Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Huh? Why is Taira no Harunobu slashing at me? Let me pass, I haven't learned his swordsmanship yet—wait, what's that thing?

Before Kujo Hidekichi, engrossed in secretly learning, could react, a small tornado that had grown to the height of a person while spinning rapidly arrived in front of him and violently tossed him into the air.

Years of training and battles made Kujo Hideki realize a great sense of crisis, and he subconsciously began to struggle.

But he had already missed the best opportunity. The rapidly spinning tornado tore at his body, leaving him unable to exert any strength for the time being, and he could only be helplessly swept into the sky.

He was utterly bewildered. Wasn't Ping Qingxin's mind meant to protect? How could it create a whirlwind? Moreover, his mental strength couldn't even break through his illusionary blockade, so how could it interfere with him!

No, his mind didn't react to the whirlwind at all; this wasn't a mental attack at all!

This is--

Kujo Hidekiri's eyes widened. He had never heard of a samurai's mind being able to interfere with reality to this extent. Unprecedented—no.

He had heard of it. Indeed, there was a legend about a warrior who could turn his spirit into reality and kill his enemies with a single glare.

But how could Hiraharu's mental strength be so great?

Completely baffled, Kujo Hidekichi was unaware that a gust of wind was hurtling towards him.

That was Harunobu, who sensed that Kujo Hideki had suddenly taken to the air.

The Yasuo (a champion known for his speed and agility) noticed that the enemy LeBlanc had been knocked up. His next move is obvious, right?

The violent wind cuts off the breath!

Unlike his previous simple demonstration at the dojo, this time Harunobu held nothing back, fully revealing the profound secrets and ultimate techniques of the Wind-Riding Sword Technique. Combined with the control over airflow he had accumulated from repeatedly using the Wind-Riding Sword Technique with the Mirror Harunobu, a fierce wind had already swept around him the moment he leaped up, extinguishing the stone lanterns used as decorations in the courtyard and blowing away the colorful and exotic flowers and plants vying for attention.

Hirayuki loosened her grip on the sword hilt slightly, watching proudly as Harunobu soared into the air. The disciples of the Aozorakan also wore smug expressions. In contrast, the disciples of the Kujo Dojo looked utterly dejected, their faces as if their horses had died.

After all, the situation was too obvious: one side was immobilized by the sudden tornado, while the other side's surging and high-spirited momentum was also undisguised.

Kujo Hidekichi finally snapped out of his reverie, staring wide-eyed at Hiraharu Nobu, who was riding the wind. All the thoughts that had been swirling in his mind vanished instantly.

He was certain that even that legendary samurai couldn't possibly fly with a thought—

The blade was at him, the incredibly sharp demonic sword slicing through his skin, then pulling away, before slicing in again from another angle, then pulling away again, and so on...

The real Gale Slash doesn't have the time limit of the game. As long as Qingxin has stamina and the wind he can control, he can keep having fun.

And so, the once vibrant and magnificent Kujo Dojo, a picture of luxury, was suddenly ravaged by a violent storm. Needless to say, all the flowers and plants were reduced to withered branches and fallen leaves. The ornate eaves and spouts were also badly damaged, some broken in half, others hanging in pieces.

Even the carved beams and painted rafters have developed many cracks, turning the palace and waterside pavilions into ruins in an instant.

Finally, Harunobu stopped moving and landed on the ground.

Kujo Hideki, who had been "cut into a thousand pieces" by him, had already given up resisting. Before he could even react to the fact that he was alright, he fell flat on his backside.

"Teacher's College~"

"Teachers' College!"

Two teacher's voices rang out simultaneously, but the emotions they conveyed were completely different. The Qingkong Pavilion, of course, was smug and delighted.

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The sound was sweet and alluring. As for the Kujo Dojo... well, it perfectly suited the current environment of the Kujo Dojo. If you put on some makeup, you could practically go to a horror movie.

However, they couldn't be blamed; Kujo Hidekichi's current appearance was indeed quite frightening. His entire upper body was covered in blood, and his clothes were torn to shreds, held together entirely by blood.

—Originally, Harunobu wanted to give him a full-body massage, but considering that the disciples were all there and he was worried that they would get styes, he decided against it.

Hearing his disciples' mournful cries, Kujo Hidekiri glared at them and yelled, "What are you yelling about! I'm not dead yet! Go get me some clothes!"

His injuries looked horrific, but they were actually all superficial wounds. Harunobu had controlled his strength perfectly, and they were mostly just deep enough to expose the flesh. He had used all his real strength in the "tornado destroying the parking lot" scene.

As for the reasons, one is that he is not really suited to killing openly, and the other is that Kujo Hideki is not yet at the point where he must die.

Moreover, he was Fujiwara Kaguya's uncle, and didn't seem like a bad guy—though he was quite a scoundrel. So, Harunobu decided to let him go, as long as he suffered a fate worse than death.

He put away the Haruyuki Maru, cracked his neck, looked at Kujo Eijue who had just stood up, and said with a smile, "Master Kujo, are you going to take down the sign yourself, or should I do it?"

Chapter 293: Economic Threat

At this moment, in Kujo Hideki's eyes, Harunobu was more terrifying and more powerful than ten thousand king-level yokai!

A dojo's signboard is equivalent to its honor, its face, and arguably its everything. A style that can't even protect its own dojo's reputation cannot survive. Even if the members of the style are shameless enough to continue operating, no one will want to join.

One reason is that these gyms are usually quite weak, and another is that they typically have a formidable enemy. So even if a gym is stronger than others, few people are willing to join, because nobody wants to invite a powerful foe for no reason.

The Mansegetsu Shin-ryu school has been passed down from the Warring States period to the present day, a history of nearly three hundred years. As the head school of the Kujo Dojo, its signboard has never been taken away by anyone!

Kujo Hidekichi didn't even dare to imagine what kind of treatment he would receive from the Kujo family if the brand were lost in his hands. He couldn't even refute it! After all, he was the one who hadn't beaten Hiraharunobu, and he was also the one who had provoked Hiraharunobu!

The tough guy who hadn't uttered a sound even after being torn to pieces by Qingxin was now suddenly drenched in sweat. The salty sweat rolled into the wounds all over his body, creating an incredibly sour and pungent sensation.

Harunobu waved his hand: "It seems Master Kujo is unwilling to do it himself, so I'll reluctantly do it for him. Sachiko—"

Hirayukiko nodded slightly and took a step toward the main dojo of Kujo Dojo to take down the signboard. The disciples of Kujo Dojo instinctively wanted to stop her, but after Harunobu cast a glance at them, they all immediately became obedient.

"Wait a moment!"

Kujo Hidekiri shouted, "Taihara Harunobu, you did win the match, but don't forget it was because I was careless. If I had attacked you earlier while you were in a hallucination, you would be the one who lost now!"

Indeed, if Kujo Hidekichi had acted directly at that time, Harunobu would have been put on the defensive.

But to say he's destined to lose, Harunobu doesn't think so. Let's put aside his array of magical artifacts; while not strictly forbidden, using them in a duel is certainly somewhat unethical. But don't forget, his focus is on protection! While his special effects and damage amplification might be lacking, early warning and defensive capabilities are his forte!

Even in his hallucination, Harunobu believed he could evade Kujo Hideyoshi's attack—this was the foundation of his willpower. Kujo Hideyoshi, on the other hand, felt his willpower was stronger and could definitely suppress Harunobu's protective willpower, allowing him to successfully launch a sneak attack and backstab.

The two insisted on their own versions of events, and finally, Harunobu lost his patience: "Then let's fight again! This time, it's a matter of life and death!"

Kujo Hideki looked around at the scene. The Kujo Dojo, which looked as if it had just been ravaged by a typhoon, was also watching him silently.

He must be crazy to fight Hirahara Harunobu again!

But letting Ping Qingxin take the signboard was absolutely out of the question. He could only take a deep breath and change his approach: "Alright, even if you manage to win this time, don't forget your business alliance. You're very powerful, but business isn't just about fighting and killing—you don't want your business alliance to go bankrupt, do you?"

Very good, as expected of a true Japanese, easily stating what Harunobu could not do.

Harunobu narrowed his eyes and looked Kujo Hideki up and down, who had raised his head—this man was 1.7 meters tall, 20 centimeters shorter than Harunobu.

Then, to Kujo Hideki's bewilderment, Harunobu let out a sneer: "You mean those merchants who are besieging me, right? So they are your men after all."

Kujo Hidekichi was puzzled, but forced himself to remain calm and raised his head, saying, "That's right, they were indeed acting on my orders to ambush the Azure Sky Business Alliance. You don't need to act like this. With so many wives, you must spend a lot of money every day. Without that source of income, you..."

"Aba aba~" Harunobu interrupted Kujo Hideki's threat, which only made him laugh. "Now I know why you didn't ambush me just now, and why your thoughts were so complicated. Are you a merchant or a samurai now, Kujo Hideki?"

"What do you mean, Hiraharu Shin?"

Seeing the furious Kujo Hidekiri, Harunobu chuckled again and shook his head: "You're getting impatient already. It seems you know very well. But I'm not your master, so there's no need for me to help you resolve your inner conflicts. Let's get back to the main topic—the Holy Son."

Seiko Tachibana, who was secretly vying for a position with Naoko Tachibana, heard Harunobu's call and immediately pushed past her "wife" to walk directly to Harunobu's side.

“Explain to Master Kujo why I’m not afraid of his commercial attacks.” Harunobu unceremoniously put his arm around Tachibana Seiko’s slender waist and gave it a pinch. “A good explanation will earn you a reward.”

Kujo Hidekichi really didn't want to connect this lecherous bastard with the peerless samurai who had just defeated him. Besides, was this guy insane? Didn't he see the women's eyes—they practically wanted to devour him alive? Surely he couldn't possibly handle over sixty people by himself, could he?

Are you kidding me? Wait, isn't there something wrong with this guy's physique? Guardianship shouldn't provide much of a boost to strength, right? At least with Hiraharu's mental strength, he shouldn't be able to compete with him in terms of strength, let alone win by a small margin.

Clearly, facts always speak louder than words.

Kujo Hideki also had to listen to the female's arguments.

Tachibana Seiko was the tallest among Harunobu's disciples, even taller than Harunobu if you included his dragon horns. Standing in front of Kujo Hideki, he didn't even need to say anything; his aura already gave him the upper hand.

Although Kujo Hidekichi didn't think so, he lost to Taira no Harunobu, not to his disciple!

But before he could speak and regain his composure, Tachibana Seiko had already spoken, rattling off a string of names: "Hirata Textile Company, Matsuda Shipbuilding, Mitsubishi Industries..."

"These are the people you arranged, right? A few are troublesome, but that's about it. The rest are a bunch of useless trash. All they do is rely on you as their backer, stagnant and spewing nonsense. They can't even manage a monopoly." And those troublesome guys, they don't completely obey you, right? They'll switch sides anytime there's a higher profit, and that profit...

Seiko Tachibana exudes the aura of a shrewd and capable businesswoman; she herself is rather impatient and competitive. Her nearly 1.9-meter height, coupled with a sharp suit, further accentuates her sculpted and imposing face.

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The fact that someone would suddenly utter such blatant profanity completely stunned the Kujo Dojo team. Even Tachibana Seiko, who had originally planned a defensive counterattack, shook her head helplessly.

A bunch of newbies.

Seiko Tachibana lost interest, snapped her fingers, and Naoko Tachibana reluctantly came up with a package and handed it to her. Then she immediately squeezed next to Harunobu, her large breasts pressing firmly against Harunobu's back, and playfully sliding up and down.

A few veins bulged slightly on Tachibana Seiko's forehead, but she didn't react. After all, they were outside, and she couldn't embarrass Harunobu.

She opened the package and randomly picked out one of the dozen or so boxes of various sizes. Inside lay a pair of strange fabrics, which looked like trousers but were far too thin and narrow. They were also far too long and too thin to be considered socks.

Kujo Hideki looked up, his blank face revealing a pair of clear eyes.

Seiko Tachibana took a deep breath.

Chapter 294: Royal Endorsement

Clearly, Kujo Hidetsugu, despite boasting of his understanding of human relationships and business acumen among samurai, actually knew nothing about the product—well, that's typical of a boss.

Tachibana Seiko's powerful combo ended up hitting nothing but air, leaving her extremely tense. Her already displeased expression grew even heavier, leaving Kujo Hidekichi utterly bewildered. What's wrong with this woman? Suddenly she's spewing out a string of nonsensical vulgarities, yet she acts like she's got the victory in the bag.

funny.

His Kujo Dojo's business ventures began a decade ago and are still thriving, a vibrant and prosperous scene still vivid in his mind. Could it all be reduced to nothing, becoming his final resting place, simply because he lost to Taira no Harunobu once?

But before Kujo Hidekichi could offer his insightful opinion, a voice that he both loved and feared drifted from afar: "Lord Kujo, are you alright?"

Despite the presence of outsiders, Lady Kujo still showed respect to Kujo Hidekichi. Moreover, Kujo Hidekichi's current miserable state was truly frightening, making Lady Kujo's heart pound.

Of course, she wasn't dressed in her boudoir attire now, but rather in a simple yet luxurious white kimono, her long hair styled in a matronly updo. Overall, she appeared less alluring and seductive, and more dignified and elegant.

However, in Qingxin's opinion, her chest was only average, her face was just so-so, and her legs were neither long nor fit enough... She didn't seem as good as his.

win!

Unlike her own man who only knew how to cower, Tachibana Seiko sensed a similar aura the moment she saw Mrs. Kujo—don't misunderstand, not a monster, but the scent of a capitalist.

So she abruptly interrupted Kujo Hidekichi and his wife's sweet talk: "Mrs. Kujo, would you please take a look at this first?"

Upon hearing this, Lady Kujo patted Kujo Hideyoshi on the back, interrupting his retort, and fixed her gaze on the wooden box in Tachibana Seiko's hand, unable to look away.

Such delicate, such pure white fabric… Indeed, the news was true. A company under the Qingkongguan Group is secretly developing a new weaving material, and it's nearing success!

"Can I touch it? Uh..."

"Seiko Tachibana, my name is Seiko Tachibana, and I am the president of the Azure Sky Business Alliance." Seiko Tachibana skillfully took a business card from her suit pocket, placed it in the wooden box, and then handed it over.

Mrs. Kujo took the wooden box, first picked up the business card and looked at it, then bowed slightly to Tachibana Seiko: "Greetings, President Tachibana, I am Kujo Umeko, nice to meet you."

After exchanging pleasantries, Kujo Umeko eagerly picked up the pristine white fabric from the box. The delicate touch made her breathing quicken, clearly indicating that she had already noticed the superior quality of this "fabric."

Tachibana Seiko finally smiled with satisfaction and said softly, "It's okay if you tear it a little, or Mrs. Kujo can try it on; it should suit your leg shape very well."

Kujo Umeko glanced at Tachibana Seiko with some surprise, then placed the wooden box in Kujo Hidekiri's hands, picked up the fabric inside with both hands, and gently tugged at it.

The seemingly thin fabric stretched out in her hands, its softness and elasticity once again astonishing Kujo Umeko. She quickly spread it out, found the cylindrical opening, and tried to put her hand inside.

And without a doubt, she successfully stuffed half of her arm into the fabric that seemed impossible to fit even one of her hands.

At this point, she had completely understood what Tachibana Seiko meant.

"So soft, so delicate, and so light. If this fabric were to hit the market, all the weaving companies would probably be begging you to supply it on the spot." Mrs. Kujo sighed. "I've really lost completely, President Tachibana."

Kujo Hidekichi finally understood: "Umeko, you mean..."

"Well, those guys have probably been on President Tachibana's radar for a while now. We've actually done her a huge favor." Kujou Umeko's dejection only lasted a moment before she smiled again. "For this reason, let's just let it go today—but that's impossible."

"So, how about we cooperate?"

Tachibana Seiko stared at the smiling Kujou Umeko, then decided against launching another attack. Dragging it out any longer would significantly impact her acceptance of the teacher's reward. Besides, in this situation, there was no need for further attacks; the enemy was already completely subdued.

She retied the package and said decisively, "You can be in charge of selling these things, but we want 95% of the profits, and the accounts need to be audited by us."

Although Kujo Hideyoshi wasn't very knowledgeable about the product, he understood the phrase "95% profit" and was immediately annoyed. But before he could speak, Kujo Umeko had already nodded and finalized the collaboration: "No problem, how about we discuss the details later? For example, the supply of production materials, as well as the subsequent research and actual sales plan."

As she spoke, she squeezed Kujo Hidekiri's hand, and Kujo Hidekiri turned around knowingly and instructed, "Alright, alright, you can all disperse now. Go and tidy up the area!"

The disciples of Kujo Dojo received their orders and left. Harunobu led the disciples and followed the Kujo couple into the main dojo, which was actually not damaged much.

There was no need to serve tea. Seiko Tachibana sat in Harunobu's lap and asked directly, "You know we're researching nylon?"

Kujo Umeko knelt properly next to Kujo Hidekichi, revealing a sly smile: "President Tachibana should know that I am of royal lineage, right?"

"So?" Tachibana Seiko frowned. What could the royal family possibly know about her research? In fact, they had no reason to know.

Kujou Umeko's smile grew even wider: "So, I'm actually quite close to Mitsuru-hime. I even held her when we were little. And Mitsuru-hime..."

That vixen—!