Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Hattori Heizo walked to his wife's side and looked at his son who was slashing with a knife in the courtyard and sweating profusely. He said that his son had been like this for several days, but it was not because of the affection between his children.

But I am confused about the way to go in the future.

After hearing the general cause and effect, Shizuka Hattori expressed her understanding of her husband's actions, and then the couple decisively left their son, who was still practicing kendo in the courtyard, and returned to the house.

After sitting down, Hattori Heizo brought a glass of water to his wife, and then showed concern for the person his wife was visiting on this trip:

"How is Mr. Kikuchi's health?"

Hattori Jinghua shook his head slightly:

"I looked quite clear when I went there, but after talking for a long time I became exhausted and my memory was a little confused."

Recalling what he saw when he went to visit this time, Shizuka Hattori's eyes inevitably revealed a hint of worry.

Kikuchi Tsurugi was a world-famous kendo master and Shizuka Hattori’s mentor in kendo.

Now that he is over eighty years old, his body is naturally not as healthy as before.

A few days ago, due to a slippery road on a rainy day, I accidentally fell on the way to the dojo, and my originally healthy body collapsed.

Kikuchi Tsurugi, who is already very old, developed Alzheimer's disease due to this fall. Although he has not forgotten everything, his memory has begun to suffer from slight disorders.

As one of Kikuchi Tsurujo's direct disciples, Shizuka Hattori immediately booked a flight to Fukuoka after learning the news from his master, Mrs. Kikuchi.

Then he didn't come back until today.

After talking about his travel experience in the past few days, Hattori Shizuka asked her husband about the detailed experience of he and his son's trip to Kyoto a few days ago.

There was a lot of commotion in Chunheju, including murders and explosions, but under the cover of power, it did not cause much splash among the neon people.

The media only used a very small space to end the matter with a sudden accident. Then they turned the attention of the public to the congressional election, a major event of national concern.

Therefore, Hattori Shizuka was very curious about what kind of excitement during those few days in Haruwa's residence made his son who aspired to become a legendary detective begin to feel confused about the path to take in the future.

Hattori Heizo, who had already briefly described it once, described in detail what happened in those days and the following from beginning to end.

Listening to her husband's detailed description, Hattori Shizuka was keenly aware of the strange look that flashed across her husband's face.

The right hand holding He Fan was slightly tight, and his inquiring eyes glanced over.

Knowing that he couldn't hide it from his wife, Hattori Heizo sighed softly in his heart:

"This time when I went to Kyoto, I met someone, an old friend."

Hattori Shizuka raised his eyebrows slightly. Hattori Heiji, who had returned from practicing to put away his sword, heard this and stopped going back to his room and walked to his parents.

After taking a look at his son, Hattori Heizo didn't intend to hide anything from him, so he continued to talk to his wife:

"Dark red hair and eyes, do you remember these features?"

Hattori Heiji quickly confirmed that his father was talking about Karasuma Sonobu, the core member of the black organization that caused his friend Kudo to shrink.

However, it doesn’t look like his parents know him well, do they?

After understanding the meaning of the words, Heiji Hattori, who also felt a sudden sense of familiarity, looked at his mother. Shizuka Hattori lowered his eyebrows in memory, and then looked surprised:

"You saw Getsugamaru, why was he there?"

Crescent Pill?

Hattori Heiji showed confusion on his face. Seeing his son's expression, Hattori Shizuka reminded him:

"Heiji, you saw it when you were a child. Do you still remember the bamboo knife engraved with the crescent moon mark that was especially precious to you when you were a child?

When I took you to Teacher Kikuchi's dojo, you were obsessed with me when you saw me. "

"... During that time, you followed him all day long, and when you knew he left, you were still crying and making trouble to go back to Kanagawa with Brother Yueya.

So in the end, your brother Yue Ya gave you the bamboo knife on the day he left. "

Hattori Shizuka's words touched Hattori Heiji's mind. Following that subtle sense of familiarity, Hattori Heiji recalled his childhood long ago, brushing aside the layer of mist that shone in his memory.

It was a hot summer day with endless chirping cicadas,

A four-year-old boy who traveled to Fukuoka with his mother met a fourteen-year-old boy who was brighter than the summer sun.

The young child has a mother who has become a disciple of a great kendo master. This time, he and his mother are just taking advantage of the summer vacation to visit the great kendo master and see if they can develop some hobbies.

While his mother was reminiscing with his classmates, the young child sneaked into the dojo and was shocked by the practice scene inside.

In the spacious indoor practice field, hundreds of young men and women wearing kendo uniforms hold bamboo swords and practice tricks with each other.

Accompanied by shouts and the clatter of bamboo knives, the entire training ground was filled with excitement, and the young children were stunned.

The yearning child looked around the venue, and then ran towards the knife rack in the corner of the venue.

There were bamboo knives of the same shape neatly placed on the knife rest. However, the child's sharp eyes found a bamboo knife that was slightly different in color from the other bamboo knives. There was also a small crescent mark engraved on the scabbard and handle. .

The joyful child immediately reached out and carefully took this unique bamboo knife into his arms.

Then he turned his head and saw a young man standing behind him with his arms crossed, sharp and handsome features, but a smile on his face.

The boy is not from Fukuoka, but from Kanagawa. This time he came to Fukuoka with his grandfather to visit friends and improve his kendo training.

Under the guidance of the kendo master, the young man gained a lot. Although he did not become a disciple, the young man's talent in kendo made the kendo master full of praise.

Because of this, in the past few days, the young man has received many challenges from masters of swordsmanship.

The boy, who was unruly by nature, was not afraid, so he responded one by one and won.

Just now, the boy's kendo uniform was soaked with sweat due to the hot weather, so he put his bamboo sword aside and went to change his clothes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came back, he saw a chocolate dumpling tiptoeing into his arms.

The boy watched the movements of the toddler with great interest, and then after the toddler turned around, he saw that the toddler was startled by him. When he took a step back, he tripped over a piece of protective gear that someone carelessly dropped and fell down. On the floor, with a confused look on his face, he still hugged the bamboo knife that was taller than others in his hand tightly, and laughed happily.

The corners of his eyebrows and eyes were filled with happiness written all over his body.

The mother of the young child who came over after hearing the sound was immediately delighted by this scene. While she helped her son up and coaxed the young child to hand over the bamboo knife, she showed the same bright smile as the young boy.

Under the coaxing of his mother, the young boy reluctantly handed over the bamboo sword in his hand, and then together with his mother, he witnessed the glory of the boy's victory in the next twelve battles.

From then on, the boy became an unsurpassable idol in the hearts of young children. In the following period, he followed the boy with admiration every day, witnessing that the boy was blocked and challenged again and again, and then won again and again. A victory.

However, there is always a time to say goodbye when we get together.

The boy came to Fukuoka with his grandfather to visit friends, and the young boy accompanied his mother to visit his teacher. The two live in different places, so naturally they cannot stay in Fukuoka for a long time.

One day when teenagers and young children get along very harmoniously,

The young child learned from his mother that the boy's grandfather had bid farewell to his old friend, the kendo master Kikuchi Tsurugi, his mother's teacher, and that the boy would return to Kanagawa with his grandfather.

After getting along with each other for these days, the young child, who thought he had formed a deep friendship with the boy, was as shocked as a bolt from the blue when he heard the news.

Knowing that the boy was leaving tomorrow, the child naturally did not want to be separated from his good friend, so the cute idea of ​​leaving with the boy came into his little mind.

Facing her son, who was rolling around and crying and wanting to go back to Kanagawa with the boy, the mother of the young boy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After recording this rare scene with a camera, she told the boy about it.

So the next day, the unhappy child received a parting gift from the young man.

The young child was filled with joy when he saw it for the first time. Later, he pestered his mother to get an identical bamboo knife with the crescent mark engraved on the scabbard and handle.

Moreover, the boy promised that he would keep in touch with the young boy and would never forget him as a good friend. He would definitely go to Osaka to see him when he had time.

As a result, the young child who had received the assurance was no longer sad about this separation.

The boy did not break his promise. Soon after the toddler returned home to Osaka, he received a postcard from the boy and a letter that was easy to understand but very sincere, without any perfunctory words.

For the next two years, a monthly letter and a five-day visit every summer became an important part of the young child's memory of Yue Ya's brother.

However, all this came to an abrupt end in the summer before the boy turned sixteen.

Summer has passed, the maple leaves are turning red, and the young children who have not been waiting for the letter for a long time have also changed from full of expectation to disappointment.

Since then, the toddler has not received any further letters and has not seen the boy again.

The precious bamboo knife engraved with the crescent moon mark was placed in the deepest part of the knife holder and was no longer taken out to appreciate from time to time.

The thick stack of letters and the postcards printed with various scenery that must be included in each letter were also locked into the box and never opened again.

As a young child grows up, new people and things, as well as the ever-increasingly colorful life experiences, make him gradually forget about the friendship that ended in nothing.

Hattori Heiji tried hard to search through the past in his memory, and finally remembered that the Getsuga brother in his memory that had become blurred was really a young man with bright red eyes and hair.

But under the summer sunshine that year, what he met was a young man who smiled so openly and so brightly that even the summer sun couldn't cover up its dazzling light.

But the current Karasuma Sonobu is the opposite of that. Just in this short time together on the third night of Haruwa Residence in Kyoto, he did not see a single smile on Karasuma Sonobu's face. .

The arrogant and arrogant heir to a top conglomerate, even when he was greeting others, his words and deeds were full of alienation and indifference.

How could such a person be the Yue Ya brother he remembered?

Hattori Heiji, who remembered the appearance of his childhood best friend Getsuga, was unwilling to admit it.

The black-clad core cadre of the organization, Whiskey, who was ruthless, thoughtful, and whose hands were stained with countless blood, was the person he remembered among his friend Kudo and others.

Hattori Shizuka, who sensed something was wrong from his son's expression, looked at her husband, and then learned Karasuma Sonobu's current identity.

When he was young, Hattori Heiji only remembered that the boy was Getsuga, but as parents, Hattori Heizo and Hattori Shizuka knew the boy's identity.

The child of a police family and the heir of the Karasuma Consortium. These two identities are completely incompatible. How can they be the same person?

Recalling the boy he met in those two years, Hattori Heizo was secretly surprised at the great change between the two when he met Karasuma Sonobu a few days ago.

But he confirmed that it was the same person.

Hattori Heiji, who was not interested in listening anymore, returned to his room. After changing out of his sweat-soaked clothes, he began to rummage through the cabinets.

After some rummaging, Hattori Heiji finally found the locked box deep in the huge cabinet where old things were stored.

The key that was originally equipped with the box was no longer known where he had thrown it, but opening the box was a very simple matter for Hattori Heiji.

"Click."

Hearing the sound of the metal lock being twisted, Hattori Heiji put down the lock-twisting tool and opened the box.

As the box was opened, a stale smell hit my face.

Even though it was well-preserved back then, it was specially kept in an insect-proof and moisture-proof box.

But after more than ten years, the letters and postcards in the box are still stained with the traces of time, with deep and thick yellow mottled colors.

Hattori Heiji opened one letter after another and looked at the handwriting on the letters that seemed to be dignified but actually tried his best to suppress the unruly handwriting. He easily picked up the memories of those two years.

After reading the letter, Hattori Heiji stood up again and went to the knife rest where he stored his knives.

There are many knives neatly placed on the thick solid wood knife rest.

Bamboo swords, wooden swords, and metal samurai swords of different lengths and styles were neatly arranged on the knife holder.

These knives can almost be said to have witnessed the growth of Hattori Heiji.

With a quick glance, Hattori Heiji saw the bamboo knife hidden among several bamboo knives on the innermost shelf of the knife holder. The scabbard and handle were engraved with the crescent moon mark.

Reaching out and taking off the bamboo sword that had not been used for more than ten years, Hattori Heiji stared at the bamboo sword for a long time.

Then, he put the knife holder back again.

At night, Hattori Heiji, who was in a good mood, told his parents after having dinner with them:

"I decided that I want to be a policeman, a better policeman than you, dad."

Hattori Heizang and Hattori Shizuka looked at each other and calmly accepted their son's choice.

"Hey, don't you say something?"

Hattori Heiji expressed dissatisfaction with the attitude of the two people, how could he accept it so calmly.

"Then you have to work hard!"

Hattori Shizuka encouraged him with a smile on his face, while Hattori Heizo rarely reached out and applauded:

"I'm looking forward to that day."