A group of shirtless men swarmed up and ran away with the horse's feet.
Except for water, there are no props in the bath!
Wait, why isn't water a prop
He kicked the horse, and the hot water in the pool was poured out of a water dragon, heading straight for everyone.
The temperature of the water in this pool is not low, and some sulfur may have been added to simulate the water quality of a hot spring. Anyway, He Ma thinks the water is "slippery", and it feels similar to Qingliu's skin.
After splashing water to delay the first wave of people, He Ma hurried back to find the guy first.
As a result, the people who hadn't entered the water outflanked the pool and tried to pounce on the horse.
Hema didn't know where his quick wit came from, he turned sharply to face the brother who had exerted strength on the shore and was about to rush over.
The other party was about to fly over, and it might turn into a very indecent state. The moment he realized this, the brother slipped, failed to use his strength, and fell into the water.
Kazuma took the opportunity to go ashore, picked up the basin thrown by someone by the pool to protect his body, and then accurately threw the soap with the basin at the feet of the strong man rushing towards him.
The first person had no time to hide, stepped on the soap, and fell a very exaggerated backflip. The people behind couldn't stop the car and all tripped over him and fell together.
But the man who had just gotten out of the bath to catch the horse, now came up from the bath again, waving the bench to kill him.
Hema saw that there was only a basin in his hand, and there was nothing else—the scar on his body just now scared away the people in the bath, and they took all their toiletries with them when they left.
This pot and the soap just now, I still don’t know which one left quickly.
and the horse's own gear on the shelf by the door.
In desperation, He Ma decided to go to the room.
This is also a kind of inertial thinking. When things happen, you don't decide to go to the room.
He threw the basin at the person at the front, turned around and grabbed the edge of the Mount Fuji painting on the wall, and climbed up the partition wall between the men's bath and the mixed bath.
It is also a tradition to hang Mt. Fuji in Japanese bathhouses. The pool in the bathhouse is still large, and the paintings are also large. They are probably nailed directly to the wall with steel nails, so supporting the weight of a grown man is not a problem at all.
Although he moved quickly when crawling with the horse, the other party was too close, and someone still grabbed his feet, but he had just come out of the bath, and the water in the bath was still slippery, so he slipped out directly.
He sat on the top of the wall and looked back at the group of big Japanese below: "Aren't you from the Japan Sports University? You can't catch it if you go to the wall?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several thinner and taller people climbing up the wall along the other side of the Mount Fuji portrait.
The first one came up and reported himself: "I am the official member of the Japanese rock climbing team, Saburo Fujimura!"
Shouting "Ghost" with the horse, he turned over and got off the mixed bathing pool.
Immediately after his feet hit the ground, he picked up the bench on the ground, and waited for Fujimura to come down, and before he could stand still, he threw the bench over.
"The rock climbing team is being selected?"
The bench slapped the man's face.
"Awesome!"
Snapped!
"Do you think I'm afraid of you if you come down alone? Lay down!"
After turning over the goods, he turned around and saw that the mixed bath was full of people.
Good guy, the people he scared away next door are all in the mixed bath now!
The old man who was the first to run just now raised his hands high and made a standard French military salute: "We didn't even see you kill someone!"
"Nonsense! I didn't kill anyone, this guy is alive! Look at him breathing, did you see that?"
The old man shook his head like a rattle.
"Then take a closer look!"
The old man shook harder, and one feared that he had twisted his neck.
He Ma can't control this much anymore, he has long heard the movement outside, and the big Japanese are about to outflank them.
While talking, he collected two more benches, one in each hand, and another in his mouth as a spare, in case the bench is knocked out later, there may not be someone else who can take advantage of this unlucky venue.
After posing with the horse, the people from the Japanese Kendo Department rushed in.
When they saw Hema's posture, they were stunned.
This is also normal. If you see someone playing Sauron's three-sword style with a bench in the bathroom, you will be stunned.
He Ma clapped the two benches together like a big gong, making a crisp sound.
"Come on!" he shouted.
The bench in his mouth snapped to the ground.
At this moment, the shock brought by the three-bench flow faded away, and the big men rushed forward.
He Ma stepped on the bench on the ground, picked it up and smashed it to the chin of the fastest unlucky guy, and then kicked it to the nose of the second unlucky guy.
After the preemptive attack, he waved the two benches with the horse, as if these were not benches, but two big axes.
But after all, this is a bench, not an axe, and if it has no blade, it can only be disarmed if it is hugged by someone who resists a blow.
He Ma knew that he could never be caught, he would just pick it up after losing his weapon, but it would be bad luck if he was caught for a bench.
After both benches were confiscated, Hema used the same trick to hit the wall again.
Of course he didn't go up to the wall at Nantang's side, because he could tell from the sound that someone was guarding him there.
Sitting on the high wall between the mixed bath and the female bath, Kazuma looked down and smiled and said, "There is no climbing team here, right?"
He Ma has already made up his mind. If the commotion is like this, the shopkeeper must have called the police. Before the police come, he will be a gentleman.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud shout: "Get out of the way!"
Then the big-bodied people parted ways, leading directly to the gate of the mixed bath room.
There was a muscular man at the gate with a mop in his hand.
"Nippon Sports University, my grandson Yosuke is going to join the pole vault team!"
This guy ran up, using the mop as a pole to prop against the base of the wall, and leaped high with a movement that couldn't be more standard.
Then jumped over the wall.
He is a pole vaulter. It is understandable that if he cannot pass the pole (the wall), he will be fouled.
He Ma stared at this man's face the whole time, and even gave him a thumbs up for his standard pole vaulting moves.
This one fell into the female soup just like that.
The wall is high and thick, and the horse sits on the top of the wall and bends over to face the mixed bath, and the people on the other side are not tall enough to see him.
The girls of Nutang didn't necessarily know what was going on here.
This scream rips and the horse's eardrums.
He still has enhanced hearing, and now he has several layers of goosebumps, it's too sharp, this is a world-class treble.
After the scream, there was the sound of beating from Nvtang, and He Ma was sweating for the pole vaulting classmate just now.
I hope he will have a grandson or granddaughter in the future.
At this time, Hema's Shunfeng ear heard the conversation outside the bathhouse: "Fukuoka prefectural police, is there a fight?"
"Yes, in the bath."
"which one?"
"Uh... it seems like all three are fighting."
And Ma Fue, he could imagine the police officer's head full of question marks when he heard that the three bathhouses were fighting.
Then Hema heard the beeping sound when someone turned on the horn, not only him, but also many people in the house.
"I'm the Fukuoka prefectural police officer, Sato, the inspection director of the Toto Police Station. Listen up, people inside, it's illegal to gather a crowd to fight. Please stop immediately. If innocent people are injured during the fight, we have to invite you to the police station for dinner." Pork chop rice!"
Kazuma looked down, and Shimoba Akira was gnashing his teeth as he mingled among a group of younger brothers who were taller than him, clutching his fingers.
He Ma: "Stop it, Dao, there are policemen outside."
"Just wait and see! I'm going to report to the organizing committee of the competition, saying that you used outside tricks!"
He Ma: "Remember to go for a medical appraisal first."
He was pretty sure that Inaba's hand was fine.
Those who practice kendo are often beaten, and it is normal to dislocate their knuckles, so they have been honed.
Moreover, people's joints become dislocated more easily, which may also be a protective mechanism.
And the finger bones of my right hand in my previous life, because I worked so hard when writing, the joints became looser and looser when I was preparing for the exam in the third year of high school. Later, I could simply click the joints and pull them apart, and I felt that the tendons that crossed the joints were stretched. long.
So when I broke up with the horse just now, the pain was really painful, and after careful inspection, it was probably nothing wrong.
Unless these three young masters are fake, they usually don't practice swords.
Shimoinaba stared at Kazuma, her teeth chattering.
"Okay! Okay!" he said, "You just wait! Anyway, Yulong Banner is a round-robin competition system, so it doesn't matter if you hurt someone in the middle and get banned. Aren't you opening a gym? Do you play ninjutsu? I won't let you do this anymore Huahuo! You can only write songs, and Fang Chun, the weekly magazine, is there to brag about the songs you wrote, and it’s annoying to watch! You have lost those names, and the songs you wrote will not be listened to!"
He Ma: "That's just right, I also want to stay away from these trivial things. I wish I could be a pure musician. Come on, break my hand tomorrow! But let me remind you of one thing, the last one wanted The grass on the grave of the person who broke my hand is so tall now!"
Others say that, it is called rhetoric. To say that to Ma is to state the facts.
In the Kuixing Banner competition last summer, Endo Nakato, who wanted to play Laidudu and Mashou, was really so tall.
Not only that, Shi Enzhou who made the key fake bamboo knife for Endo, the grass on the grave is only a little shorter.
But Shimo Inaba Akira didn't take Kazuma's words seriously.
He snorted, turned around and walked out of the bath, raising his hands and shouting as he walked, "We are the ones fighting, let's come out!"
The members of the Nippon University Kendo Department helped up the climbing member Saburo Fujimura, who had just been brought down by the Hemaji bench, and followed their leader out.
Seeing this with the horse, he also jumped off the wall and let out a sigh of relief.
At this time, a young man suddenly grabbed Kazuma's hand: "Please wait a moment!"
He Ma looked at Xiaonian suspiciously: "What's wrong?"
"That! That! I just saw you fighting, and I was very inspired! Can I draw you in the manga I want to submit for the newcomer award?"
Kazuma stared at the boy for a while: he was about thirteen or fourteen years old... Well, it is unlikely that this is Eiichiro Oda himself.
Oda should have just started elementary school at this time.
He and Marco don't want to see Sauron fighting with a bench—wait, it seems that there can be? After all, Hai-One Piece has a lot of funny characters in it.
Sauron is waving three benches, and the painting style doesn't seem to be too crooked.
So Kazuma nodded: "Okay. If you win an award, send a copy of the sample to Tokyo Shibamata's Kiryu dojo."
"Okay, I will!" The boy was ecstatic.
He Ma patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.
In this day and age, Japanese children want to be cartoonists, just like young people who want to be online novelists in their lifetime.
But whether it's drawing comics or writing novels, it all depends on talent.
Akira Toriyama was bored on the way to work, picked up the manga that was left on the tram, looked at it, cursed, "I can draw anything", quit his job, and started drawing, eventually becoming a generation of masters.
But Akira Toriyama has only one.
There are also people like Yoshihiro Togashi who didn't want to draw manga at all, but did it by chance.
Yoshihiro Togashi also has only one.
The vast majority of young people who have devoted themselves to the comics industry have not even made a splash under the huge waves of the times.
Most of them can't even make their debut, and can only make a living as comic assistants for the rest of their lives.
Even as a manga assistant, you will be classified according to the strength of your ability. Famous and powerful assistants rush everywhere to put out fires for cartoonist teachers who can’t meet the deadline, and they can live in a big house with rich clothes and fine food.
And more young people are just doing low-income jobs while continuing to work hard for their debut.
They are the silent majority, the majority forgotten by the great era.
Thirty years in He Ma's life is not long, but he has seen many such things.
For example, virtual anchors, some people ride the wind and even hit thousands of ships, and more of them graduate silently, and even people and their images cross the sky of the times like shooting stars.
Others even died of starvation in rented houses.
But Kazuma still couldn't say it in the end, he was stared at by such innocent eyes, and he couldn't smash the boy's crystal-like dream in the face of such eyes.
"Then I'll just wait." He Ma said, "Even if you fail this time, don't be discouraged, and you must believe that sincerity and sincerity can lead to gold and stone."
The boy was stunned: "Huh?"
"Uh, it's a Chinese proverb, which means that as long as you have roots, you will be able to turn the impossible into the possible."
The young man showed a look of admiration: "That's amazing! Not only can you fight, but you also know Chinese proverbs?"
Kazuma: "Of course, I'm a student at the University of Tokyo."
As soon as the young man heard the words "Tokyo University", he seemed to feel that it was a common thing to be able to do both civil and military affairs with horses.
After all, he is a student of the University of Tokyo.
He said: "Tokyo University, I know! You have occupied the lecture hall, and you will fight the Americans to the end!"
He Ma shook his head: "No, that was more than ten years ago, and now our Wude is not so strong."
The boy showed a disappointed expression: "Is it gone? When my grandfather told me the story, he clearly said that you would not give up."
Hema can't answer this question, and he can't tell the child "I am a Chinese, we Chinese will beat Americans, but Japan may not have a chance".
So Hema pointed to the bathroom door: "I can't go out, the police are calling. Come on, kid!"
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and ran away, leaving the little fanboy he had just obtained on the spot.