Afterwards, Kazuma gave Nanjo a series of dismantling actions—the one he did for Mikako.
Nanjo-san didn't seem to believe that this set of moves could reach the thrusting speed of Kazuma, but he still followed the decomposition movements honestly.
When he and the horse hand in hand corrected her movements, he smelled a faint fragrance from her body.
"This is... Bai Meixiang?" He Ma made a random guess.
When it comes to the fragrance of Yamato Nadeko, the first thing Kazuma thinks of is Baimeixiang, because he likes Yukidaiba in Rurouni Kenshin's Memories, and it is mentioned many times in the animation that Yukidaiba has a white plum fragrance.
Nanjo-san looked at Kazuma in surprise: "You... well, today I'm using the scent of white plum blossoms. Ah, I usually don't use perfume, but when I practice kendo, I spray a little in advance to suppress the smell of sweat. This also gets Approved by the school!"
Yuechuan Girls is a school for young girls with very strict rules. Cosmetics are not allowed to be used, and even shampoos are stipulated to use mild scents.
These and Ma all know from Chiyoko.
However, Nanjo-san actually asked the school board for permission in order to use perfume in the school. This behavior itself is a manifestation of the identity of the eldest lady.
Mikako was next to her, smelling her clothes very worriedly.
Kazuma adjusted the posture of Nanjo's hands, opened the distance and said at the same time: "It's a pity that it didn't rain today. The white plum fragrance in the rain is the most charming."
Nanjo smiled at Kazuma: "The rainy season is coming, and every day will be suitable for Baimeixiang."
Mikako gasped at the side, obviously shocked by this high-level dialogue.
At this moment, Chiyoko came to disrupt the situation: "Brother, when did you become so literary? You were a guy who couldn't even rhyme doggerel before!"
He Ma: "You can't even rhyme doggerel, how good is it?"
"But you are such a good guy." Chiyoko scratched her head, "But, forget it, I like the old brother better now."
... Chiyoko, your real brother Izumishita will cry if you know.
Forget it, He Ma Xin thought, let it go, if I can NTR it, it means that the original main dish is the original sin.
Hema turned his mind to teaching Nangong's thrusting sword skills: "Okay, Miss Nangong, you can come up with a coherent set."
"I see." Nangong resumed the initial strike, and then launched a thrust.
Watching from the side with the horse, it was obvious at a glance that her movements were out of shape a lot.
As long as He Ma is a gold finger, as long as the posture is posed and the direction of force is correct, the movement will definitely not be out of shape, which is actually a great advantage.
The movements of mature sword skills are generally honed through repeated improvement and must be the optimal solution.
When using these sword skills, if the desired effect is not achieved, it is usually because the movement is deformed.
Some people say that routines are useless, but in fact, the main reason is that they can't master the routines and the routines are always out of shape.
Being able to use sword skills without losing shape is actually a very powerful thing.
Ms. Nanjo can't stay out of shape at all. It takes a lot of practice to use sword skills perfectly every time like Kazuma.
"Stop!" Hema yelled to stop, and then stepped forward to correct the young lady's movements.
The smell of white plum fragrance entered his nostrils again.
It smells so good.
He Ma suddenly wanted to hug the eldest lady tightly, bury his face in her clothes, and smell the fragrance to his heart's content.
But he drove off the urge at once.
How could the willpower of a man who once dismantled the group alone be unable to overcome this urge.
Others couldn't even tell that He Ma had an impulse at that moment.
He Ma finished the guidance very gentlemanly, and then distanced himself: "Let's do it again."
This kind of practice lasted for more than an hour, and Kazuma initially taught Nanjo the basics of stabbing, and then taught Nanjo and Mikako some of the most basic hokushin one-sword techniques.
So it was noon.
Chiyoko glanced at the watch in the dojo and said, "Brother, this morning is about the same, let's have dinner."
Mikako immediately raised her hand: "I brought a bento! Well-prepared bento! The kind that can be eaten without heating!"
"I also have snacks for sick patients," Nanjo said hastily, "it's perfectly fine for lunch."
He Ma nodded: "Okay, let's go to the yard. The weather is so good, and we can enjoy the last wave of cherry blossoms."
The big cherry blossom tree in the yard is still blooming quietly. The fallen cherry blossom petals have already spread a thick layer on the ground, but they have no intention of stopping blooming at all.
However, the flowering period of the cherry blossoms is almost over. No matter how big the cherry blossom trees can bloom, they cannot stop the power of nature. They should completely wither after a rain in a few days.
Kazuma first came to the border between the dojo and the courtyard.
The edge of the old house of the Kiryu family is very wide, which is very suitable for a group of people to gather together and eat while looking at the scenery in the yard.
Sitting directly on the wooden floor with his horse, his feet hang down from the edge of the edge, looking up at the cherry blossom trees in full bloom.
The three girls quickly took the bento box and other things and spread them out.
Japan assumes that women are responsible for these housework, and no girls will have any objections to the shopkeeper.
Mikako opened the bento box enthusiastically: "Qiang Qiang! Look! How is it? Does it look good?"
Hema glanced at it and said, "Hmph, none of them will shine, just average."
"What the hell is it glowing! Did you add a fluorescent agent?" Mikako complained loudly, and patted Kazuma's shoulder lightly with her hand.
Ms. Nanjo smiled and said, "Do you usually interact like this, talking about manga?"
"Yeah." He Ma nodded.
"That's great." Nanjo sounded quite envious.
Mikako glanced at her, then suddenly moved closer to her and smelled her fragrance.
Nanjo: "You can buy Baimeixiang perfume in ordinary drugstores, but this is the kind I'm looking for a professional to match."
"Damn it, I hate capitalists!" Mikako shouted exaggeratedly, as if performing a manga.
In Japan, which has just experienced the student movement era, such speeches are not uncommon.
Regardless of the friendship between the girls, Kazuma picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tempura and threw it into his mouth.
It can only be said that Mikako—or Mikako’s mother’s craftsmanship is really good. This tempura is fried crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the taste is just right.
He Ma was about to make another one when the doorbell rang.
Kazuma held down Chiyoko who wanted to get up and answered the door, went back to the dojo, took a wooden knife, carried it on his shoulder and went straight to the entrance.
He opened the door ferociously, and then saw a man in the uniform of the Metropolitan Police Department's Scientific Search Division standing outside the door.
"Kiryu and Mr. Ma, right? Let's return the items you left at the scene." After finishing speaking, the speaker pushed open the courtyard door—at this time, the courtyard door will not be locked.
A policeman came in with a transparent plastic box and put it on the ground. Inside the box was a large pile of wooden knives.
Then another policeman put a bamboo hat and a long knife on top of the plastic box.
"After you have counted the quantity, please sign here." The policeman who greeted the horse at the beginning handed over a writing board, and there was something like a list on the writing board.
Kazuma nodded, and first reached out to pick up the Taidao—this familiar weight, coupled with the obvious one-character pattern on the handle, is indeed the authentic Bizen Osafune one-character pattern.
Switch to the posture of hanging the knife on the waist with the horse, and then gently press the thumb against the handle of the knife with a little force.
With a crisp sound, a small distance was pushed between the hilt and the scabbard, the blade was slightly exposed, and the cold light swept across the vision of everyone present.
Kazuma drew out the long sword with a beautiful movement, exposing the blade to the midday sun.
Suddenly, the wind picked up on the street.
The wind blows cherry blossom petals past the blade.
After the wind passed, the petals broke in two.
"Tiryu and Mr. Ma?"
The voice of the police brought Kazuma, who had been fascinated by the knife, back to reality. Only then did he realize that the police had all stepped back a lot and looked at him from a distance.
He Ma put the sword back into its sheath, then took the clipboard handed by the police, and quickly signed his name.
"Don't you count the number of items?" asked the policeman.
"No need." He Ma smiled and returned the signed clipboard to the policeman, "As a good citizen, I trust the police."