Female Swordsman Training Dojo

The dragon charged into its most beloved and familiar secret realm, as if returning home, stimulating its sensitive spots with practiced ease. The desire aroused by the ambergris was unleashed wildly, the impact far faster and heavier than before on Tachibana Seiko, mercilessly striking Hirako. The gentle yet resilient older sister smiled, emitting tender, affectionate moans.

"Are you kidding me? How could she withstand that force..."

"No...no, I'll die—"

King Arthur and Yuan Xueying both exclaimed in unison, but one was simply surprised by the impossibility, while the other was putting herself in the shoes of the characters.

However, as the two watched more intently, they noticed something amiss. Behind Hirako, who was sticking out her buttocks, they discovered a phantom, a phantom that looked like a chivalrous swordswoman, with a free and unrestrained temperament. With each thrust of Hirako's sprint, a rosy glow would appear on her face, and her eyes, like Hirako's, would shine with a moist light, reflecting only Hirako's image.

"What a joke, that's a saint?" King Arthur murmured. Yuan Xueying heard him, but didn't understand. However, she didn't care about that now. After all, what saint or not, wasn't it obviously just a thought?

In other words, is Hirako using her willpower to tough it out?

No, that expression doesn't seem like a rejection. Could it be sharing? Giving it to Xin Nian?

Yuan Xueying opened the door to a new world.

Inside the room, Harunobu had reached his climax, his turbid white dragon breath gushing out, scalding Hirako and causing her to let out even more alluring moans. In the eyes of King Arthur and Minamoto Yuki, the phantom was even more captivating; she was taking down the gourd from her waist and gulping down large mouthfuls of white wine.

???

The two, puzzled, were about to examine it closely to see if it was alcohol or something else when the illusory figure suddenly vanished. Having satisfied his desires, Harunobu helped Hirako up, pinching her nose with a hint of reproach: "Next time you could have just woken me up directly, there was no need for this~"

"But, who knows when it'll be my turn then~" Hirako smiled mischievously, reaching out to stroke Harunobu's enormous dragon from back to front. "Besides, this is only the extent of it. You've already tried teacher training, haven't you~"

"Yes, yes, I know my darling is the best at tolerating me." Qingxin said sweet words that were so cloying, then reached out and pressed down on Tachibana Seiko, "Don't move, let me check if you're hurt. Honestly, you can't be so reckless even if you're excited."

"Who knew that even with the enhancements, I couldn't withstand you, Teacher's College! Seriously, Teacher's College, you're too scary!"

"Yes, yes, I was terrifying." After confirming he hadn't harmed Tachibana Seiko, only noticing a slight redness and swelling at her entrance, Harunobu patted her buttocks. "In that case, you should rest for the rest of the month. Anyway, Naoko can—"

Harunobu was immediately tackled to the ground, and Tachibana Seiko skillfully straddled him, beginning her exploitative maneuver. Amidst the subtle fragrance of ambergris, Tachibana Seiko exclaimed, "Sisters, hurry up! I can't control myself anymore—"

Chapter 476

—Hmm~

Fujiwara Kaguya, Yakumo Kurenai, and Izanami, who had been holding back for a long time, pounced on her. Only Shiranui Ran forcibly suppressed her impulse and jumped into the shadows.

Damn it! !

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Author's note: Thank you all for your support. This chapter is 4.6K, which can be considered an extra chapter for the National Day holiday. It doesn't count as a progress request, so now it's +15 progress request tickets and +1 reward, for a total of 16 progress requests.

Then I'm heading back today, I don't know what time I'll arrive, so tomorrow's update might be a little late o(TヘTo)

Chapter 445: Private Talk in the Cabin

Tokyo, Ame-no-Neonori Shrine.

The witch sat in her hut, veins bulging on her forehead, a set of silver teeth making a faint cracking sound. Her silent anger, carrying a menacing aura, pressed down viciously on the black mist in front of her.

But Kurogiri and Izanami seemed oblivious, continuing to breathe softly as if no one else was around, occasionally letting out a few melodious sobs, charming and alluring.

The priestess couldn't take it anymore.

"Izanami! If you're going to be a slut, go back to your own home! Don't get in my way!"

"Mmm~ Mmm~ Mmm—Ah~ Teacher's College~"

Amidst the priestess's furious shouts, the black mist suddenly surged, causing the previously solidified face to become somewhat blurred, though a faint blush could still be clearly seen, not to mention the high-pitched moans. Enraged, the priestess swung her sword directly, and the Mother of the Underworld, still caught in the afterglow of her attack, didn't bother to dodge, and was instantly cleaved in two.

"How irritating! It's not my fault, Harunobu always likes to tease me, what can I do?" Izanami slowly closed the avatar that could only relay messages, her tone extremely complex. At least the shrine maiden could hear sarcasm, boasting, teasing, pity, and a whole host of other things in it. This made her almost unable to restrain herself from using her hands, and her eyes gradually turned hostile.

That bastard should have risked injury to peel this guy off that little fox back then!

Sensing that the shrine maiden was about to lose her temper, Zanami knew when to stop. She quickly pieced the mixture back together and said seriously, "Your spell is complete, isn't it? How was the effect?"

The priestess closed her eyes, barely suppressing the urge to kill Izanami, and said coldly, "We haven't tested it yet, but it should be fine for simply cutting 'believers'; in addition, theoretically speaking, these swords should allow samurai to reach the highest level of Shikai, but the specific effect of Shikai depends on the quality of the sword and the samurai's own will."

Izanami bobbed up and down slightly, giving a perfunctory nod. Her gaze swept over the mountain of swords and sea of ​​blades filling the entire shrine, and she quickly calculated in her mind how much more power this would give Ame-no-Mikoto. Then she looked back at the shrine maiden who was calming herself with tea: "And what about the effect on ordinary people?"

The number of samurai is ultimately limited, especially after the Ueno Explosion, which left only a group of low-level swordsmen.

The shrine maiden took two sips of her homemade calming tea, and the chill on her body finally subsided a bit, but her tone remained icy: "It depends on talent and willpower, but as long as you can open the box and get the knife, you can at least reach the combat power of someone who has just entered the realm of spiritual cultivation."

"...You might as well say that as long as you have enough faith in you, you can activate your mind."

Izanami descended slightly, landing on the priestess's table, pressing down on several square, Rubik's Cube-like boxes. Dark mist surged, pouring into a deliberately left notch on one side of the box. A moment later, black flames erupted from the box, which gradually disintegrated and unfolded, transforming into a translucent katana—an Asauchi.

Izanami withdrew her power and clicked her tongue in amazement: "A box weapon, a Zanpakuto, it's amazing that you were able to put these two things together and even replicate them."

The priestess remained unmoved: "In the end, it's just a fake. Putting aside the box weapon, a Zanpakuto can only reach the Shikai level at best, and its specific abilities are based on the soul used in its creation. It can't be compared to the treasure sword given by Harunobu at all."

"Of course, look who his husband is." Izanami's words made the priestess's heart, which had just calmed down, become irritable again.

"What's it to you, you slut?"

"Of course it's related! If it weren't for me, why would Harunobu have given you these two things?"

Izanami was shameless and spoke with great conviction, giving the priestess a strong urge to draw a thousand skillful hands and strike her—not this clone, but the real Izanami. But she refrained; probing the underworld with her Zanpakuto would be aiding the enemy; and attacking her clone, which was indistinguishable from the real Izanami, might frighten Harunobu, who was currently engaged in his business…

Izanami smugly twisted her body, swallowing several unopened boxes into the black mist: "Well, as promised, I'll take these~"

"Get lost." The priestess flicked her sleeve impatiently, throwing all the boxes on the table into the black mist. Izanami chuckled and muttered to herself, "Now I can give my followers some perks and boost their devotion."

"Where did you get your followers now?"

The priestess asked the question instinctively, after all, she had already dealt with the followers of the Mother of the Underworld eight hundred years ago. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it, because she immediately realized that it must be related to Harunobu.

But Izanami had been waiting for this moment, and immediately exclaimed, "Oh dear~ I didn't expect this either~ I just wanted to find a bunch of bald monks to help my darling vent his anger; I didn't expect those bald monks to actually convert to my faith, and then my husband even agreed, saying it was a gift for me~"

Izanami recounted the events at Shitennoji Temple with great pride, and naturally embellished the story with numerous exaggerated descriptions, leaving the priestess's face flushed red and then dark.

But what could she do? It had nothing to do with her. What gifts Taira no Harunobu was willing to give his wife was none of her business as a shrine maiden. Their relationship was just a fair exchange, and strictly speaking, she was the one who benefited. Without her Zanpakuto and Box Weapon, she might never have had the chance to return to her full strength, let alone advance any further.

But she was still unhappy!

She just wanted to stab Izanami—even though she was the one who came first!

When it comes to training believers and controlling faith, isn't she much more powerful than Izanami?

The priestess gritted her teeth, her phoenix eyes no longer displaying their usual indifference, but instead blazing with barely contained fury. Her right hand had already unconsciously reached for the Zanpakuto, Manjo Tsurugi, which was lying across her lap.

But as soon as the cold hilt of the sword touched her hand, the priestess suddenly calmed down: "Izanami, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Huh? That thing has a calming effect?" Izanami withdrew her magic and her infuriating expression. "I just wanted to help you understand your own heart. Maybe you'll achieve Bankai?"

"I think you're trying to help Hiraharunobu win me over," the priestess said calmly and indifferently. "It's unbelievable that the Mother of the Underworld would actually help her man find a woman."

"Since Lady Asuka calls herself a woman, what's wrong with me helping my husband find a woman?" Izanami sneered. "Besides, if my true form weren't trapped, you wouldn't even have a chance."

The bird chuckled, "Is it that you can't come out, or that you're afraid to come out?"

Izanami's expression froze for a moment, then she changed the subject: "Dare you say that you don't have any feelings for Harunobu?"

"What does it matter if I have it or not? It's all irrelevant to you anyway—who?!"

Thousands of ribbons shot out with the priestess's shout, binding a wisp of white mist hidden in the sunlight and pulling it to the table. However, upon seeing the white mist, the priestess and Izanami's expressions were filled with anger.

"Izanagi——!!!"

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Chapter 477

Chapter 146: The Awakening God

Against the backdrop of a boundless, magnificent sea, a thick, white fog shrouded the very center, creating a silent, slumbering place. But then, a soft murmur suddenly emanated from within, like that of a young maiden just awakening—Izanagi opened her eyes.

"What a pleasant surprise, Asuka, and Izanami."

A clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, murmured in the white mist. Izanagi opened her fair, jade-like hands, and two Rubik's Cube-like boxes pressed against her palms, leaving slight creases on her translucent skin. It was a heartbreaking sight, as if her perfect hands had been defiled.

However, Izanagi himself had no objection. Instead, he waved his hand and summoned a cloud of white mist, which poured into the gap in the box weapon.

"Hmm, as expected, they kept a backup plan. It can't be opened by any force other than Asuka and Izanami... What a pity, that's all they've got." The white mist swirled slightly, and pure white, holy flames emerged from the box, burning it into a pure white katana.

"Interesting, very interesting... So this is what they call a Zanpakuto?" Izanami floated the two asakata in the air, curiously examining these two novel contraptions. Wisps of white mist followed her gaze, analyzing the effects of these two Zanpakuto specially made for priestesses.

"It was forged using the souls of Yuki-onna and Enenra, and its abilities are freezing and fire respectively... But this strength already exceeds the materials she used, right? And this part is... soul-bound? And mental amplification? No wonder Asuka is so interested. With such a good thing, creating followers will be a piece of cake."

"Luckily I woke up in time, otherwise it would have been quite troublesome if Asuka and Izanami had spread this thing around and taken over the faith of those ignorant people; but for now... hehe, let me borrow it for a while."

The white mist spread rapidly, and countless hazy "mochi dumplings" appeared within it. Under Izanagi's control, they transformed into pure white, flawless katana.

"Hmm, that's good enough. Why bother with the box? It's a waste of time... But just ordinary souls like this aren't competitive enough."

The white mist surged again, and this time it wasn't the mindless mochi dumplings that appeared, but powerful souls with distinct shapes. However, their fate was the same: they quickly transformed into pure white, flawless katana.

However, amidst this spectacular scene, Izanagi's expression changed slightly: "Tsk... This is quite taxing... It seems I still can't do it myself."

Having slumbered for too long and lost too many believers, the Creator God pondered for a moment, and finally tossed aside the two thousand ordinary shallow weapons and eight hundred advanced shallow weapons forged with powerful souls that he had just created.

Izanagi was confident she could outdo the priestesses and Izanami, but when it came to seizing the believer market, she, currently forced to hide, was no match for them, especially since they had government support. Therefore, she decided to forgo trying and let others handle the competition.

The gods are interested in "knives" and "boxes" that can cut down believers who make unreasonable demands and greatly enhance their power. All she has to do is awaken some of the gods who are still sleeping and then let them "awaken" to the method of creation.

No, that's not right.

She is the dignified and powerful goddess Izanagi; how could she steal someone else's work? It's better to let the gods know clearly that this is Ame-no-Mikoto's masterpiece.

After all, if it weren't for this, why would those gods be so eager to challenge the Heavenly Maiden?

Come on, let me see which lucky one is... Oh?

For the first time, Izanagi's face showed a look of utter surprise, but it quickly turned into a smile: "I never expected this, my dear daughter, to still be alive... In that case, 'Daddy' will give you another good gift~"

Of the 2,800 shallow spears, 1,000 flew out and fell into the sea, drifting unsteadily towards a place shimmering with golden light. Meanwhile, Izanagi was looking elsewhere, and wherever his gaze lingered, a hundred to a few shallow spears flew out and fell into the sea.

Only after all 2,800 Asauchi had disappeared did Izanagi lazily yawn and lie back down in the white mist: "Hmm, that should be enough. I'll sleep a little longer... I hope Asuka and Izanami can give me some more surprises this time... Hmm, and my good daughter, I wonder if she likes the stepfather her mother found for her... Hehe."

The white mist surged and receded, and the endless sea returned to calm, leaving only a shallow breath flowing slowly and gently, as if time itself had frozen.

Meanwhile in Tokyo, the shrine maiden and Izanami's expressions grew increasingly grim.

"That damned bastard!" Izanami's face was contorted like a demon, causing the black mist to transform into the shape of raging flames.

The priestess's expression improved slightly, appearing calmer, but she couldn't hide her anger: "After sleeping for so long, she still has this level of power. I must say, she truly lives up to her name, Izanagi; her personality is still as wicked as ever, it's really unpleasant."

“The plan needs to be accelerated.” Izanami said, barely suppressing her anger. “That woman will definitely not sit idly by and watch us, especially now that I’m getting stronger. Even if she doesn’t dare to reveal her true form and personally intervene, it won’t be difficult for her, who controls Takamagahara, to wake up some small fry to help us.”

Izanami called them "minor enemies," but the priestess knew that those Izanagi had gone to great lengths to wake were definitely not ordinary minions, but rather troublesome and difficult gods. In fact, the gods who had survived to this day, without being drained and killed by their followers, were all troublesome and difficult individuals.

After a moment of contemplation, the shrine maiden suddenly asked, "How long until Harunobu returns?"

"What does this have to do with Harunobu? Don't do anything rash." Izanami instinctively protected Harunobu, not wanting him to get involved in this messy situation.

The priestess glared at her and tapped the table: "Have you been driven mad by Harunobu? What's his strength now? How many idiots could beat him after sleeping for so long?"

Izanami scoffed, "He's not your husband, so of course you don't care about using him—and even if he could win, so what? Are you expecting him to run all over the country killing those old bastards?"

The priestess deeply understood what it meant for love to lower one's IQ.

"I think you've really been fucked senseless! Harunobu is now the head of the Anti-Demon Affairs Division! A future prince! Bring him back, declare you, this idiot, the state religion! Then let him prove the effects of the Zanpakuto! Seize the orthodox and authoritative position first!"

With each verse, the priestess would dart her countless skillful hands across Izanami's head, finally managing to rouse her. The priestess's plan, in essence, was to use Harunobu's authority and power to monopolize the religious market, especially regarding Zanpakuto. Given Harunobu's current status and connections, accomplishing this wouldn't be difficult, especially since Izanami was now truly manifesting herself—

!!!

As Izanami and the priestess pondered, they looked out of the hut. Dazzling golden light and abundant sunlight, carrying a majestic aura, descended upon Tokyo.

"Amaterasu……"

Why is this woman still alive?

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Author's Note: Update progress increased by 20! Thank you all for your support~ I'm finally back at my little corner, and updates should become more consistent from now on.

Chapter 447: The Return Journey

Osaka, train station.

As black smoke billowed, a loud whistle pierced the morning light. Workers, busy since early morning, exhaled white smoke, illuminating the still somewhat dim environment. A diverse mix of passengers poured out of the train, bringing with them scorching air and carrying away the workers.

On the platform, Harunobu and his group, holding tickets, also headed towards Naan.

Chapter 478

A giant steel python nestled quietly on the railway tracks.