scolded outside, and Kitahara Shuji didn't take it seriously. This situation is a daily routine here, there are often some frustrated people who get drunk, and then smash and scold all the way to vent their grievances in life - there is no one who lives here, there is really every day, and basically no one cares, occasionally someone will call the police when they see too much trouble, and then the police will use the quilt to drag the drunk back to the police station to sober up.

But this time Kitahara Shuji thought about it, gently pushed the door open, looked into the darkness at the end of the corridor, and called softly, "Yoko?"

"Wow~Wow!Wow......"

He was answered by a dog barking, and then the dog barking became a whimper, as if the dog's mouth had been covered. Kitahara Shuji waited a little before he heard Yoko Ono's voice ring, "Onisan, I'm here." ”

"Haven't you been in touch with your parents yet?"

Yoko Ono stood up and whispered, "I live with my mother...... Mom hasn't answered the phone yet. ”

Is it a single-parent family? Kitahara Shuji couldn't help but soften his heart, and then looked at the apartment where a drunk man was beating the garbage bin with a wooden stick, and from time to time he scolded a few words wildly, and after thinking about it, he said: "It's too late, it's not safe outside, come and wait for me!"

Yoko Ono looked at Kitahara Shuji, and then at the drunken downstairs - she knew that there were also a few drunkards living upstairs, and it was almost time to come back from drinking, if she accidentally noticed herself......

Although she is small, she also knows that she lives in this area is not a good place, and she usually tries not to go out when she comes home from school, and now it is so late, and the black rumbling outside is indeed quite scary, and then look at Kitahara Xiuji's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with a righteous face, it really doesn't look like a bad person, the lesser of two evils, so he hesitated to lift his schoolbag and walked over with the puppy, and asked softly: "Will it cause trouble for Ernissan?"

"It's fine. ”

"That'...... I'm going to trouble Ernisan, and I'll leave after this time has passed. ”

Kitahara Shuji smiled, opened the door wide, and said, "Come in!"

"Thank you!" Yoko Ono bowed, squeezed her phone in her hand, and slipped into the apartment, trying to make her smile as sweet as possible, not showing nervousness and wariness.

She took off her shoes at the simple entrance, paying attention to the movement of Kitahara Shuji behind her, but found that he had just covered the door and walked indoors, and couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Aren't you closed, Onisan?"

Kitahara Shuji looked back and smiled: "That's it, I don't have anything worth grabbing here." "The so-called melon field is not acceptable, Li Xia is not the crown, he is a single man, and he should be avoided.

Yoko Ono understood in the blink of an eye, her heart was slightly relieved, and the smile on her little face was much more natural, but when she entered the house with her schoolbag, she found that she had accidentally brought the dog in, and she suddenly wanted to go out and send the dog away. And Kitahara Shuji had already taken the corrugated box containing the book, and said with a smile: "Is this your dog?

(Don't stain your floor...... ）

Yoko Ono hesitated for a moment, put Momojiro in, and whispered, "It's my dog, but my mother doesn't let it be kept at home, so it can only be kept on the street." ”

(A very gentle person, he doesn't dislike Mokujiro's dirty...... ）

Momojiro didn't make a fuss when he entered the cardboard box, his two front legs were on the edge of the cardboard box, and he screamed softly at Kitahara Shuji, as if to say hello.

Kitahara Shuji took a look at it and found that it was an ordinary earth dog, and the bloodline should be quite mixed, and it was impossible to tell the dog breed at a glance, but a pair of dog eyes looked quite spiritual.

Since this dog is not noisy or has no intention of soiling the house, Kitahara Shuji left it alone, and beckoned Yoko Ono and said, "Sit casually, Yoko, I have nothing here, nothing to entertain you, sorry." ”

Yoko Ono bowed again politely and said with a sweet smile, "Thank you already, Onisan." ”

Kitahara Shuji saw that although she smiled sweetly, her hands and feet were very cramped, and she looked a little uneasy. He also had this experience, he had been in a relative's house for a while, and he knew what to do with it - it was better to leave her alone and let her stay on her own, too much enthusiasm would be counterproductive.

"Alright, Yoko, I'll go read a book for a while. ”

"Yes, Onisan. ”

Kitahara Shuji went to the innermost part of the house, left the place near the door to Yoko Ono, and then picked up a copy of the "Art of War" and read it, which corroborated with the unclear marks in his mind.

Yoko Ono really felt a lot more comfortable seeing Kitahara Shuji's attitude, and raised her finger at Momojiro, ordering it to never make noise, and then carefully knelt down and sat down, not even daring to breathe loudly.

She sat for a while, peeked at Kitahara Shuji, and found that his attention seemed to be completely focused on the book, and he didn't pay attention to this side, so she had the courage to look carefully.

The jet-black hair is a bit long for a boy, and it is scattered in thin pieces on the forehead, and the facial features have deep shadows under the light, which makes Kitahara Shuji look a lot colder. The brows were slightly furrowed, and the lips were very thin, as if she was thinking seriously - Yoko Ono looked at it for a while, and found that she couldn't take her eyes off it, as if Kitahara Shuji had some kind of magical attraction, giving people a sense of peace of mind and reliability, and it seemed that just looking at it like this gave rise to a sense of happiness.

She resisted the desire to look again and moved her gaze to the moldy tatami mat in the gap, feeling slightly strange in her heart, but she was soon relieved - he was a high school student, he must be different from the little boys he knew, this is normal, he must be rare and strange.

She stayed for a while and had nothing to do, and seeing that Kitahara Shuji didn't care about her, she dragged her schoolbag, quietly took out the book and started to do her homework, and soon she was immersed in learning.

There was silence in the room for a while, except for the occasional muffled shout from the street outside, and Momojiro stood for a while with the box and found that no one was playing with it, so he rolled up in the box and began to nap.

Kitahara Shuji is looking at a miscellaneous book about swordsmanship collected by Shikishimaba, this book can't be used as a skill book, but it records some interesting facts about Guliu swordsmanship, which can be used to illuminate him.

Modern kendo generally refers to sports kendo, which is a sport, and the predecessor of kendo, swordsmanship, is the killing technique of Chiguoguo, which has been active on the battlefield for a long time.

It is mainly divided into three major schools: Ichito-ryu, Shinto-ryu, and Yin-ryu.

The earliest recorded school of swordsmanship is Nakajo Ichito-ryu, founded by Nakajo Nagahide, whose core proposition is to "cut down the enemy before he cuts me down", and the first sword refers to killing the enemy with one sword rather than holding only one sword—many of these sub-schools have the technique of fighting with two swords, but there is no such thing as two swords, three swords, and four swords.

Now the most famous Yidaoliu tribe is Beichen Yidaoliu, and its forty-three sets of combo actions are compulsory subjects for RB police, which is in a sense an official martial arts.

At the same time, as the core spirit of the first sword flow of the first school of swordsmanship, it has been throughout the development of RB swordsmanship, that is, quickly slashing down enemies to prevent themselves from being cut, which makes RB swordsmanship always full of offensive ......

Kitahara Shuji slowly flipped the pages of the book, confirming the swordsmanship imprint in his brain, and found that it was indeed as the text said, even the defense in RB swordsmanship was to then take advantage of the situation to cut down the enemy, and there were countless attacks against attacks, and almost all the fighting images in his mind did not exceed thirty seconds.

He looked at the line of words in the book and couldn't help muttering: "Any actual combat fight that lasts more than sixty seconds, then the two sides must be acting...... It's really a killing technique, and the goal pursued is really simple and straightforward. ”