I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

While Serabelle was loudly complaining in her heart, her eyes inadvertently fell on the samurai sword held in the right hand of the beautiful woman in kimono, and then she let out a soft "hmm" in her heart.

If he didn't miss it, Hattori Shizuka's knife-holding posture had not changed from the moment she was stopped until now.

And the samurai sword in Hattori Shizuka's hand...the back of the blade is facing forward.

That is to say, except for the first blow in the battle where the blades were facing each other, all the subsequent attacks by Hattori Shizuka were launched with the back of the blade.

No wonder we have to wait until all the braziers are extinguished before we start.

Not to blur the vision, but to hide the fact that he was fighting with the back of a knife.

"You shouldn't be so excited about seeing prey. If you really want to compete, you can go back to your dojo and compete normally with bamboo swords!"

Hattori Heiji was so angry at his mother who was obsessed with swords that he could not bear it, but he had no other choice but to silently overturn the coffee table in his heart.

Hattori Shizuka smiled and did not argue with her son. She turned her gaze to Serabelle who was resting with her sword in one hand, and bowed slightly as usual in her Yamato Nadeshiko mode.

"It seems that this is the end of the matter. I hope that we can compete in perfect condition next time."

"Next time..."

Hattori Heiji held his forehead and was speechless.

Until then, Iori Muga, who had not received any signal from his own young lady but heard people chatting in the temple, finally arrived with his men. Seeing the corpses of samurai all over the ground and Miss Momiji who was safe and sound, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Looks like everything has been resolved...

So he picked up the walkie-talkie.

"It's been resolved, let's pack up."

"Got it! But all members of Group F fainted, and it is currently confirmed that they are not in danger of death..."

what?

Iori Muga was shocked.

……

The matter of Gyokuryuji Temple came to an end, and the corpses of the samurai scattered on the ground were handed over to the local police in Kyoto to deal with.

At least for Serabelle and Hattori Heiji, their actions in Yulong Temple were pure self-defense and they did not need to bear any legal responsibility.

Although the Buddha statue was not found in the end, it was just a matter of making one more trip later, and there was no need to rush to dig deep into the ground to find it overnight.

Then the scene switches from Kyoto to Osaka, to the Hattori household.

Since he was injured and couldn't touch water, Hattori Heiji just wiped his body when he got home and considered himself clean.

When he came out of the bathroom shirtless, he saw his mother in the quiet living room, still wearing the same kimono, sitting at the dining table in a kendo posture, her back straight and her eyes closed as if she was resting.

Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes and said, "Mom, I'm fine now. Go take a shower and be gentle when you go upstairs. Dad and I are both asleep."

"Yeah, I got it, let's go."

Hattori Shizuka slowly opened her eyes and smiled at her son, with an emotion in her eyes that Hattori Heiji could not understand.

Illusion...

Hattori Heiji didn't think much about it, turned around and went straight upstairs. When passing by the study with a closed door next to the master bedroom, he consciously slowed down his footsteps, and then turned into the second bedroom on the other side.

It was not until she heard the door of her son's room closed that Shizuka Hattori slowly got up from the dining table in the living room on the first floor, stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower switch.

The sound of dripping water immediately filled the entire bathroom.

As the water sounded, Hattori Shizuka took off her kimono piece by piece until she was completely naked.

She looked at her own white and mature body in the mirror in front of the bathroom sink, closed her eyes and recalled the fierce battle before, her fingers moving down along her flat abdomen little by little.

The moment her fingertips touched the cardamom, the beautiful woman let out a soft murmur from between her lips.

"Um... um..."

It's like the long-lost clear mountain spring that moistens the long-dried riverbed.

Then the sound of water in the bathroom became more and more chaotic.

Chapter 435 Conan: Stop, that's not a yukata at all!

Due to what happened in Gyokuryuji Temple, the originally planned three-day trip to Osaka was forcibly extended and split into one day in Osaka and three days in Kyoto.

Time passed quickly and it was already the fourth day, 10:45 in the morning.

On the mountain path of Mount Kurama, the three people who had come to Kyoto early in the morning for the Buddha statue were walking down the thousand-story steps one by one. The dazzling sunlight of the winter morning shone through the gaps in the leaves and fell in spots over their heads.

Hattori Heiji was still wearing a baseball cap with his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant. He walked on the far left and glanced at the two people beside him.

"Yeah, so you guys are planning to go back to Tokyo today, right?"

"more or less."

Conan covered his mouth and yawned loudly, and due to the excessive force, a little crystal came out of the corner of his eyes.

"Actually, if we really want to talk, it doesn't matter if we play for a few more days, but Xiaolan said that now that the Buddha statue has been found, Uncle Maori's work is finished, so it's a good time for us to go back together."

"Where's the ticket? Have you bought it?"

"Well, it's about the same time as the last time you came to Tokyo and left. Basically, you left right after dinner."

"Oh."

Hattori Heiji didn't say much, just responded and then raised his chin.

"But time is really tight in this case, and even if I take the Shinkansen back to Osaka now, it will be almost twelve o'clock. Why not just have lunch in Kyoto, and then in the afternoon..."

"what?"

Conan's sudden questioning voice interrupted the former's words.

Hattori Heiji also turned his head and blinked strangely.

"What? What happened?"

"Ah no, nothing..." Conan waved his hands quickly, "I thought you, the iron-blooded Osaka warrior wolf, would shout 'Since we are in Kansai, we must try Osaka cuisine', and then force us to go back to Osaka. Even if we have to wait in line until 2pm and are starving, we will still show off 10 kilograms of Okonomiyaki."

"How is this possible? When have I ever done such a thing?"

Hattori Heiji was very upset, thinking that this was a blatant slander.

"Besides, Kyoto and Osaka are only 50 kilometers apart at most. Since the development of modern transportation, they have maintained a high-intensity trade relationship. Basically, what you can eat in Osaka can also be eaten in Kyoto."

Oh, I see.

Serabelle thought.

But at the end, Hattori Heiji added another sentence.

"Of course, if you want to eat it authentically, you have to eat it in Osaka!"

"..."

Fine.

As we were talking, the mountain road had come to an end. In the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, two motorcycles with rental signs printed on them were parked quietly side by side.

……

Time flies and it is afternoon.

The three of them had lunch at a restaurant that, according to Hattori Heiji himself, served "the closest thing to authentic Osaka food in Kyoto."

However, both Serabelle and Conan knew that what this guy called authentic was nothing more than the best one that retained the local characteristics.

After all, there are differences between regions. If you are purely concerned about authenticity, let alone multinational cuisine, even if it is from another province, there will be a lot of people who can't get used to it.

Therefore, it must not only be authentic, but also delicious. At the very least, it should not bring discredit to the local cuisine.

In short, the three of them finally came out of the restaurant holding their stomachs and burping.

Standing on the street in Kyoto, Hattori Heiji looked up at the sun which was slightly moving westward in the sky, and then turned his gaze to the two people beside him.

"By the way, I didn't finish asking you on the mountain before. What are your plans for the afternoon?"

"I don't have any plans." Conan's answer was very disappointing.

"I have one more thing to ask," Serabelle said. "I promised to give Miss Tsuna a new yukata as compensation. Since I still have time in the afternoon, I want to find a better yukata shop to check out."

"A better yukata shop..."

Hattori Heiji pinched his fingers and thought for about ten seconds, then suddenly clenched his fist and hit his palm.

"Oh, I remember now. I think I actually found such a restaurant when I was traveling around Kyoto before! And it's not far from here. Come with me, we can walk straight over here!"

So the two of them believed the former's lies and finally arrived at their destination after half an hour of high-intensity hiking.

It was a clothing store that looked quite ordinary from the outside.

In fact, the location of the clothing store was not particularly far from where they had lunch.

But the problem was that Hattori Heiji was so confident that he didn't even look at the navigation system and led the two of them down two wrong streets in a row. It was not until the third time that Conan couldn't stand it anymore and forced him to ask for the name of the store and finally found it with the help of the navigation system.

And according to the introduction attached to the navigation, this clothing store has a history of nearly two hundred years.

It is a genuine century-old brand.

"Well, this is it anyway."

Outside the store, Hattori Heiji jokingly patted Conan, who was putting away his phone with a sullen face, to signal him not to be angry, and then he took the lead, pushed open the door and walked in.

To be honest, although it is a century-old brand, there is nothing special about the decoration inside and outside the store.

There is no melodious music that pretends to be elegant, nor are there any overly gorgeous and dazzling lighting display cabinets.

There was only a faint scent of fabric in the air and sets of bathrobes hanging on old-fashioned hangers.

The store is run by a white-haired old lady wearing reading glasses, who sits at the innermost side of the store. The cash register in front of her is made from a sewing machine, which adds the function of a cash register while retaining the function of the sewing machine.

Hearing the sound of the store door opening and closing, the old lady raised her reading glasses to take a look.

"Buying clothes?"

"I want to buy one for a friend." Serabell answered truthfully.

"Then take a look at whatever you like. Tell me which one you like."

"it is good."

Serabelle didn't hesitate to go shopping in the store.

Conan was also watching, smacking his lips as he watched.

I have to say that this store is worthy of being a century-old brand. The workmanship and materials are indeed good, but the prices are also really expensive.

Normally speaking, a cheap yukata can be bought for a few thousand yuan, and an ordinary one is around 20,000 to 50,000 yuan. However, the yukatas in this store start at 50,000 yuan, and the more expensive ones even cost hundreds of thousands.

Serabelle doesn't understand yukata. As a genuine old Londoner, he can't even tell the difference between Japanese and Chinese ancient costumes.

So he simply gave up on considering the workmanship and materials. Besides, the styles of yukatas are all similar, so he just looked at the price.

Since Hattori Heiji said that a yukata for a young lady like Ooka Momiji would cost at least hundreds of thousands or even millions, he would just go with the expensive one.

Ignore all those that cost tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Those that cost hundreds of thousands are a bit shabby, so skip them and go straight to the ones that cost millions. Pick the color, too. At least it shouldn’t look too gray or dull…

Huh?

Conan was originally picking out yukatas with Serabelle, but as they were picking, he suddenly realized... where were the people?

Turning around, I saw that the person had already gone to the other side of the store, and was looking up at the yukata in front of him, which was "more complicated in style than those that cost tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but still quite good-looking," with a look of deep thought on his face.

"Wait, that's not a yukata, that's..."

Conan's eyes widened and he stretched out his hand to stop him, but it was too late.

Serabelle reached out and took off the "bathrobe", then turned and walked to the cashier counter.

"Boss, I want this suit."

Chapter 436: This is a proposal in Japan

The scene changes, and Ooka's house seems particularly quiet in the afternoon.

Walking all the way inside from the main gate, the bodyguards who were patrolling back and forth in their respective areas in the morning were now as if they were under a spell. They all stood still at their respective posts, their bodies as straight as javelins, motionless like statues, monitoring every corner of the area from a fixed and just right angle.