"Okay, okay! Now that everything is clear, let's go back to the banquet!" After all, such a good thing happened, how can we not celebrate it
Finally, Chiyoko came back to her senses and clapped her hands to greet everyone, pulling back the slightly off-beat rhythm of the banquet. "Ah, that's not good. The story my brother told is so fascinating that many of the dishes are cold. I'll heat it up... Qingliu, why don't you play a song to cheer everyone up?"
"Why do I have to do this kind of thing?" Qingliu rolled her eyes in response, and got up to get her guitar.
In the next half a quarter of an hour, Chiyoko quickly reheated the cold dishes and served them on the table, and Qingliu also picked up the guitar and played a tune that fit the current atmosphere.
In the melodious song, Honami poured wine for Kazuma, while Tamamo watched the cherry blossom trees and beat the time. There was a cheerful atmosphere in the dojo, and Seiryu, who was humming and playing the guitar, asked as if thinking of it.
"Speaking of which, how long will it take for the rain to recover from the break?"
"Well, Chang Andi has special blessings for monsters. I think I should be able to recover after staying in the dojo for about a week." Yuzao chewed on the fried mountain branches, and gave the answer that was quite expected.
"So fast? Wait, if this is the case, will you be able to cast spells without restriction in the future? It seems like just now." He Ma confirmed.
"It's okay if it's only in the dojo. It's still the same when you leave the dojo. At most, it's easier to recover the demon power." Yuzao replied with squinted eyes.
"That's already very powerful." Hema nodded.
The great demon fox that has existed since the age of mythology has no way of guessing how many unimaginable spells it has mastered. In the past, it was difficult to replenish due to the consumption of demon power, so it could only provide minimal help.
Now that there is a constant dark land that can replenish demon power at any time, the support level will of course be improved by leaps and bounds.
"Does it feel like you have found a big backer?" Yuzao asked with a smile as if he could see through his mind.
"That's right, that's the big backer." Hema picked up a piece of fried potato and threw it into his mouth, then nodded seriously.
Although everyone focused on the Duanshi Qingyu and the Ksitigarbha before, the most noteworthy thing in the actual trip to Chang'an Great Lake was the mutated serum produced by Fuji Technology.
That thing turned Jia Zuo, a weak scholar, into an invulnerable ghost. If it could be mass-produced, it would be called a biochemical nuclear bomb. If it was bigger, it would even be enough to change the current geopolitical structure of the world!
It is indeed beyond Hema's expectation that Fuji Technology has made such an exaggerated battle without any notice.
Like this time when the catfish spirit was robbed by a bird in a cage, the mysterious side will definitely be indispensable in the future confrontation with Fuji Technology. In this case, there is a big demon fox at home as a trump card, which should be said to be quite reassuring.
"...I think so. The world is changing so fast that even I didn't expect science and mystery to come together." Tamamo shook her head, with a slightly lonely expression on her face. But before Kazuma had time to speak, Fox threw the topic to Honami next to him.
"By the way, you haven't talked much since just now, Honami. What are you thinking?"
"... I have some regrets." Honami held the hot pot, looking a little gloomy.
"Regret, choose to go into politics?" Yuzao said as if she knew the answer.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that so many things happened around Kazuma during the time when I was entangled in boring government affairs and didn't come to the dojo... And I couldn't hear about it as an outsider until after the fact. This feeling is really..." Honami He drank the shochu sullenly, looked at Qingliu who was holding the guitar over there, and exhaled a faint smell of alcohol, "Qingliu, I really envy you."
"Well, second." Yuzao added with a smile.
"Huh? Huh? Huh?" In terms of appearance and family background, Honami and Tamamo should be undoubtedly the top two in the Kiryu Dojo. Immediately at a loss.
"That, that, because I'm free, so I can follow the horse, and I don't know that I will encounter these things... And speaking of it, wasn't it you, Tamamo, who asked me to go?"
"Even so, those who should be envious will still be envious, right?" Tamamo asked Honami for confirmation with a smile. After seeing Honami nodding in agreement, Qingliu became even more flustered, but fortunately Kazuma spoke out in time to save the situation.
"Okay, okay, don't tease Qingliu. After all, Qingliu is more used to that kind of occasion, and you all have your own things to be busy, so there is nothing you can do if you miss it?"
"Tch, are you starting to protect Qingliu now? Sure enough, after forming a team and killing monsters together, the relationship is different." The fox pouted and covered his face pretending to be sad, "Honami, we will probably be beaten into Leng Gong? Let's support each other to keep warm from now on..."
"No, I think it makes sense to talk to Ma." Nanjo shook his head unexpectedly.
"Defending the homeland has been a man's duty since ancient times. If a man fights bravely in front of the enemy, a woman should silently guard the man's back in the rear. Qingliu is enough, we don't have to follow He Ma."
"Huh? Honami-san's views are unexpectedly conservative? She's clearly a female parliamentarian in the new era." Chiyoko was surprised.
"After all, I have been educated like this since I was a child, and I feel that it is true after looking at Kazuma..." Nanjo exhaled, and then put on a respectful posture as if he was calming down, and bowed his head to Kazuma from a distance.
"Hema... No, Master. Thanks to Master, today I heard a lot of things that I had never heard of before. It was an eye-opener. Please allow me to express my thanks."
Kazuma felt that there was something to say behind Nanjo, so he held the wine glass and did not answer.
"Whether it's the curse of Mieko Oshiba, the brainwashing crimes of Hinata Corporation, or the ghost serum of Fuji Technology, these are things that are contrary to the common sense of the world. Even if you tell others, no one will believe it." Nanjo looked at Kazuma with a straight posture, and talked.
"That is to say, what you have done, Master, cannot be brought to the table. No matter how much you pay in the future, no matter how much you bleed and get hurt, no one will know you or thank you... Even so, you still have to Do you want to keep going?"
Honami's dignified voice resounded in the dojo, and that powerful tone could not be fooled or confused at all. Not only was Hema who was questioned slightly stunned, but even the rest of the people turned their attention to Hema as if they were attracted.
Kazuma, who was being watched, scratched his cheek, feeling a little troubled.
At this time, it is quite boring to just shout the slogan of justice, and he can't show the entry to Honami and the others, so how can he convey his mood? After struggling with the horse for a while, his eyes fell on the guitar that Qingliu was holding, and he suddenly had an idea.
"... I've heard a song before, which fits the atmosphere quite well. I'll show you a performance." He Ma smiled slightly, turning his head to look at the corner of the dojo. "Chiyoko, go and help me get Masamune."
"Huh? Brother, you can sing as long as you sing, why do you need a knife?" Chiyoko complained, but ran over and brought Masamune over.
Kazuma took over Masamune, stroking the blade of the sword with his hand as if brewing.
Everyone's eyes lit up one after another, and eager anticipation appeared on their faces. Everyone knows Hema's talent in music, and he often improvises when he feels it and ignores music theory. He can almost always produce a well-known masterpiece, but he doesn't know what kind of song he will produce this time
Under everyone's attention, Hema stroked Zhengzong and closed his eyes for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes, and drew his knife out of its sheath with a low shout.
The cold light of the blade was shining, and without speaking to the horse, an awe-inspiring atmosphere quietly diffused, and then with a flick of a finger, Yuzao next to him handed over the wine cup as if he was ready. He Ma raised his head and drank the shochu, then took advantage of the situation and stood up.
"My husband lives in the world and makes a name for himself..."
The phrase "husband lives in the world" brings up the rhythm, and holding the authentic sword with the horse, he walks slowly in the dojo, dancing while walking, and singing while dancing.
"Make meritorious service and fame, comfort life..."
"Comfort me, I will be drunk..."
"I'm going to get drunk and sing like crazy..."
The short tone of seven characters and one beat, accompanied by a deep male voice echoed in the dojo. Sometimes generous, sometimes wild, sometimes melodious, sometimes passionate.
The authentic blade reflects the dim light, and draws mottled and staggered afterimages in the deep sky, like the spring and autumn of lofty sentiments, and like the clang of a golden weapon and an iron horse.
A majestic, masculine and majestic atmosphere enveloped the dojo, and all the women watched He Ma dancing with swords and singing songs with fascination, and even Qing Liu, who wanted to memorize the rhythm, couldn't make a sound.
I don't know how long it took, but the singing gradually stopped.
He Ma, who was singing happily, slowly put the knife back into its sheath, returned to the table and sat down again, and it was only then that the girls woke up and let out a wow sigh.
"Wow! Brother, do you know? You actually sang Nobunaga's 'Fifty Years in the World' in this song!"
Chiyoko was amazed. Oda Nobunaga was the hero who almost unified Japan during the Warring States Period, and he might also be the most famous Japanese celebrity in the world.
"Fifty years in the world" is a desperate poem written by him when he was betrayed and failed, and the poem also has a sense of heroism and freedom. Of course, strictly speaking, there is still a difference from Wama's singing, but for Chiyoko who doesn't know much about history, this is already the highest level of praise.
"It's not a rock style or a pop style... How should I put it, it's completely different from the previous songs. Compared with the tone and rhythm, it's driven by momentum... Wow, no, no, the momentum of this song is not ordinary at all. People can hold it back..." Qingliu bit her lip, shook her head again and again, and looked at Kazuma in amazement, "To be honest, this has surpassed the category of so-called talent, I... I can't even find the words to describe that kind of talent. Feel… "
"It's spirit." Honami added for Haruyuki. At this moment, Qianjin Nanjo was sitting upright, her eyes sparkling, she spoke firmly. "This song was written by Hema with courage. Without the courage of a hero, such a song cannot be made."
"It's too exaggerated, it's just a matter of whim."
He Ma smiled and waved his hands, exhaling quietly.
This song is about the world before traveling with horses. It is an episode of the old version of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". In the play, Zhou Lang drank alcohol, danced swords and sang, which left a deep impression on him. Later, he found the original tape After listening to it hundreds of thousands of times, it can be said that the tone has been carved into the soul. Taking advantage of the situation to perform at this time, the evaluation received was unexpectedly high.
The original lyrics are of course in Chinese, but Kazuma has changed them to Japanese when performing. When he first time traveled, his Japanese was unreliable, but now he is a student at the University of Tokyo, and translation at this level is no longer a problem.
"... Is there a problem?" Tamamo, who was listening quietly, suddenly interrupted. "The meaning of this song is that a man must make contributions to live up to his life? Does it seem to be the same thing as Honami asked... Or, Kazuma, are you planning to pursue the fame of a hero? Or something else?"
"Are you pursuing fame..." He Ma sipped his shochu and picked up a bunch of fried food as if joking. "If you want to say, this is my fame."
"Fried shiitake mushrooms?" Tamamo widened her eyes, but Kazuma shifted her gaze to Chiyoko's direction.
"Hey, Chiyoko, you bought these dishes in the shopping street, right? Those uncles and aunts seem to have given you a lot of money?"
"Huh? Ah yes. Really, our family's wallet is no longer so tight, but everyone keeps stuffing me..." Chiyoko complained in a tone of confusion and happiness.
"Qingliu, you sent your guitar to the Earth House for adjustment a while ago, and the old man complained a lot, right?" He Ma smiled and looked at Qingliu.
"...It doesn't matter, I'm used to it anyway. Yes, uncle also asked about you, asking if it would be a waste to repair the guitar in the police department... I'll show my face when I have time!" Qingliu dug her ear with one finger , Trying to look nonchalant.
"Well, after I've been busy for a while, I'll go to the Earth House with you to play." He Ma Yingnuo said, and then turned his eyes back to the fox at home. I saw Tamamo frowning, as if he had grasped something from Kazuma's question and answer with Chiyoko and Qingliu, but he didn't seem too sure.
"So, the fame you mentioned with Ma is actually..."
"Ah, the shopping street, the earth house, and the lights of thousands of houses in Tokyo... These are my fame." Hema smiled slightly, raised his glass and drank it down.
The drained wine glass fell on the table and made a refreshing sound, but the girls fell silent with expressions similar to astonishment.
This is an answer that no one expected, or in other words, no one expected He Ma's answer to appear before him in such a poetic yet resolute form.
In front of their eyes, under the cherry blossom trees blowing in the wind, the self-conscious man showed a childlike happy expression, as if the previous words were not a deliberate shocking announcement, but just a natural expression of sincerity—of course, that's the truth.
Tamazao and Nanjo, Haruyuki and Chiyoko, looking at each other, collectively refreshed their evaluation of the man in front of them in the intersecting gazes—towards a higher level, and also confirmed a certain undefined consensus.