After that, he and Ma did a series of decomposition actions for Nanjo-san, which was the one for Mikako.

Nanjo-san didn't seem to believe that this set of moves could reach the speed of Kazuma's thrust, but he still honestly followed the decomposition movement.

When he corrected her movements with the horse, he smelled a faint fragrance on her.

"It's ...... White plum fragrance? "And Ma guessed one.

When it comes to the fragrance on Yamato Nadeshiko's body, the first thing that comes to mind is the white plum fragrance, because he likes the snow daiba in the Rogue Kenshin Memories chapter, and it is mentioned many times in the animation that there is a white plum fragrance on the snow daiba.

Nanjo-san looked at Kazuma in surprise: "You...... Well, today I used a perfume with the scent of white plum blossoms. Ah, I don't usually use perfume, but when I practice kendo, I spray a little bit in advance to suppress the smell of sweat. This has also been approved by the school! ”

The Koshikawa girl is a school of the eldest lady with very strict rules, and all cosmetics are not allowed, and even shampoo is stipulated to use small flavors.

I don't know about these horses from Chiyoko's side.

However, in order to use perfume at school, Nanjo asked the school board for permission to do so, which itself is a reflection of the identity of the eldest lady.

Mikako was very worried next to her, smelling her clothes.

Kazuma adjusted the posture of Nanjo's hand, and said while widening the distance: "It's a pity that it didn't rain today, and the white plum fragrance in the rain is the most charming." ”

Nanjo smiled at Kazuma: "The rainy season is coming, and every day is a suitable day for the fragrance of white plums." ”

Mikako gasped next to her, obviously hit by this high-level conversation.

At this time, Chiyoko came to dismantle the stage: "Brother, when did you become so literary?" Obviously, he couldn't even rhyme limericks before! ”

Kazuma: "You can't rhyme limericks, so how many dishes are there?" ”

"But that's what you're doing." Chiyoko scratched her head, "But, forget it, I prefer the current brother." ”

…… Chiyoko, your real brother Izumishita will cry if he knows it.

Forget it, he Ma thought about it, he couldn't be NTR by me, that means the original main dish, the dish is the original sin.

He Ma turned his mind to teaching Nangong classmates the stabbing sword technique: "Okay, Miss Nangong, you have a coherent set." ”

"I see." Nangong resumed his initial starting stance, and then launched a thrust.

He Ma watched from the side, and at a glance he could see that her movements were out of shape a lot.

As long as the golden finger of the horse is in a posture and the direction of force is correct, the movement will not be out of shape, which is actually a great advantage.

The movements of mature sword skills are generally tempered by repeated improvements, and they must be the best solution.

And when using these sword skills, if you don't achieve the desired effect, it is generally because the movements are deformed.

Some people say that routines are useless, but in fact, the main reason is that they can't practice at home, and the routines are always out of shape.

Being able to use sword skills completely out of shape is actually a very powerful thing.

Miss Nanjo can't do it at all, and it takes a lot of practice to use her sword skills perfectly every time like Kazuma.

"Stop!" He Ma shouted to stop, and then stepped forward and began to correct the eldest lady's movements.

The smell of white plum incense penetrated his nostrils again.

It smells so good.

Kazuma suddenly wanted to hug the eldest lady, bury his face in her clothes, and smell the fragrance to his heart's content.

But he immediately drove away this impulse.

How could a man who once split the group alone not be able to overcome this impulse with willpower.

Others couldn't even see that He Ma had an impulse at that moment.

And the horse very gentlemanly completed the instruction, and then distanced: "One more time." ”

This practice lasted for more than an hour, and Kazuma initially taught Nanjo-san the basic essentials of stabbing, and then taught Nanjo-san and Mikako some of the most basic Hokushin Ichi-ryu techniques.

And so it was noon.

Chiyoko glanced at the watch in the dojo and said, "Brother, that's about it in the morning, let's have dinner." ”

Mikako immediately raised her hand: "I brought a bento here!" Carefully prepared bento! The kind that you can eat without heat! ”

"I also have snacks for the sick number," Nanjo said hurriedly, "and it's perfectly fine for lunch." ”

Kazuma nodded: "Okay, then let's go to the yard." The weather is so good, and you can enjoy the last wave of cherry blossoms. ”

The large cherry blossom trees in the yard are still in full bloom, and the cherry blossom petals that have fallen have been spread on the ground, but they have no intention of stopping blooming.

However, the cherry blossom season is almost over, and no matter how much the cherry blossom trees bloom, they will not be able to stop the power of nature, and they should completely wither after a rain in a few days.

Kazuma was the first to come to the edge between the dojo and the courtyard.

The edge of the Kiryu family's old house is very wide, and it is perfect for a group of people to gather together and eat while looking at the scenery in the courtyard.

Kazuma sat down directly on the wooden floor, his feet hanging down from the edge of the edge, and looked up at the cherry blossom trees in full bloom.

The three girls quickly took the lunch box and other things and put them away.

The Japanese side tacitly acknowledges that women are responsible for these housework, and no sister will have an opinion with Ma Dang.

Mikako opened the lunch box with great interest: "Qiang Qiang!" See! How's that, it looks good, right? ”

And the horse glanced at it and said, "Hmph, it won't shine, generally." ”

"What the hell is it that glows! Is there a fluorescent agent? Mikako complained loudly, and by the way, she gently patted Kazuma's shoulder with her hand.

Miss Nanjo smiled, "Do you usually interact like this, talking about manga?" ”

"Hmm." And the horse nodded.

"That's good." Nanjo-san sounded quite envious.

Mikako glanced at her, and suddenly leaned close to her and sniffed her scent.

Nanjo-san: "You can buy perfume with the scent of white plum at a normal drugstore, but I'm looking for a craftsman to match it. ”

"Damn, I hate capitalists!" Mikako shouted with an exaggerated expression like a performing manga.

In Japan, which has just experienced the era of the student movement, such statements are not uncommon.

The girls who were communicating with Ma Zhi in a friendly way.,Straight up the chopsticks.,Grab a tempura and throw it into your 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 clip another one when the doorbell rang at the door.

Kazuma held down Chiyoko, who wanted to answer the door, went back to the dojo and took a wooden knife, carried it on his shoulder, and went straight to the entrance.

He opened the door with a fierce look, and then saw a man in the uniform of the Metropolitan Police Department's Scientific Search Bureau standing outside the door.

"Kiryu and Mr. Ma, right? We are here to return the items you left at the site. With that, the speaker pushed open the courtyard door, which was not locked at this time.

A policeman came in carrying a clear plastic box and placed it on the ground, and inside the box was a large pile of wooden knives.

Another policeman then placed a hat and a long knife on top of the plastic box.

"After you count the numbers, sign here." The policeman who greeted the horse at the beginning handed a clipboard with a checklist of things sandwiched on it.

Kazuma nodded, and first reached out to pick up the sword - this familiar weight, coupled with the obvious one-character pattern on the hilt, is indeed Bizen Nagabune's original character.

Switch to the position of hanging the knife on your waist, and then gently press your thumb against the handle of the gauntlet, using slight force.

With a crisp sound, a small distance was opened between the hilt and the scabbard, the blade was slightly exposed, and the cold light swept through the field of vision of everyone present.

Wama drew the long knife with a beautiful motion, exposing the blade to the midday sun.

Suddenly, the wind picked up in the streets.

The wind swept the cherry blossom petals across the blade, and the petals broke in two.

"Kiryu and Mr. Ma?"

The policeman's voice brought the mesmerized knife-looking Kazuma back to reality, and it was only then that he realized that the policemen had stepped back and looked at him from a distance.

He returned the knife into the sheath, then took the clipboard handed by the police, and quickly signed his name.

"Don't you count the number of items?" The policeman asked.

"No need." Kazuma smiled and returned the signed clipboard to the police, "As a good citizen, I trust the police." ”