Female Swordsman Training Dojo

"Lord Baosheng?"

Yu Mingyue looked at Hojo Amu, who had suddenly stopped moving, with a puzzled expression, and cautiously asked, "Okay, where is my gym?" Hojo Amu replied expressionlessly, "Okay, where is my gym?"

"As instructed by Sister Qingjing, we have completed the renovation of the guesthouse where Lord Ping stayed last time. Now..." Yu Mingyue, with a friendly smile, led the way for Baosheng Amu while explaining her work. The crowded people parted automatically to make way for her without her even asking, and several of them almost tripped and fell because they were moving too fast.

"Are all the people of Osaka so timid..." In the end, Amu Hosho didn't deliberately provoke her, but changed her words, "Are they hospitable?"

Many people nearby heard Amu Hojo's provocative words before she changed her tune, but they all pretended not to hear them. There was no way around it; anyone with the guts to oppose Harunobu would have been dead long ago. "The Butcher of Osaka..." was Harunobu's new nickname, though few dared to say it openly.

Finally, as Hojo Amu entered the newly renovated Osaka City Guesthouse, now the Aozorakan Osaka Branch, no one dared to utter a harsh word. Even though Hojo Amu clearly felt the malicious gazes of many people, she didn't care; she'd tidy herself up later.

After all, the Aozorakan is a prestigious and righteous sect, and they cannot kill people without a reason... It's a pity that the Emperor's order has expired.

Meanwhile, in Nara.

The City of a Thousand Buddhas has a stronger Buddhist character in this world; even the train station has Buddha statues, though Hirako can't identify which Buddha it is.

But it doesn't matter, since she didn't come here to pray to gods or Buddhas.

As she stepped off the train, Hirako looked at the group of bald men at the exit, smiled elegantly, and bowed: "Gentlemen, may you have a safe journey."

The monk, who was about to say something, was momentarily confused by the sudden words. Then, a thunderous roar, like the wrath of the heavens, rang in his ears, plunging him into an involuntary tremor, and he had no chance to speak again.

In the blink of an eye, both the wrathful Vajra and the drooping-browed Bodhisattva turned into headless corpses.

"So weak."

Hirako wiped the blood from her new sword and uttered a faint, even slightly regretful, remark, as if she were deeply disappointed and dissatisfied with the battle. This caused the others hiding in the shadows to show expressions of shock.

They knew that Taira no Harunobu was very powerful, and they also knew that his disciples were quite strong. But even Taira no Harunobu's earliest disciple had only been learning swordsmanship for a little over a year. How strong could he possibly be? Even if he was a genius, at most he could only manifest his thoughts outwardly, right?

Moreover, according to intelligence, his disciples have never played a significant role in Taira no Harunobu's impressive record. They must be either the renowned Fire Demon of Shiranui or an ancient monster like the Mother of the Underworld, which is why they came here to try and give Taira no Yukiko a hard time.

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After all, from their perspective, this was a battle with a high chance of victory, and they might not even need to lift a finger. As for their motives, there's no need to elaborate; local bullies never tolerate outsiders, especially since this outsider clearly intended to become a local tyrant.

Neither the local dojos nor the Buddhists who truly control Nara are happy to see a new, powerful competitor emerge.

However, they didn't intend to use any extreme measures, since they were no match for Taira no Harunobu. What if they angered that butcher and he came over and went on a killing spree? Although he seemed busy fighting Amaterasu right now, who knew if that ruthless lecher would also take down Amaterasu?

He could even kill Izanami, so what would a mere crow do?

These were the thoughts of the local forces not long ago. They had considered many things, but they never expected that Taira no Harunobu's eldest disciple would be so strong. Those monks, while not the strongest among them, were still top-tier experts, yet they couldn't even last a single round against Taira no Sachiko… and that mental focus, that intensity, and that spirituality… could it be that she has already…

"Is no one coming?" A cold, mechanical voice interrupted the observers' thoughts, causing them to involuntarily focus all their attention on the beautiful woman posing in a standard iaido posture. But before they could even appreciate her beauty, an immense sense of crisis gripped their hearts.

"Wait--"

Some people are trying to show goodwill.

"I surrender--"

Some people acted decisively and saved their lives.

"kill!!"

Some people were consumed by rage and roared with fury!

Then, the storm came.

Apart from the attackers and Hirako, a massive storm erupted in the deserted train station. Towering Buddha statues were blown down, heavy doors were blown away, steel domes roared into the sky, and ancient, or rather, old, wood was torn apart... while the ill-intentioned ones hidden within screamed and unleashed their full power.

Suddenly, heaven and earth turned upside down, and a colossal Buddha, radiating Buddhist light, stepped forward, suppressing all directions and the eight extremes; the earth roared, surging and transforming into a solid giant wall to protect its master; a roar suddenly arose, and the withered old woman transformed into a gigantic skunk, its limbs digging firmly into the ground...

A dozen or so different forces, and a dozen or so different special effects, unfolded one by one in the wind, and then vanished one by one. The gale overturned the giant Buddha, revealing the terrified monks inside; the storm tore open the giant wall, and the nobles in their hunting robes and black hats panicked; while the monster that stubbornly resisted suffered the most, as sharp wind blades tore through her thick fur and tough flesh, leaving her covered in blood.

Wind-Riding Sword Technique - Ultimate Skill - Gale-Slaying Slash!

That's why Hirako was standing still just now. After all, she's not Harunobu, and she needs time to build up her power to create such an exaggerated effect. And she also has to thank her new sword—the Zanpakuto Harumuren!

"As expected... you're still too weak." Hirako shook her head as she looked at the ground, which had been turned into rolling gourds and even blood gourds. "If the teacher's college had come, you would all be dead by now."

Before the defeated men on the ground could speak, Harunobu replied with great interest, "It's not that bad. If it were me, they would definitely be better prepared. Just like when you were charging up, Sachiko, if it were me, they would have realized something was wrong long ago."

"As the saying goes, I'm waiting for my ultimate move, what are you waiting for? To die?"

"Heh..." The cold girl smiled because of her beloved's teasing words, but she quickly composed herself and returned to her cold demeanor, looking down at the losers.

"Three days. You have three days to choose: obey, or perish?"

The smile from before seemed like an illusion, leaving only cold, iron-like words: "Or you think that the current god can defeat me, I don't deny that, but I don't think you want to fight my master, right?"

Chapter 469: The Demon King in Action

"Huh? Sachiko-nee and Amu got it sorted out so quickly, so I'm third again! No, no, no—Master Teacher, you're being unfair! You deliberately sent Amu to such an easy place as Osaka! I'm angry!"

Inside the luxurious private room, the kitten rolled around on the soft bed, its short limbs scratching wildly in all directions, looking quite like a frantic cat.

Hanazawa Nana lay lazily on the sofa, stuffing a tangerine into her mouth: "As expected of a kitten, she can still maintain such a cute kitten look even when the teacher can't see her. I lose."

"You lazy dog ​​are no less lazy!" Saten Yoko grabbed Hanazawa Nana's ear and spun her around 360 degrees. "No more eating! Look at your belly!"

"Shut up~ Master clearly likes it!" Hanazawa Nana tried to resist, but it was all in vain. In a pure contest of strength, she was still no match for Saten Yoko.

Huffing and puffing, Saten Yoko was no longer satisfied with just listening to her ears and started rubbing Hanazawa Nana's cheeks: "That's because the teacher's college spoils you too much, you lazy dog. You'll only know to regret it when you turn into a fat pig that even the teacher's college wouldn't want!"

"Tch~ The instructor wouldn't look down on me~" Hanazawa Nana said confidently, after all, the lazy life was just too wonderful. Aside from practicing swordsmanship, all she had to do was eat, drink, and sleep, and she could even occasionally indulge in some intimate moments with her handsome and powerful instructor—it was practically paradise on earth~

Saten Yoko forcefully stretched Hanazawa Nana's round face with both hands, while simultaneously bumping her forehead against Hanazawa Nana's forehead: "Listen up, you idiot! There are more and more targets for teachers now, and even lazy dogs like you have plenty of competitors, like that new girl, Uo Naka. If you continue to slack off, you'll be taken away by a younger, cuter, more energetic, and more sensible girl!"

"From now on, you'll be just like the outer disciples, only able to see Master for one or two hours a day, and that'll be during serious sword practice time; if you want to be with Master, you'll have to wait until everyone has had their turn before you can secretly become Master's outlet, without enjoying any of Master's tenderness or affection; most importantly, this will also drag me down and make me a rather ordinary girl with less than ideal qualities, so you'd better—"

Just as Ye Zi was about to unleash her ultimate back throw on Hanazawa Nana with a shout, the languid Hanazawa Nana suddenly drew a thin blade out of thin air and flicked it to the side: "Grow! Moonless Bamboo!"

The slender blade suddenly extended, transforming into an almost imperceptible white line, slashing towards Hanazawa Nana's left side. The lurking enemies didn't even have time to consider why they had been exposed; the white line formed by Wuyue Bamboo had already arrived before them. The enemies glowed with magical light, clearly carrying valuable defensive artifacts; simultaneously, they raised their twin swords in alternating motions, the engraved patterns on them indicating that these weapons were not made of ordinary iron, and their reaction speed proved they were no ordinary fighters.

But they still underestimated the fangs of the lazy dog.

Without the slightest pause, the white line pierced through the glowing magical shield, severed the intertwined demonic blades, and landed on the lurking figures, cleaving them in two with a single stroke.

A clanging sound of steel suddenly rang out as the white line was stopped by the infiltrator's body. The infiltrator, who seemed panicked but was indeed quite panicked, suddenly felt his morale soar. He pushed off the wall of the carriage with both feet and lunged straight at Hanazawa Nana.

"Oh dear, the first time I used it, I encountered a guy whose body was even harder than the weapon..." Hanazawa Nana said slowly, still lying on the sofa.

Didn't you realize it?

Or is it the price of using that strange move?

The infiltrator had a thought in his mind, then fell to the ground.

"Obey, Shadow Dancer!"

Dark shadows emerged from every corner of the luxury private room, even from under the furniture, binding all the foolish infiltrators who jumped up like dumplings.

The remaining shadows coalesced into something that, apart from the skin, resembled a ghost.

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A woman who looked exactly like Saten Yoko stood respectfully behind her.

"How wonderful! I wish I had such an obedient servant too~" Hanazawa Nana looked enviously at Saten Yoko's new sword. "Even though I'm rather lazy, why do I still have to do my own Shikai?"

“Because someone has been diligently practicing swordsmanship except when they are in front of the teacher’s college.” Saten Yoko patted her friend’s cheek. “The line I just said was someone’s confession back then. I just didn’t expect the teacher’s college to actually tolerate a fat pig like you.”

Hanazawa Nana was really upset now: "That's slander! I only weigh 109.65 pounds!"

"Yes, yes, Miss Hanazawa Nana, who is 158.33cm tall and weighs 120 pounds." Saten Yoko glared at Hanazawa Nana's deliberately raised breasts, and then angrily grabbed her plump buttocks.

Hanazawa Nana snorted and lay back down: "Tch, you're just jealous! Flat-chested!"

"You bastard, do you want to fight?!" Saten Yoko was furious and wanted to show Hanazawa Nana how flowers bloom.

The kitten got off the bed speechlessly. She was always fully dressed, even when she was rolling around on the bed, only her hands and face were exposed.

She walked up to the two lively girls, Hanazawa Nana and Saten Yoko, and stopped their daily routine: "Alright, don't waste time; although you can see right through my hints, now is not the time to relax."

"Yes~" Hanazawa Nana answered first. She didn't want to fight with Ye Zi. Regardless of winning or losing, it would consume a lot of energy. What if it caused her breasts or butt to become smaller and the teacher would really dislike her?

“Little Cat, when you’re really being affectionate with Shifan, you’d practically strip naked and stick your butt out, but you’re not this restrained. So it’s obvious there are outsiders present.” Yezi explained why they saw through Little Cat’s implication and added a deeper answer, “Besides, you knew we knew that, so you used this method, didn’t you? Your hand was clearly pointing to where these guys were.”

The kitten was very happy: "Not bad, as expected of a college student, you are indeed smarter than the lazy dog."

The lazy dog ​​suddenly felt innocent: "Hey! Yezi and I are in the same class!"

"Shut up, you lazy dog!"

The two flat-chested duo formed an alliance at this moment.

Amidst the three's playful banter and teasing, the enemies on the ground had fallen into deep despair. They knew this meant the other side had no intention of letting them live, hence their indifference to knowing their communication codes or revealing their combat secrets. This complete disregard for their despair, this fearlessness in the face of certain death, usually meant torture that would drive them to the brink of death.

"Let me see what this thing is. Its body is so tough that it can catch the Moonless Bamboo..." The little cat tore off the enemy's black hood and mask, then revealed a surprised expression: "A ghost?"

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Author's note: Update progress increased by 17~

Chapter 470: Should We Just Vote?

"So, all those monsters went to deal with a group of mortal warriors, even if they split up and attacked, and none of them succeeded?"

Shuten-dōji sat on his throne, scratching his head in bewilderment. "I don't care about the other demons, but you are demons, yet you can't even defeat a group of swordsmen who have only been learning swordsmanship for a year at most? And you even had to resort to sneak attacks!"

The demons kneeling before Shuten-dōji trembled, not daring to utter a sound. Besides fearing Shuten-dōji's wrath for speaking up, they mainly couldn't find a reason to defend themselves. A group of demons, each at least a hundred years old, with twice the numbers, attacked a female swordswoman of only two or three, yet none of their seven or eight groups succeeded.

No, let alone succeed, not a single one escaped alive! If it weren't for the fact that at least one "doppelganger demon" managed to escape with a wisp of his soul, they might still be here right now, blowing their conch shells and preparing to celebrate their victory.

But this is just not fair!! Why?! Why did they win?!

Shuten-dōji's subordinates were extremely frustrated. This reality was completely contrary to their understanding over the past few centuries, and it made them feel even more uncomfortable than Shuten-dōji's anger.

Shuten-dōji could see their expressions clearly. The demon king knew in his heart that this strange situation had little to do with his subordinates. However, he couldn't help but get angry, after all, they were demons, and a kind face would not earn a demon's respect.

In Tang Dynasty terms, monsters were barbarians who feared power but did not appreciate virtue.

Now that he had seen that his subordinates had been sufficiently disciplined, Shuten-dōji adjusted his demeanor and moved on to the next question: "Ibaraki, what about the others?"

The attack on the disciples of Aozorakan wasn't something only Mount Ooe sent people to do, just as the Yamata no Orochi didn't only come from Mount Ooe. Demon kings from other demon realms were also very interested in single-handedly defeating Taira no Harunobu of the Tongxin Society, and actively dispatched their forces, even forming a tacit cooperation among themselves. Otherwise, why would the demons of Mount Ooe end up on the train bound for Kumamoto?

The blue-haired female ghost knelt behind Shuten-dōji's throne, hidden in the shadows, and said softly, "According to the information we have so far, apart from Tamamo-no-Mae's fox, everyone else has been captured by the people of Aozora-kan."

"Including those tengu?" Shuten-dōji was somewhat surprised. Tengu, being flying demons with high speeds, have always been in a position where they can at least escape if they can't win a fight. Even with firearms now, ordinary muskets are still somewhat inadequate against the stronger tengu.

"Yes, according to the scouts' reports, the group of tengu from Zhiyazhiya Mountain were killed by that Yakumo Hong without even lasting a single round."

"Yakumo Kurenai...that barrier master Yakumo Kurenai?"

"Yes, but our spies can't figure out what technique Yakumo Kurenai used."

Although there are wind demons skilled in infiltration and investigation among the demons, they are few in number. Moreover, Kyoto, as an "ancient city with a thousand-year history," has a level of vigilance against demons that is not much lower than that of Tokyo, so the spies there are just ordinary people bribed by Mount Ōe. Many of them don't even know that their boss is actually a demon, and only think he is some kind of Yakuza.

Shuten-dōji nodded: "It's not surprising that barrier masters can deal with those tengu, but you just said that Tamamo-no-Mae's foxes are an exception?"

Ibaraki paused for a moment, then his usually calm voice was tinged with a hint of helplessness and disdain: "According to the intelligence, those disciples of the Azure Sky Pavilion seem to be planning to offer those foxes to Taira no Harunobu for his enjoyment... That's what they shouted during the battle."

Shuten-dōji: "..."

All the ghosts: "..."

How enviable... no, how despicable! Samurai, my foot! Kidnapping a fox spirit, they're worse than monsters! At least they paid!

Pooh! Despicable!

But no matter how lecherous Taira no Harunobu was, it was impossible to expect him to be bewitched by a group of fox spirits with Izanami by his side. Shuten-dōji suppressed his envy and took a sip of the oni sake that could spontaneously combust at slightly elevated temperatures.

The burning sensation traveled from the tip of his tongue all the way to his heart and lungs. Shuten-dōji exhaled a breath of alcohol: "It seems that Orochi was right. Taira no Shinichi cannot be allowed to live. We must find a way to get rid of him."

Taira no Harunobu's power has become too great, seriously impacting the sense of security of these demon kings. The reason they were able to reach a tacit understanding of non-interference with the Japanese government was mainly because the demon kings were strong enough and had enough manpower, but now Taira no Harunobu's existence has completely undermined this fundamental element.

His ability to single-handedly defeat the Tongxin Society demonstrates his capability to defeat any demon king. Even if the demon kings retreat to their demon realm and refuse to engage, the problem is that the demon realm is not truly secluded; it needs to exchange resources with the outside world, otherwise it will starve to death sooner or later.

This is why the demon kings acted so coordinatedly to test Ping Qingxin; their purpose was to gauge the extent of Ping Qingxin's power.

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How strong was it? Now it seems there really can't be any left.

At this moment, someone suggested: "Your Majesty, perhaps we could consider investing in... I mean, cooperating with Taira no Harunobu? Aren't those stinky foxes in Shiranui and the tengu from Kazemonya doing quite well cooperating with him?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many people began to agree.

"Yes, yes, and not to mention Shiranui, many Jorogumo are also cooperating with Heiwa Harunobu's company."