Female Swordsman Training Dojo

As Hirako took a deep breath, a low rumble of thunder boomed across the sky. The afternoon sun seemed to fear its appearance, hiding behind the gray clouds and cautiously casting a sliver of light at Hirako and the ethereal human figure that appeared behind her.

At first glance, the figure appeared soft and frail, as if a strong wind could blow it away. But upon a second look, that illusion would vanish instantly, and the misplaced pity would immediately turn into respect, or even fear.

It's like having a gun pointed at you or a sword held against you; it's an innate fear of "a terrible weapon that can take your life," even though, outwardly, she's just a fit woman with a faint smile.

Hayashi shut his mouth, which had been about to loudly rebuke Harunobu for looking down on him, and looked at Hirako with a mixture of wariness and amazement. This woman, really, had only studied swordsmanship for less than half a year?!

Hirayukiko looked calmly at Hayashino Sawa, barely maintaining the most basic politeness, and introduced herself: "Tengen Seishin-ryu Okuden! Hirayukiko, reporting for duty."

Lin Yezawa drew his sword from his waist as if facing a formidable enemy: "Tenjin Shinden Koto-ryu, no ren no ren, Lin Yezawa, reporting for duty."

A tense atmosphere spread, and a figure gradually emerged behind Lin Yezhe, incredibly realistic and lifelike. It was a shirtless man wearing only a pair of trousers with the cuffs tied up. His face bore an eight-tenths resemblance to Lin Yezhe's, but his expression was extremely arrogant, his long black hair was disheveled in the wind, and he exuded an untamed aura.

At his waist hung a long, straight-bladed sword with a very long blade. Harunobu recognized it at a glance—it was the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, a style that all samurai in the world were very familiar with!

The only owner of the Kusanagi Sword is Susanoo, one of the Three Princes, who wields destruction, ruin, and the sea! Susanoo also has another name: Susanoo-no-Mikoto.

Hirayukiko's expression shifted slightly, and the phantom behind her withdrew its gaze from Harunobu, turning its attention to Susanoo, who was far more refined than herself. After a moment, she chuckled and drew a weapon from her waist that was identical to Harunobu's.

The Ama no Kusanagi was also drawn, aimed at the Susanoo no Naruto.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. The onlookers skillfully kept their distance, watching the two people in the arena with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. The reporters set up their cameras, their fingers trembling slightly as they pressed the shutter buttons.

"Aren't you going to attack?" Hirako bent down slightly, assuming a perfect iaido stance. "This might be the only chance we have to make a move, you know?"

Too arrogant! Too overbearing!

The onlookers all thought the same thing: You, Taira no Yukiko, are not Taira no Harunobu, but the person opposite you is a great swordsman who became famous even earlier than Taira no Harunobu. His signature move, the Ama no Kusanagi-zan, is said to be unstoppable and has even killed elite-level demons!

You're just a woman who's only been learning swordsmanship for less than half a year. Do you think you're really that great just because Ping Qingxin dotes on you?

Although the murmurs were hushed, the crowd was so large, and Qingxin and his companions had such keen hearing, that they easily picked up on them.

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Before Harunobu and Hirako could react to these idle chatter, Hayashi Uemon glared at them and, in a flash of inspiration, instantly silenced the annoying murmurs.

Lin Yeze cast a grateful glance at his cousin. Others might not know how terrifying Hirako was, but he knew very well how terrifying she was when he faced her icy aura. He could sense that behind Hirako's calm exterior lay endless, raging fury, ready to erupt at any moment and destroy everything.

He was very familiar with this feeling, because he felt the same way, though without such rage—this woman shared the same thoughts as him!

But isn't Natural Harukoku-ryu a form of flow? Why is the eldest disciple's mind set in Shinto-ryu?

Lin Yezhe's mind was in turmoil for only a moment before he quickly calmed down and focused all his attention on the demon sword in his hand. After personally experiencing the pressure from his enemy, he had to admit that this true sword battle meant that both sides only had one chance to strike, like two bolts of lightning striking at the same time, where the stronger would steal all the light and presence from the weaker one.

Or to put it more theoretically—"You are a god, but I am a god!"

When samurai with similar or identical mindsets fight with all their might, the loser suffers not only physical wounds, but more importantly, a wavering of resolve. Can Susanoo, who was defeated by Susanoo-no-Mikoto, still be called Susanoo? Does he deserve it?

We absolutely cannot lose this match!!!

Shedding all initial thoughts—anger and surprise—the desire for victory was poured into the demon sword forged from the tailbone of a giant serpent, tempered with sacred wine, and fueled by the first menstruation of a young girl. Though its appearance was dissimilar and the materials were of vastly different quality, it was undoubtedly a "divine sword unearthed from the tail of a lecherous serpent."

That is—the Kusanagi!

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Lightning flashed and pumped, like mercury spilling onto the ground, a dazzling display of light and color.

A terrifying scene, like a thunderstorm, engulfed the fragrant and tranquil Lin You Guan the moment Lin Ye Ze made his move. In other words, it was the instant this scene appeared that Lin Ye Ze unleashed his Ame-no-Kumara.

Bare-chested and wildly arrogant Susanoo, and neatly dressed and meticulous Hayashi Nozawa, simultaneously raised their weapons high and roared as they charged toward the enemy!

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This is a sword strike that inspires fear just by looking at it, as if the sky were collapsing and falling, or as if the sea were churning and surging. Not to mention ordinary people, even a warrior who has mastered the power of mind would have absolutely no chance of resisting this sword strike.

Hirako is no exception!

Her mind was so fragile, so weak, that she couldn't even solidify her divine body! Not to mention, despite being a Shintoist, the deity she conjured didn't resemble herself at all! Did she think she was one of those priestesses and shrine maidens who worshipped others?

Laughable woman, you'll be defeated by my invincible Heavenly Cloud Slash!

The blade descended inch by inch, seemingly slow but actually incredibly swift, almost like lightning. After all, he was a great swordsman; his fundamentals were absolutely impeccable.

However, just before this victory, Lin Yezhe suddenly heard a sneer. The sound was fleeting and elusive, especially in the midst of the incessant thunder, it seemed more like an illusion.

But Lin Yeze felt a vague unease, as if his determination to win had been clouded by a shadow.

The next moment, he heard the sound of a sharp blade being drawn with perfect clarity.

The silvery blade light was like a ray of dawn in a thunderstorm, or the warm sun piercing through the dark sky—incredibly swift, incredibly fast, and irresistible—striking into the middle of Lin Yezhe's demonic blade.

A harsh, teeth-grinding squeaking sound rang out and disappeared, lasting less than two seconds. Orochimaru was then sliced ​​in two by Haruyukimaru's blade, the shattered pieces scattering in all directions. Some were deflected by Harunobu, some landed in open spaces, and the last fragment pierced the body of a disciple of the Hayashi-yu-kan.

However, these are all superficial injuries and not life-threatening.

The clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, the thunder ceased, and the lightning ceased.

With Haruyukimaru holding his neck, Hayashi Nozawa looked incredulous and couldn't understand. He even couldn't help but say, "Impossible! How could you ignore the influence of my thoughts? Even if you and I are visualizing the same kind of god, it's still impossible!"

"Your lightning is too weak, that's all." Hirako pressed her sword forward slightly, leaving a red mark on Hayashi Nozawa's neck. "Admit defeat, or continue fighting?"

Lin Yeze gritted his teeth and threw down the broken knife in his hand with immense frustration: "I lost."

In an instant, an uproar erupted from all sides.

The author says:

Author's Note: Six chapters complete! I'm awesome! I was originally planning five chapters, but considering the gap in the last chapter, I reluctantly gave up my gaming time and wrote another chapter despite my sore neck and shoulders. Please vote and praise me! Setting Revealed: Samurai can visualize the same god, but what they visualize is their own perception of that god. These gods may have similar abilities, such as breathing fire, water, or lightning, but they are not essentially the same thing. Therefore, even if the names are the same, the actual details and strength of their abilities are not equivalent. As the saying goes, you're a dragon, but I'm even more of a dragon than you.JPG

Chapter 281: Winning Over After Victory

Aside from Aozora-kan, no one believed that Hirako could win, and win so decisively and undeniably. The victory was decided in a single move; the knife was practically at her neck. This was arguably even more powerful than simply severing Hayashino's head, because it showed that Hirako still had the strength to control the force of her strike.

This is simply impossible!

Lin Yezawa is a renowned swordsman who has been famous for over a decade. In his youth, he was a dashing playboy, and even now, countless women still admire Lei Ming's noble son. Moreover, over the years, he has slain hundreds of demons, including many elite-level monsters. It can be said that if he hadn't been unwilling, he would have already been promoted to the rank of Oiran.

Therefore, most people previously thought that Aozorakan's attack would be thwarted; even if they didn't lose, they wouldn't be able to secure a victory. After all, Taira no Shin's greatest achievement was merely slaying an elite-level demonic dragon, and even if it had fallen from the king-level, it was still just an elite-level dragon.

Ordinary people are unaware of the detailed differences in strength between monsters and simply judge them based on the officially announced levels. As for the "soul-scorching dragon flame" that is not even mentioned in the official statement, it is even less of a consideration for them.

However, reality doesn't change because of their misconceptions. Hayashi Nozawa, who they believed should have defeated Hiraharunobu, or at least beaten him, was actually killed by Hiraharunobu's wife with a single blow?

Could this be a fixed match?

This idea was quickly dismissed; their lack of information didn't mean they were fools. For samurai, especially those who ran dojos, reputation was paramount. Being defeated in a single blow by Taira no Harunobu's disciple would undoubtedly damage the reputation of Hayashi Yukan and Hayashi Nozawa, and he had absolutely no reason to do so.

In other words, he was truly defeated by Taira Yukiko, by a woman named Taira Harunobu?

People in Tsuburaya Ward only knew Hirahara Harunobu; they knew little about Hirahara Sachiko, only that she was an older woman and Hirahara Harunobu's wife. In Asakusa Ward, however, no one would find it strange.

Isn't it normal that he was defeated by our Inamitsu Gozen? What kind of amateur swordsman is he, coming to Asakusa to cause trouble!

The belated flashes of light from the cameras captured the breathtaking scene forever. It was a remarkably elegant sight: the resolute female swordswoman was retrieving her sword from the neck of her defeated opponent, while the proud swordsman hung his head in dejection, his neck bearing obvious bloodstains, making him appear even more wretched.

When the two are paired together, Hirako appears even more elegant, graceful, and dashing.

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After removing the drop of blood from Haruyukimaru, Hirayukiko returned to Harunobu's side, revealing a serene smile: "Your request has been fulfilled, my husband."

"You did very well, Sachiko!" Harunobu was generous with his praise and rewards, wrapping his arms around Sachiko's waist and gently kissing her red lips. Sachiko's cheeks flushed slightly, partly from the instinctive shyness of kissing in public, and mostly from her body, now in Harunobu's form, preparing for the next step on its own.

"Sachiko..." Harunobu released his first wife's fragrant tongue, pressed it against her curvaceous body, and quickly ran his right hand over her honey valley below, feeling a touch of moisture.

He grinned mischievously and whispered in Hirako's ear, in an extremely low voice that only those around him could hear, "You're burning up~"

Hirako, embarrassed and annoyed, buried her head in Harunobu's arms and bit his chest hard: "It's all because of Teacher's College that you've always been so nice to her..."

Although the onlookers in the distance couldn't hear what Harunobu and the others were saying, nor could they clearly see the expression on Hirai Yukiko's face in Harunobu's arms, their actions revealed it all. It was obvious that this valiant female swordsman, who had just defeated the great swordsman Hayashi Nozawa in a single move, was now acting coquettishly towards Hirai Harunobu…

Ah, life is so boring, I might as well just die.

Ignoring the crowd caught in an EMO frenzy, Harunobu released Hirayukiko. The newly aroused Shihandai gave Harunobu a coquettish look, then gripped the hilt of Haruyukimaru's sword, actively activating the calming effect. The newly ignited desire was dispelled by the spell, and the composed Shihandai solemnly surveyed her disciples until they regained their quiet and politeness, at which point she nodded in satisfaction.

At this point, Hayashi Uemon was finally released.

The first words spoken by the middle-aged man carrying the Shiba Inu made Harunobu almost lose his composure. He said, "You said you wouldn't go too far? You've already bled a little?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yezhe, who had been standing there in a daze, suddenly flew into a rage and pounced over: "So it was you, you bastard, who lured Ping Qingxin here!"

Hmm, these two really are brothers, right?

After watching the rather impressive hand-to-hand combat for a while, Qingxin, who had been observing the spectacle, spoke up quietly: "You were defeated by me, but Lin Yezhe was defeated by my disciple..."

Hayashi Uemon clapped his hands happily: "You really went all out!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Yeze punched him in the right eye: "Take this punch! You wicked brother!"

Seeing that the hand-to-hand combat was about to escalate into a physical fight, Harunoto, who didn't want to get a sty, quickly interrupted: "Alright, alright, there are children here, mind your image."

"Sachiko, tell me how you won just now."

The first half of the sentence was useless, but as soon as the second half was said, the two old men who were just using the cross lock on each other immediately stood up, obviously also very eager to know how Hirako had done it.

Furthermore, they didn't forget to cast grateful glances at Qingxin. They weren't stupid; they knew Qingxin was deliberately doing them a favor. After all, how could Qingxin, as a teacher, not know what tricks his disciple had used? And even if he really didn't know, he could have asked after returning home, instead of saying it in front of them.

For a swordsman, losing is terrible, but what's even worse is not knowing why you lost and having no chance to make up for it. Conversely, if you can learn from your mistakes and grow from them, then failure is not so terrible.

Of course, Hirako wouldn't refuse Harunobu's request, and immediately said, "It's actually very simple. Although Master Lin's mind seems incredibly powerful, it is actually too complex, with too many contradictions and gaps within it. I just seized that moment and used my lightning to influence his lightning in return."

"Mmm." Harunobu pretended to understand, fooling the Hayashi brothers who had preconceived notions, but Hirako saw through him immediately. So she carefully said again, "Well, this is the first time I've encountered this situation; but the Hayashi Master's mind feels to me like a statue forcibly glued together many different things. It looks incredibly powerful and is quite formidable, but compared to my Susanoo, it seems too loose and would collapse at the slightest touch."

Harunobu felt he understood now.

It's a matter of overwhelming superiority.

The SSR-rank Susanoo completely overwhelms the R-rank Susanoo.

Oh right, both Lin brothers have R-level talent.

Lin Yeze felt he understood: "I see. You only focused on the visualization of lightning. It seems I underestimated you and didn't realize that. But that makes sense. Your strongest swordsmanship in the Natural Harushin-ryu school is the Sword of Lightning, so specializing in the God of Lightning is quite reasonable."

"I have to admit, you're outrageous, even more outrageous than me."

Hirako frowned. She had a gut feeling that Harunobu and Hayashi Nozawa had misunderstood something. She could break through Hayashi Nozawa's mind so easily, so it shouldn't be these issues. After all, she had never focused solely on the Thunder Sword.

But after thinking about it, she decided to tell Shifan about it later and let Lin Yeze continue to misunderstand, since he wasn't one of her own.

Having confirmed that he had successfully resolved the feud and won over the Lin brothers, Qingxin called his disciples to regroup and prepare to hunt down the next target on the list.

The author says:

Author's Note: The next chapter will be about sardonic moments. Sardonic moments are still more appealing. Even with a series of extra chapters, sardonic moments are more cost-effective. However, even so, they won't take up a large portion of the story. The plot will still take priority. (￣︶￣*)

Chapter 282: Four Uses of a Bicycle (4K)

The fiery red sunset stretched across the horizon, the fading yellow sun lingering on the mountaintop, reluctant to sink below the horizon, its light tinged with the sound of silvery laughter. Female swordsmen, riding bicycles swiftly along the deserted road, laughed joyfully, occasionally making a graceful turn to leave Qingxin with a sweet kiss or a gentle embrace before speeding away, leaving Qingxin, who was preparing to retaliate, only able to grasp at thin air.

Then the laughter grew much louder.

Qingxin couldn't help but wrinkle her nose and waved her fist at the few who were laughing the loudest, indicating that they would be in for a surprise that night—and now even more people were coming down.

In the end, it was the teacher who had to step in. With a single glance, he easily subdued the smug girls, making them obediently put their hands back on the handles instead of using them to emphasize their chests or buttocks.

Clearly, the group from Aozorakan is now on their way back. Today's hunt is complete, yielding a total of 4000 Study Points. This is significantly less than yesterday, mainly due to the long morning delays and the fact that today's destinations are quite far from Asakusa. Even with bicycles, the journey still took considerably longer.

However, this only considers the system rewards. If we take into account the reputation boost from defeating these dojos, as well as the increase in the disciples' strength and confidence, then the gains are actually greater than yesterday's.

In short, with today's 4000 points, plus the 6000 points I got yesterday, I've accumulated enough for a ten-pull with Haruno. Unfortunately, the system clearly doesn't have a pity system for ten pulls, and it doesn't even allow me to use all of Haruno's points at once; I can only pull one at a time.

Qingxin planned to go home, burn incense, take a bath, and then devoutly rub the lucky cat before drawing a prize.

As soon as he returned to the Blue Sky Pavilion, before he could even park his bicycle, he noticed the familiar, wild gaze. Helpless, he could only activate the barrier again to block out the dim sunlight.

Hirako was the first to embrace Harunobu. The calming effect could suppress her physical desire, but it couldn't suppress her love for him. Especially after all those maids' harassment, and Harunobu's indulgence of them—I'm angry!

The plump fruit pressed against the hard chest, and the tender red lips indulgently nibbled at Qingxin's big mouth, but allowed his tongue to invade her lips and grab her soft red tongue.

Harunobu grabbed Hirako's ample, plump buttocks and kneaded them forcefully.

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As he did so, his ten fingers sank completely into those firm and elastic buttocks. The familiar touch and the unusual environment made him even more excited, and Hirako's proactive advances made him even more itchy.

Although there are no new equipment, it's actually more exciting this way.

The two, their lips slightly swollen from kissing, finally separated their foreheads, which had been pressed together, and simultaneously licked their lips. Hirako skillfully removed her clothes, lifted one leg, revealing lush pubic hair.