"Okay, okay! Now that everything is clear, let's go back to the banquet!" After all, such a good thing happened, how can we not celebrate it?

Finally, Chiyoko came back to her senses and clapped her hands to greet everyone, pulling back the slightly off-beat rhythm of the banquet. "Ah, that's not good. The story my brother told is so fascinating that many of the dishes are cold. I'll heat it up... Qingliu, why don't you play a song first to cheer everyone up?"

"Why do I have to do this kind of thing?" Qingliu rolled her eyes in response, and got up to get her guitar.

In the next half a quarter of an hour, Chiyoko quickly reheated the cold dishes and served them on the table, and Qingliu also picked up the guitar and played a tune that fit the current atmosphere.

In the melodious song, Honami poured wine for Kazuma, while Tamamo watched the cherry blossom trees and beat the time. There was a cheerful atmosphere in the dojo, and Seiryu, who was humming and playing the guitar, asked as if thinking of it.

"Speaking of which, how long will it take for the rain to recover from the break?"

"Well, Chang Andi has special blessings for monsters. I think I should be able to recover after staying in the dojo for about a week." Yuzao chewed on the fried mountain branches, and gave the answer that was quite expected.

"So fast? Wait, if this is the case, will you be able to cast spells without restriction in the future? It seems like just now." Kazuma confirmed.

"It's okay if it's only in the dojo. It's still the same when you leave the dojo. At most, it's easier to recover the demon power." Yuzao replied with squinted eyes.

"That's already very powerful." Kazuma nodded.

The great demon fox that has existed since the age of mythology has no way of guessing how many unimaginable spells it has mastered. In the past, it was difficult to replenish due to the consumption of demon power, so it could only provide minimal help.

Now that there is a constant dark land that can replenish demon power at any time, the support level will of course be improved by leaps and bounds.

"Does it feel like you have found a big backer?" Yuzao asked with a smile as if he could see through his mind.

"That's right, that's the big backer." Kazuma picked up a piece of fried potato and threw it into his mouth, then nodded seriously.

Although everyone focused on the Duanshi Qingyu and the Ksitigarbha before, the most noteworthy thing in the actual trip to Chang'an Great Lake was the mutated serum produced by Fuji Technology.

That thing turned Jia Zuo, a weak scholar, into an invulnerable ghost. If it could be mass-produced, it would be called a biochemical nuclear bomb. If it was bigger, it would even be enough to change the current geopolitical structure of the world!

It is indeed beyond the expectation of Kazuma that Fuji Technology has come up with such an exaggerated battle without any notice.

Like this time when the catfish spirit was robbed by a bird in a cage, the mysterious side will definitely be indispensable in the future confrontation with Fuji Technology. In this case, there is a big demon fox at home as a trump card, which should be said to be quite reassuring.

"...I think so. The world is changing so fast that even I didn't expect science and mystery to come together." Tamamo shook her head, with a slightly lonely expression on her face. But before Kazuma had time to speak, Fox threw the topic to Honami next to him.

"By the way, you haven't talked much since just now, Honami. What are you thinking?"

"...I have some regrets." Honami held the burner, looking a little gloomy.

"Regret, choose to go into politics?" Yuzao said as if she knew the answer.

"Yeah, I didn't expect so many things to happen around Kazuma when I was entangled in boring government affairs and didn't come to the dojo... And I couldn't hear about it as an outsider until after the fact. ..." Honami drank the shochu sullenly, looked at Qingliu who was holding the guitar over there, and exhaled a faint smell of alcohol, "Qingliu, I really envy you."

"Well, second." Yuzao added with a smile.

"Huh? Huh? Huh?" In terms of appearance and family background, Honami and Tamamo should be the top two in the Kiryu Dojo without a doubt. Such two people actually uttered words of sincere envy to the bottom of themselves, making Qingliu Immediately at a loss.

"Umm, because I'm free, I was able to follow Kazuma, and I didn't know that I would encounter these things... And speaking of it, wasn't it you, Tamamo, who asked me to go?"

"Even so, those who should be envious will still be envious, right?" Tamamo asked Honami for confirmation with a smile. After seeing Honami nodding in agreement, Haruu became even more flustered. Fortunately, Kazuma came to the rescue in time.

"Okay, okay, don't tease Qingliu. After all, Qingliu is more used to that kind of occasion, and you all have your own things to be busy, so there is nothing you can do if you miss it?"

"Tch, are you starting to protect Qingliu now? Sure enough, after forming a team and killing monsters together, the relationship is different." The fox pouted and covered his face pretending to be sad, "Honami, we will probably be beaten into Leng Gong? Let's support each other to keep warm from now on..."

"No, I think Kazuma actually makes sense." Nanjo shook his head unexpectedly.

"Defending the homeland has been a man's duty since ancient times. If a man fights bravely in front of the enemy, a woman should silently guard the man's back in the rear. Qinglu is enough, we don't have to follow Kazuma action."

"Huh? Honami-san's views are unexpectedly conservative? She's clearly a female parliamentarian in the new era." Chiyoko was surprised.

"After all, I have been educated like this since I was a child, and I think it is true after watching Kazuma..." Nanjo exhaled, and then put on a respectful posture as if he was calming down, and bowed his head to Kazuma from a distance. .

Kazuma)... No, Sensei. Thanks to Sensei, today I heard a lot of things that I have never heard of. It opened my eyes. Please allow me to express my gratitude."

Kazuma felt that Nanjo had something to say behind him, so he held his glass of wine and did not answer.

"Whether it's the curse of Mieko Oshiba, the brainwashing crimes of Hyuga Corporation, or the ghost serum of Fuji Technology, these are things that are contrary to the common sense of the world. Even if you tell others, no one will believe it." Nanjo looked at Kazuma with a straight posture, and talked about it.

"That is to say, what you have done, Master, cannot be brought to the table. No matter how much you pay in the future, no matter how much you bleed and get injured, no one will know you or thank you...Even so, you still have to Do you want to keep going?"

Honami's dignified voice resounded in the dojo, and that powerful tone could not be fooled or confused at all. Not only Kazuma who was questioned was slightly stunned, but even the rest of the people turned their attention to Kazuma as if they were attracted.

Kazuma scratched his cheek and felt a little nerve-wracking.

At this time, it is quite boring to just shout the slogan of justice, and he can't show the entry to Honami and the others, so how can he convey his mood? Kazuma was tangled for a while, and then his eyes fell on the guitar that Qingliu was holding, and then he suddenly had an idea.

"...I've heard a song before, which fits the atmosphere quite well. I'll show you a performance." (Kazuma) smiled slightly, turning his head to look at the corner of the dojo. "Chiyoko, go and help me get Masamune."

"Huh? Brother, you can sing as long as you sing, why do you need a knife?" Chiyoko complained, but ran over and brought Masamune over.

Kazuma took over Masamune, stroking the blade of the sword with his hand as if brewing.

Everyone's eyes lit up one after another, and eager anticipation appeared on their faces. Kazuma is well-known for its musical talent, and it is often an improvisation that ignores music theory when it comes to feeling. Almost every time, it can produce a well-known masterpiece, but I don't know what kind of song will be produced this time ?

Under everyone's attention, Kazuma caressed Masamune and closed his eyes for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes, and drew his sword out of its sheath with a low shout.

The cold light of the blade was shining, Kazuma without saying a word, an awe-inspiring atmosphere quietly diffused, and then with a flick of a finger, Yuzao next to him handed over the wine cup as if he was ready. Kazuma raised his head and drank the shochu, then took advantage of the situation and stood up.

"My husband lives in the world and makes a name for himself..."

The phrase "husband lives in the world" brings up the rhythm, and Kazuma holds an authentic sword and walks slowly in the dojo, walking and dancing, dancing and singing.

"Make meritorious deeds, comfort your life..."

"Comfort me, I will be drunk..."

"I will be drunk and chant like crazy..."

The short tone of seven characters and one beat, accompanied by a deep male voice echoed in the dojo. Sometimes generous, sometimes wild, sometimes melodious, sometimes passionate.

The authentic blade reflects the dim light, and draws mottled and staggered afterimages in the deep sky, like the spring and autumn of lofty sentiments, and like the clang of a golden weapon and an iron horse.

A majestic, masculine and majestic atmosphere enveloped the dojo, and all the women watched Kazuma dancing with swords and singing with fascination, and even Qingliu, who wanted to memorize the rhythm, couldn't make a sound.

I don't know how long it took, but the singing gradually stopped.

Singing Kazuma happily, sheathed the knife slowly, returned to the table and sat down again, and it was only then that the girls woke up and let out a wow sigh.

"Wow! Brother, do you know? You actually sang Nobunaga's 'Fifty Years in the World' in this song!"

Chiyoko was amazed. Oda Nobunaga was the hero who almost unified Japan during the Warring States Period, and he might also be the most famous Japanese celebrity in the world.

"Fifty years in the world" is a desperate poem written by him when he was betrayed and failed, and the poem also has a sense of heroism and freedom. Of course, strictly speaking, there is still a difference from singing Kazuma, but for Chiyoko who doesn't know much about history, this is already the highest level of praise.

"It's not a rock style or a pop style... How should I put it, it's completely different from the previous songs. Compared with the tone and rhythm, it's driven by momentum...Wow, no, no, the momentum of this song is not ordinary at all. People can hold it back..." Qingliu bit her lip, shook her head again and again, and looked at Kazuma in amazement, "To be honest, this is beyond the scope of so-called talent, I... I can't even find the words Describe the feeling..."

"It's spirit." Honami added for Haruyuki. At this moment, Qianjin Nanjo was sitting upright, her eyes sparkling, she spoke firmly. "This song was written with the spirit of Kazuma. Without the spirit of a hero, such a song cannot be made."

"It's too exaggerated, it's just a matter of whim."

Kazuma smiled and waved his hands, exhaling quietly.

This song is the world before Kazuma traveled, an episode of the old version of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". I found the original tape and listened to it hundreds of times. It can be said that the tone has been engraved into the soul. Taking advantage of the situation to perform at this time, the evaluation received was unexpectedly high.

The original lyrics are of course in Chinese, but Kazuma has been changed to Japanese during the performance. When he first time traveled, his Japanese was unreliable, but now he is a student at the University of Tokyo, and translation at this level is no longer a problem.

"... Is there a problem?" Tamamo who was listening quietly interrupted suddenly. "The meaning of this song is that a man must make contributions to live up to his life? Is it the same as what Honami asked... Or, in Kazuma, are you planning to pursue the fame of a hero? Or something else? "

"Pursuing fame..." Kazuma swallowed a sip of shochu, and picked up a bunch of fried things as a joke. "If you want to say, this is my fame."

"Fried shiitake?" Tamamo rolled her eyes, but Kazuma shifted her gaze to Chiyoko's direction.

"Hey, Chiyoko, you bought these dishes in the shopping street, right? Those uncles and aunts seem to have given you a lot of money?"

"Huh? Ah yes. Really, our family's wallet is no longer so tight, but everyone keeps stuffing me..." Chiyoko complained in a tone of confusion and happiness.

"Qingliu, your guitar was sent to the Earth House for adjustment a while ago, and the old man complained a lot, right?" Kazuma looked at Qingliu with a smile.

"...It doesn't matter, I'm used to it anyway. Oh, yes, the uncle also asked about you, asking if it would be wasteful to repair the guitar when you become a police department... Show your face if you have time!" Qingliu dug her ear with one finger , trying to put on a nonchalant look.

"Well, after I've been busy for a while, I'll go to the Earth House with you to play." Kazuma promised, and then turned his eyes back to the fox at home~lightnovelpub.net~ I saw Yuzao frowning, as if from Kazuma caught something in the question-and-answer with Chiyoko and Haruyuu, but he didn't seem too sure.

"So, the fame you mentioned in Kazuma is actually..."

"Ah, the shopping street, the earth house, and the lights of thousands of houses in Tokyo... These are my fame." Kazuma smiled slightly, raised his glass and drank it down.

The drained wine glass fell on the table and made a refreshing sound, but the girls fell silent with expressions similar to astonishment.

This is an answer that no one expected, or in other words, no one expected that the answer to Kazuma would appear in such a poetic yet resolute form.

In front of their eyes, under the cherry blossom trees blowing in the wind, the self-contained man showed a childlike happy expression, as if the previous words were not a deliberate shock announcement, but just a natural expression of sincerity—of course, that's the truth.

Tamazao and Nanjo, Haruyuki and Chiyoko, looking at each other, collectively refreshed their evaluation of the man in front of them in the intersecting gazes—towards a higher level, and also confirmed a certain undefined consensus.