Female Swordsman Training Dojo

The blade flashed swiftly amidst the thunder, like lightning accompanying the clash. A mournful cry and the sound of the blade sheathing rang out simultaneously. Amu Hosho swept her cold gaze over the astonished Shimizu Kato, who seemed still unaware of what had happened.

Until the second half of Harunobu's sentence cut through the noise and reached Kato Shimizu, whose legs had shrunk and who was kneeling on the ground: "Are you brainless? No wonder the people of Choshu look down on you so much, it seems there's a reason for it."

He glared angrily and resentfully at Harunobu, but Harunobu ignored him.

"Alright, Saori, Maya, Yuri, Lingling, Mieko—don't lose control anymore." Harunobu looked at the indignant Satsuma people and smiled, "Take care of them."

"Oh!"

The disciples whose names were called drew their weapons, revealing bloodthirsty smiles. Mieko, in particular, who had made a mistake before, was extremely focused and serious.

We absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot let the teachers' college down again!!

The Satsuma men drew their wooden swords from their waists—they were just swordsmen, not entitled to carry swords—and glared resentfully at Saori and the others as they pounced on them.

Then they saw the women throw something from a distance—a knife?!

"Don't accuse us of bullying you." Sanada Maya chuckled as she drew her sword, pointing it at the Satsuma people. "Draw your swords, Satsuma people. And then, recognize your despicable and cowardly nature, hahaha—hey! You guys! Don't always beat me to a fight!"

Bridgewater Lily chopped down a horrifyingly loud giant, then ran towards her next move, all the while complaining to her friend: "You talk too much, you chuunibyou."

"I'm already a sophomore!" Sanada Maya shouted as she lunged into the crowd, completely unaware of the disapproving look from Hira Sachiko behind her.

“That’s sophomore idiot!” Bridgewater Lily stepped aside, simultaneously stomping on the bare toes of another enemy. The thick-soled leather boots brutally trampled the fool who liked to fight barefoot in clogs, and as he screamed, the back of the knife slammed into his head.

Amidst laughter and conversation, Kato Dojo—fell flat on his face.

Qingxin's diligence points will be increased by 1000.

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Author's Note: Being able to enjoy the teacher's college all to myself is worth the price of killing! So please vote for me! Also, I definitely won't be able to write 10,000 chapters today. I won't be able to get the urging vote from Brother Tianqiu, I really don't have enough drafts. Saturday, if nothing unexpected happens these next few days, I should be able to save up four chapters by Saturday, hmm.

Chapter 271: The First Day's Harvest

"I concede—you guys won!"

As the sun set, its afterglow like blood. The warrior, missing a hand, knelt on the ground, his face contorted with grief, his voice bitter and resentful.

But Harunoku felt no sympathy for him, only found it amusing: "Oh, but I don't think we've won yet... Yezi, one more."

Saten Yoko took a step forward, and held the still-bleeding Chihiro...

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Torimaru pointed to the few remaining disciples of the samurai who were still standing: "Who's next?"

The blood and scattered limbs on the ground testified to the fate of those who stood up. The swordsmen, who had been completely broken, had no courage to stand up and just huddled together with their heads down.

Harunobu shook his head regretfully and patted the samurai's head: "It seems your disciples aren't as brave as you said... So, do you want to try again?"

Saten Yoko turned her gaze to the kneeling samurai. Sensing the eager look in his eyes, the samurai felt another sharp pain shoot through his severed arm.

He gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but as soon as he exerted force, a weak and sore feeling came from his legs. It was the residue of being struck hard by the scabbard, and also the aftereffect of his will being directly shattered.

He slumped to the ground, burying his face in his hands and weeping: "I lost, I lost! You won! Are you satisfied now! You madman!!"

"I'm sick of hearing that, you coward." Harunobu waved his hand in disgust. "And you call yourself a master of the Katori Shinto-ryu school of martial arts, what a disgrace!"

"Take your men and get out of here, but if I hear you say anything more nonsense, you know what will happen."

The samurai took two deep breaths, barely regaining some strength, and stood up: "If I had known earlier, I... never mind, but what you did was really too much."

"Who told you to have such great power and so many people?" Qingxin waved his hand at his disciples. "That's enough for today."

"Huh? We haven't even made a move yet~"

"That's right, in the end it was Shiba and the others who did all the work!"

"It's not evening yet, is it? Let's go to the next place!"

"Yeah, yeah, teachers' college~ How about it~"

The disciples who failed to secure a day of exclusive access to Seishin began to whine and act spoiled, but their behavior appeared somewhat horrifying to onlookers, especially the samurai and swordsmen who had just been defeated or even lost their limbs.

Are all the women at Aozorakan bloodthirsty lunatics?!

Before Harunobu could answer, Hirako, standing behind him, had already looked up and scanned the surroundings, and a hush fell over the area. The earlier chirping and chattering seemed to have been an illusion; the disciples of Aozorakan were already lined up neatly, waiting to depart.

"Don't worry, there'll be another chance tomorrow." Harunobu patted Hirako on the back and said to his disciples, who were also his wives, "Besides, it's already this late. If we don't go back soon, the evening will slip away."

A soft murmur of laughter, as if they weren't on a bloody battlefield, but had returned to the Azure Sky Pavilion. Many people's eyes had shifted from boiling murderous intent to tender affection, fixed intently on Qingxin.

...Can we reconcile now that he has taken back what he just said?

In short, the disciples of Qingkong Pavilion, who were like tigers released from their cages, finally returned home, leaving behind only a group of onlookers who spread the story, which had already rapidly evolved into dozens of versions.

According to them, Harunobu had raided nearly twenty dojos in a single day, and the number of people he had killed had filled the cemetery of Senso-ji Temple.

However, in reality, Qingxin didn't kill anyone. The worst off were those who lost their hands and feet. If a good spellcaster were found, there was still a chance to get them back.

In fact, we only chose six dojos, since traveling takes time, and we were traveling with a large group of people, so we couldn't just use the highest speed.

It wasn't bad, though. I netted 6000 Diligence Points in one day, not including the feedback from disciples who improved during battles. But that wasn't much, since most of the disciples who fought were ordinary disciples not on the disciple roster, and they couldn't give Qingxin feedback on Diligence Points.

In short, I'm still a ways off from a ten-pull.

But this is still a great harvest. It's true that doing tasks is the best way to accumulate study points.

And after today's battle, there should be far fewer of those idiotic comments. Those who were just watching and those who were blindly following the trend, especially those brain-dead media outlets, should be trembling with fear right now, right?

Okay, fine, we can remove the "right?" now.

Harunobu raised his hand and waved to the fox-like girl who was rushing over from a distance. Utterly exhausted, Shiranui Ran quickly arrived beside him, hands on her hips in an annoyed tone: "Why did you have to make such a big fuss?"

"Otherwise, how could those fools understand my determination? Besides, I've already been very restrained; not a single person has died." Harunobu hugged Hirako, grinning and acting like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

Shiranui Ran took a deep breath, feeling inexplicably irritated. She hadn't been like this just a moment ago—ah, it must be because that bastard's expression was too irritating.

Her gaze swept over the valley where Hirako's arm had been deeply engulfed by Harunobu's, and the fox-like woman subtly straightened her back, making her two ample breasts, which were not much smaller than Hirako's, stand out. However, her tone remained somewhat cold and hard, as if she were there to pick a fight: "Do you know how much trouble you've caused today? Attacking a samurai in front of so many people, and even causing numerous maimed injuries! Your nickname is almost changing from Dragon Slayer to Man Slayer!"

"I wouldn't call myself a 'man-slayer,' considering I haven't killed a single person," Harunobu said seriously, even with a hint of regret. After all, as a swordsman, the title of "man-slayer" held a strange allure, much like Battosai.

Shiranui Ran stomped her foot: "Don't try to change the subject! Don't you know that doing this will only damage your reputation? You could have just waited until the main tournament, and those media outlets wouldn't have been hard to deal with."

Miss Fox spoke loudly for a long time, but her tone became increasingly strange. Mainly, seeing Qingxin's indifferent expression, she found it hard to control her anger.

This is different from killing those Yakuza or Tongxinhui members in the past. They were either social scum or rebels. Killing more would be a good thing, a brilliant move! And even if we didn't kill them, we couldn't become friends with them anyway, so we might as well strike first.

But these samurai are different now. They haven't committed any crimes; they've only spread some negative rumors. Even the strictest law enforcement wouldn't warrant cutting off their hands or feet. Moreover, we could easily use a gentler approach to turn them from enemies to friends, instead of offending them to death like this.

Taira no Harunobu is, after all, a samurai who runs a dojo, and he'll inevitably have more contact with them in the future. Making enemies like this will have far more negative than positive effects on his career!

Harunobu, unusually, did not interrupt the other person's long-winded speech and listened attentively to Miss Fox's loud rambling.

"Are you calm now?" Holding Hirako, Harunobu looked at the fox-girl's white fox mask and said easily, "What you said makes a lot of sense, and I appreciate your consideration for me. But, compared to what you said, there's something else I value more."

Harunobu gently stroked Hirako's face with his left hand, then turned his gaze to the side. Shiranui Ran followed his gaze, looking at the group surrounding Harunobu—his wife and disciples. At the same time, Shiranui Ran noticed the strange looks they were giving her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked away, asking, "What?"

Qingxin laughed and said, "That's the reputation of my wives. It doesn't matter if they say I'm a lecherous man or a bully, but if they say my wives only know how to flirt and seduce men, and use their looks to climb the social ladder, then I'll kill their whole family—look, I haven't even killed anyone, I'm giving the law a lot of face."

Yes, you didn't kill anyone. You just beat them to their knees in front of everyone in the street and forced them to admit that they had completely lost to Qingkong Pavilion. You didn't even lift a finger yourself; instead, you had these female disciples do it, personally beating them to their knees.

Finally, you should take away their signboard, or simply take a photo as a record.

It would be better to kill their whole family.

Shiranui Ran had a flood of complaints churning in her mind, but looking at that face that was being firmly fixed on by countless gazes,

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She didn't say anything.

He just patted his mask at the end and said, "Fine, I'm really fed up with you... You absolutely mustn't kill anyone, at least not in the street!"

"Yes, yes, please, Lord Fire Demon!"

Harunobu smiled obsequiously. Shiranui Ran usually disliked obsequious people, but seeing Harunobu's expression, she suddenly felt much better.

"I have something to do, so I'll be going now. You should go back too, or you might encounter monsters."

Once Miss Fox had disappeared from the rooftop, Harunobu finally looked away: "Alright, everyone, it's time to go back~"

The kitten suddenly tugged at Qingxin's sleeve: "Teacher, the shop I mentioned last time is nearby~"

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Chapter 272: Victory Celebration Party

The bright moon shone on the Aozora Pavilion, casting a huge shadow that enveloped Harunobu and his group as they returned home. After a whole day of fighting—and it was exhilarating!—they should have been incredibly excited, but the group was unusually quiet, even strangely so.

What's even stranger is that they're all carrying a black package, some large, some small, but everyone's carrying one, and some even have several. Their eyes keep drifting towards these packages, and their faces are flushed, as if they've thought of something significant.

The only one without a package was Harunobu, who was walking ahead. But his reaction was also strange; his usually straight back was slightly hunched. Moreover, even though Hirayuki and Amu Hosho were beside him, he didn't make a move, but just kept walking forward on his own.

Something's definitely not right.

This unease became even more pronounced as Harunobu and his group passed through the gate and entered the barrier that enveloped the entire Aozora Pavilion. Everyone except Harunobu turned their gaze to him. It was an incredibly obvious and intensely aggressive gaze, fueled by the excessive adrenaline released after a day of fierce fighting. Harunobu continued walking forward as if oblivious, but for some reason, the previously transparent barrier suddenly appeared, transforming into a pitch-black sky.

The next moment, Harunobu felt something wrap around his calf, something furry, soft, and long...

"Wang~"

Amu Hosho's clear, girlish voice slowly exploded in Harunobu's ears, assaulting his reason. And this was only the beginning.

Hirayukiko pressed closer, biting Harunobu's earlobe and gently rubbing it, letting out a soft fox-like cry: "kon~kon~"

The dragon, which was already awake, became completely excited, even hindering Qingxin's movement, so he couldn't help but pause.

This pause allowed the dragon to fall into the cat demon's mouth.

"Master, meow~" The petite kitten meowed softly, biting Harunobu's belt and skillfully untying it with its tongue. "Meow, I can't hold back anymore, meow~ I want Master's big~ stick~ meow~"

The last meow was still lingering in the air when the dragon plunged into its moist mouth. The kitten skillfully licked the dragon's head, meticulously cleaning every part, including the crest and the single eye. The rich scent accumulated after a busy day made the kitten even more excited.

Ha, ha, Qingxin's, the flavor of a teachers' college—

The kitten knelt on the ground, her tender buttocks raised high, and a long, thin, pure black tail swayed from side to side as she unconsciously twisted, attracting Qingxin's attention.

He reached out and grabbed the tail, gently kneading it. The other end of the tail, tightly embedded in the pink bud, stimulated the kitten to raise its rump even higher.

Instantly, he felt the small mouth that was already tightly wrapped around the dragon become even tighter, making the dragon want to ejaculate even more.

He raised his hand, wanting to pat the kitten's head in encouragement. But the moment he raised it, his hand was snatched away by the tall fox spirit. Finally fully equipped, Hirayuki grabbed Harunobu's right hand, wrapped her large fox tail around his waist from behind, and her firm, voluptuous breasts swallowed his right hand, using their soft and elastic texture to take control of that part of his body.

Qingxin vigorously kneaded her two large breasts, the enormous orbs, too big to be held in one hand, deformed and swayed under his kneading, rippling out alluring waves of milk. On the other side, the little dog couldn't help but lick her owner's face. The salty smell of sweat and the scent of her owner's body stimulated the little female dog's body, making her unable to resist tucking her owner's left hand between her thighs and rubbing it vigorously.

"Mmm~ Master, woof~ woof harder~"

Its fluffy, grayish-white pointed ears twitched, gently scratching Qingxin's cheek: "Little...little bitch...can't hold back anymore, woof~"

Despite being attacked from both sides by three peerless masters, Qingxin still maintained basic rationality: "Back, back to the room..."

Bang.

A heavy, soft weight landed on Harunobu's back. Because she had to change into more gear, and Tachibana Nako was a step too late, she knew her advantage. She pressed her ample breasts against Harunobu's back, then stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, her voice slightly muffled: "Moo~ Master moo~ The little cow's... um, the little cow's... it's so swollen~"

Although he even forgot his lines halfway through, it was Tachibana Yuzu who reminded him, but the heavy weapon and the lingering milky scent still delivered a fatal blow to Harunobu in an instant.

He thrust forward suddenly, the sudden impact causing the kitten to let out a difficult whimper, the dragon's head even plunging into her esophagus. The pain of suffocation and dilation made the kitten's eyes roll back, but she still tried her best to cling tightly to the dragon and lick it diligently.

Fortunately, the next second, under multiple attacks, the dragon suffered a double defeat, both psychologically and physically, and went limp, foaming at the mouth.

"Cough cough... Ugh, gulp."

The kitten spat out the dragon, coughed twice, then quickly dribbled the white foam from the corner of its mouth, rolled it back into its mouth, and swallowed it whole. This was proof of defeating the dragon; it couldn't be wasted.

Swallowing the cloudy white liquid in its mouth, the kitten revealed an innocent smile, tilting its head back and opening its small mouth towards Harunobu. The remaining white liquid clinging to its mouth contrasted sharply with its pinkish oral cavity, and Harunobu could even clearly see the subtle peristalsis of the oral cavity walls, as if it was still yearning for the presence of the hard dragon from before.

The kitten's dreamy and innocent face, like that of a fairy, further aroused Harunobu's desire.

He also aroused the desires of everyone else.

The disciples and women, who had already changed, skillfully surrounded him. His clothes were expertly removed until only a clean, sensual body remained.

Without hesitation, Hirako turned to face Harunobu directly, raising her right leg to press her wet forest onto the dragon. The familiar entrance welcomed the dragon in, and the long-awaited sense of familiarity and fullness made the fox spirit let out a comfortable sound.