'll wipe it back.

OK.

Mikako puffed out her chest after speaking.

You guy, you don't play according to common sense. Shouldn't you beat me and call me 'dead devil' at this time?

How can you win by playing cards like Honami and Tamamo according to common sense?

Kazuma shook his head, took out a handkerchief with his left hand, and wiped off the oil stains that had just been left on Mikako's body.

Mikako asked with a sly smile: How is it? How does it feel?

I'm telling you, if this was captured by paparazzi or something, your career as a diplomat would be over.

Oh, it's so dark now. You can't take good pictures without a flash. Did you just see the flash?

Kazuma was about to share with Mikako the night photography skills he had learned from Hanabusa Takashi's partner, when he suddenly saw Tamamo's figure appearing not far away.

She took the gold flat candy, licked it and stomped to Kazuma's side, held down her skirt and sat down.

Did you find anything? Kazuma asked.

My family doesn't have much influence here, and we have only a few acquaintances with large religious corporations. However, this shrine is not considered a large religious corporation. The social assets are probably around 10 million.

Kazuma was shocked: Isn't this big?

No, don't think so. If the price of your dojo was not maliciously lowered, it would have gone up to 20 million.

Kazuma pouted.

Now he wants to sigh when he mentions the land price of his dojo.

So what if the land price is 20 million, what’s the use if no one buys it.

According to the current growth momentum of land prices in Tokyo, it won't be long before Kazuma's assets will reach a small target, but it is all the price of the land lease and cannot be realized.

To be worth over 100 million and still be extremely poor, there must be something wrong.

Tamamo continued: I chatted with the miko at the sales window at the entrance of the social office for a while, just to see how the people at Welfare Technology would react. But it turned out that the other person didn't seem to recognize me, and several people were installing the equipment as usual.

So I went straight over and asked what the equipment was used for, and they told me it was a device to improve the acoustics during outdoor performances.

Kazuma raised his eyebrows: If someone from Welfare Technology said this, why don't I believe it?

Tamamo shrugged: After all, their physical therapy device is just an electric heating pad. It is a completely scam product. It makes people doubt their so-called scientific research capabilities.

Mikako: Do you still want to eat the roasted flower branches? If not, give it to me.

Kazuma stretched out his right hand in front of Mikako.

Mikako took all the food in his right hand.

Tamamo: Anyway, they're going to start soon.

Kazuma followed Tamamo's gaze and saw a group of girls wearing red and white singing uniforms coming out of the social office.

To be honest, the singing costumes were really well designed. They were much more advanced than the current idol clothing designs. While retaining the characteristics of the miko costume, they made bold improvements and innovations. There are already some super cute ones in later generations. The prototype of singing costumes.

But it's just a prototype.

Some basic designs for future singing uniforms, such as the half phoenix tail that is a must-have for singing uniforms from Idol Master and LoveLive, are not included in this dress.

Kazuma suddenly discovered at this time that he could also be a guest costume designer. As long as he brought out the singing clothes in his memory, he would probably lead a new trend.

But now was not the time to think about such things. He shook off the future thoughts that suddenly popped up in his mind and continued to focus on the things in front of him.

The girls from the club went straight to the stage.

Many guests who were visiting the festival had already noticed them. Some tourists with cameras started taking photos without saying a word, and the flash lights kept flashing.

A total of five girls took the stage, four of them standing in a row with their backs to the audience.

The girl with the flying crane pattern on her singing uniform stood at the front and began to read the congratulations facing everyone.

Along with the congratulations, the four girls behind her turned around and danced gently.

The dance movements are adapted from the movements of the Kamikaze Dance. Tamamo whispered, The modifications are pretty good. I'm afraid these people hired a very powerful choreographer to be responsible for the dance adaptation.

Since Tamamo, who has danced Japanese dance for more than three hundred years, said so, it must be true.

The first part of the congratulations had been read, and the second part started, and the five girls started singing.

Kazuma suddenly frowned because his sensitive hearing caught a discordant noise, which immediately caused goosebumps to rise on his back.

Did you hear that? Kazuma looked at Tamamo.

Well, those devices should have started working. Tamamo said seriously, Normal human ears should not be able to hear this sound.

Kazuma nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he saw two furry fox ears emerging from Tamamo's head.

Tamamo! Ears, your ears!

Eh? Tamamo looked surprised, What ears?

Suddenly, she realized what she was doing, raised her hands to touch the top of her head, and pressed down the ears.

How could this happen? I didn't put my ears out! Tamamo gasped as she said, Part of my demon power is out of control! This is not an experiment that arouses collective curiosity at all! This is!

Tamamo stopped talking when she saw Mikako looking at her curiously.

Mikako looked strange: What is this? Why are you covering your head? Just now I heard Hema talk about ears, what happened to the ears? And did you just talk about demon power?

Damn, this guy is no longer stupid now.

No, she has never been stupid, just rather heartless.

Kazuma was about to fool Mikako when he suddenly heard a shrill howl.

The three of them looked in the direction of the howling, and saw the huge furry monster bursting through its yukata, exposed among the festival lights.

Mikako: Wow, what is that? Easter egg show? That's great.

She clapped, and the others seemed to think so too, and began to applaud.

Some people took pictures with their cameras.

Then the huge furry monster slapped the person closest to him to pieces.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

Kazuma heard Tamamo whisper: I just exposed my ears. Weak monsters and half-demon can't control their monster power.

He Ma was speechless.

At this time, he heard Tamamo whisper again: Science is really amazing. It seems that we are not far away from being included in the category of science.

Um?

He glanced at Tamamo and found that the big fox seemed quite happy.

Is this a happy time?

Kazuma stood up, preparing to let Mikako and Tamamo help organize the evacuation of the crowd, while he himself blocked the out-of-control monsters——

However, the five girls had already taken the lead and stood in front of the monster. Each of them held props such as charms and exorcism needles.

Huh?