A muscular girl is presented to the passionate world of crossover anime.

This is the third update for today. It's so hot and humid today, and I felt dizzy and lightheaded last night.

Next, it will be featured on the PC homepage. I heard it's like the comments from Kudoro in the muscle girl talent show, just a regular featured spot.

My book didn't do very well, so I'd like to recommend another one, "I, a Novelist! Not a Hero." It seems like this author's book is better than mine; let's wish him well.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, tomorrow will likely be the third watch of the night.

Section 55, Chapter 55: A Hundred Martial Arts, This is Dance

"Wow, look, isn't that President Eagle Wind of Motorbike?"

"It really is him! A big shot from a top 30 company would actually come to watch a small company's game?"

"No, putting aside the level of the competition, I've heard that even top-tier competitions are rarely watched by that person..."

"Could they be here to observe Sawada from MurderMusic? That guy's debut performance was outstanding!"

"The man next to him looks very strong! Is that the representative fighter of the Eagle Wind family?"

Another building that's "closed for business," another Kengan match, and Kirito Takakaze brings Kanon to watch the match again, this time accompanied by Gensai Kuroki.

Well, it's like when your child needs to go to tutoring classes; the parents have to pick them up and drop them off, right? Parents with time might even just wait at the door and accompany them. So, Kanon now sees Kirito and Kuroki as a pair of old women…

Sensing that Kanon was thinking something disrespectful, Kuroki frowned: "Don't get distracted, observe carefully!"

"Ah, yes!"

Kuroki wasn't taking Kanon out for fun. This martial arts expert had a very tight schedule and could only stay in Tokyo for a month. So Kanon's classes were very intensive during that month, and she was absorbing new things almost every moment.

Kuroki had previously pointed out the three foundations for Kanon to reach the pinnacle of martial arts: theory, experience, and observation. So Kanon spent a week studying intensively, cramming on physiology and martial arts theory. Now it's time for observation and improving experience.

Kiri explained, “MurderMusic was founded in 2002. It’s a relatively new company that specializes in rebellious and alternative music. The president, Yoshiko Togawa, is only 25 years old this year and is among the youngest members of Kengankai. She herself plays in a band and is a well-known guitarist in the heavy metal music scene.”

Having a big-shot entrepreneur uncle is really helpful; at least you have plenty of intelligence and don't have to worry about information asymmetry.

However, Kirito also had a question: "Although MurderMusic is on a good upward trend, it is still just a company that hovers around the top 100 in the Kengan Association. The level of its fighters has not been high in the past. Kuroki, did you decide to come to watch this match because there is something special about this new fighter named Sawada?"

“It was the martial art he used,” Kuroki explained. “Judging from the recent battle reports you gave me, the martial art he used should be…”

"Wow, a ballet dancer?" some audience members exclaimed.

The fighters have already entered the arena, and MurderMusic's fighter is surprisingly a ballerina with an unusual appearance.

"Standing at 181 cm tall and weighing 74 kg, with a record of one win and zero losses in Kengan matches, he is the representative fighter of MurderMusic, Keizaburo Sawada, also known as the Dark Bird."

The warrior, or rather dancer, named Sawada, sports a large, golden mushroom-shaped hairstyle with two extremely long strands of hair hanging down on either side like ribbons. Combined with Sawada's tight-fitting ballet outfit, it accentuates his well-defined muscles. This look is truly bizarre.

"This person seems to be wearing makeup..." Anyway, Kanon was dumbfounded. Although she had become a girl, she had never worn makeup or even applied face cream. She was a pure tomboy. In comparison, Sawada should be considered a pure... some kind of boss?

Looking at Sawada, Kanon began to ponder: "Is he really going to fight using ballet?"

Instead of directly answering Kanon's question, Kuroki told a story: "There was once a man known as the God of Karate, named Taizan Beiqi, and many legends surround him in the martial arts world. Once, his top disciple asked him this question—'Master, of all the opponents you've fought so far, which fighting style has given you the most difficult time?' Taizan seemed to remember something, closed his eyes, and after a brief silence, answered in a calm but serious voice: 'Never duel a ballerina.'"

"Observe, Kanon. Perhaps after watching this battle, you will find the answer."

The fight ended quickly. Sawada's opponent was a rather tall and burly man, but he was easily defeated by the smaller Sawada, who only used two kicks throughout the entire fight.

Despite his terrible appearance, Sawada was no ordinary fighter. His first kick struck his opponent's ribs, rendering him unable to fight, and his second attack knocked him unconscious.

"Wow, that was fast..." The observation time was too short, and Hanon felt a little unsatisfied.

But two kicks were enough for Kanon to see through the trick: "Ballet dancers have well-developed leg muscles and precise control down to each toe, as well as an extraordinary sense of balance and flexibility. The power they unleash is enough to surpass that of a top-class fighter."

Kuroki nodded: "You're right." But he wasn't satisfied with that answer: "That's all you've seen?"

Kanon has exceptional talent and a great personality. She is also the successor of his old friend, Takakaze Kiriki. After a week of getting to know her, Kuroki is extremely satisfied with this temporary disciple and his standards for her are getting higher and higher.

“Um, let me think about it. Using the process of elimination, first of all, he’s definitely not a Super Saiyan.” Hanon stuck out her tongue, recalling Sawada’s actions. Kuroki shook his head. This disciple was good in every way, except he loved to make sarcastic remarks and had a dry sense of humor. Most of the time, he was as composed as a young man, but occasionally he would act too eccentric.

Kanon quickly gave a second answer: "It's rotational force... and distance! Controlling distance is very important in combat. The longer the charging distance, the greater the impact. But there isn't much space for people to charge up in combat, so rotational force is used. The essence of rotational force is actually to lengthen the charging distance of a move."

"Sawada's body is very flexible and he has a good sense of balance, which allows him to launch kicks from various angles. His kicks are very tricky, and he also amplifies his already developed leg strength several times over by using the power of rotation. This is the secret to his powerful kicks."

This time, Kuroki agreed with Kanon's answer: "Yes, it's related to the rotational force, and you can even see the importance of distance, which shows you have good observation skills."

"Ha, that's great!" Upon receiving her master's approval, Hanon even raised her hands in a celebratory gesture.

Kuroki ignored his eccentric disciple and thought of an old friend's technique, which also involved the flexible use of rotational force.

That old friend died at the hands of his inferior disciple because he chose the wrong one. Although it can be said that the school he so desperately wanted to pass on did find a powerful successor, the price he paid was far too high.

Thinking of this, Kuroki suddenly had an idea. Looking at Kanon beside him, he realized that this girl's control over her muscles was extraordinary. If he taught her the principles behind his old friend's moves...

I'm not feeling well today; my head was throbbing this morning, and I only managed to write one chapter, but I think it turned out alright.

There are even more, so don't worry.

The author initially wanted to translate Murder Music as "摩纳记录" (Mo Na Records), because it seems to be a parody of Warner Music. Then there were transliterations like "默德音乐" (Mo De Music) or "莫得音乐" (Mo De Music), but in the end, it was decided to just use the original English name – no need to go through all that trouble, haha.

Chapter 56, Section 56: Master, you have so many friends!

Spring was followed by summer, and the weather gradually became hot. The car accident at Hanon's house happened half a year ago. Correspondingly, Takakaze Kirito, who was taking care of his niece, had also been living in his old family house for half a year. This was the longest time he had spent at home since he became an adult.

"I've actually become a stay-at-home dad." He chuckled self-deprecatingly and finished his drink.

The glass is a wine glass, but the drink is milk.

Since being persuaded by Kanon last time, Kirito has started trying to drink milk. As a persona of a free-spirited and cool uncle... well, cool uncle, Kirito is not used to the taste of milk yet.

"Tsk tsk, milk is more suitable for children." Smacking his lips, Kirito said to the old butler beside him, "Ito, send some cold milk to Kanon as well."

"Yes, sir," the old butler replied. As he reached the door, he heard a sharp voice behind him.

“Thank you, Ito.” Kiriko expressed his sincere gratitude: “I didn’t want to go and watch Kanon’s practice; she’s been taken care of thanks to you.”

Although he agreed to let Hanon learn martial arts with the aim of making her stronger so that she would be less hurt, and even found the great master Kuroki to be her teacher, Hanon was beaten up by Kuroki on her first day of class. The sight of her going back to her room to rest with a nosebleed still made him, as her uncle, feel bad. From then on, he stopped going near the family's small dojo. For the past two weeks, the old butler has been taking care of it.

The old butler walked through the halls and houses, carrying iced milk for Hanon and strong liquor for Kuroki, until he arrived at the small dojo.

Upon entering the dojo, Ito was taken aback, for he saw a dead bull hanging upside down, conspicuously displayed in the center of the dojo, while Kanon faced the dead bull, poised to strike.

Behind Hanon was Kuroki, who was staring intently at her, as well as a water tank, a sand basin, and a large pot filled with gravel.

It looked like a crucial moment! The old butler wisely kept quiet and stood silently to the side.

Huayin focused her mind and suddenly unleashed a strike. The old butler couldn't tell if it was a fist, a finger, or a palm; even the outline of Huayin's arm became blurred. All he knew was that it was an extremely fast attack that exuded a dangerous aura.

The attack touched the beef, and the flesh at the point of impact first twisted, then the immense force snapped the tendons and muscles, sending them flying in all directions and exposing the bones inside—these bones were not spared either, and were quickly affected as well. Several ribs that were directly hit broke cleanly, while the surrounding bones that were grazed showed signs of cracking.

With just one blow, the cow was torn to pieces. Luckily, it was already dead; otherwise, the scene would have been blatant animal cruelty...

After focusing on completing the attack, Kanon noticed the old butler had arrived: "Oh, Mr. Ito! Is there something you need?"

"I came to deliver drinks..." Some bloody beef splattered into the milk, and Ito certainly wouldn't give such contaminated stuff to the young lady: "Now I can only congratulate you on your progress, young lady."

"Hehe, I guess I've made some progress~" Hanon had been practicing this technique, which Kuroki called "Rakshasa Palm," for a whole week. The last thing she had just done was the final trial, and she seemed to have done quite well, so Hanon was naturally very happy.

However, the final judgment rests with Kuroki, and Kanon looks at her master expectantly.

Although Kuroki was strict, he wasn't the Spartan coach who would deliberately find fault. Based on his understanding of this "Rakshasa Palm," he knew that Kanon's attack just now had captured its essence quite well. In fact, because Kanon had better stamina, its power was probably even three points stronger than the original version.

Watching Kanon cheer with joy at receiving his affirmation, Kuroki fell into thought again.

Rakshasa Palm is a martial art of an old friend of Kuroki's, and its style is called Fox Shadow Style. The principle of Rakshasa Palm is not complicated; it uses the rotation of the arm to enhance the striking power. Correspondingly, the training of this move is simple and tedious.

The first step in practicing Rakshasa Palm is to strike the water in a water tank. After striking continuously day and night, the soft and formless water will eventually be made to spin at high speed, turning into something as hard as rock that can tear through the skin.

After completing this step, the practitioner has a basic grasp of force reversal. The next step is a similar advanced exercise: water, then sand, then gravel, and finally, an attack on the body.

To reach the level of applying the Rakshasa Palm to the physical body, most people need to practice for at least eight years. The wicked disciple who killed Kuroki's old friend was a disciple highly regarded by his master. He mastered the Rakshasa Palm completely in just one year, which can be described as genius.

"And this little girl, she mastered the Rakshasa Palm in just... a week." Thinking of this, a few beads of cold sweat appeared on Kuroki's forehead, a rare occurrence for him.

It can only be said that Kanon is a genius, but the degree of her genius is hard to describe in words.

“My old friend…” Kuroki looked out the window at the sky: “You are proud of that wicked disciple who ultimately killed you, but do you know that there are such geniuses in the world?”

However, Kuroki would not reveal this feeling to Kanon, after all, the girl's accumulation of the three basics of theory, experience and observation was still very shallow. To put it bluntly, the Rakshasa Palm was just an attack method, like the Finger Razor, and it was not very effective against top masters.

"A month is a short time. I thought that after accepting Qieji's request, I would only need to teach her some routine things..."

Kuroki took a deep breath and solemnly said to Kanon, "Kanon, take a good rest today and tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, we'll head out with you for some special training."

Kuroki, constantly amazed by Kanon's talent, also put in a lot of effort. This is the feeling of many good teachers when they meet good students, and they wish they could teach them everything they know.

"Wow, special training!" Hanon exclaimed excitedly. "Are we going to watch the Kengan matches? Or visit some reclusive masters? Or maybe we're going to challenge a dojo?"

Kuroki shook his head: "It's not about that. We're going camping and training in the mountains. Also... why do you think I'm going to challenge the dojo?"

"Hey, don't martial arts masters always have to beat up several martial arts schools when they're training? That's how it's portrayed in movies, TV series, and anime..."

"...TV dramas are all lies."

This kind of eccentricity may have been transmitted to Kanon by the extreme group, and now Kanon has become the new source of infection, beginning to impact Uncle Kuroki's inner world.

After calming himself down, Kuroki warned Kanon in a serious tone: "This special training is no small matter. The method is from another old friend of mine. Although I will make some adjustments to the specific content, it will still be very rigorous. You need to be mentally prepared."

"Yes, Master Kuroki!" Hanon readily agreed.

"However, Master, you have so many old friends..."

Section 57, Chapter 57: Starting Today, Becoming Bear Grylls?

The terrifyingly named Hungry Ghost Forest, nestled beside the even more terrifyingly named Bitter Death Mountain, is a vast forest comparable to the Forest of Trees of Mount Fuji. It is a place rarely visited by humans, frequented by birds and beasts, and is said to be a place where, if one gets lost, they will be forever trapped in its perilous depths.

Such a forest naturally attracts the attention of the public. As the saying goes, man can conquer nature. Over time, several safe mountain climbing routes have been developed in Bitter Death Mountain, and the Evil Ghost Forest is a sacred training ground in the hearts of many fighters.