As soon as Kazuma returned home, he immediately began to wipe the knife.

Ancient knives need frequent maintenance, and those that have been left there for decades without maintenance and are as clean as new are modern stainless steel products.

Kazuma first wiped Murasame, carefully maintained it and put it in the knife room, and then took a deep breath and removed the Bizen Ossune from the knife holder. The text is authentic.

The moment I picked up the knife, the unhappiness in Kazuma burst out.

When people are inadequate in their thoughts, they will not understand where this inadequate feeling comes from, and naturally they don't know how to make the thoughts accessible.

Kazuma didn’t understand. When he drew his sword and rescued Kagawa Kako before, he clearly had the incomparable idea, why now he has to drew his sword to do justice, but I feel so panicked. Feel refreshed.

——Am I a person who sticks to procedural justice?

Kazuma asks itself.

It's not like it, it's better to say that I am the kind of person who doesn't like to stick to the rules. When Kazuma is playing a running game, the most resisting thing is to play the role of the lawful camp.

As long as the goal can be achieved, let it go according to the rules—this is how Kazuma thinks.

Kazuma carefully oiled Bizen Oschin's words while thinking, but couldn't get the answer.

I don't know if I felt his doubts, Bizen Oschin's authentic voice became muddy, as if he had inserted a knife into the mud and stirred.

Tamamo opened the door and entered the dojo, took a futon and sat down quietly across from Kazuma.

Kazuma didn't speak, just wiped the knife quietly.

Yuzao spoke first: "This is the first time I see you hesitate."

"I didn't hesitate." Kazuma said.

"Did something happen?" Tamamo asked.

"It's nothing, it's just a ridicule of ordinary jumping face to face."

"Oh?" Yuzao looked very interested. "As far as I know, you have always been the one who doesn't suffer any loss. It's really rare. What's the matter?"

"Takata was released."

"It was already time for bail, but he saved a bail fee."

Kazuma continued: "He said that if he was sued by civil means, even if he was successfully converted to criminal, it could be delayed for several years. During that time, he would take Nichinan's heart."

Yuzao said decisively: "Impossible. I got a new amulet for Nichinan, a spiritual spell--no, now the mysterious is declining, and it can no longer be called a spell. The spiritual tricks didn't work for her. "

Kazuma: "What about psychology?"

"Do you think it is possible to do that with pure psychology?" Yuzao asked rhetorically.

Kazuma muttered in his heart: I couldn't do it in the world in my previous life, but this world is not necessarily in this life. In this life, this psychology has integrated a part of the mystery content, or put the mystery into the scope of science.

Yuzao: "As for me, in my long life, I often play the role of a listener. I have seen more than once the strong men of mankind get confused and hesitate, but without exception, in the end they all took up the weapons they entrusted with their lives. Resolutely embarked on the journey.

"To be honest, I enjoyed this process. It would be better if my observer could confide in me during this process."

Kazuma glanced at her, didn't answer, lowered his head and continued to maintain his love knife thoughtfully.

Then he heard the sound of shamisen in Kazuma)," and he raised his head again, and glanced at the musical instrument that Tamamo had no idea where it came from in his hand.

Yuzao smiled, did not speak, and continued to fiddle with the strings.

It's a melody I haven't heard of Kazuma.

The melody is very lively, reminiscent of going out in spring and having a picnic by a stream in the suburbs.

The mood of Kazuma gradually became happy under the influence of music.

At this moment, he heard the voices of Amo and Chiyoko coming from the yard.

After hearing the apprentice's calm voice, the mood of Kazuma just became happy suddenly fell.

At this moment, Kazuma finally understood why I couldn't get through my thoughts.

He didn't want to violate Amao's creed.

In the case of Kagawa Kako, the girl in Kazuma might be life-threatening if she didn't do it, so she had to draw a knife. Kazuma had every reason to convince herself.

He even wanted to throw this choice to Amao, to see how he would choose.

Of course, Kazuma didn't tell Amao the truth, he kept telling Amao that he had found evidence before making the move.

But this time, there is no imminent threat to life.

Moreover, to take a step back, the possibility that Nichinan Rika really fell in love with Takata can't be said.

In this case, Kazuma became very resistant to drawing a knife.

Because he didn't want to be an enemy of Amao's creed.

Kazuma sighed long.

He raised his head and found that Yuzao was watching him intently.

"Is there a conclusion?" Yuzao asked softly.

Kazuma: "No, I just know where the crux of the problem is."

Yuzao glanced at the door leading to the yard, and whispered softly, "That's it."

Then her plucking hands suddenly shook, and the style of the melody suddenly changed, becoming like the soundtrack of a classical ghost story.

Kazuma: "Hey, although it's the tail of summer, you don't need such a cool song, right?"

Yuzao: "This is a tune about a pair of brothers who have turned against each other."

"You are too understanding."

"This is my strength." Yuzao smiled.

While talking, Amo and Chiyoko entered the dojo while talking.

"Master, I'm back." Amao respectfully saluted Kazuma.

And Chiyoko yelled: "What is this song, so weird? Old brother's new song? Can this be sold?"

Kazuma waved his hand: "No, I'm afraid Tokyo was still called Edo when this song was born."

Tamamo: "That's wrong, Edo Castle hadn't been established at that time. It was just a small fishing village, surrounded by deserted beaches."

"Is it such an early song?" Kazuma was speechless.

"Yes, I was still in Gion, Kyoto, and I hadn't moved to Tokaido."

Chiyoko said, "Eh", and when she was about to continue to complain, Amao interrupted her.

"Master, I'm ready to entrust the information. When Miss Nichinan comes back and sign, we can start the process."

While talking, he put a thick stack of documents on the low table in front of Kazuma.

Kazuma glanced at the file: "You also found a typist to type out the file?"

In this era, computers and so on are still rare things. If you want to get this kind of formal official documents, you have to find a typist to type it out.

Amao: "I didn't look for it. I work in a garbage recycling company. There are office buildings nearby, and people often entrust typewriters to be recycled. I greeted the master who took me and took down some intact parts and saved myself. A typewriter."

Kazuma mouth opened into an o shape: "You saved a typewriter?"

"Yeah, it's actually not very complicated. I will save it soon. I was planning to save a motorcycle by myself, but the difficulty seems a bit high."

"To be on the safe side, let me confirm," Kazuma said seriously, "you save the typewriter that can't kill people, right?"

Amao blinked: "If you kill... you will die if you take turns and hit your head."

Chiyoko: "Did you know my brother the first day? The typewriter he said was a Chicago typewriter. Didn't we go to see the past two days in the United States together? That's the submachine gun in there."

Kazuma: "You also went to see the past in America?"

"Look! But I fell asleep in the second half." Chiyoko replied.

Kazuma is even more shocking: "Do you fall asleep watching the past in America? Such a great and artistic film!"

Chiyoko: "The second half is very boring, besides, Amo slept more dead than me."

Kazuma stared at his apprentice: "Isn't it?"

"Once Upon a Time in America" ​​is Kazuma's third favorite American movie.

Amao smiled embarrassedly: "It's too long. It's four hours. The part where they hit the world in the front was very enjoyable, but after a few brothers died and only one "noodle" was left, I fell asleep in the back. NS."

Kazuma: "How can this be? The latter part of catching up, the kind of helplessness in the face of the vicissitudes of time passing by, and knowing the best brothers and knowing each other, is the essence of the movie!"

Tamamo looked suspiciously at Kazuma: "Have you finished watching? When did you go to see it? That's a four-hour long film, right? Now you have time to watch it?"

Kazuma: "The original English version I saw with the Anye gang last year is not this year's "Blowing" (meaning dubbing) version."

Yuzao looked suspicious, but said nothing.

Chiyoko: "Ah, I remember. I remember that in the second half of the movie, the protagonist and his childhood goddess met again, and the goddess married a high-ranking official. It was surreal."

Kazuma: "Yes, but the high-ranking official is actually his brother at the time. By betraying a few of their brothers, he gained the capital to enter the political world."

Chiyoko: "Eh, this way, I didn't see it! Alas, at first they secretly watched the heroine practicing ballet in the basement. It felt great. I thought the protagonist would have a lingering love with the heroine. ."

Kazuma: "A love that cannot be realized has an imperfect sense of beauty."

Chiyoko looked at Amo: "Did you hear what your master said?"

Amao: "Let's talk about this file. Master, look at the typewriter I made. Isn't it okay?"

Chiyoko curled his lips and looked upset.

Kazuma put down the original Bizen Longfune, which was only half-maintained, and picked up the stack of papers that Amo put on the table.

The writing is very clear, and it doesn't look like a typewriter's work from scrapped typewriter parts.

Amao said by the side: "Unfortunately, the ink must be new. I want to mix the ink by myself, but I always get the wrong formula and the wrong color."

Kazuma: "Nonsense, if ordinary people can get the recipe casually, then the consortium doesn't need to mix it up."

Chiyoko interrupted and said, "The house that Amao rented, I tell you, makes it look like a small factory."

Amao: "What you said is wrong. It's not like a factory, but the building of a small factory that went bankrupt and closed down."

Kazuma: "That kind of place is more expensive than ordinary apartments, right?"

"No, the location is very poor. There are a lot of mosquitoes in the summer. Most people don't rent a place like that. After the landlord confirmed that I would not open a factory, he rented it to me at a very low price."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and continued to look at the document-suddenly, he remembered something: "No, you are a Japanese document. Japanese mechanical typewriters are cumbersome and heavy, right?"

Amao nodded: "Yes, the movable type typewriter is very big. I removed every movable type from the old machine, and it took a long time to collect a set."

Kazuma is staggering.

Typing such a document with a movable type machine is a technical task, and it can only be done by specially trained typists.

A Mao produced the typed version of this document in just one day, showing that he has mastered the technique of using movable typewriters.

Kazuma: "You, why do you learn this useless technique? Give some money to find a typist?"

"Looking for a typist every time. This is very expensive. If you type by yourself, you can save a lot."

Kazuma sighed: "However, movable typewriter and its use method are things that will soon be eliminated. Electronic phototypesetting technology has been widely used. Soon personal computers will become popular on a large scale, and your technology will be useless. NS."

Amao smiled: "How is it possible that personal computers are so expensive, much more expensive than Nintendo's FC. How can that kind of thing be popularized on a large scale."

Kazuma shook his head: "You, underestimated technological progress. Not only personal computers will quickly become popular~lightnovelpub.net~mobile phones too."

A Mao was about to speak, suddenly turned his head and glanced at Chiyoko.

Kazuma has long noticed that Chiyoko pinched Amo's thigh under the table.

It is estimated that Amao will not be allowed to argue with Kazuma.

Amao smiled: "Then I am looking forward to this future. But before it becomes popular, I can use this first, so I can save a little bit."

Kazuma can only nod.

He looked at Amao, his heart suddenly moved slightly, so he said: "Amao, if one day, if you meet a criminal who cannot be punished by law, he is going to commit a crime triumphantly, what do you do?"

Amao said solemnly: "If you don't violate the law, you can't be called a criminal."

"I know. I mean, laws are made by people, and things made by people are bound to have flaws. How do you deal with criminals who cannot be punished by law for the time being?"

Amao: "Promote the progress of the law, urge the promulgation of new laws, and then sanction him."

Kazuma: "Then what if the retrospective period is going to pass?"

"After the retrospective period, it can only be done by him. But I will keep an eye on him so that he can't commit the offence again. If he commits the offence again, I will definitely bring him to justice."

Kazuma: "If you commit a crime again, there will be new victims, and good people will die."

"I will stop the crime. If it can't be stopped, I will discipline the criminal and make him pay the price."

Kazuma: "Then what if you can kill offenders in advance and prevent crimes from happening?"

"If you have criminal intent, you can just defend yourself." Amao said puzzledly. "What are you talking about, Master?"

Kazuma curled his lips.

The attempt to communicate temporarily failed.

Can only wait for the next time to try again.

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