At one end of the garden is a round target plate with a red heart and a white background, which is the old house of the Kamiya family in Tokyo's Chiyoda Ward, which has been handed down from the Heian period to the present day, covering an area of about 6,000 square meters, which is two or three times larger than the ancestral house of the Yuki clan.

Rin Kamiya, who was wearing a black hakama and a white shirt, had a leather protector tied to his chest, and his right hand was not wearing protective gloves, holding two three-foot-long arrows, grasping the bow with his left palm, and standing with his feet apart, in a kyudo posture.

After standing still, she put the arrow on the bow with her back straight, this step is called bow construction, and the root of the arrow has touched the bowstring.

Raise your hands slightly and raise the bow above your head, and the bow made of bamboo and wood is long and thin, and the total height can reach more than two meters, so a special archery method is used.

Twenty-eight meters away, the target plate was only the size of an ordinary dinner plate, and the red dot in the center was no more than five yen coins, and Rin Kamiya slowly pulled the bowstring, and the position of the arrow was moved from the top of his head to the side of his face, and the customized hundred pounds and bow did not shake at all, and it was as smooth as a mountain.

Closing her left eye, she aimed at the target, smaller in her line of sight, and after holding this action for half a minute, she let go of the string.

"Whew!"

The three-foot arrow had a straight trajectory and flew straight towards the target disk, and the person holding it was a middle-aged man in a suit, his body trembled, and the target disk was stabbed by a huge force, and he was nailed to the white wall of the courtyard with his hand.

"Brilliant shot, really good shot!"

The man in the suit who was high in front of the people hurriedly trotted into the house, patted his slap and praised, his name is Kamiya Yonghe, I don't remember what his original surname was, Kamiya Rin just appointed this sideline son-in-law to manage the industry in the Kanto region, the ability is there, the attitude is not bad, and he has the talent to be a ninja.

After collecting the bow and making a broken heart, Rin Kamiya knelt down, put down the bow, picked up the tea bowl prepared by the maid next to him, took half a sip, and the man in the suit opposite also knelt in front of the tea table and handed over a report of information.

"Thanks to your wise leadership, the financial report for the first half of 2014 is higher than the same period in previous years, and the income of the main family is 12.7 billion yen, and in addition to the 14 billion yen left to increase investment, we in Kanto City are confident that the household payment will exceed 15 billion yen in the second half of the year."

Kamiya Rin is not interested in looking at the report on the table, she has the relationship of Uncle Zhou to check the authenticity, Zhou Tatori Pingrang, who was once a close friend of her father, with the help of her own ability and the energy of the Kamiya family, has climbed to the top of the decision-making level of the island government, and then a member of the cabinet.

"Take 1.7 billion yen from your home as a bonus, you take half of it, and the rest will be distributed to the employees."

Spending a huge sum of money lightly, Kamiya Rin waved the folding fan, and after Kamiya Yonghe knelt and kowtowed, he bent down and retreated with interest.

"Next, Kansai District Manager Kenaki Uchida."

The maid outside the house shouted loudly, today is the debriefing day set by Rin Kamiya, and the regional managers of the entire island country will come to show their business achievements.

It's just a nineteen-year-old yellow-haired girl, why are you so afraid of her.

Uchida Kenmei, who had been waiting in the corridor outside for a long time, glanced at Kamiya Yonghe, who had slipped away in a low voice, with disdain, he was on the throne by his ability, not a member of the Kamiya family, and he was completely ignorant of some secrets.

"Good morning, Miss Kamiya."

After entering the house, the majestic Kenaki Uchida greeted him politely, sat down and handed over the report.

6.4 billion yen.

Seeing the figures at the end of the report, Rin Kamiya's expression cooled, there were about eight billion yen last year, and the domestic situation has been stable recently, how can there be such fluctuations?

She closed her eyes and recalled the information given by Uncle Zhou in advance, Uchida Kenming, who was over fifty years old, had more than a dozen mistresses, seven or eight illegitimate children, dozens of high-end real estate, and an annual salary of two or three hundred million yen, where did he get the money to spend like this?

I'm going to cut you out this year, and by the way, I'll deter those who are careful.

As soon as the thought turned, Rin Kamiya took out a disc in the same shape as Fang Cai's arrow target.

Five identical discs had been nailed to the white wall at the other end of the courtyard, and the arrows hit the red heart and sank three or four inches into the wall.

This is the tradition of the head of the Kamiya family, the heads of the family who have the bloodline of the jade and white gods in the past generations are all extraordinary human beings, collectively known as cultivators, and archery is to show their own transcendence and deter the people.

Uchida Kenmei picked up the disc disapplausively, he was still terrified in the first few years, but now he doesn't take this seriously, but he has more strength and shoots arrows on time, and he is a civilized society, who dares to shoot people with bows and arrows?

Standing under the white wall of the courtyard, Kenaki Uchida raised the disc with one hand, while Rin Kamiya took a stance, raised his bow and pulled it away, sank to the side of his face, aimed slightly, and withdrew his arrow.

"Ah——!h

Uchida's wrist was pierced, and the three-foot-long arrow showed a small half, and he howled and covered his hand, looking up to scold, but saw Rin Kamiya set up another arrow.

"Miss Kamiya-sama! It's my mistake, I shouldn't be greedy for the money of the Kamiya family, please spare my life. ”

The person who can be the manager of Kansai City is naturally not stupid, and immediately woke up, this is the main house of the Kamiya family, and the maids who work and the like have been attached to the Kamiya family for generations, and it is not possible to survive without being soft.

"Whew!"

Rin Kamiya stretched out his bow and set up an arrow, and the arrow grazed a bloody mark from Uchida's scalp, and it disappeared into the white wall behind him, leaving only a tail feather.

"Let him spit out all the embezzled money, and people won't deal with it."

Untie the tight bowstring, Kamiya Rin handed over the bow to the maid who stepped forward automatically, now it's a civilized society, and some radical means are not easy to use, so it's an extra punishment to waste a hand.

"Hey! Miss. ”

Two waiters in yukata on standby set up a howling traitor and dragged them out of the corridor, and they still needed a little means to get people to pay back the money obediently.

"Ming Xue, the reward for the first half of the year is still the same, and the political donations from all over the country will be added to the three, and now is a critical moment."

After collecting all the funds, Rin Kamiya instructed the last maid in the room to make tea, this maid in a bright yellow kimono was obviously not ordinary, nodded and put away the report on the table, and made a new pot of tea.

Uncle Zhoutori, I don't know if your kendo tournament and the national kendo plan can succeed, it's a bit risky.

Rin Kamiya tasted the freshly brewed tea, and on the white wall outside the courtyard, the tail feathers of several arrows swayed gently in the wind.

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Tear off the paper calendar on the wall to reveal the seventh day of July of the old calendar, in the island country, the love festival of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl is celebrated every year, and there is also a fireworks festival here in Hachioji City, which will divert some domestic and foreign tourists.

The grand fireworks display will be held in the relatively empty city amusement park, and fireworks worth tens of millions of yuan will be lit across the riverbank, just for a moment of beauty, this fleeting splendor is in line with the aesthetics of the island people.

Fujii Tree's freshman summer vacation has begun, and the seventh day of the seventh month of the old calendar happens to be the beginning of August of the Gregorian calendar, and he returned to his home in Hachioji City and lay down for more than ten days, except for going out to the bookstore in the afternoon to rent a few books, there are no other entertainment activities.

Such a life is calm and monotonous.,The chainsaw man he plagiarized has just finished releasing a single book for two years.,The next story of Yuta and Mitaka is not going to be drawn.,He recommended the sequel to the editor of Shizuliu.,It's only one word different from his name.,I don't know if it's connected.。

At this time, according to the address found, the editor of Yichuan Shizuliu was still wearing a solemn dark black lady's suit and skirt, with long and silky hair that was neatly groomed, and the hibiscus brooch on the neckline was shining, standing downstairs in a rusty tin house.

Is that manga artist recommended by Fujii Shu living in this kind of place?

Yichuan Shizuliu hesitated for a moment, this kind of place is obviously for the low-level migrant workers in the island country, but as long as he has a little ability, he will not be reduced to this.

The author of the chainsaw man no longer planned to paint, so for the sake of her performance, she had to climb the creaking iron ladder and knock on the door on the second floor.

"Is it NHK TV again? I don't need to watch TV, don't bother me. ”

An impatient voice came from behind the door, obviously not going to open the door, and Ikawa Shizuru opened his mouth to explain.

"I'm the editor of the Shogakukan, and I sent you an email to visit you in advance, and I want to talk about the continuation of the writing, and it was the author of Chainsaw Man who recommended you to me."

"Trees? There really is a cartoonist of the same name! Chainsaw Man, right? That work that is the number one selling single book this month, looking for a failed cartoonist like me to continue to write? You have to find a reasonable excuse to lie, right? ”

The door finally opened, revealing a green face, and the name of the person behind the door was very similar to Fujii Shu, who was none other than Fujimoto, the original author of Chainsaw Man, who had just graduated from college and was not yet famous.

(End of chapter)