I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

Chapter 23: Born to Die

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Nishikiyama had experienced many fierce battles in the past few years. He could tell at a glance who was the real expert and who was weak on the inside.

This was the ability he relied on to survive until now—a true survival skill.

The past 20 years had been a time of great development and social unrest in Japan. People from different backgrounds were throwing combustion bombs at the police on the streets, and the yakuza people in the nearby alleys were busy hacking at each other with knives.

Relying on his ability to accurately identify the strong, Nishikiyama escaped from danger time and time again or accurately captured the leader of a gang.

When the young man in front of him recited that incomprehensible poem, he already knew that he was very strong.

However, as the saying went, “mind and skill as one.” It was not enough to have only a strong mind. One had to have sufficient skills and experience. Nishikiyama did not believe that the four subordinates he’d brought would be no match for the young man in front of him.

Even if Bandō was the only one left, he’d believed that his underboss could win.

The yakuza did not only have to be strong in martial arts but also had to protect their reputation.

Kiryuu Kazuma’s younger sister, Chiyoko, did not participate in the fight, so Nishikiyama could only watch.

If he joined the fight, it would not be something glorious even if he won.

If the news got out that the Nishikiyama Family’s underboss Bandō had had to count on his boss to defeat a young assistant coach of a fallen dojo in a 2v1 fight, it would be a disgrace to the entire Nishikiyama Family. Not only that, but the Nishikiyama’s parent family, also the second-tier subsidiary of the Kanto Alliance, the Nabeshima Family, would also face condemnation.

Therefore, Bandō had to defeat Kiryuu Kazuma alone.

If he failed, all the responsibilities of shaming the family would be borne by him alone.

Now, Bandō, who was lying on the ground, could already say goodbye to his pinkie, and, of course, his title as an underboss. The yakuza was a cruel place. Hell awaited those who made mistakes or failed their duty.

It was the case for Bandō, and for Nishikiyama too.

However, Nishikiyama did not think that he would lose.

In terms of determination, Nishikiyama was confident that his willpower was stronger than that of the young man in front of him, Kiryuu Kazuma.

As for kendo skills, Nishikiyama might be slightly weaker, but this could be compensated by his rich experience!

Don’t underestimate the battle experience gained from so many years of street fights!

Nishikiyama Heita stepped forward—

Their bamboo swords collided in the air.

The sound of the collision was so loud that it could make one wonder if one of their bamboo swords had broken.

Nishikiyama continued to step forward. Their figures intertwined, and in an instant, the distance between them widened again.

Nishikiyama was facing away from Kazuma, and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

Although he was hit in the shoulder, Nishikiyama was certain that he had also hit Kazuma.

He quickly turned around, but to his surprise, the young man had already launched his second strike.

In an instant, the bamboo swords collided twice, like two gunshots echoing in the dojo.

Nishikiyama’s right wrist was hit, and it was burning with pain. However, he also left a visible bruise on Kazuma’s shoulder blade.

Based on Nishikiyama’s experience, the youngsters in his Family would have collapsed and wailed from the pain.

However, Kiryuu Kazuma did not wail. He didn’t even look in pain.

There was only a pure desire for victory on Kiryuu Kazuma’s face, as well as anger at the injustice that fell on him.

Nishikiyama was very familiar with this expression. Too familiar. Many years ago, he had stepped into the unreasonable world of the yakuza with the same expression.

He looked at the teenager in front of him as if he was looking at his past self.

Therefore, he could not help but ask, “Have you ever thought about what you are going to do in the future? You attacked the yakuza without a second thought. This will make your life very difficult in the future. In the end, you will have no other choice but to join a yakuza family and become a lackey for them…”

“Huh? Stop joking,” Kazuma replied in a clear voice. “What’s the use of joining the yakuza? Look at yourself. You look powerful, but you’re just a pawn in someone else’s hands!

“You got your hands dirty by doing other people’s dirty business.

“But I’m different from you. I’m going to defeat you here and now! Then, I’ll defeat the other yakuza groups who take over yours. In the end, I’ll make those fat pigs from Sumitomo Construction buy my dojo at the original price!

“I want to use that money as a starting capital and climb up the social ladder!”

Kazuma’s words were powerful and resonant. After he finished speaking, his body seemed to emit an even colder aura.

Nishikiyama laughed out loud.

Similar. It was too similar. He was exactly the same as the fool named Nishikiyama Heita years ago.

In that case, he had to teach him how cruel this society could be.

Nishikiyama retracted his left hand and raised the bamboo sword high with his right hand. At the same time, he took out a switchblade hidden in his trouser pocket with his left hand and gently pressed the button. The blade came out with a whoosh.

Nishikiyama did not like to follow rules to begin with, and his kendo moves were all learned from random people. He had never learned it systematically.

But so what? For street fights, anything could be used as a weapon. That was the way to win!

Nishikiyama Heita roared!

Kiryuu Kazuma shouted, “You’re cheating!”

“If I wanted to cheat, I would have ganged up on you with Bandō!” Nishikiyama shouted back. “Anyway, I only asked you to give me a bamboo sword. I didn’t say I wanted to compete with you in kendo!

“Young man!

“Never believe the justice upheld by the yakuza! Never!”

As he gave his advice, Nishikiyama dashed toward Kazuma.

***

Kiryuu Kazuma knew that something bad was going to happen.

Just a moment ago, Nishikiyama had used pure kendo skills to fight against him, but he was clearly at a disadvantage.

Kazuma was very sure that if things continued like this, he would most likely defeat Nishikiyama.

However, now that his opponent had pulled out a knife, this was no longer a kendo match.

This was a street brawl. Nishikiyama was at Street Brawl 11, which far exceeded Kazuma’s Shinto Style abilities.

As expected, as soon as they resumed the fight, Kazuma suffered a knife cut in his hand. It was neither too deep nor too shallow, but the burning pain pierced at Kazuma’s skull and attacked his willpower.

Chiyoko’s voice came from behind, “Brother! Let me help you!”

Since the other party had broken the rules first by taking out a knife, Chiyoko’s participation that would make this a 2v1 fight would not be against martial ethics.

But Kazuma shouted to stop Chiyoko, “No! This is my war!”

“But!”

“Don’t come over!”

Kazuma interrupted his sister again.

At this moment, his brain was a little hazy from anger and pain, but his thoughts were still clear.

He recalled the words of the criminal investigator on the way back. “As long as you don’t kill, the police will support you.”

As long as he didn’t kill.

Kazuma stared at Nishikiyama.

He made a decision.

“Chiyoko! Stand beside the door! If I die, run away immediately and find the nearest police officer for help!”

“Huh?” Chiyoko was stunned.

Kazuma shouted, “Live on! No matter what, you must live on! Chiyoko!”

As long as there were witnesses, his death would definitely involve the police. The Japanese police also had a witness protection program, so Chiyoko would become the most important source of evidence in this case.

If that really happened, no one would be able to hurt Chiyoko anymore.

As for Kazuma himself…

He was certain that his opponents would not dare to kill him after hearing his words.

He decided to give up his defense against the knife.

This was the only chance to win.

He assumed a Tsuki stance and stepped forward!

He strode toward death, searching for the only chance of survival!

Kazuma had no idea why he, who was born in a peaceful country in his past life and had never done anything heroic, would have such courage and determination.

Was it because of his family connection with Chiyoko?

It did not seem like it. Honestly speaking, he quite liked Chiyoko, but it was not to the point where he was willing to die for her.

So why?

Perhaps everyone had a hero in their hearts who would only wake up in times of need.

When the Japanese invaded China, didn’t they also think that the Chinese were born slaves and would willingly accept their exploitation and oppression?

It was only when they entered that they realized that there was a mountain of knives and a sea of fire formed by tens of thousands of Chinese people.

It was only then that they realized that there were heroes everywhere.

That had to be the case.

The moment he charged forward, Kazuma saw his enemy’s knife.

He was not afraid at all. In any case, he could not stop after making a move. His body was completely under the control of his cheat.

‘Ah, my transmigration life only lasted for less than three weeks.’

‘Actually, it was not bad. I get to become a real hero.’

Then, he heard Chiyoko shouting, “Hand!”

She still followed the kendo rules, shouting the name of the body part that the attacker was aiming for.

The knife flew toward Kazuma, and at the same time, the tip of Kazuma’s bamboo knife hit Nishikiyama’s chest.

Nishikiyama took a few steps back and, surprisingly, he managed to keep his balance.

“You two!”

He roared, “This is against martial ethics!”

Chiyoko shouted back, “Do you know no shame by bringing up martial ethics now?”

Kazuma wanted to yell at Chiyoko to make her move away because, given her standard, she would only become collateral damage in this fight. Their enemy had a knife… Wait, the knife had been knocked off.

Kazuma looked around. The knife had landed at quite some distance away. Besides the bamboo sword in his hand, it seemed that Nishikiyama had nothing else that could be used as a weapon.

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After all, this was an empty dojo.

The terrain was disadvantageous for street fighters!

It was just like how the Zeon Army’s waterproof Gundam suits were powerful in the water, but once they were in space, the Zeon fleet was trampled by Jim RGM-79 GM1!

Not giving his enemies time to find weapons or escape, Kazuma shouted, “Chiyoko, cut the crap. Let’s fight together!”