Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

As soon as Amamiya Rin had this thought, the noisy communication in the [Tomie Network], which was like a bustling market, came to an abrupt halt, plunging into an eerie silence.

Several seconds passed before Tomie and her friends seemed to come to their senses, and the [Tomie Network] chat exploded with excitement.

(I nominate number three! She deliberately flirted with a man with his girlfriend today!)

(This is slander! He was the one who kept staring at me! Number Five is the real culprit! She never even opened a book at school, she just smiled at the male students, attracting a swarm of flies!)

(Nonsense! My charm is innate, it's irresistible! And what about the 11th? She didn't even bother to pretend today, she slipped out shopping before 2 pm!)

(The pot calling the kettle black! Number 20 even ordered that Chang Xi to buy her limited edition jewelry!)

……

Tomie and her group started attacking each other.

In fact, before Amamiya Rin spoke up, they were discussing cooperating to fight against Amamiya Rin.

However, as soon as Amamiya Rin's thoughts entered [Tomie Network], they immediately forgot their previous vows to unite and fight against Amamiya Rin. Everyone was eager to find a scapegoat to absolve themselves.

This is called "Initiating the Battle of Fujiang against Fujiang".

In the end, Tomie, who was marked as number 25, won by a narrow margin because she had not learned any knowledge at all.

(Why me?!)

Tomie, number 25, screamed in protest.

(I'm already in that school! Do they expect two Tomie Kawakamis to be in the same classroom at the same time?)

(This is not an excuse. Even if you can't go to school, you can go to the library or hire a tutor. There are so many places to acquire knowledge in modern society. You just chose the easiest path and did nothing.)

Amamiya Rin said nonchalantly.

(That's right!)

(Stop struggling, just go and cultivate honestly!)

The [Tomie Network] was filled with the gloating of other individuals, and Tomie, who was marked as number 25, puffed up her cheeks in anger.

However, under the unquestionable will of Amamiya Rin and the unanimous recommendation of the other Tomie, she knew very well that resistance would only bring her trouble.

(Ugh! I know, I know! This is so annoying!)

On the 25th, Tomie complained irritably on [Tomie Network].

(So ​​what? Great Lord Lin, what are you going to make my delicate body learn today? Karate? Judo? Or boxing? Hmph! Just thinking about it is rude.)

Ignoring her sarcastic remarks, Amamiya Rin gave the order directly.

(It doesn't need to be that complicated. Just go outside and hail a taxi. Tell the driver to take you to the most famous ancient swordsmanship dojo in the city.)

He will eventually need to master close-combat skills such as karate, judo, and boxing, but what Amamiya Rin needs right now is to learn better swordsmanship to improve his combat abilities.

(An ancient swordsmanship dojo?)

Tomie's voice rose eight octaves on number 25, clearly showing her disdain.

(A place filled with the stench of sweat? I don't want that!)

Anyone familiar with Kendo knows that while it looks cool, it's not as glamorous as it appears. Due to the high intensity of the exercise, the protective gear is soaked with sweat by the end of the day, and the Kendo club is filled with the smell of sweat.

Without standing on ceremony with Kawakami Tomie, Amamiya Rin entered into a deep meditation, observing Kawakami Tomie's body and mind along the nerve lines of the [Tomie Network].

At this moment, their thoughts were perfectly synchronized.

A strange tranquility spread through Tomie Kawakami's heart.

All things are impermanent, all phenomena are without self. In an instant, even the very thought of resisting this idea became a fleeting illusion, failing to stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.

With her handbag in hand, Amamiya Rin controlled Kawakami Tomie's body as they left the apartment and hailed a taxi on the roadside.

She got into the back seat. The driver was a kind-looking middle-aged man. When he saw her face in the rearview mirror, his eyes flashed with undisguised amazement.

"Miss, where are you going?"

The driver asked warmly.

"Which dojo is the most renowned for teaching ancient swordsmanship? Take me there."

Amamiya Rin asked directly, "There's no faster way to get information about a city than by asking the driver."

"Alright! Are you going to learn swordsmanship, Miss? If you're talking about the most famous one, it has to be the Yagyu Association of Tokyo. I heard it's a dojo opened by the rightful successor of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school."

The driver thought for a moment and then immediately spoke.

"Okay, let's go there."

Amamiya Rin nodded, then turned her gaze to the window and said nothing more.

The driver responded, started the car, and drove along the city roads.

Inside the carriage, Amamiya Rin used Tomie's senses to become familiar with the subtle feedback of this body through observation, adjusting her breathing and muscle coordination.

This was not difficult for Amamiya Rin; his physical abilities were not much better than Kawakami Tomie's, and he could easily adapt to the techniques he had mastered.

About forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a rather grand traditional Japanese house. A plaque reading "Tokyo Yagyu Association" hung on the tall wooden gate. The area in front of the gate was spotless, and shouts and the sound of bamboo swords clashing could be faintly heard coming from inside the courtyard.

Amamiya Rin paid the fare, got out of the car, and stepped into the dojo.

The young disciple in charge of reception at the front hall was stunned when he saw such a beautiful young woman walk in, and for a moment he forgot to greet her.

"Hello, I'm here to become an apprentice. What procedures are required?"

Amamiya Rin smiled slightly and greeted him politely.

The young disciple snapped out of his daze, his ears turning red. He hurriedly put down the registration book in his hand and stammered.

"Ah, hello! To become an apprentice... you need to register your basic information first, and then I'll take you to see the master."

As he spoke, he handed over the pen, his gaze involuntarily sweeping over Tomie Kawakami once more.

Amamiya Rin took the pen and wrote "Kawakami Tomie" in the name column.

"Then I'll take you to see Sato Shisen. He's the current head of our Edo Yagyu Association and the 50th generation successor of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school..."

The young disciple carefully put away the registration book, then introduced the temple to Yu Gonglin while leading him through a wooden sliding door.

Behind the door was a spacious dojo, with dark green kendo mats on the ground. A dozen or so disciples dressed in indigo uniforms were practicing in pairs, sweat dripping down their chins, and a faint smell of sweat filled the air.

In the center of the dojo, a middle-aged man dressed in a black dojo uniform stood with his hair neatly combed, the ends of which were slightly gray. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were bright and sharp as knives.

"Master, this is Ms. Tomie Kawakami, who wishes to become your student and learn swordsmanship."

The young disciple stepped forward quickly and bowed slightly.

Sato Shisen turned around and his gaze fell on Kawakami Tomie's face.

Even a swordsman who had practiced swordsmanship for decades couldn't help but have a hint of amazement flash across his eyes, but he quickly regained his usual composure, leaving only a scrutinizing gaze.