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 the grievances in life.,There is no one who lives here.,It's really every day.,And basically no one cares.,Occasionally someone will call the police when they see it's too much.,And then the police come to drag the drunk back to the police station with a quilt to wake 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" "Woohoo" 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 your parents been in touch yet?"
Yoko Ono stood up and whispered, "I live with my mother, and my mother hasn't answered the phone yet." ” Is it a single-parent familyKitahara Shuji couldn't help but soften his heart, and then looked at the apartment A drunk man was beating the garbage bin with a wooden stick, and scolded a few words from time to time, 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 drunk downstairs She knows, there are also a few drunkards living upstairs, and it is almost time to come back from drinking, if you accidentally notice yourself 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 that it is so late, 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 to Ernissan?"
"It's fine."
"Then it's troublesome Onisan, I'll leave when this time is over."
Kitahara Shuji smiled, opened the door wide, and said, "Come in."
"Thank you" Yoko Ono bowed in thanks, squeezed the phone in her hand, and then slipped into the apartment, trying to make herself smile as sweetly 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 hidden the door and walked indoors, and couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Aren't you closing, 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, let's put it in here first?"
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.,I don't even dislike Mokujiro for being 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 has this kind of experience, he has been circulating in a relative's house for a while, and it is better to know how to deal with it, it is better to leave her alone, and let her stay by herself is the best, too enthusiasm is 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, the lips were pursed very thinly, as if he was thinking seriously Ono Yoko looked at it for a while, and found that he couldn't take his 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 that he was a high school student, and he must be different from the little boys she knew, which is normal, it must be how rare and strange she is.
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 One Sword Stream, founded by Nakajo Nagahide, whose core proposition is vulgar to say that "the enemy is cut down before the enemy cuts me down", and its one sword refers to killing the enemy with one sword, rather than referring to only one sword, and many of the sub-schools have the technique of fighting with two swords, but there is no such thing as two sword streams, three sword streams, and four sword streams.
Now the most famous Yidaoliu tribe is Beichen Yidaoliu, and its forty-three sets of combo movements are compulsory subjects for the RB police, which is considered official martial arts in a sense.
At the same time, as the first school of swordsmanship, the core spirit of the sword stream has been throughout the development of RB swordsmanship, that is, to quickly cut down the enemy to prevent himself from being cut, which makes RB swordsmanship has always been full of offensiveness 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 if it was defensive in RB swordsmanship, it was for the sake of then slashing 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 a 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 really killing skills, and the goal pursued is really simple and clear." ”: