I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Oh, yes."

Hattori Shizuka looked quite normal, with her white hands tucked into the wide sleeves of her kimono. She turned around and glanced at the empty room behind her.

"I wanted to go back to my hometown after saying goodbye to you yesterday, but when I got back I found that the whole dojo was covered in dust and uninhabitable because it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. I spent most of the day yesterday and barely cleaned one-third of it. And because it was too late, there was no high-speed train to go back, so I had to stay here for now."

It turned out to be like this...

After more than ten years of living together with his mother since he was born, Hattori Heiji immediately understood what his mother meant.

But He Ye behind him didn't understand at all.

"Hometown? What do you mean? Aren't my uncle and my mother from Osaka?"

"No, no, no, she's not. She's just a fake Osaka person!"

As soon as the Osaka girl finished her words, Hattori Heiji turned around and quickly waved his hand to deny it.

"My mother's ancestral home is in Kyoto, but she moved to Osaka after marrying my father, and her accent changed to that of Osaka."

"Is there such a thing?" He Ye was very surprised.

After all, she and Hattori Heiji have known each other since childhood for nearly ten years, but she has never heard of... such a thing!

Hattori Shizuka, whose identity was exposed, smiled softly helplessly.

"Well, if you must say it, it is true."

However, Hattori Heiji didn't buy her trick at all, and looked suspicious with his eyes rolled up.

"So what happened? Did Dad have a fight with you?"

"How can it be……"

Hattori Shizuka frowned slightly, obviously disappointed with her son's distrust.

"Let's not talk about whether he will quarrel with me or not. He doesn't have the time. He usually doesn't get off work until 12 o'clock, and has to go out early the next morning. For example, the Nichimei TV building exploded yesterday. I guess he won't be back for at least a week."

Oh, that's right.

When talking about how busy his father is, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but grin.

Behind him, Kazuha covered his mouth and leaned forward to ask quietly: "Heiji, do you want to be a policeman in the future?"

"No, not at all..."

A big drop of cold sweat slid down the back of Hattori Heiji's head.

Although he is willing to devote himself to justice for the sake of social stability, he should forget about working overtime all year round. Many roads lead to Rome, and there is no need to take this one.

You know, the hardest working hours for most ordinary workers are 996, but his father's is 1167!

He will definitely die young!

So duck eggs, oysters, dis.

On this side, Hattori Heiji was still sighing in his heart that there was indeed no easy way in the adult world, while on the other side, Hattori Shizuka cast her gaze at the other people behind him.

"Ah, isn't Sera-kun here today? Has he been asked out by the eldest lady of the Ooka family again?"

"That's not true..."

Hattori Heiji subconsciously turned his gaze towards Xiaolan's room, where the door was open.

By the way, didn’t this guy stay in there for a little too long?

"But mom, what did you do with him? Yesterday too?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious."

Hattori Shizuka showed a smile full of wife power.

"I just want you two young and strong guys to come with me to clean the dojo. After cleaning yesterday, I found that it was too strenuous for one person. If two more come, we should be able to finish it within today."

"Ah, if that's the case, then go find him, I'm definitely not free today!"

Somehow, Hattori Heiji, who was very interested in his mother's purpose in the last second, immediately changed his tone to avoid the question when he heard that it was to clean the dojo.

"Why?" Hattori Shizuka was puzzled.

"Of course I have something to do!"

Hattori Heiji was like a dog whose torso was grabbed and about to be lifted off the ground, with resistance written all over his body.

"Conan and I have been investigating the explosion that happened yesterday for half an afternoon and one night, and we have made great progress. We must strike while the iron is hot!"

"is it?"

The beautiful woman in kimono was very surprised.

Although the quality of Japanese police officers varies greatly, with some experts being as good as some average ones, the person who can become the chief of the Osaka headquarters cannot be a fool with no reasoning ability.

Even your father is still at the stage where he dares not claim victory, but you have made great progress here. Does that mean that your son will be able to take over your job soon?

"Well, that's basically it!"

Hattori Heiji used three vague words in a row to summarize the past, then he quickly turned his head to look inside Xiaolan's room and raised his voice outside the door.

"Sera~Are you okay? Come out quickly, come out! My mom is looking for you!"

"coming……"

A familiar calm voice came from the side of the room, and then Serabelle appeared at the corner of the entrance and walked out, followed by Xiaolan who was holding the wall with one hand.

"What happened?"

"Ahem, it's like this, I have an important task for you."

Hattori Heiji coughed lightly, put his hands on the boy's shoulders, and spoke in a solemn and entrusting tone.

"You don't have anything to do anyway. My mom wants you to help clean up the dojo with her today. Don't worry, it's pretty easy and not too tiring."

"If you're not tired, why don't you go..."

"Because I have other work to do. Someone has to find out the truth about the explosion!"

Hattori Heiji gave a thumbs up seriously.

“Great job!”

Even English popped out.

ummm

Serabelle instinctively felt that this guy was not telling the truth, but at the moment he really had no good excuse to refuse.

He couldn't just say that he wanted to stay with Xiaolan today, and then just explode...

There was no choice but to agree.

"All right……"

"Thank you so much. From now on you will be my half-brother. I will treat you to a meal when you come back!"

Hattori Heiji spoke all these words at the speed of a god, as if he was afraid that Serabelle would go back on her word. He quickly grabbed Conan from beside him and ran towards the elevator at great speed.

"Come on, Kudo, let's go investigate the case!"

Hey, are you too lazy to even pretend to be called that?

Serabelle was stunned.

Seeing his childhood sweetheart's reaction, He Ye also lowered his head and glanced down.

——In her hand, she was holding the breakfast she had packed for Meimoto Mirai.

So the Osaka girl cleverly took advantage of the situation and pulled up Masumi Sera who hadn't reacted yet.

"Okay, we have to go now. We still have to deliver breakfast to Mirai."

"Oh oh..."

The completely confused girl with tiger teeth was dragged away.

There were only three people left at the door of the room where a large group of people had originally gathered.

Hattori Shizuka glanced meaningfully at Xiaolan who was leaning against the wall at the entrance, then retracted her gaze and looked back at the boy in front of her with a hint of smile.

"Don't worry, it's just some simple housework. A young and strong guy like Sera-kun will definitely be able to do it."

"..."

Chapter 572 I'll Tell You If I Win

Kendo dojo.

This was the second dojo that Serabelle had seen in person since coming to Japan.

By the way, the first one is the one in Hattori Heiji's house.

However, compared with the one in front of him, the one in Hattori Heiji's house cannot be said to be of different magnitude, it can only be said that they are not the same thing at all.

Although the dojo that was seen at Hattori Heiji's house in Osaka was also a dojo, it was obvious that it was a private dojo used by the family.

However, just a glance at the Serabel in front of us can vaguely imagine what it looked like in its heyday.

It must be a place with white walls and green tiles under the scorching sun. Hundreds of outer disciples were lined up neatly on the open-air training ground outside the side of the dojo, swinging bamboo swords repeatedly in unison, and the sound of training was deafening.

In the dojo, new disciples fight each other, their senior brothers judge the winners, and the master watches and gives instructions.

As for the location of the dojo, it is located at...well, actually Serabelle doesn't know where it is.

After all, you can't expect someone who can't even recognize the complete map of Tokyo to accurately name every street and alley in Kyoto.

But in terms of the overall terrain, it is not far from the Yulong Temple ruins they found last time they came here.

Translated into common language, it means that it is located in the main urban area of ​​Kyoto.

And to have such a magnificent dojo in Kyoto, emmm...

"I never knew Aunt Jinghua's family was so... wealthy?"

After passing through the outer gate, Serabel felt more clearly the former glory of this dojo. He carefully chose a wording that he thought was reasonable.

"Not exactly rich."

Hattori Shizuka closed the wooden doors that were open to the street at the back, and couldn't help laughing when she passed by the young man.

"This was actually the dojo of my father's master. My master's ancestors were a famous samurai family in the Edo period, and the dojo was also passed down from them. However, since my master had no descendants, he passed the dojo to my father, and then my father passed it to me."

"Otherwise, given the concepts of that era, how could anyone send their daughter to learn kendo?"

Hattori Shizuka stopped, turned her head and smiled softly.

Then she continued walking towards the dojo and hooked her arm towards Serabelle behind her.

"Okay, come in, the dojo has been cleaned up."

Huh?

Is it clean?

Serabel, who originally thought that she was here to experience a cleaning worker simulator today, was stunned for a moment.

"But Aunt Jinghua, didn't you say before that you hadn't finished cleaning..."

"Um, that one."

Hattori Shizuka raised her face slightly, touched the corner of her lips and thought for a while, then said without turning her head.

"From an objective point of view, it has indeed been cleaned. However, cleaning the dojo is more than just dusting."

So this isn’t the end yet? Is there going to be another light show or something?

Serabelle muttered to herself, but her body was still honest enough to follow Hattori Shizuka and take off her shoes and walk into the dojo.

There were no lights on in the dojo. To be more precise, there were no lights at all.

The electric light was invented in 1879, but the history of this dojo is even older than that.

Fortunately, the weather in Kyoto is quite sunny today. The two sides of the dojo are open with only pillars. The bamboo curtains that exude a fragrant scent are rolled up high, and the sunlight outside can easily shine into the room, making the huge dojo quite bright.

Hattori Shizuka walked through the dojo and came to the main cushion where only the master of the dojo could sit in the past. She first bowed to the many photos and portraits hanging on the table behind the cushion, which looked like an ancestral altar, and then took something out from the tube on the side.

When she turned around again, she had two more swords in her hands.

"Give."