Female Swordsman Training Dojo

He could respond to sarcastic remarks with sarcastic remarks, or simply ignore them. But now he had no choice but to fight, and he had to win, otherwise being labeled a "good-for-nothing" would become his lifelong label.

Of course, if he wins, then Harunobu will become a clown spouting nonsense—if he wins.

"I'll fight you! You foolish brat! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have power. A true warrior lets his sword do the talking!"

Hiramura Daitsu spoke aggressively, but Harunobu took a step back. Just when he thought Harunobu was all bark and no bite, Harunobu looked at the lazy dog ​​at home and said, "Nana, you fight him."

"Damn it!" Hiramura Daitetsu was furious, veins bulging on his forehead. "You actually let a woman fight me! You cowardly bastard, weaker than a toad's grandmother! All you can do is hide behind a woman!!"

Hiramura Daitsu was truly enraged. He'd rather be knocked out by Harunobu in one move than fight a woman. Winning was expected, but losing meant he was less than a piece of trash!

But Qingxin only gave him a cold look: "You think you're worthy to fight me? You're trash."

My blood pressure skyrocketed.

Hiramura Daitsu drew his sword from his waist. The expensive sword, which he had bought at great expense before going to Tokyo, trembled slightly as he pointed it at Harunobu: "Then don't blame me for being too ruthless! Woman, you should blame your man for being too stupid."

Hanazawa Nana, who had originally planned to whine to Harunobu and continue being a lazybones, got angry upon hearing this. "What kind of thing dares to tell my Harunobu what to do?"

The air of resignation faded, and Hanazawa Nana took a step forward with a cold face, assuming a standard iaido stance: "One minute, I will defeat you in one minute, you piece of trash."

Hiramura Daitetsu retorted, "You fool who hasn't even found his own heart, yet you're quite the talker. Is it because you use that part of your mouth a lot?"

"So your foul mouth is because other people use it all the time?"

"asshole!"

Hiramura Daitsu, who had suffered another defeat in the spray-and-pray exchange, was practically spitting fire in his eyes. He changed his originally cautious mid-range stance to a high-range stance, and his mirror-like heart reflected Hanazawa Nana's movements.

Thoughts on Mirror Lake.

It can significantly enhance Hiramura Daitsu's dynamic vision and analytical abilities, achieving a bullet-time-like effect, allowing him to effectively spot flaws in the enemy's actions and their attack intentions. Therefore, he can respond calmly.

— It's essentially a lower-spec version of the Eye of Insight, and it also has a duration.

And in his mind, Hanazawa Nana's attack intentions were indeed revealed. Her target was his neck.

The attack method is a sword-drawing technique, a slash from the left waist diagonally upwards, with reserved power to turn into a horizontal slash halfway through.

For a woman, that's already quite impressive.

Unfortunately, she was ultimately just a woman; her strength and fighting skills were limited to this level.

Hiramura Daitsu adjusted his center of gravity slightly, preparing to dodge to the side and strike with the momentum.

Considering that he would likely have to fight Hira no Shinichi again later, he temporarily put aside his thoughts.

Then, a flash of light appeared—

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Chapter 269: A Bunch of Useless Trash

Nana Hanazawa

Chapter 291

He breathed calmly, a faint rumble of thunder emanating from his nostrils. His usual languid expression had vanished, leaving only a sharp and piercing gaze as he stared intently at the worthless man before him.

A strange feeling lingered in her mind, making her somewhat uncomfortable. She knew it was due to the influence of her thoughts, and she didn't know what her enemy's thoughts were. But it didn't matter; although she didn't know what her enemy was doing, she just needed to do what she had to do.

That is, I chopped that bastard down with one blow!

His half-bent right leg tightened even more, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his hands, gripping the scabbard and hilt, were as firm as rocks as he meticulously adjusted them to the optimal angle and point of force.

Then, without warning, Hanazawa Nana swung her famous sword, Kazegiri, amidst the thunder!

Like lightning, or a flash of thunder, the wind-cutting blade pierced through the air, carrying Hanazawa Nana across the several meters between them, and arrived in front of Hiramura Daitsu. Hiramura Daitsu, as if seeing a ghost, instinctively activated his previously deactivated mental energy, then turned his body, dodging the terrifyingly fast attack.

Only then did he have the mind to think about the knife path he had just seen.

That's right, it's the trajectory he analyzed with his mind before, only it's frighteningly fast, terrifyingly fast!

"Impossible!" Hiramura Daitetsu exclaimed incredulously, "How could a person be so fast—"

Before he could finish speaking, another image appeared in his mind.

That was the trajectory of Hanazawa Nana, whose first strike of the sword-drawing technique failed to hit, as she changed her move halfway through.

The upward-sloping slash to the right turned into a straight horizontal slash, still aimed directly at his throat. And this time, it was just as fast!

Hiramura Daitsu watched helplessly as Hanazawa Nana's sword drew ever closer to his neck, frantically urging his body to dodge. A powerful will to survive surged from his heart, fueling his will and, following his prayers, temporarily providing him with the strength to turn to the left once more, finally bringing his raised sword down in a downward slash.

He was already positioned to Hanazawa Nana's left, and since she hadn't fully turned around to strike, if he successfully dodged to the left, he could leap behind her on the left. That way, his sword could easily sever the woman's arm!

That's right, in the end, it was still this genius warrior, who mastered mind control at the age of twenty-nine, who was able to win! That woman who couldn't even find her own heart, die!!!

Under the terrifying speed of Hanazawa Nana and the blow of her straightforward and honest killing intent, Hiramura Daitsu had forgotten that this was just a swordsmanship competition. He only wanted to completely eliminate the woman in front of him who made him extremely afraid and disgusted!

He successfully dodged Hanazawa Nana's horizontal slash again and delivered a powerful blow.

Tranquility Style: Ultimate Technique - Round Mirror Slash!

Hiramura Daitsu felt he had never been in such good condition. This move he used was even more perfect than the one he used after burning incense, bathing, and worshipping the gods!

He wins for sure!

He could even feel the various surprised glances coming from the side, as well as the nervous look in Hiraharu's eyes.

Ha, just wait and see, the kid who acts recklessly because of his background, the next one will be—poof!

Hiramura Daitsu, suddenly struck in the abdomen, snapped out of his rampage of thoughts. The side effects of his overuse of mental power were dispelled, and reality was laid bare before him.

Hanazawa Nana gripped her sword in one hand, deflecting Hiramura Daitsu's uppercut, while her other hand, still holding the scabbard, plunged into Hiramura Daitsu's abdomen. Enhanced by Thunder Breathing, Hanazawa Nana's strength completely overwhelmed Hiramura Daitsu—even with the mental boost, his strength was only about 10-20% greater than an average person, since his mental power wasn't primarily focused on that aspect.

When he realized what was happening, he had already collapsed to his knees from the excruciating pain, exposing his vulnerable neck. Desperate, he tried to struggle, gripping the hilt of the knife as he tried to get up.

Hanazawa Nana calmly took a step back, gripped the famous sword Kazegiri in both hands, and raised it high.

The morning sun shone through the rooftop courtyard, casting its light down, completely ignoring the fallen Hiramura Daitsu, and illuminating only Hanazawa Nana, who stood tall on the "battlefield" like a reincarnation of Tomoe Gozen.

The next moment seemed like blood would be spilled on the spot. Both the onlookers and Hiramura Daitsu himself were prepared for this.

Given the current atmosphere, it seems a bit strange if he doesn't die...

"Alright, Nana." Harunobu grabbed Hanazawa Nana's shoulder to prevent her from actually chopping Hiramura Daitsu to pieces; the man didn't deserve to die. Of course, the main reason was that it wouldn't be appropriate to do so in public, otherwise it wouldn't matter.

I never expected my lazy dog ​​to be so fierce.

Harunobu patted Nana's head and pinched her slightly rounder cheeks, praising her generously: "Well done, Nana. If you can keep this up, you'll have caught up with Yoko a long time ago."

Saten Yoko shook her head dismissively, not because she thought Harunobu's judgment was wrong, but because she had a profound understanding of her best friend's true nature—she could never give up being a lazy dog.

As expected, with Harunobu's touch, Hanazawa Nana leaned directly into his arms, her lazy nature instantly awakening: "No—practicing swordsmanship is too tiring, I'm already happy with my teacher supporting me~"

Hiramura Daitsu, who had just gotten up, looked at Hanazawa Nana, who had instantly transformed into a silly, lazy dog, and suddenly began to question his existence. Was he still dreaming? After all, how could someone change their expression so quickly? Yes, he must be dreaming, otherwise how could he be defeated by a woman, especially one with speed and strength like a monster!

Rather, he probably dreamt of a female demon, right? Sigh, I should have known better than to patronize that Jorogumo shop yesterday, haha...

Why isn't he awake yet?

Under Hiramura Daitsu's somewhat dazed gaze, Harunobu, who had tossed the lazy dog ​​back to Yoko's side, looked at Hiramura Daitsu with a mocking expression: "Useless, you lost. If you're not convinced, you can find someone else."

Inoue Shibaya, Sanjo Saori, and several other relatively talented disciples who could occasionally defeat Lazy Dog were already eager to prove themselves.

The teacher said that anyone who makes a contribution this time can have the teacher all to themselves for a whole day! They can snuggle in the teacher's arms from morning till night, get up early with the teacher, eat together, practice swordsmanship together, soak in hot springs together, and then...

The bloodshot eyes of several gazes completely awakened Hiramura Daitsu, and the excruciating pain in his abdomen that he had forcibly ignored returned.

Haha, this is reality!

Hahaha—it turns out I really was defeated by a woman, a woman without any thoughts, in just two seconds.

He smiled bitterly and said reluctantly, "I admit it—"

"Who are you people! What do you want to do to my master's school!" A loud shout came from the stairs. The Hiramura Dojo disciples, who had finally finished dressing, stormed up in front of Hiramura Daitsu and shouted, "Don't think I'm afraid of you just because there are more of you!"

Harunobu watched this heartwarming scene of master and apprentice affection and nodded in satisfaction: "It seems you're not entirely useless after all, Hiramura Daitetsu. But you bunch of useless trash, since you're so eager to show off, let me see what you're capable of. Mieko, Maya, Shibaya, they're yours now."

The swordsmen of the Aozora Pavilion, eager for a fight, revealed bloodthirsty smiles.

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Author's Note: That's how we numerical monsters are. It's because his thoughts aren't displayed on the character sheet; Qingxin's original intention was actually to make the lazy dog ​​lose once, so she'd be more active!

Chapter 270: The Bloodthirsty Swordsman

There's not much to say about the battle between the Hiramura Dojo disciples and the Aozora Dojo disciples, because it was just the three Aozora Dojo disciples drawing their swords, slashing, drawing their swords, and slashing.

As for the twelve disciples of the Hiramura Dojo, whether it was four newly initiated disciples or five...

Chapter 292

The Chinese players were all easily defeated. The remaining three Olympic players were slightly better, managing to withstand an extra attack before being defeated themselves.

The main difficulty lies in slashing people with the sheath in one strike, and in not using too much force to kill them.

Even so, one of the twelve was unlucky enough to have half his arm chopped off, leaving blood everywhere.

"Mieko, you need to work on your self-control when you get back." Harunobu patted the little dimple with a mournful face in a lecturing tone. "However, I'll still remember your contribution."

Mieko Yamashita, her face instantly lighting up with a "Yay!" expression, returned to the crowd and stood obediently under Yukiko Hirako's calm gaze. Teacher's college is much stricter than teacher's college—humph, old woman!

Well, the following scenes are too gory, let's look away for now.

Harunobu picked up the hotel phone—in a place like Yoshiwara, a phone was standard equipment—and dialed Chiyo Shrine Maiden's number. The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, but after hearing Harunobu's description, it assured him it would come immediately to treat her.

Harunobu put the microphone back on its base and walked over to Hiramura Daitsu, who was standing around his one-armed disciple with a furious look in his eyes: "I have already notified the shrine maiden to come. I will pay for the treatment this time, after all, it was my disciple who went too far."

Hiramura Daitsu was taken aback, but his face remained cold and hard.

Qingxin didn't care and said to himself, "Seeing how much you value your disciple, I'll say a few more words to you—if I hear you slandering my disciple again, I'll kill you all."

The strong, scalding smell of blood, like fresh blood just flowing from a throat, filled Hiramura Daitsu's nostrils, calming his anger slightly. He glanced at his disciple groaning softly on the ground, then at the others who, though not seriously injured, were all bruised and battered. His hardened expression softened.

He turned around and bowed respectfully to Qingxin at a perfect 90-degree angle: "I am truly sorry! I sincerely apologize for my previous unfounded slander and defamation! I hope you can forgive us!"

Harunobu coldly scrutinized the back of Hiramura Daitsu's head, raising his voice: "So you admit that your Hiramura Dojo lost to my Aozora Dojo?"

Hiramura Daitsu's body trembled slightly, but he still answered loudly, "Yes! We lost! We are convinced!"

Qingxin listened with satisfaction to the system notification that he had gained 1000 Diligence Points and nodded: "That's settled then. I don't need the signboard anymore, but I'll definitely write it down on our family's loser list."

After all, having your name on the Broken Sword Stele provides a bonus.

Hiramura Daitsu naturally couldn't refuse this request, and even had to express his gratitude—it was better than giving away the family's heirloom signboard!

As for defaulting on his debt, let's not even talk about where he gets the courage and ability to do so. Just doing so would make him lose all face. That would be even worse than being a "good-for-nothing defeated by a woman." If he were to become a "dishonorable liar," he might as well commit seppuku right here!

"Miss Hanako, the shrine maiden from Inari Shrine is coming soon. Please tell her where to collect the money, because she sounds like a newcomer."

"Yes, Master Ping!"

Having witnessed the intense scenes of guerrillas chasing down Yakuza, the proprietress declared that losing a hand was nothing to worry about. To wail like a mourner over such a small matter—no wonder it's not as good as Aozorakan.

Watching Ping Qingxin leave respectfully, the proprietress suddenly regretted having given birth to a son; she wished she had given birth to a daughter.

It's not like she can't afford ten yen a month.

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it now. I should hurry up and save the register that Master Ping touched earlier! It might be worth a lot of money in the future, no, it definitely will!

The proprietress happily swayed her hips as she disappeared into the backyard.

Meanwhile, Qingxin had already led his disciples toward their next destination.

This time, the person was from out of town, and a very famous Satsuma person at that, even the school of thought was the standard Satsuma Jigen-ryu.

Therefore, Harunobu's act of kicking down the door quickly angered Kato Shimizu from Satsuma and his disciples.

"Kid, I'm going to cut you in two!!!" Kato Shimizu, tall and imposing like a demon, roared as he jumped from the second floor of the hotel, leaving two slightly dented footprints on the unstable ground.

The other Kato Dojo disciples who ran down the stairs were all burly. Although they seemed a bit short next to Harunobu, who was already 1.9 meters tall, they were quite imposing compared to the Aozora Dojo disciples who averaged only 1.5 meters or even less.

"No matter how big a piece of trash grows, it's still trash." Qingxin, adhering to his philosophy of simple, foul-mouthed spittle and ultimate enjoyment, continued his direct provocation, "So, trash, do you want a one-on-one fight, or a group brawl?"

"I'm going to tear you apart!"

Kato Shimizu, who was a head taller than Harunobu and must have been over two meters tall, roared and drew his sword to slash at Harunobu.

"So, it means a group fight is going to happen? Just like the Samoans..."