Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Harunobu was both amused and exasperated, wanting to say there was no need to rush. But Hosho Amu tugged at him, saying, "Don't worry about it, Father's in a hurry to go and show off to them."

It really is.

Chapter 217: I've finished speaking, who objects?

Harunobu treated them to a meal at a high-class ryotei (traditional Japanese restaurant) in Asakusa, which featured a retro Japanese style.

So when he led Amu Hosho into the reserved private room, he saw thirteen low tables arranged symmetrically on both sides, and a separate low table at the head of the room.

Harunobu glanced at the thirteen burly men who were already seated, and amidst their complex gazes, he led Hosho Amu to his seat.

"Good evening, everyone." Harunobu raised his glass, while Hosho Amu picked up the white porcelain bottle, sniffed the mouth of the bottle, and confirmed...

Chapter 239

After Harunobu had specified the low-alcohol sake, half a cup was poured for him.

Good evening, Lord Ping!

The samurai, showing great courtesy, raised their cups in response and then toasted with Harunobu.

After a cup of sake, the atmosphere at the table became much more lively. Harunobu put down his sake cup and took the opportunity to say, "Since we are all samurai, I won't waste my breath like those boring bureaucrats. Let's get straight to the point."

After giving the samurai some breathing room with his empty words, Harunobu continued, "Master Hosho should have already explained why I invited you all. I wonder if you have thought about your responses yet?"

The samurai, who were just about to agree with Harunobu's empty words and make some polite remarks, suddenly fell silent.

Including Qingkong Hall of Qingxin, there were a total of fourteen dojos present, each of whom was a prominent figure in the area, the kind who could buy melons without paying. But in front of Qingxin, they were all extremely well-behaved, including the owner of Fengxin Hall in Shigoya Ward, Pinglan Dazhong.

He's the one who insulted Harunobu during the True Sword Trial Tournament, only to be humiliated by both Hanazawa Nana and Koneko. But now, he doesn't even dare to look Harunobu in the eye, let alone insult him. Of the thirteen guests present, he's the most nervous.

There's no way around it; precisely because they're all samurai, practicing swordsmanship, that they know what it means to be able to slay that demonic dragon. It's no exaggeration to say that he probably wouldn't even last a single round against Harunobu—and more tragically, the moment he has that thought, the word "probably" is dropped.

A samurai whose spirit has been shattered is no different from trash.

Harunobu was quite pleased to see him like this. He was also a little surprised, because he hadn't expected Hirahara Daichu to actually come. He wasn't a saint; not seeking revenge was already a sign of his magnanimity. Although, mainly because he had already humiliated him on the spot, there was no need to hold a grudge; he could simply forget about it. Otherwise, he would have directly told Hosei not to come looking for him.

After a moment of silence, someone finally spoke up: "Lord Ping, is this an order from the government?"

“Of course not.” Harunobu said, looking at the speaker and matching his information with that of the kitten. His expression changed slightly. Not because of anything else, but simply because of the speaker’s name.

He was the head of Ryugetsu-kan, one of the four dojos in Shitani Ward. His surname was Abiko, and his given name was Nobuta. In Japanese, this wasn't a strange word, especially in this era. But for Harunobu… he had to hold back his laughter!

"It's simply because I heard that you all aspire to participate in the cause of helping the people and maintaining order, so I decided to be a pioneer and help you all." Harunobu successfully suppressed his laughter with a platitude. "Of course, there's also a bit of my own selfish motive, because the manpower of my Aozorakan is no longer enough to handle the increasing number of requests these days."

My grandson, the headmaster, murmured, remaining silent. But Harunobu's amiable reply had already eased the tension, and immediately someone else raised a new question: "Lord Taira, does our Bracer Guild need to obey your orders?"

The moment the question was posed, everyone perked up their ears. These samurai certainly wanted a piece of the pie in the "Guerrilla Wave," which Harunobu had already proven profitable, but they didn't want another boss above them. Thus, they were caught in a dilemma, wanting some things while also not wanting others.

Harunobu still gave an affirmative answer: "Of course we need it. Guerrilla fighters really need credibility and reputation. If we let anyone do whatever they want, it will ultimately harm the interests of all guerrilla fighters."

As he spoke, Harunobu glanced at Hirahara Daichu. He remembered that this man had done something disgusting—using his authority as the head of the sect to force his disciple's wife—and had decided to get rid of this scum.

However, before that, we can make use of the waste.

With Harunobu's blunt gaze, the samurai present chuckled dryly, inwardly cursing Hirahara Daichu to the core. There was nothing they could do; with this guy standing there, they couldn't even use their noble samurai spirit as an excuse.

Harunobu seized the opportunity to launch another attack: "Furthermore, although you are samurai, you are neither servants nor have government law enforcement authorization. You can't even apply for an arrest warrant, so you can't do many of the requests."

"Uh..." The samurai looked embarrassed, their sore spot had been hit.

If Harunobu had previously used the Great Plains Stun to severely stun the samurai present, then now it was as if he had directly opened their major arteries and was bleeding them dry.

This is the biggest reason why the other samurai couldn't establish an organization similar to the Bracer Guild. Even though they, as samurai, could use their privileges to arrest people, their disciples couldn't. No matter how skilled they were in swordsmanship, they were still just ordinary people who couldn't even carry a real sword!

They can't possibly handle all the requests themselves, can they?

Of course, they could also secretly cultivate relationships with the local police, skirting the rules by using unsharpened knives, or even unusual wooden knives. But this kind of skirting the rules is a no-brainer; if they're not investigated, they'll be wiped out. After Taira no Harunobu has so clearly expressed his desire to control this industry, continuing to play these games is worse than simply having to duel with him.

Even if we don't win, just managing a draw might get us promoted to a higher rank that very day.

Ultimately, it comes down to the difference in strength.

If they had the same fighting strength as Harunobu, they wouldn't need to come here at all.

Like other Gokenin and Hatamoto in Tokyo, they not only created an organization similar to the Bracer Guild, but they didn't even bother to borrow the name of the Bracers, instead starting their own separate organizations.

The atmosphere at the banquet cooled down again, with only Baosheng happily drinking by himself, occasionally picking up a piece of food with his chopsticks to go with his drink, which made the other samurai envious and jealous.

The old man, he's become so arrogant just because he found a good son-in-law.

This was a complete escapism; they didn't want to think about how to answer Harunobu, so they could only shift their attention to Hosei Ichijo and try to change the subject in this way.

But Harunobu was getting a little bored, so he clapped his hands to get everyone's attention back: "Alright, I've said what I needed to say. I'm not forcing you all to cooperate with me, so let's start the vote now."

"Those who wish to join my Bracer Guild must abide by the rules and regulations I have established and implement the policies set forth by the Bracer Guild. I will also send people to investigate and review your behavior, so I hope you will not engage in any foolish attempts to test the waters."

"Of course, I will also have people teach you how to run the Bracers Association and make sure you can operate smoothly according to the rules without worrying about government issues."

"Now that I've finished speaking, does anyone have any objections?"

The author says:

Author's Note: Random thoughts from the Law Ring: Xiao Gao's stats are way too overpowered! My main account with 40 HP died like a pile of rubble. In the end, he reconciled with Shuangyue, with fingerprint shields, mountains of corpses, and Teardrop Brother! A pleasant departure. Then, poor Torina, her Griffith cosplay was so accurate! Xiao Gao is really inhuman, couldn't he have let the little boy be abandoned and let Torina choose the king instead? And fighting Prince Baylor, I thought I could defeat the tree without Storm, but Prince Baylor reaped 250,000 damage. Finally, I obediently upgraded the Dragon Slayer Sword to level 9, and together with Brother, we replayed the battle, and Prince Baylor was directly crashed in the second phase. So, finally, I'm still asking for a vote (??????)??

Chapter 218: The Person in Charge

As soon as Harunobu finished speaking, the room fell completely silent. Hosho Ichijo put down his chopsticks, forgetting his little task of dividing the samurai for Harunobu.

Because Harunobu's words were far too direct and arrogant. For the Japanese, who tend to be incredibly circuitous in their sentences, bow before killing someone, and utter phrases like "private Marseille," this was a rather extreme statement.

Some of the samurai were clearly overloaded with their brains.

Hirahara Daichu spoke for the first time: "I disagree. We are not your retainers—"

Chapter 240

Snapped!

Harunobu slammed his hand on the table, abruptly stopping Hirahara Daichu's shout. He stood there, mouth agape, like a duck being choked.

"Get out." Harunobu wiped the handprint off the table and didn't look at Hirahara Daichu again.

Hirahara Daichu stared blankly for a moment, then turned to look at the others. His gaze swept over them, but no one responded. He had clearly only stood up and spoken up because he sensed that no one could accept Hirahara Harunobu's outrageous conditions, and this was it?

Although he actually knew the reasons.

The chilling killing intent that Ping Qingxin exuded when he slammed his fist on the table was no joke. Although they all believed that Ping Qingxin wouldn't be so crazy as to kill them all over something so trivial, they also genuinely dared not test his limits.

The Bracer Guild is very profitable, that's for sure, everyone knows that. That's why they dare not try to take a share of Taira no Harunobu's profits, because if it's so profitable, it means Taira no Harunobu must value it highly.

Although Qingxin's main purpose was indeed to maintain public order and, incidentally, to eliminate those radical extremists, making money was secondary; the primary goal was to solve the employment problem for his disciples.

Besides the guidance of the ruling class, the voices of the people hidden among the masses also play a crucial role in shaping a nation's ideology. To prevent this country from becoming so delusional, a two-pronged approach is needed to strangle it completely.

But as I said before, the samurai present dared not gamble. A wrong gamble could mean the destruction of decades, or even centuries, of their legacy. Even if they survived, they would likely be tormented by pain and regret until their death.

In the silence, the samurai exchanged glances, then raised their cups in unison: "We understand, Master Taira... no, Chairman Taira!"

The development of a dojo is like learning swordsmanship: if you don't advance, you fall behind. Unless everyone unites to resist Harunobu, the dojo, backed by the Bracer industry, will inevitably grow rapidly, squeezing out the sphere of influence of other dojos. The final outcome is self-evident; nobody wants to be the sacrificial lamb.

Oh……

The samurai cast pitying glances at Hirahara Daichu, then looked back at Harunobu with awe and admiration.

The strong are always worthy of respect.

Harunobu raised his glass with satisfaction, and Amu Hosho poured him another half glass: "Come on, let's toast to our cooperation!"

"cheers!"

The warriors cheered and swallowed their drinks in one gulp.

Harunobu put down his wine glass, his tone becoming much lighter: "Since everyone is willing to cooperate, then we..."

Harunobu stopped mid-sentence, glancing at Hirahara Daichu, who was still standing there in a daze, his brows furrowing slightly. Before he could speak, Abiko Yakuza had already barked, "Hirohara Daichu, what are you still doing here?"

The stern rebuke snapped Pingyuan Dazhong back to his senses. Hearing my grandson's bastard's impolite, almost insulting words, his face flushed and paled in turns. His fingers curled and straightened, clearly indicating he was contemplating drawing his sword.

But in the end, he swallowed his anger, walked out of the low table, and left the private room with his head held high.

There was no way around it; everyone present was roughly as strong as him, and even the weaker ones couldn't be decided in just a few moves. Let alone so many people, even adding Taira no Harunobu… no, even adding Hosho Ichijo's daughter would put them in danger.

Recalling the dangerous killing intent emanating from that woman when he most wanted to draw his sword, Hirahara Daichu, who had already left the private room, couldn't help but shudder and gripped the sword at his waist.

A bunch of fools who are trying to get their hands on a tiger's skin will be devoured by that madman sooner or later, leaving not even bones behind!

With a low growl laced with rage, Hirahara Daichu stormed out of the restaurant. Countless people cast strange glances at him along the way, but no one dared to approach. After all, the sword at his waist was conspicuous, and his expression was ferocious.

However, in the darkness, several pairs of dark green vertical pupils fixed their gaze on his figure.

"Looks like... it might come in handy. Hehe."

The figure vanished into the darkness unnoticed.

In the private room of the ryotei, with no outsiders to get in the way, Harunobu finally finished speaking the sentence he had interrupted earlier. After hearing it, the samurai all felt they had made the right choice.

The Tianlan Trial is about to begin!!!

This news alone is almost worth it!

That was a grand strategic opportunity! Before the Emperor, and in front of the entire population of Tokyo—considering Japan's population distribution—this was tantamount to a chance to demonstrate strength before the entire Japanese people!

They had no illusions about winning first place; they couldn't even get past Hiraharunobu in front of them. As for the others... glancing at their "comrades" who had just been speaking in unison and enjoying themselves, the samurai revealed harmonious smiles. It was in these smiles that everyone could see the falseness at a glance.

After all, we're all samurai, so who doesn't know who?

But to be able to get this kind of information, no wonder you're the president.

Convinced.

And that's not even the whole story.

Qingxin said slowly, "Also, since we're all cooperating now, if you need anything to purchase in the future, you can contact the Qingkong Business Alliance. While we can't guarantee the lowest price nationwide, it will definitely be lower than the market price, and the quality is guaranteed."

"Or if there are other needs, you can bring them up and discuss them."

The warriors then revealed their differences: some simply nodded in agreement, some pondered slightly, while others' eyes were already shining.

Of what Qingxin just said, the only truly important part was "we can contact the Qingkong Business Alliance." Low-price procurement is nowhere near as profitable as doing business with large corporations and companies!

Furthermore, does this mean that Taira no Harunobu intends to expand into the business world...? No, it should be said that he has wanted to do so for a long time! Otherwise, why would he marry so many daughters of businessmen?

The samurai felt as if a sudden enlightenment had dawned on them. Previously, they had been blinded by Taira no Harunobu's strength and power, but now that they were allies, they discovered many details that they had not noticed before.

Taira no Harunobu, what a terrifying man.

Looking at the diverse expressions of the people below, Qingxin rolled his eyes slightly. Even if he said his dream was to live a peaceful life with his wives, no one would believe him now.

Okay, let's fast forward to the next step.

Harunobu clapped his hands: "Alright, let me say one last thing. Because I have a lot of things to do, I've entrusted all the affairs of the Bracer Guild to my wife, who is also my excellent disciple, Hojo Amu."

Does anyone object?

This time, there was unanimous approval.

from inner heart.

After all, they could all sense just how powerful the woman who had simply sat beside Qingxin, serving him food and pouring him drinks, truly was. Though they couldn't believe it, her extreme resolve was no less than theirs.

That guy, Hosho Ichijo, really did raise a good daughter!

Chapter 219: A Peaceful Life

A few days later, Harunobu finished his morning exercise as usual and prepared to go out for a walk with his cat. But as soon as he reached the gate, he saw Ms. Hiratsuka Raicho. She was one of the editors of "Seikatsu" magazine and had previously helped Aozorakan with free advertising along with "Kōshō".

They are still collaborating with Harunobu, producing advertisements and interviews, but unfortunately, there is no sign of them improving Harunobu and Aozorakan's reputation.

But there shouldn't be any work related to that today, right?

Harunobu looked at the kitten in his arms, who nodded knowingly and confirmed, "We haven't contacted them recently, and the Bracer Guild branch's publicity hasn't been booked yet. There hasn't been a gym that can pass Amu's test yet."

Amu Hojo has now officially become the vice president of the Bracer Guild and an A-rank Bracer. Her main responsibility is to train the other affiliated gyms, including Bracer rules and combat methods.

Of course, it was the other dojos that came to Aozora.

Chapter 241

Those trained at the gym will receive training, instead of Amu Hojo going to other gyms. Asakusa is fine, but going to other areas would waste too much time traveling back and forth!

Those philandering cats won't be kind enough to preserve her time!