Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Ohhhhh!

For the Teachers' College! For Aozorakan! We absolutely cannot lose!

Mieko Yamashita is on fire!

"Your teacher training is getting more and more proficient..." Amu Hosho patted her slightly wrinkled hakama, which had become a little wrinkled from sitting for so long, and looked at Harunobu with admiration. Just a few months ago, he was an innocent young man who would blush even when saying sweet nothings, but now he has become a man who can openly and confidently show affection in public.

"Isn't this better?" Hirayuki carefully tucked Haruyuki Maru into her waistband, watching Harunobu and Yamashita Mieko interact with a look of affection. "It's better than the teacher being so self-pitying all day, feeling sorry for this person and that person, isn't it?"

“Of course.” Amu Hosho stretched. “In any case, we are able to live such a happy life now because of the teacher training college.”

"Hey, what are you talking about? Let's go."

"Coming~"

Amu Hosho responded, noticing the slight blush on Harunobu's earlobe, and her smile deepened.

Although I'm no longer shy when saying sweet nothings, I still feel shy when hearing them. It seems I need to say even more.

The disciples, who had already finished getting ready, laughed in unison, exchanging knowing glances with each other. Even the languid Hanazawa Nana was no exception. As a result, Shiranui Ran and the other three seemed a little out of place.

Kind of embarrassing.

So Yuan Xueying quickly said goodbye and left; she was going to the Tianran Lixinliu school for pre-match practice. Shiranui Lan followed closely behind; she needed to be on guard against any assassins among the large group of participants and spectators.

In the end, only Tsuchimikado Haru and Fujiwara Kaguya remained: a Pava who was obsessed with Pava and a chuunibyou brat. This made things a little less awkward.

As more and more people were called to the names on the loudspeaker, the initially chaotic scene gradually became orderly. Police officers and temporary security personnel entered the arena, guiding the crowd to their designated areas. Harunobu led Yamashita Mieko to ring number nine. Then came Sanjo Saori heading to ring number eleven, and Inoue Shibaya to ring number twenty-four…

Fortunately, these arenas are not far apart. With Qingxin's eyesight, as long as he occupies a high point, he can see them all and won't miss any disciple's match.

The reason so many arenas were used is because there were too many participants in the preliminary rounds. Once the number of participants decreases, it shouldn't be so complicated.

Harunobu stood in the canopy of a cherry blossom tree, gazing at the arena not far away.

Mieko Yamashita had already stepped onto the ring, politely bowing to her approaching opponent before placing her hand on the hilt of her sword. Her opponent was a rather young-looking man with two youthful pimples on his face, who had already nervously drawn his sword.

"Wind One-Sword Style - Middle School! Ise Ippei!"

He loudly announced his name, and Mieko Yamashita proudly announced hers as well: "First generation of the Natural Harushin-ryu school! Mieko Yamashita!"

The referee raised his right hand and swung it down forcefully: "Now—the winner is decided!"

Ise Ippei's expression hardened, then he collapsed to the ground, curled up like a roasted shrimp. His powerful breath control, which he had just prepared, was swallowed back down. He gasped for breath, coughing painfully, his body convulsing, making him look even more like a shrimp.

But he didn't have time to think about that right now; his mind was completely occupied with—what happened?!

I was just about to attack when... I got hit in the abdomen?

The excruciating pain in his abdomen reminded him of what had just happened. It was actually quite simple: the moment the referee gave the signal, the girl opposite him charged at him with a loud bang and stabbed him in the stomach with her sheathed katana. The immense force brought immense pain; he felt as if his internal organs had been pierced and torn apart before he collapsed.

"Impossible, how could it be?"

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"How could this be... I am... I am the strongest swordsman in the dojo!" he murmured, trying to stand up, but his movements froze as the sharp blade grazed his cheek.

"You're so persistent, it's really annoying." Yamashita Mieko looked at her opponent helplessly. This was a rare opportunity for her to show off in front of the teacher, and she didn't want to be wasted by an outsider.

Saori and Shibaya must have already finished their matches. As the first one to go on stage, she needs to at least secure third place!

Fortunately, the referee, who had just taken a step back, reacted and raised his right hand again: "Winner—Aozorakan! Mieko Yamashita!"

Great!

With lightning speed, Mieko Yamashita sheathed her sword and leaped off the stage towards Harunobu's position. Her swift change of expression left Ise Ippei, who had been trying to salvage his reputation with some harsh words, completely dumbfounded.

Finally, he could only get up dejectedly, put away his fallen sword, and walk off the stage in a sullen manner.

The Heavenly Examination is an elimination system; if you lose once, you can pack your bags and leave.

The duel, which lasted less than two seconds, surprised the audience, who began whispering among themselves and sharing their opinions. Conspiracy theories were quickly brought up, especially by audience members who had traveled from afar to witness this long-awaited spectacle.

Then they were subjected to a severe verbal attack by the locals.

Fun fact: Ueno Park is located in Shitaya Ward, which is next to Asakusa Ward, and it was also the area where the Bracers operated.

To the locals, it's perfectly reasonable for the Aozorakan Bracers to do something like this. A bunch of stinky outsiders trying to show off in Tokyo?

The outsiders, of course, wanted to retort, but as the wins and losses were announced one after another, they all fell silent.

"The victor—Aozorakan! Sanjo Saori!"

"The victor—Aozorakan! Inoue Shibaya!"

"The victor—Aozora-kan..."

Meanwhile, Harunobu was surrounded again.

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Author's Note: The massage parlor was quite fun, but it was a bit wasteful of paper (lol). And my draft progress has hit zero again. The next bonus chapter might have to be on the weekend? It depends on work. I feel like it's almost time to quit and run away. Also, please vote!

Chapter 265: Praise to Death

Not to mention the other spectators, even Qingxin himself hadn't expected that all of his disciples would win the preliminary rounds and stand out from the crowd. And not only did they win, but they all eliminated their opponents with incredible speed, so fast it was almost suspicious of match-fixing.

It can only be said that the first-time kill of Thunder Breathing + Flying Sword Style is indeed not at the level of this rank. The strongest contestant in the preliminaries is the Arcane Swordsman who has no mind, and when facing the disciples of the Blue Sky Pavilion who can briefly transform into a numerical monster with Thunder Breathing, they can only be completely crushed.

So, less than three minutes later, the Qingkongguan disciples, who had just separated, surrounded their beloved instructor again. Their chattering, boastful voices echoed, making everyone around, whether spectators or contestants, wear envious expressions.

It's too much, it's too much!

Not only ordinary passersby, but even those who were directly admitted to the university without having to participate in the preliminary rounds couldn't help but show expressions of surprise or envy.

Hayashi Uemon was the one who envied Harunobu, but he wasn't envious of Harunobu being surrounded by so many beauties; rather, he envied Harunobu for finding so many exceptionally talented disciples. Then he thought about all the idiots in his own Hayashi Uemon... sigh!

It's really annoying to compare people to each other!

"Hmph, as a warrior, you indulge in beautiful women. Sooner or later, your vital essence will be depleted, and your strength will regress instead of improve!"

These sarcastic remarks weren't made by Hayashi Emon, but by a man standing next to him. He was dressed in a crisp gray double-breasted suit and had his hair slicked back. If it weren't for the katana hanging at his waist, no one would mistake him for a samurai; they'd probably think of him as a lawyer or a financier.

However, he was undoubtedly a samurai.

Lin Youemon glanced sideways at his cousin: "Is this based on your experience, Nozawa? You were much more adept at these things when you were in your twenties than this kid."

Lin Yezhe stubbornly retorted, "I haven't married that many wives!"

Lin Youwei seized the opportunity and delivered a decisive blow: "That only proves that you are not even as responsible as Ping Qingxin. Why don't you count how many illegitimate children you have had over the years?"

"Other people's disciples are all wives, while your disciples are all children. You're quite proud of that, aren't you?"

Lin Yezhe, feeling incredibly jealous after his cousin exposed his past in the crowd, changed the subject: "Did you watch a few of the Qingkong Pavilion's matches just now? Are you sure you're okay?"

Lin Youwei snorted and let his cousin off the hook: "How many thunderclaps did you hear just now? How many of those young people down there do you think can be faster than lightning?"

"Is it really as fast as lightning?"

Lin Yeze couldn't help but ask a question, and then he felt a disdainful look from his cousin.

"How could they possibly be as fast as lightning? But are those young people down there even capable of competing with real lightning in terms of speed?"

After being repeatedly poked in the back, Lin Yeze was getting a little annoyed: "According to you, why don't we just give up and surrender?"

"Just like when you abandoned those women and ran back to get married?" Lin Youemen casually refuted Lin Yezhe's counterattack, and immediately changed the subject, leaving Lin Yezhe unable to pursue. "Besides, they have no will to fight back. When it comes to the main competition, this advantage won't be as great. After all, no matter how fast or heavy the sword is, someone has to use it."

"Besides, why are you only focusing on their disciples? As long as you defeat their master, even if their disciples lose a lot, it's still a win."

Lin Youemon stared at Harunobu, who had been submerged by his disciples once again, and couldn't help but stroke the hilt of his sword.

Lin Yeze nodded: "That's true, but if we defeat the Dragon Slayer Swordsman, can we call ourselves Dragon Slayer Swordsmen?"

“It’s me, thank you.” Lin Youweimen interrupted Lin Yezhe’s daydreams. “And your naming skills are as terrible as ever.”

Hey, you little rascal—

Regardless of the cousins ​​who had started fooling around, more and more people were watching Harunobu, and not everyone was as clear-headed as Hayashi Emon. Because not everyone had actually interacted with Harunobu like he did; most people had only heard about this young, suave dojo master from newspapers and rumors.

It's because Harunobu spends all his time practicing swordsmanship, either with his wives or practicing with his own.

Naturally, envy and jealousy began to spread.

Meanwhile, on a five-story building outside Ueno Park, Yakumo Kurenai nodded with satisfaction and took a light puff of her cigarette: "So, humans... no, youkai are the same."

White smoke swirled out, landing on Nakajima Toshiko's rosy, glowing face. Caution clung to her youthful, collagen-rich features, and the rapid, pounding of her heart, which had straightened again, spoke of her tension and unease.

Yakumo Kurenai turned her gaze from Ueno Park to Nakajima Toshiko: "Hmm, it seems you've taken good care of that old man..."

"Lord Yakumo, I..." Nakajima Toshiko tried anxiously to explain, but Yakumo Kurenai was too lazy to listen.

"Alright, shut up. Who you play with is none of my business, just complete the task I gave you." The red-haired fox twitched its ears. "That old man doesn't know as much about magic as I do. If you want to really become younger, and not just use illusions like this, think carefully about how you're going to allocate your time."

Toshiko Nakajima trembled and quickly bowed her head: "Yes! Please give your orders!"

"Hehe." Yakumo Kurenai chuckled, twirling her pipe. "It's simple. Next, we'll go and hype up Taira no Harunobu and Aozorakan as much as possible."

"You mean..." Nakajima Toshiko had already guessed what he meant, but she still sensibly left her leader a way to explain the brilliant plan.

Yakumo Kurenai glanced at her.

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He spoke lazily, "It's what you wanted to say. I want to make him the target of those warriors' envy. He already has enough women to make people jealous, and with the title of 'Unparalleled in the World,' I want to see how much time he has left to help that damn blond!"

"Yes!" Nakajima Toshiko replied respectfully. "I'll arrange the parade and magazine promotion right away. It'll be most effective if it's released before Aokiji. People always have a preconceived notion."

"Go ahead." Yakumo Kurenai stretched, retracted her fox tail and ears, and transformed back into an inconspicuous passerby woman before walking out of the building.

As she stepped out the door, a group of police officers rushed towards her. She tightened her grip on her pipe slightly, but the next second the officers had already passed her and were quickly climbing the stairs.

"Even places with absolutely no view are subject to regulation, that's really your personality, Ran." Muttering to herself, Yakumo turned at the intersection and parted ways with Nakajima Toshiko completely.

Fireworks continued to explode in the sky, offering blessings for the finally opening of the Tianlan Experimental Conference.

This airship fireworks show will last for several days, until the opening day of the main competition. And on that day, a Miss Fox will specially prepare the most dazzling fireworks.

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Author's note: You didn't expect this, did you? An extra chapter as a surprise!

Chapter 266: The Dark Hand Behind Public Opinion?

Elite of the Era! Women's Dojo!

Taisho no Harunobu! Taisho Musou!

Proof of Women's Power! Aozorakan is the Hope for the Future!

……

The increasingly outrageous reports were too much for Qingxin to bear. He threw the newspaper he was holding onto the table piled high with papers and sighed, "What kind of lunatics are these? Are all reporters these days..."

Harunobu couldn't think of an adjective that fit the era, but he conveyed the meaning.

The disciples in the room exchanged glances, gradually creating an atmosphere that Fujiwara Kaguya felt was a bit off. Fortunately, Shiranui Ran, sitting opposite Harunobu, noticed it too and quickly clapped her hands: "So, what do you plan to do?"

"What else can we do? We can't kill them all." Harunobu sighed again, as if he had no other choice. "Shouldn't the Special Higher Police have the authority to investigate reactionary speech?"

That is indeed true.

Shiranui Ran flipped through the newspaper on the table, calculating the manpower needed and the potential impact, and finally said, "Keeping them quiet is easy; they've obviously been paid, and they can also meet the reporting targets for the Tianlan Trial as assigned by the higher-ups. But aren't you worried that this will become evidence of their guilty conscience?"

Harunobu scratched his head and leaned back into Hirako's arms: "That doesn't matter. I just don't want to see this kind of awkward, forced flattery."

"Alright, I'll have someone go and tell them later." Shiranui Ran said, standing up to leave.

The door was pushed open at that moment, and Inoue Shibaya, looking rather grim, reported to Harunobu, "Master, someone's here to cause trouble."

To challenge them.

These words sound so familiar.

Qingxin never expected to hear it again.

Shiranui Ran, who was about to leave, stopped again and looked at Harunobu with great interest.

"Let's go see what kind of idiot he is." Harunobu stood up, took the sword handed to him by Hosho Amu, and strode towards the gate. The disciples followed without hesitation, arriving together at the gate where a large crowd had already gathered.

"Teachers' College!"

"Teachers' College!"

The disciples guarding the door immediately made way when they saw Qingxin arrive, and the noisy crowd was forced to shut up by a chilling aura.