Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Author: Bai Yu

Summary:

He traveled to Japan in 1912 and discovered that this strange world was inhabited by monsters, and as a samurai, he had the duty to slay them.

Fortunately, despite this hellish start, Taira no Shin awakened a system that allows him to draw unique sword techniques and items from various works by training disciples!

Under his careful tutelage, the older sister next door learned Thunder Breathing and Lightning Return, becoming the Inari Soul Sword Saint.

A street-smart little girl masters the Laurent Mind's Eye Blade, transforming into a peerless swordswoman whose every strike reveals an opening; a noblewoman lawyer, inspired by the Ashina style, masters the profound art of turning anything into a sword…

Huh? Why are there only girls in the dojo?

"Nonsense! Isn't he a man?!" — This is what Taira no Shinichi, the Swift Wind Swordsman, the Eternal Sword Saint, and the Guardian of the Samurai Clan, said.

Chapter 1: The Samurai of the Taisho Era

On the fifteenth day of the tenth month of the first year of the Taisho era (1912), at the ten o'clock in the morning.

Asakusa Ward, Aozorakan.

Ping Qingxin slowly opened his heavy eyelids, his mind subconsciously recalling the progress of his work last night, but what came into view almost instantly woke him up, and he sat up.

This is an empty Japanese dojo, covered with somewhat worn and even yellowed tatami mats, and a weapon rack full of old wooden swords and sticks in the corner. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the electronics factory where he works.

Hiraharu's gaze inevitably became confused. He instinctively scanned his surroundings for clues and a sense of security, but apart from what was mentioned above, all that remained were some calligraphy and ukiyo-e prints hanging on the walls.

Seeing these things evoked a strong sense of familiarity, and a flood of information suddenly rushed into my mind.

"I think I had a dream..."

In his dream, his name was Qin Xin, a Chinese office worker in the 21st century, struggling to make a living every day until he was accidentally hit and killed by a dump truck, at which point his dream shattered and he woke up.

The dream felt so real that Hiraharutoshi felt it might not be a dream, but a memory from his past life or future. In the dream, Hiraharutoshi was a Chinese, and in reality, although he was in Japan in 1912, he was a descendant of Chinese merchants who had come to Japan earlier, making him, strictly speaking, also a Chinese—though few people knew that.

As for his real-life identity, Taira no Harunobu is twenty-four years old this year. He is an orphan who was raised by the owner of a sword dojo called Aozorakan. Since the old owner passed away last month during a monster extermination mission, he has now inherited the dojo and officially taken on the responsibility of teaching swordsmanship. The dojo's sword style is called Tennen Seishin-ryu, but unfortunately, both the dojo's reputation and the actual level of swordsmanship are at the bottom of the third tier. Although it is said that Aozorakan's ancestors were once wealthy, otherwise it would not have been possible to occupy such a large area in Tokyo, where land is extremely valuable, to open a dojo.

But that's all from the past. Starting with the old master's father's generation, the Qingkong Hall only had a handful of disciples. By the old master's generation, they had given up and only accepted Taira no Shin as their heir. Taira no Shin's swordsmanship talent was only so-so. Although he had automatically received the certificate of mastery without permission because he was the only one left, his strength was only at the intermediate level, which was only one level higher than the lowest level, the first level. But it didn't matter, since he couldn't beat the monsters anyway.

Yes, this world has monsters and supernatural powers. So, in this era of firearms and cannons, the samurai class can still exist, only without fiefdoms and official positions. They mostly exist in the form of various martial arts schools and dojos, but they still enjoy various privileges, including the right to carry a sword. The most important of these is that they can go to the police station every month without doing anything and receive a considerable salary. Unlike Harunobu's awakened memories, where the samurai class was abolished and, apart from a few nobles, the rest became miserable commoners.

In general, as the owner of a sword dojo, as long as Taira no Harunobu can maintain his samurai status, he can live a life of luxury and ease, if not wealth and honor. But now the problem is that he is about to lose his samurai status!

Times have changed. To prevent samurai from taking advantage of the chaos in various sword-fighting dojos, the government requires each dojo to eliminate a certain number of monsters every year. If they fail to do so, the dojo will be deemed to have lost the glory of samurai and has no value. Not only will the dojo be taken back, but the dojo master's samurai status will also be revoked, and he will be demoted to a commoner.

The quota for monsters assigned to the Aozorakan is two ordinary-level monsters per year, which fits the standard that the Aozorakan is a weak dojo. In the past, the old dojo master would kill monsters to meet the quota, but now the old dojo master has passed away during the monster-killing mission last month, so this task naturally falls to Taira Harunobu, who inherited the Aozorakan.

Harunobu was well aware of his own abilities. The natural Harunobu style of their Seishin-ryu school was already weak, and his own swordsmanship talent was also very average. At present, he might be considered powerful against ordinary people, but he was no match for monsters.

Calculating the time, there are less than three months left until January next year—the final assessment period. With his abilities, he definitely can't win. At that time, without his samurai status, he will probably have to find a new way to make a living.

"Why don't we practice carrying heavy bags beforehand?"

He wiped his face and laughed self-deprecatingly. Of course, he was just saying it; at least he would still try his best to fight back before things really got out of control.

After putting the wooden sword he had used for practice back on the weapon rack, Harunobu returned to his room and stood in front of a full-length mirror. The long dream made him want to check his condition.

The mirror reflected a tall, handsome figure. He was wearing a white kendo uniform with black trousers, holding a stack of flyers in his arms, and a red amulet hanging on his chest, which swayed slightly with his breath.

Beneath his brows, furrowed unconsciously by pressure, were a pair of large, bright eyes, filled with a stubborn determination, gleaming like two black agates. Beads of sweat clung to his high, straight nose, below which were his tightly pursed, thin lips, as if he were constantly resisting something.

"They have the same face, so why do they look so different?"

Wiping away the sweat with one hand, Qingxin muttered to himself. In his dream, he hadn't seen this expression on his face for a long time. After being beaten down and turned into a salted fish by society, he basically only had two expressions on his face: "Want to die but feel that someone else should die" and "I'm fucking asleep."

"Hopefully, society will go easy on us this time."

A salty smell wafted from his relaxed expression, but it didn't last long. As Harunobu subconsciously gripped the amulet-like charm given to him by the old master, his expression unconsciously hardened again.

And just as he grasped the protective charm—

[The Diligent Study Dojo system has been activated and is being bound...]

[Current progress 10%...20%...]

The emotionless, mechanical voice in his mind startled Harunobu, causing him to instinctively loosen his grip on the amulet, and the voice that had been reporting progress abruptly stopped.

Harunobu stared at his reflection in the mirror for a while, then gripped the amulet again, and sure enough, he heard that mechanical voice again.

[Current progress 70%...90%...100%!]

With a sudden, loud mechanical sound, a screen of light appeared before Qingxin's eyes, displaying several lines of text in simple, Song-style font:

Name: Ping Qingxin

Sex: Male

Identity: Instructor of the Natural Harukoku Style, Head of the Blue Sky Pavilion

Gym: Blue Sky Gym (Level 1)

Learning Points: 0

Skills held: Natural Harushin-ryu Swordsmanship (Intermediate Level), Natural Harushin-ryu Iaijutsu (Intermediate Level)

Disciple List: 0/2

System Tasks

Dojo construction

Mall draw

"What the hell?"

Looking at the light before him, Qingxin rubbed his eyes hard. Before he could react further, a message flooded into his mind, making him instantly understand the system's situation.

This system is called the Diligent Study Dojo System. It is his cheat code after he awakened his memories, and its purpose is to help him build the Azure Sky Dojo into the number one sword dojo in the world.

The "Dojo Construction" function allows you to build various buildings with magical effects in the Qingkong Hall by spending Diligence Points. For example, the [Martial Arts Arena] can improve the efficiency of disciples' swordsmanship learning, the [Dining Room] can steadily improve disciples' physical fitness through diet, and the [Bathhouse] can help disciples relax their minds and reduce daily stress.

The "Shop Lottery" feature is essentially a lottery. Each draw costs 1000 Study Points, and the reward pool contains various items and sword techniques related to swordsmanship. Harunobu glanced at it and immediately saw powerful sword techniques like [Flying Sky Sword Style], [Dream One-Sword Style], and [Ashina Style], which were originally only found in fantasies...

Diligence Points are the system's currency, primarily derived from dojo disciples. Disciples earn Diligence Points as they grow or achieve something while learning kendo. The faster or stronger a disciple grows, or the higher their achievement, the more points they earn!

In addition, you can also earn study points through system tasks—just like the task Qingxin is currently undertaking.

A new light curtain unfolds:

Main Quest: The Journey to Becoming the World's Number One Dojo Begins

[Mission Description: A dojo's facilities may be dilapidated, and its instructors may be mediocre, but it cannot lack disciples. A dojo without disciples is nothing more than a run-down shack! And you, aiming to become the best dojo in the world, are not content with mediocre disciples tarnishing your skills. Please recruit a disciple with an aptitude of R or higher as soon as possible!]

[Task Rewards: 1000 Study Points, 1 Shop Draw Chance (Guaranteed Sword Skill)]

[Challenge Reward: The higher the disciple's aptitude, the higher the level of sword skills that can be drawn from the shop.]

With wide eyes, Qingxin read through each line word by word, then let out a sigh of relief, excitedly pumped her fist, and felt a huge weight lifted from her heart. A smile of excitement slowly spread across her face.

Chapter Two: The Neighbor's Big Sister

Three days later, on a slightly chilly morning, Harunobu finished his morning training, took a shower and changed his clothes, then left the dojo and headed to the low-rent apartment next door.

Because it was morning, the apartment door was open, but the landlady, who usually liked to sit in the doorway to sunbathe and keep an eye on the tenants, was not there. Instead, a tall figure stood there.

Hirako, 28 years old, single, came from a rural area near Osaka to work in bustling Tokyo. Now she works as a textile worker, a job with no future, from 6 am to 10 pm.

He was Qingxin's neighbor and Qingxin's only gain in the past two days.

On the day she obtained the system, Qingxin began her great undertaking of recruiting disciples, but after three days of hard work, she was the only one who met the requirements of the mission.

Coincidentally, Harunobu discovered that the landlady was in trouble when she was three months behind on rent and was facing the prospect of being evicted. It was Harunobu who stepped forward and, with his remaining influence, persuaded the landlady to give her a few more days' grace.

At that time, Harunobu did not propose to take on apprentices. It was obvious that a woman who could not even afford rent could not afford to learn swordsmanship. As the number one dojo in the world, Harunobu wanted to, but he could not do it for free—the system would not accept it.

Although the system offered a compromise, allowing disciples to pay their tuition by serving their teacher, Harunobu, Harunobu was too embarrassed to say that to a single woman at the time. He knew that if he did, Hirako, who was in a state of "vigilance" at the time, would just think he was a bad person with ulterior motives.

Because, it must be said, she is indeed a beauty that people would covet.

Even though her delicate oval face showed obvious fatigue and worry, and her skin was slightly rough as a result, her slender willow-leaf eyebrows and captivating peach blossom eyes did not cause any distress. Instead, they evoked feelings of pity and sympathy, like seeing Xi Shi clutching her heart.

Moreover, if you go up and talk to her, that sorrow will instantly subside and turn into a gentle smile, giving people the feeling of an older sister from the inside out.

Furthermore, she possessed a stunning figure that matched this impression. The simple gray kimono wore with a unique charm on her, her full, snow-white breasts standing proudly, crowding the fabric at her waist and thus highlighting her slender waist. The stark contrast made one wonder if it might suddenly break.

But then, the skirt suddenly curves into a huge arc, its fullness, like a ripe peach, taking up even more fabric, so much so that the hem of the kimono is pulled up slightly, revealing round, fair ankles.

Such a person, without sufficient vigilance, would probably not be able to live such a stable life.

Therefore, Harunobu waited two days, both to give himself more time to find a disciple and to wait for a good opportunity to offer Hirako an irresistible deal.

—Right now.

As Harunobu walked to the front of the apartment building, the landlady came out of the building. Upon seeing Harunobu, her previously gloomy face suddenly changed, becoming much more amiable. The sharp sarcasm that had been rising to her teeth turned into a businesslike tone: "Ms. Hirako, your room is very clean, so I won't deduct your deposit. However, even so, you still owe me two months' rent. Please pay it as soon as possible."

Hirako pursed her lips, her thin lips refraining from uttering any more pleading words, not only because of her pride, but also because she knew it was futile; after all, she couldn't afford the rent, which was indeed her fault.

But in Tokyo, without a place to live, what will life be like...?

After just a brief thought, Hirako felt a sense of panic. Although there were cheaper places, or even places where you could share an apartment, they weren't much safer. She couldn't remember how many atrocities she had heard about in such places.

"Good morning, Mrs. Yako, Miss Hirako."

Harunobu spoke at the opportune moment, but his gaze was fixed on the top of Hirako's head.

Current status: Confused

It's better than being wary.

Harunobu blinked, while the landlady, Yako, had already taken a step back tactfully and left without saying goodbye, a strange smile on her face—she must have misunderstood.

Honestly, some people are just full of lust.

Good morning, Director Ping.

Hirako hid her confusion and sorrow, while Asaharu bowed, hesitant to speak.

She knew Harunobu, who lived next door to Aozora-kan. They were just ordinary neighbors and nodding acquaintances before. But after Harunobu's help last time, she subconsciously had the urge to ask for help again when she was in dire straits. However, reason told her that this was not right.

Current status: Hesitant

Seeing the change in the situation, Harunobu knew it was about time and immediately asked, "Miss Hirayukiko, would you be interested in learning swordsmanship?"

"Huh?" Hirako tilted her head, looking at Harunobu with a puzzled expression, and then politely declined, "I'm sorry, Director Hira, although I am very interested, I cannot afford the tuition right now."

Qingxin replied irrelevantly, "By the way, in order to increase our competitiveness in recruiting disciples, I have decided to provide them with free room and board."

Hirako hesitated for a moment: "Director Hira, how much is the tuition per month?"

Harunobu glanced at the tuition fees and conditions offered by the system for Hirako and read them out: "Five yen per month, but you must study hard and reach a certain level within the specified time."

This price is a bit high for a dilapidated kendo dojo. The yen was very valuable during the Taisho era. The most obvious example is that ten kilograms of rice only costs 2.31 yen now. But the system considers itself the best dojo in the world. And if you include free room and board, it's a different story.

Take this apartment for example. Hirako has to pay 4.42 yen a month, not including water, and of course there is no electricity, let alone food.

Moreover, the two places are incomparable in terms of area, not to mention that Qingxin also teaches swordsmanship.

Taira Yukiko immediately and decisively said to Harunobu, "Please take me as your disciple, Director Taira!"

Haruki breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed, "Okay, then you'll be my number one disciple, Hirako."

However, the system did not indicate that the task was completed.

Does it really have to involve some kind of formal apprenticeship ceremony, with three bows and nine kowtows, serving tea and water, to be considered an apprenticeship? Don't be so feudal!

Fortunately, the system wasn't so feudal, and a new prompt appeared quickly.

Please urge your students to pay the full tuition fee and complete the registration as soon as possible.

It's just that it has a little bit of capital.

Fortunately, Harunobu had made preparations. Now all that remained was to figure out a reasonable way to make Taira no Sachiko pay for his tuition by serving him, so as not to be seen as a pervert.

Ok……

Let's go back to the dojo first. It's too risky to talk about this outside; it could damage our reputation.

Harunobu thought to himself for a moment, then said, "Let's go back to the dojo first, Taira no Sachiko."

"Yes, Teacher's College, you don't need to trouble yourself with the luggage."

Hirako quickly got into character and started calling Harunobu "Master Harunobu." Her soft, warm voice made Harunobu, whose mind was filled with thoughts of serving, tremble.