Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Then, as he got within two steps of Saten Yoko, Saten Yoko sprang up suddenly, and instead of swinging her wooden stick, she thrust it straight forward.

The stick was plunged directly into the chubby boy's Adam's apple, the carefully whittled tip of the wooden stick inserted into him. The excruciating pain instantly shattered his fighting spirit, causing him to scream and stagger back a few steps, large tears welling up in his small eyes.

No wonder, if Saten Yoko hadn't been too weak and the stick too fragile, this blow wouldn't have just scratched his skin, but would have pierced his throat!

More importantly, the child's murderous intent just now was far beyond what a child should be capable of.

No wonder the first suggestion was to help her kill everyone; she probably wants to obtain some kind of Great Western King's talent.

However, Harunobu wasn't so delusional as to start drawing pictures of children, and he wanted to see what would happen if he didn't follow the advice—after all, this dream was far from over.

Just then, Saten's father finally arrived from afar.

He ignored Harunobu's presence, first hurriedly checking if Saten Yoko was injured, and then looked at the chubby boy lying on the ground crying loudly. His expression became extremely tense, and he quickly checked the boy's condition before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Then, as expected yet unexpectedly, Saten's father gave Saten Yoko a severe scolding. After all, no matter how reasonable one is, it's really hard for an ordinary person to bear the thought of their daughter almost committing murder.

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Saten Yoko seemed to realize that she had almost done something terrible, and she didn't try to explain herself. But as she was leaving, she stubbornly said, "He hasn't apologized to Nana yet!"

The chubby boy's parents, who had already arrived, stormed over, shouting angrily: "You vicious child! You injured my son and then demanded an apology! I think you should be sent to juvenile detention—"

"Ahem." Having watched the show long enough, Qingxin coughed lightly, and everyone who had been ignoring him and talking amongst themselves suddenly turned to look at him.

Harunobu winked at Saten Yoko, then drew his sword: "I saw what happened just now. Your child started it and used foul language. If you're going to send someone to the juvenile detention center, send your child there first."

If an ordinary passerby had spoken like that, the angry parents certainly wouldn't have paid any attention. But Harunobu was a samurai who had drawn his sword, so they immediately calmed down.

"Sir, she's the one who hurt my child..."

"You mean, if you're attacked by bandits, you have to worry about whether fighting back will hurt them? Hmm?" Harunobu looked at the fat parent, who was practically a giant version of the fat boy. "Apologize."

"Yes! Yes!" The chubby parent grabbed the chubby boy and shouted, "Quickly apologize to the adults!"

Harunobu paused in her action of sheathing her sword: "Are you deliberately provoking me? Hmm?"

"No, no!"

The chubby parent, sweating profusely, finally found the real person and sincerely kowtowed to Hanazawa Nana.

"Get lost." Harunobu waved his hand and walked up to Saten Yoko and Hanazawa Nana. "You two, do you want to learn swordsmanship with me?"

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Chapter 248: Talent: Unyielding Killing Intent (3/3)

Hanazawa Nana hesitated, looking at Saten Yoko, while Saten Yoko looked at her father. Saten's father, forced to calm down by Harunobu's intrusion, finally came to his senses, shaking his head with a wry smile: "Yoko, you decide for yourself."

Saten Yoko looked at Harunobu: "Samurai-sama, can I become as skilled as you by learning swordsmanship?"

"You might be right. That sword strike just now was really great." Harunobu squatted down and looked Saten Yoko straight in the eyes.

Saten Yoko bit her lower lip, her eyes wide with confusion: "But I was really strong just now, so why aren't they afraid of me?"

"Well, it's a complicated matter..."

Space flowed rapidly, blurring the image of the samurai and girl chatting in the park. In the blink of an eye, the girl transformed into a young woman.

The ferocious demon swordswoman put on her glasses, slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, and calmly walked out of the house. An elegant and poised upper-class child yawned as she stepped out the door, her schoolbag, covered in gaudy decorations, dangling from her hand with her casual steps.

Good morning, Yezi.

Good morning, Nana. Did you stay up late again last night?

"I glanced at the storybook a little." Hanazawa Nana raised her right hand, her index finger and thumb close together, leaving only a tiny, almost imperceptible gap.

"The entrance exam is coming up soon, are you sure you're okay with this?"

"No problem, no problem. Even if I don't pass the exam, my parents will find a way to spend money to get me in. Why don't we think about how we can sit together then?"

"You..." Saten Yoko shook her head speechlessly, "How are you going to live from now on?"

"Of course I'd be the Demon Blade Princess—oh no! I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Harunobu followed behind the two energetic high school girls, marveling at the changes. At the end of the previous encounter, Saten Yoko hadn't agreed to become his disciple, and naturally, Hanazawa Nana hadn't either. Things had come full circle, returning to their original trajectory.

After the dramatic events at the park, Saten Yoko became much calmer and less impulsive. Although she would still occasionally wield her wooden stick and sword secretly, she no longer talked about the Demon Sword Princess. In contrast, Hanazawa Nana became "disobedient" afterward, frequently asking Saten Yoko to go out and play. Especially when they were fourteen, she inexplicably stopped pretending to be a young lady and became a lazybones.

The former tomboy and pampered princess have turned into a clueless and grumpy person.

The catalyst was clearly that harsh lesson she learned from society. Saten Yoko probably realized that doing what's right doesn't necessarily mean it's reasonable, nor does it guarantee support. So she stopped being so outspoken and started to compromise.

After all, in the original trajectory, without Harunobu's help, the chubby boy obviously wouldn't apologize, and would probably even demand compensation—which is reasonable. After all, he was almost stabbed to death by Saten Yoko.

But wouldn't that be just like reality? Wouldn't that mean Saten Yoko wouldn't be able to awaken her talent?

Harunobu didn't regret his intervention; even in a dream, he couldn't just stand by and watch others gang up on Saten Yoko. The system's intervention suggestions were all a bit too extreme—either they suggested murderers or human traffickers, and the third suggestion was utterly ridiculously treacherous.

Let's keep watching, at least this dream is still going on.

It's good to look at JK leaves too.

So, Harunobu followed the two high school girls to their school, watched them walk into the classroom, finish their morning classes, and then take their lunch boxes to the rooftop.

Then, Saten Yoko took a mask out of her bag and put it on her face, while Hanazawa Nana skillfully pulled out a shiny katana wrapped in oil paper from a hidden corner on the rooftop.

"It's all been investigated. This afternoon, the third shift is going to visit Tokyo Women's University. That lecherous old bastard will be left alone in the office."

Handing the katana to Saten Yoko, Hanazawa Nana skillfully helped Saten Yoko change out of her uniform and into a plain black haori.

“Okay, see you at the usual place.” Saten Yoko raised her right thumb, which was then pressed down by Hanazawa Nana: “What do you mean, ‘usual place’? We have class this afternoon. Take this with you.”

"what is this?"

"The body-dissolving potion I prepared, although it can't dissolve bones, is still pretty big in his office, isn't it?"

"Don't mess with such dangerous things again."

Saten Yoko placed the glass bottle into a hidden pocket inside her haori, then smoothly slid down the drainpipe on the side of the rooftop to the third floor, passed through an open window, and slipped into an office.

Qingxin naturally followed her inside, and the system notification arrived as expected.

[Should we interfere with Saten Yoko's assassination attempt?]

Taking advantage of the frozen space, Qingxin searched through the office and confirmed that the office's owner—the bald, middle-aged man who was taking a nap—was a scumbag who molested female students. He then chose "no."

As the space resumed its flow, Saten Yoko tiptoed to the middle-aged man and swiftly stabbed him through the throat with a single stroke, twisting the katana as she did so.

Then she dragged the middle-aged man into the bathroom attached to the office, took out the dissolving liquid that Hanazawa Nana had given her, and spent fifteen minutes dissolving him into a skeleton. Then she spent another ten minutes rinsing the skeleton clean, and dragged the clean, odorless skeleton to the bookshelf, and then into the secret room behind the bookshelf.

By the time Saten Yoko returned to the rooftop and changed back into the schoolgirl's hakama, less than half of the lunch break had passed. The tempting fried shrimp tempura in Hanazawa Nana's lunchbox was still slightly warm.

"nailed it?"

"It's done. One less scoundrel to bully others." After wolfing down a mouthful of rice, Saten Yoko returned to the classroom at the usual time.

No one realized that this quiet, ordinary high school girl had just killed their principal.

The space was again when the school bell rang.

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It froze, but this time no new prompts sounded.

Instead, it was Saten Yoko's voice: "Whoa—am I really that scary?"

Harunobu nodded and pinched Saten Yoko's cheek, who had suddenly appeared in front of him: "Yeah, I never thought my little Yoko was so scary."

"It's all your fault, Teacher's College. If you hadn't talked to children about such complicated social issues, how could she have become such an extreme vigilante!"

Saten Yoko nestled in Harunobu's arms, chattering away.

"So, did you just wake up, or were you watching the whole time like me?" Harunobu lowered his hand and squeezed the more elastic rear armor.

"I just woke up, and I was just telling you, Nana was such a good actress when she was little—" Saten Yoko chattered on about her childhood. Harunobu listened quietly until she quieted down on her own.

Qingxin then slowly spoke: "So, do you think this development is better?"

“Of course—” Saten Yoko drawled, then suddenly changed her tone at the peak, “It’s still best to stay with the teacher training school!”

"While I'm not surprised, why?"

“Because a dream is just a dream. Compared to this kind of dream, I still prefer the days I spend with my husband. After all, I'm not a child anymore.” Saten Yoko looked up at Harunobu with a smile. “Besides, to have taught me to be like this, you must be a master in this field, right?”

"Like, a Bracer or something?"

As Saten Yoko's whispered words faded, the system notification sounded again:

[Talent Awakening Completed]

[Saten Yoko acquires the SR talent: Unyielding Killing Intent]

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Author's Note: Three chapters completed, totaling 8600 words. I'm starting to get cocky! So please send 2500 words to those who urge for more chapters, otherwise I won't get them tomorrow, thank you /_ I didn't expect to write so much. All I can say is, ah, this is what electronic impotence is like. By the way, you guys, your subscriptions have dropped so much without the erotic content (；′⌒`), this isn't a pornographic novel, lol! Finally, please keep reading, I've been reading naked for so long o(TヘTo)

Chapter 249: Is this how you use the Unyielding Killing Intent?

[Unyielding Killing Intent: A heart as molten as the sun, forging killing into a blade. Increases mental strength by 50%, greatly enhances willpower, and instills a deterrent effect on enemies within the coverage area when activated.]

In the morning, Harunobu leaned against the headboard after waking up, looking through Saten Yoko's newly acquired talent, feeling a little surprised. Mainly because he didn't expect it to soar to SR in one go; he thought it would only be a step-by-step process from N to R.

Moreover, the effect is quite good. It not only increases mental strength but also adds passive effects triggered in battle. It's a bit of a pity that it doesn't increase learning efficiency.

Well……

Qingxin was about to check how many study points he had when he suddenly stopped. This was understandable, as his equally early-rising dragon had just fallen into enemy hands.

Good morning, my husband~

Saten Yoko coiled around Harunobu like a snake, her right hand expertly stroking up and down, stimulating the already incredibly familiar Mr. Dragon.

Haruno didn't hold back and hugged the idiot who had come to him, giving his firm, bouncy buttocks a good pinch: "You've forgotten your pleas for mercy last night after just one night's sleep? I'm in a really bad mood right now."

Saten Yoko licked her cherry lips with her red tongue, smiled, and gave Harunobu a flirtatious wink: "Then let me help my husband cool down~"

The beautiful snake slid into the bed with boneless grace. Before Qingxin could even respond, the dragon was swallowed into a familiar, warm tunnel. A nimble red tongue skillfully wrapped around its head, constantly stimulating its single eye.

Harunobu leaned back, his eyes slightly narrowed, savoring the waves of pleasure below, occasionally thrusting his hips in rhythm with the movements. Just over ten minutes later, Harunobu, who was preparing for even more intense thrusts, suddenly felt the dragon exposed to the air once more.

So the hard, angry dragon angrily pushed up the blanket, exposing the demoness who dared to fool it to the light of day.

With a smile, Saten Yoko straightened her back, her long, shapely, fair legs straddling Harunobu's strong waist. Her right hand plunged into the forest, opening up a honeyed path, and she slowly sat down.

"Teachers' colleges tend to prefer this kind of education, right?"

The girl slowly sat down, sweat from the intense exercise sliding down her face, across her swan-like neck and delicate collarbone, and disappearing into the small valley between her two nipples.

Then, just as it was about to reach the finish line, that small, alluring pink belly button was suddenly flung off by the protruding lower abdomen.

"Hmm~ the teachers' college ones are really big after all—"

The girl's clear voice turned coquettish, and Qingxin chuckled as he wiped the sweat from her face: "Silly girl, if you can't handle it, don't force it."

"That won't do, otherwise Sachiko-nee will steal away our precious time again." Saten Yoko pouted, which was unusual for her, as if, no, she was acting coquettishly.

This is truly a rare sight. Normally, Saten Yoko is quite "generous" and "polite," and never tries to be tough.

Seeing this rare yet familiar expression, Harunobu raised an eyebrow: "You still remember what happened in the dream?"

“Not only that, my husband.” Saten Yoko sat down completely and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. “I also know who bestowed my talent upon me and what its effects are.”

"So, don't worry—hiss!"

"How can it get bigger?! It's a teacher's college?!"

"Your posture is so rare these days." Harunobu couldn't help but pinch Saten Yoko's cheek, turning her pained expression into a smile. "You can only blame yourself for being too cute right now."

"Hmph~" Saten Yoko snorted triumphantly, then slowly stood up again. "I won't admit defeat, my husband, just you wait and see—"

The hard dragon was spat out inch by inch, its flesh walls writhing reluctantly, trying their best to hold on, but it was no match for Saten Yoko's tenacious will, only causing Harunobu to gasp in shock.

This tightness seems a bit ominous...

Before he could think it through, Saten Yoko, who had just gotten up, sat down again, and the dragon, who had only recently been freed from its restraints, was once again forced back into the cage. The honeyed passage, having already experienced loss, began to crush even more frantically, draining the dragon's body of its intense heat.

For Qingxin, it was like stuffing his penis into a smaller protective case, and the case was constantly shrinking and wriggling.

Pleasure surged like a tidal wave.

In particular, after Ms. Saten Yoko, who had sat down all the way down, adapted to the tearing sensation inside her body and began to move up and down rapidly, her waist with its clearly defined abs thrust forcefully, and her small, delicate breasts swayed up and down with the high-speed movement, leaving two distinct red lines in the air.