Next, the police in Kagoshima showed extremely high work efficiency, cleaning up the scene and turning it into a mourning hall.
Kazuma seriously suspected that the Japanese police had practiced special site layout skills during the usual process of setting up the search headquarters.
The first thing Japanese police do when encountering a major case is to set up a search headquarters, first choose a large place, and rearrange an office space.
This habit may have continued since the Warring States Period. During the Warring States Period, when daimyo fought in battle, they had to set up a banner before starting the battle, that is, circle a place on the battlefield, and the daimyo would sit firmly in the central army.
In short, after the policemen used their "professional skills" to clean up the meeting place, Kazuma wore the suit sent by Nanjo's family, and sat behind the table at the door as the last disciple to enter the house, next to him who changed into a black Furisode kimono Mrs. Quan.
"I wrote your name tag with a brush and hung it in the dojo." The old lady whispered, "Guests will be able to see it when they enter the gate of the dojo."
He nodded with the horse.
By doing this, the old lady confirmed that Kazuma was the last disciple of Kamizumi Zhenggang Zheng'er Bajing. This news will soon spread throughout the Japanese kendo world through the great figures who came to mourn.
The old lady continued: "Today is just the first wave. The real French ceremony will take seven days. You can't leave. You are the only one of his disciples left."
He Ma Xin thought I was stupid before leaving, what a chance to get familiar with each other.
Moreover, you can meet famous swordsmen from all over Japan, and you can make an appointment with Beichen Yidao Style's Mian Xu Jie Chuan to ask them to give you advice.
Ever since Honami had no experience points, Kazuma's Beichen one-sword level seemed to be stuck in the mud, rising very slowly.
On the contrary, Honami and the others apprentices, relying on the experience of brushing hippopotamuses, are gaining ground.
The old lady explained a series of reception precautions.
Although Kazuma himself has not experienced a Japanese-style funeral, he has inherited the memory of the original owner, who just presided over the funeral of his parents as the eldest son before the original owner died.
So now Hema pulls this memory out of his mind, reviews it, and understands.
After the old lady Shangquan explained, she let out a long sigh, leaned back on the back of the chair, and then put her hand on the injury on her shoulder.
"Are you okay..."
"It's okay. I hid for a while when I was hacked yesterday. You must know that I used to practice kendo. I haven't practiced it for so many years. I didn't expect that my body memory is still there, and I can save my life."
The old lady gave a self-deprecating smile.
He Ma: "It's like riding a bicycle. Once you learn it, you will always do it."
"Roughly the same."
The old lady looked up at the sky and suddenly thought of something, so she asked Kazuma: "Speaking of which, your dojo is in Tokyo, does it occupy a large area? Is it a small dojo or..."
Hema recalled the size of his home, and the memory of cleaning before the Spring Festival this year emerged.
Because the house was too big, and at that time there was no senior sister Takamizawa who came to work to earn rent, so Amao and Chiyoko had been messing around all day, and they hadn't finished cleaning.
In the end, He Ma, a candidate, couldn't stand it any longer, so he dropped his books and came over to help, and finally he didn't procrastinate until the next day.
I just don't know why Chiyoko is not very happy.
After reminiscing, He Ma replied: "It's quite big. Not only does it have a dojo and supporting warehouses, but also houses for disciples who enter the house. There are five rooms in total."
In fact, I said less with Ma, and did not include the same room as the concierge where Amao lived.
According to Kazuma’s memories, there used to be a room where apprentices changed clothes and showered in the dojo. Later, when there were no apprentices, the water pipes were removed and turned into a storage room.
The old lady Shangquan frowned: "Is it quite big? It shouldn't be... The Daochang of Beichen Yidao Style is in Tokyo... I should have heard of it."
Hema looked embarrassed: "That... my family is a natural flow of mind."
The old lady Shangquan frowned and looked at him: "Really?"
"Really." Hema smiled wryly, "But I have never been able to learn from my younger sister in learning Lixinliu, so I started to learn other schools. My sister is indeed the orthodox Lixinliu inheritance."
However, Chiyoko has been practicing kendo with horses recently, so she has also started to play backward rolls and so on.
The heart flow in Kiryu is probably gone.
The old lady Shangizumi obviously entered the memory mode. Her eyes were looking at the sky without focusing, and she muttered: "Rishinliu, Kiryu... wait a minute, is your grandfather's name Kiryu Tatsuo?"
He Ma nodded: "Yes, you know him?"
"I defeated him before." The old lady Shangquan said lightly, "At that time, he was known as a flower swordsman, and he was promiscuous everywhere, and then provoked me, so I defeated him."
He Ma: "Ah... this..."
"He actually has a dojo, I thought it was just bragging for girls."
Hema looked embarrassed: "It's really not bragging. But... my dojo has declined since my grandfather's generation. When I can remember, there were not many apprentices."
"That's it." The old lady Shangizumi shook her head, and then changed the subject, "However, he can have a grandson like you, which shows that Kiryu's life should not be terminated."
No, no, it’s actually over, if I hadn’t changed my life against the sky, the dojo would have been gone, and Chiyoko would have been sold to some extreme stable…
Of course, Hema couldn't say these things out, so he could only echo the old lady by the side.
At this time, a black car could be seen stopping in front of the gate over the low wall.
"Help me up," said the old lady.
When He Ma helped the old lady up, the door of the car opened, and the people who came down made He Ma stunned.
Honami Nanjo's grandfather, Hiroshi Nanjo, got out of the car, glanced at the courtyard, and finally landed on Kazuma.
The old man was dressed in a black kimono with a white flower pinned to his chest, obviously coming prepared.
"Who is this?" Mrs. Shangquan asked Hema directly.
Kazuma: "Let me introduce, this is the grandfather of my apprentice Honami Nanjo, the chairman of the board of directors of the Nanjo Foundation..."
Nanjo entered the courtyard step by step, and bowed to Mrs. Shangizumi: "Mrs. Shangizumi, I am very sorry for visiting without an appointment."
The old lady Shangquan waved her hand: "It's okay, after all, he is a related person of my husband's apprentice. Please sign here. My husband hasn't put on makeup yet, so today you can only see him through a layer of cloth."
Nanjo Hiroshi nodded solemnly, and after writing his name, he turned his head and signaled his followers to put the wreath in the most conspicuous position.
He Ma Miao understands that this wreath is placed in such a conspicuous position that anyone who comes after can see it and know that he has been to Nanjo Hiroshi.
The old man is fine.
At this time, Honami greeted her: "Grandpa, why are you here?"
"The grandson-in-law candidate's master whom I fancy has passed away, so how could I not come?" said the old man.
Honami blushed suddenly: "Grandpa, it's not confirmed yet."
Nanjo Hiroshi glanced at Kazuma with an expression of "you can figure it out".
Honami: "Go to Zanyan here."
"Yeah." Hiro Nanjo nodded, then bowed slightly to Mrs. Umizumi, and said to Honami, "Lead the way."
As soon as Nanjo and his grandson left, Mrs. Kamizumi said to Kazuma: "The offensive is very fierce. Will you see the parents of your other apprentices later?"
He Ma shook his head: "Probably not."
Mikako's mother, Ms. Fujii, might join in the fun if she knew about it, but the problem is that she probably doesn't know it yet.
Mikako is not the kind of mommy-type character who always calls home when she has something to do, and now she can only make calls on landlines, which is extremely troublesome.
In theory, there is no one in Qingliu's family. Although Sakata Yukiko treats her like a daughter, Yukiko hopes that Qingliu will no longer have anything to do with Jidao, so she will never come to her.
As for Yuzao, it would be too scary for her "parents" to come over.
He Ma chatted with the old lady again, and the second high-end car stopped at the door again.
The man who came down was a man in his fifties, wearing glasses, exuding the temperament of an office worker.
"Ms. Shangquan, I'm sorry." The visitor showed a very appropriate expression as soon as he entered the door, and said to the old lady.
Kazuma noticed that the man's eyes glanced in his direction, but they were obviously not focused on him.
This one should see the wreath of Nanjo Hiroshi behind the horse.
The old lady Shangizumi held the visitor's hand: "I'm sorry for your trouble, Governor of Fujiwara County."
He Ma was a little slow to react.
County governor
This person is the governor of Kagoshima Prefecture
While Kazuma was in a daze, Governor Fujiwara finished exchanging pleasantries, and turned the conversation to Kazuma and asked, "This is..."
"This is my husband's last disciple, Kiryu Kazuma."
"Oh!" The county governor's expression changed immediately, "I've heard of his name!"
He Ma Xin thinks you can act, you are a majestic county governor, I don't believe that I didn't understand the ins and outs on the way here.
But on the surface, he fully cooperated with the county governor: "You actually know me? It's a pleasure to meet you."
"The hero of Osaka, of course I know."
I don't know if it was intentional, and there are more deeds with Ma Mingming in Tokyo, and it is also public, but this one only mentions Osaka.
Is it because you are from Kansai
Many Kansai people think that Osaka and Kyoto are the capitals of Japan, and Tokyo is just the resident of the government.
At this time, the old lady Shangquan was helping and explaining to Ma: "He just won the latest Jade Dragon Banner, and my old man called him to come over to celebrate. Who knows, alas."
Governor Fujiwara nodded again and again: "Oh, that's right, the newspaper said this morning, Jade Dragon Banner! And he also has a title, Apple Juggernaut! It is said that he is the champion and dare to fight king who holds the Jade Dragon Banner with an apple on his head."
Hema raised his eyebrows. He obviously just beat the high school with an apple, so why did he win the whole game with an apple
After thinking about it, it's news, it's not surprising, it's not unusual to do this for eyeballs.
If old friend Takashi Hanabou were to make a fuss in the weekly magazine Fangchun, I'm afraid it would be more than this.
The county governor said a few more words, and gave time for his entourage to move the wreath to the door and place it next to the wreath sent by Hiroshi Nanjo.
"Then, I'll go in." Governor Fujiwara said after seeing the wreaths were arranged.
The old lady nodded, and then said to Mikako, who was temporarily acting as a guide, "Lead the way."
Mikako looked very reserved, and her words were a little awkward: "Governor, this way please."
Fortunately, she has perfect appearance, even if she stutters or something, she won't embarrass the Juggernaut family.
The county governor nodded, followed Mikako to the dojo in the yard, and entered the dojo through the yard.
Although Kazuma was blocked by the entrance of the house and couldn't see the situation in the yard, he could hear the greetings of the county governor after meeting Hiroshi Nanjo in the yard.
Before he could listen carefully, a new visitor arrived.
President of the West Japan Kendo Association, Chuan Renyuanji got out of the car, looked at the Juggernaut's residence with a complicated expression, stood at the door and waited for a few seconds before stepping in.
The old lady Shangquan was not as enthusiastic as the two guests just now, she just stood behind the sign-in desk and looked at Chuan Ren coldly.
When Chuan Ren arrived at the table, he didn't speak, just stood there, looking at the old lady Shangquan.
He Ma Xin thought it was not good to be so cold, so he pushed the autograph book forward and said in a low voice, "Sign in here, put the wreath over there."
Chuan Ren glanced at He Ma: "So, you really became the old man's disciple? Be careful, being the old man's disciple is a bit evil."
The old lady Shangquan yelled sharply: "Yuansi, don't say a few words!"
Chuan Renyuan opened his hands and made a French military salute: "Okay, I won't talk about it. I still respect the old man himself. Today I just came here as a junior of him, thanking him for being there when I encountered a bottleneck. Pointed me out."
The old lady Shangquan picked up the pen on the table and slapped it in front of Chuan Renyuansi.
Chuan Ren signed his name, and suddenly approached Kazuma: "Shimo Inaba's son, you killed him, right? I have received the news that the police chief has already boarded the plane in Narita, and he will be in Kazuma in an hour. Landing at Kojima International Airport."
Kazuma: "I didn't kill anyone, it was an accident. The third young master Shimo Inaba wore a pile of metal on his body during the thunderstorm, so he was struck by lightning."
Chuan Renyuansi smiled: "This is Kyushu, everyone knows the allusion of Tachibana Daoxue using a sword to thunder."
Kazuma: "That's just a legend. The actual situation may be that Tachibana Doxue was struck by lightning and was half-disabled. Look at me, am I even a little disabled?"
Chuanren Motoji smiled even more happily: "If it was me before I realized the unity of mind and skill, I would probably agree with you. Now, I will only ask you, do you mind showing me a Rachel?"
And Ma was not surprised.
The word Raikiri has long existed in Japan, and its origin is Tachibana Doxue striking thunder with a knife.
Later, Naruto and everything were just borrowed.
Hema is just borrowed, maybe the sword move that Lihua Daoxue comprehended back then was called this name.
He grinned at Chuan Renyuanji: "If there is a chance, definitely."
"Then if I draw my sword now, won't the opportunity come?" Chuan Renyuan Sipi said with a nonchalant smile.
The old lady finally couldn't take it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Chuan Renyuanji! Be more disciplined! Don't make trouble at this time!"
Chuan Renyuanji immediately raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender: "Okay, I know."
Just at this time, his wreath was also arranged, so he patted Hema on the shoulder, turned to look at Qingliu who was leading the way: "Oh, is it the little one who is leading the way this time, your master and I... I mean you My last master, the Shindao Wunianliu, my current record with him is 13 victories."
Qingliu said with a straight face, "Oh. This way."
Chuanren Yuanji shrugged, followed the stern Qingliu to the yard.
Kazuma heard Nanjo Hiroshi and his greetings again, and guessed that the old man Nanjo stayed in the yard on purpose, just to greet more dignitaries.