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Chapter 480 The Golden Pavilion of Power, the Silver Pavilion of Skills

Hidden within the shrine, corroded by heavy metal acid rain, lies a solemn dojo spanning nearly fifty tatami mats. Like the nearby Ghost Town, it lacks electricity and public water facilities.

Inside, only candles and paper lanterns provide illumination, lighting up the huge Buddha statue on the north side of the dojo, as well as the twenty-four statues of gods from ninja mythology guarding it.

"Start practicing from the horse stance again!"

An old man dressed as a dragon-embroidered ninja sat with his back to the dragon flag on ten stacked cushions, sternly reprimanding someone, while a middle-aged office worker with tuna-like eyes who looked weak was sweating profusely as he struck a pose in front of him.

"No one in this company has taken the exam..."

Fujikito, dressed in a white taekwondo uniform, spoke softly, like an uncultured fire man.

Ryu Gendo Song's ninja name is "Teacher Ninja". He is the "last true ninja of Japan" who awakened through his own training and is also a Jonin.

As the leader of the "Dragon Ninja Village," which has existed since the Heian period, he uses the "Dragon Dojo" as his base, where he trains new recruits and teaches ninjutsu. He has inherited the ancient assassination technique "Tea Ceremony" and is also a top-tier karate practitioner.

That's right, the tea ceremony was created by the ninja progenitor "Katsu Mansatsu" and passed it on to his direct disciple "Dragon Ninja". After learning the tea ceremony, Dragon Ninja perfected and systematized it into a forbidden technique.

Meanwhile, Long Xuandao Song is the authentic inheritor of the tea ceremony, which has been passed down for thousands of years. At this moment, he is training Fujikido Kenji in the dojo, honing the karate skills of this uncle who has just become a ninja.

Xuan Dao Song's training was extremely rigorous. Compared to the Newbie ninjas in the dojos, Fujikido's training was ten to nine times more demanding, after all, he possessed extraordinary ninja recovery and endurance, which was incomparable to ordinary people.

“Oysters, oysters!”

The mouth didn't move, but it was actually the cry of Fujikido's soul.

"Without karate, there are no ninjas! If you can't even do that, then don't talk about protecting your wife and children!"

The old man sternly shouted, his ninja senses telling him how dangerous and evil the ninja spirit residing in this man was; he couldn't even find a suitable haiku to describe Naraku's terror.

After learning of his identity as a "ninja assassin," they regarded him as a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment!

From Xuan Dao Song's perspective, beings like Naraku must be eliminated as soon as possible; killing them would simply prevent future troubles, but…

"Come on daddy!"

"Go Kenji!"

"Keep it up! Keep it up!"

Encouraged by his beloved wife and children, Fujikito persevered through no matter how difficult the training was. He absolutely could not let his family down, nor could he frighten them by going on a rampage. As long as they were there, he could persevere and would not give up.

Before being a ninja, he was also a father.

He didn't want to become a ruthless killing machine; he wanted to return to the peaceful life he had in the past. He wanted to live each day to the fullest and protect the small happiness of his family!
It wasn't for revenge, but this powerful obsession is no less intense than revenge and hatred!
Moreover, this ancient evil spirit had already been subdued before, and was now staying quietly and obediently, at most making sarcastic remarks when Fujikido was training.

"Eeya—!" Right hand Chop - Thrust! "Eeya—!" Left hand short hook, "Eeya! Eeya! Eeya—!" Mid kick, low kick, high kick!

Through practice, Fujikido gradually understood the meaning of the movement of each joint and muscle, and then his karate skills improved again and again.

As a teacher, Xuan Dao Song witnessed this kind of obsession and, without much consideration, chose to Instruct this novice ninja, guiding him to control his inner ninja soul.

The goal is—"Iemoto" (Iemoto)
The secret technique of the tea ceremony has the ability to seal the soul of a ninja. When the soul of a ninja goes berserk or loses control, "Iemoto" can suppress the soul and restore the out-of-control person to their sanity.

Of course, practicing the Way of Tea is not a simple matter...

Long Xuandao Song sighed and took a sip of tea, looking to the other side—a wooden dummy for training, an automatic shuriken thrower, and a decadent young man named "Katagura Fujio".

His true identity is that of a "dark ninja" who survived the day of the Marunouchi uprising.

Compared to Fujikido, who was possessed by Naraku, the bigger problem was this taciturn guy who was just grabbed on a whim.

Katakura Fujio possessed overwhelming karate skills and top-notch ninja insight, but that wasn't the reason he survived—the cursed sword Bessou was the real reason.

"Its name is Biebin! It is the only sword in the world capable of striking Sheng Wansong!"

The name comes from Hattori Besshin, the daughter of Hattori Ninja, the leader of the Six Ninja Knights. Because the blacksmith, Thunder Forge, had a crush on Besshin, he named the cursed sword after her in the hope of conveying his feelings.

Because of the blacksmith ninja "Thunder Forging", he fell in love with Hattori ninja's daughter "Betsubin". In order to protect his lover, the blacksmith ninja defected from his teacher Katsumanmatsu's army to Hattori's army and secretly forged a demon sword that could kill his teacher Katsumanmatsu!
He stole the ring finger of Katsumanmatsu, who had cut off his own ring finger as an apology, and then mixed the ring finger with steel and poured the blood extracted from living girls into a blood bucket to cool the blade. Thus, the demonic sword of the god of death was born.

The demon sword, forged from the ring finger of the ancestor of ninjas, is exceptionally sturdy. It existed to defeat Katsu Mansatsu, so it is impossible to destroy. The dark ninja at the time barely survived by shielding Bessin in front of him.

However, it won't be easy for this guy to get Beppin—his family has been cursed by the "Blade Ninja" since the Heian period, and he must find Beppin to break the curse, otherwise the unfortunate curse will continue to be passed down to his descendants forever.

As a child, Katakura Fujio was abandoned by his parents and sold to the yakuza. He grew up in an orphanage, entered Shin-Saitama University, and joined an archaeological team. During an archaeological expedition, he stole "Betsu-pin" and was possessed by "Hanetsu-ninja"...

Later, he joined the Dark Ninja of the General House and chose to inflict misfortune on others, ruthlessly taking their lives.

"Katsu Mansatsu did not truly die. The dark ninja who wields the 'Betsuin' may later become the hero who avenges the fate of the progenitor of ninjas..."

Upon learning all this, Yuka angrily drew her knife, her chest heaving from the violent movement, which she couldn't understand.

Ah, has the Buddha fallen asleep again? Why did fate choose such a person? And could Sheng Wansong's relics possibly return to life? Is there even a possibility of resurrection?
"Yukano... what is destiny?"

Xuan Dao Song shook his head, answering his own question:
"It's just a phenomenon where one group of people manipulates things to develop according to their own will, while others give up the struggle and completely submit to the arrangements of others."

—And the so-called Dark Ninjas are nothing more than ninjas who succumb to life and forcibly transfer their own suffering onto others. Katakura Fujio neither eats nor drinks, nor speaks. Severely injured, he stands like a statue, only staring at the people in the Dragon Dojo with an unreadable gaze.

"Let's just let this go!"

Yoshino handed the lacquerware teacup filled with fragrant hot drinks, including meringue foam, to Koki beside her, and couldn't help but complain.

"In that case, I shall respectfully comply..."

The girl's features were as hazy as a dream, her subtle aura-like presence almost too alluring to look at directly. After taking the document, Xiao Ji paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement, uttering a simple answer:
"Dark ninja, you deserve to die."

As the possessor of a "Death Ninja," she also awakened some related ninjutsu. Besides the multi-functional "Cherry Blossom Enhancement," which uses "karate energy" to strengthen weapons and create explosions by attaching it to small objects, she also possesses kinesis and Death Ninja-related techniques.

Manipulation of the Dead.

When Xiaoji uses her power to unleash a storm of death, the surrounding corpses will randomly rise up like zombies and temporarily join her battle—a fact known through the wild animals around the Dragon Dojo.

The girl's cherry-colored eyes saw the countless resentments of someone dying, as well as many sighs and tears, wrapped around the ninja's body, so she did not pity him.

Does being swept up in the darkness of this degenerate age give one the right to do evil without hesitation? — His counterexample is right there beside him!

So Xiao Ji thought that instead of leaving the Dark Ninja here as punching bags, it would be better to let him become their strength and join the battle as a corpse.

What? Manipulating a corpse is a desecration of human dignity?

Ninjas aren't human!

Only a dead Dark Ninja is a good ninja.

"Namo San!" What a concise, powerful, and wise statement! Soon, the girl's powerful "Yeaaaaart!" echoed throughout the dojo as she began practicing karate.

"Please calm down..."

Xuan Dao Song said that ninjas are meme creatures in a certain sense. Their genetic black belt phenomenon prevents them from reproducing through male-female unions, so they tend to take on disciples and open dojos to pass on their karate. As a teacher and ninja, he is even more so.

He felt that the guy in front of him, who seemed so cold and inhuman, might actually be beyond saving—perhaps he was beginning to understand human nature.

"Perhaps it is my responsibility to turn beasts into humans..."

The short old man looked up at the sky, where the Big Dipper was shining brightly.

"And—no one is more suitable than this guy with a mission…to witness the actions of the savior, to witness how the world is changed, to witness the moment when fate is defeated…and then, to sincerely repent for everything he has done for the rest of his life, and to atone for it."

No one knew better than Long Xuandao Song how difficult it would be to change a soul twisted by the pathetic and terrifying art of karate, but he also knew that it was not impossible.

The golden spirit, enough to ascend the Golden Pavilion, shines upon the old man, while the evil soul Naraku, who descended from the Silver Pavilion, also resides in this small dojo. There are also two ninjas struggling between darkness and light, and a girl gazing at the other side…

They have all gathered here because of one being—the true savior of the degenerate age (Mashiach).

"A savior...?"

Young and elegant Yuka looked at the huge statues in the dojo after hearing her grandfather's words.

The statues here have been quite damaged over the long years. Although there are all kinds of gods, such as gods with countless arms and gods stepping on demons, each one is missing parts such as the head or hands and feet. The most tragic statues are even missing only the part below the ankles.

In fact, this also symbolizes the tragic end of the twenty-four ninja clans that have been passed down from the Heian period.

However, in the very center of all the statues, there stood a tall and majestic statue, its muscles muscular and powerful, its hair and beard bristling, its brows furrowed and its eyes glaring fiercely. Within its deep-set eyes seemed to burn away all darkness with a raging fire of karma.
In a flash of light, a roaring golden dragon coiled around his limbs and chest, stars adorned his back, and his entire body exuded an aura of indestructibility.

——JAGI.

He was neither a ninja nor a mortal destined for greatness.

But Xuan Dao Song spoke with absolute certainty, seeing in him the power to break through the dark clouds of the end times, a man who would become the savior of the world in this era.

Yuka didn't understand, but she vaguely felt that there might be such a possibility, and she silently hoped for it in her heart.

"...I don't need to practice karate or tea ceremony, nor do I need demon swords or divine weapons. They're useless..."

Jagi, now a statue, remained silent for a long time, his mind racing with thoughts, engaging in a long-unused "Zen dialogue" with himself—that is, mental choices.

"...Who should we choose as our next opponent? The Lord of Kyoto? Or should we just fly to the moon? Or should we kill those hidden bosses that are even further ahead? Finding the ninjas is such a hassle..."

"...Why not just storm the Golden Pavilion and Silver Pavilion, beat up all six ninja knights and eight generals, capture the ninja soul, and burn it in the Truth Furnace? That would definitely work better than nuclear energy... Speaking of which, the Golden Pavilion is somewhat like the Nine Realms Without Boundaries, suitable for challenging all enemies from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign..."

"The Art of Transforming Reality and Illusion—let me unravel its secrets for you..."

"...If the opponent is that Tonkatsu-gaku Kakeru Mansatsu, it might be a bit tricky..."

"It's more reasonable to recruit people first... Big Smoking Barrel Silver Raven, Nancy Lee, the tough girl, the zombie... if we add them all together, it'll be faster than me alone..."

Just as Newbie the ninja quietly passed by him, Jagi suddenly shouted three times:
"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"

"Xiao Ji! Get ready to call for reinforcements!"

(End of this chapter)