Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Yuan Xueying slowly interjected: "Qingxin probably meant to have the police do it. What could be more humiliating than having a group of civilian police officers, who are never taken seriously by the military, storm into a general's house, drag him out into the street, and shoot him?"

Harunobu added, "And it's also legal."

“Okay.” Fujiwara Kaguya wiped the denim stains around her cherry-like lips and ran to the living room to make a phone call. A short while later, she ran back: “Harunobu, Tomoko said she’d be happy to help, and when would you like to ask?”

"Wow..." Harunobu thought for a moment. It was only the beginning of November, and it was a pity that he couldn't wait until February 26th. He couldn't wait that long.

Let's do it today then.

Fujiwara Kaguya relayed Harunobu's decision to Hijikata Souji on the other end of the phone.

The crazed samurai fanatic whistled excitedly: "Princess Kaguya, tell your husband for me that I love him to death!"

"You little bitch—" Fujiwara Kaguya was furious, but Hijikata Souji's voice had faded into the distance, and all that could be heard was her shouting, "Get your asses moving! Idiots! We're going to save this country!"

Fujiwara Kaguya hung up the phone, fuming, and returned to the dining table with her hands on her hips, complaining, "I think that crazy woman will raise the banner of honesty and hang those traitors at the crossroads."

“Or just use a katana to commit seppuku for them.” Minamoto Yukisakura shook her head and added, “I remember she collected all the swords of the Shinsengumi, and even those that were damaged or lost, she made an exact replica of them.”

"It seems like it's only a matter of time before she ends up in the teacher's bed," someone teased. Another person said to Fujiwara Kaguya in a serious tone, "If I were you, I'd be on good terms with her right now, so I'd have another good friend to freeload off."

Fujiwara Kaguya fell into deep thought.

Qingxin was speechless. What kind of nonsense was this? He looked like that...

Chapter 614

Are they people who accept anyone who comes their way?

There was a moment of silence at the table, then everyone looked at Qingxin with a meaningful gaze: "What do you think?"

Harunobu calmly picked up a piece of steak: "Alright, everyone eat up; after you're done, let me see if you've been practicing your swordsmanship properly lately!"

Joyful laughter filled the ryoku dormitory. Lucifera, who had initially been a little unaccustomed to the atmosphere, couldn't help but smile, her large eyes curving into crescent moons.

Only Harunosu remained, muttering something about being a pure love warrior and just wanting to give everyone a home, among other obscure and incomprehensible words, which elicited continuous laughter.

Chapter 568: Honoring the Emperor and Punishing the Traitors, Eliminating Insects and Shooting Down the Sun

"Hurry! Follow me!"

"Don't fall behind! No one is allowed to act on their own!"

"Honor the emperor and punish traitors! Eradicate the national traitors!"

"For General Ping!"

High-pitched, excited shouts echoed through Yamagata Aritomo's luxurious manor, followed by screams. This would have been absolutely unthinkable in the past, as Yamagata Aritomo's status and power would have kept everyone in the manor restrained and silent.

He was the leader of the Choshu Domain's military aristocracy. He was the one who turned the Japanese army into the Choshu Domain's exclusive domain. Offending him was almost equivalent to offending the massive Choshu Domain and its army. At any moment, some peasant with explosives strapped to his body might shout "God punish me!" and explode.

He even served as Prime Minister twice; during his tenure, he launched and commanded the First Sino-Japanese War and suppressed the Boxer Rebellion, making him a figure of "outstanding merit." Even after abdicating, he retained the title of Grand Duke and maintained substantial control over many factions.

Even the police, one could say, benefited from his policies. He enacted the Public Security Police Law, which greatly expanded the police's scope of law enforcement and powers, making them, in the eyes of the Japanese, like dog spies—don't get me wrong, the police didn't see this as a bad thing.

It's fair to say that his students, disciples, and old friends are scattered throughout Japan. A single cough from him could send shivers down the spine of the entire Japanese bureaucracy. A man like him should, in his home, be completely undisturbed, let alone screaming or shouting; he should maintain an air of elegance, tranquility, composure, and grace.

But the facts are right in front of us.

While still having lunch, Yamagata Aritomo, enraged, was helped to the window by his son. He looked in the direction from which the sound came and saw a large group of police officers wearing dark blue haori over their uniforms, some even carrying banners with the character "诚" (sincerity). They blasted open the gates of Yamagata Aritomo's manor and charged towards the most luxurious building inside—the very spot where Yamagata Aritomo was—with perfect discipline and boundless enthusiasm.

Some of the manor's guards tried to stop them, but those who stepped forward were shot in the knee and thrown aside; those who were hiding and firing snipers stared in disbelief at the light screen that blocked the bullets, trying to seek help from the spellcaster.

In the lair of someone like Yamagata Aritomo, there are certainly spellcasters, and even monsters. Even though many have already escaped, some who are not afraid of death, or who think Yamagata Aritomo couldn't be implicated so easily, remain. But these usually arrogant big shots are now staring blankly at the glowing screens on the police officers, looking as if their mothers have died.

The average person wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but how could they not recognize it as a magical artifact produced by the Ame-no-Tama-no-Mikoto Shrine? Yes, those are all low-level magical artifacts; they could easily break them. But who would dare to do that? Who would want to do that?

Although Yamagata Aritomo was already very old, born in 1838 and already 76 years old, he reacted extremely quickly, looking at the Karasu Tengu sitting to the side. He had summoned the strongest yokai! This was a demon king, a legendary Great Tengu! He even had the feat of single-handedly annihilating an army of three hundred fully armed men.

"Lord Yamagata, I..."

"I don't intend to make things difficult for you, Lord Moxiu. I just want you to take my son away! He's still very young!"

Karasu Tengu tapped his mask and reluctantly stood up: "Alright, but your son shouldn't have been involved in that matter, right?"

They all knew what they were talking about.

Yamagata Aritomo, supporting himself, swore an oath: "I promise!"

The tengu spread its wings and grabbed Yamagata Isaburo, whose eyes were filled with tears: "Then, farewell, old friend."

As the police approached the room, the Karasu Tengu had already carried Yamagata Itsaburo out the window. Although someone immediately opened fire on the obviously yokai, ordinary single-person weapons posed little threat to a yokai of this level, let alone the Karasu Tengu, which had already accelerated from a standstill.

Ah, Fan...

"How dare a mere monster so brazenly fly over Tokyo? We Bracers have really been underestimated."

A vibrant male voice came from below, sounding quite pleasant, but the tengu was instantly terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. Without hesitation, he channeled all his magical power, attempting to escape by riding the wind.

Unfortunately, he was still a little too slow.

"Breaking Wind Slash!"

The energetic shout grew louder as it approached. The Tengu felt the air he had always felt so at ease suddenly become unfamiliar, but what terrified him even more was the name of the sword technique the man had shouted out. "Whirlwind Slash"—that wasn't from the Azure Sky Pavilion—and it was from a Bracer!! So he really was a swordsman from the Azure Sky Pavilion!!

And the male swordsmen of the Blue Sky Pavilion, there are only 10!

The tengu felt his soul tremble and dared not even think of retaliating, only wanting to escape as quickly as possible. In order to get there faster, he even abandoned Yamagata Isaburo, who weighed only a little over 130 pounds, and let him experience a parachute jump without a parachute.

But then he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his right rib. It was the pain of a sharp blade tearing through flesh and shredding his internal organs.

Impossible! How could a human possibly keep up with my speed?

While the tengu was still in shock, another, rather cold, even gloomy male voice rang out: "Ichiro, if you want to die, I can help you with the second. You don't need to mess with the Aozorakan."

"Well, don't worry about such a small thing. Besides, doesn't Feng Hou's Shikai look the same as the Gale Breath Slash?"

"Those are two different things."

"Then you can help me think of a more impressive name!"

"Can't you just say 'Shikainame' directly?"

"It's rare that I can release the initial liberation without chanting any spells, so of course I have to make good use of this advantage! Look, it's done!"

In the midst of a casual conversation, the tengu was sliced ​​into several pieces by a sharp blade, which scattered throughout Yamagata Aritomo's estate. One piece was blown by the wind right in front of Yamagata Aritomo, and along with his adopted son, who was also his nephew Yamagata Itsaburo, who had been killed in the fall, it was imprinted on his mind.

"What an easy job! And it's rare that the ladies at Aozorakan didn't come to steal my work. Ah, let's grab a drink later! Sanmonji!"

"You're not allowed to go. Drinking will affect your hand stability." The cold, gloomy male voice rang out again: "Besides, we're not guerrillas. Don't keep courting death."

"Ugh, so rigid..."

"I'm going to report it."

"This is betrayal! It will get your whole family killed!"

"It's okay, you're part of my family too."

"You guy..."

Listening to these two idiots' antics, Hijikata Souji couldn't help but pull out his gun and fire into the air: "You two! Get over here with me now and go to the next place! If you miss it, I'll dock your entire next month's salary!"

"And this month's..."

"They deducted all of it last month!"

Hijikata Souji rubbed her temples to calm her blood pressure. These two were samurai talents she had discovered from the common people; their skills were excellent, but their personalities were just too stupid. She used to think it was normal for highly skilled people to have some quirks, but thinking of Taira no Harunobu, the more she looked at these two idiots, the more displeased she became!

However, there was nothing she could do; she didn't have as many capable people as Harunobu.

Chapter 615

There are many, especially since it's limited to commoners. Fortunately, not everyone has a powerful demon close to the level of a demon king in their family; machine guns and small mortars are basically enough to solve the problem.

In short, I suppose I did not disappoint Hiraharunobu's trust and entrustment.

Seeing Yamagata Aritomo being dragged over by his men, Hijikata Souji pointed the still-smoky gun barrel at him: "Congratulations on your impending doom, Mr. Yamagata."

A gunshot silenced Yamagata Aritomo's words—from behind him, the son of a fisherman from Kagoshima.

And such things are happening all over Tokyo.

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Author's Note: Update Request Progress: 19/30. I didn't expect to run into Yin Kaka instead of 226... So unexpected! ヽ(゜▽゜)

Then, I'm begging for votes! It's been so long since I've asked for votes, poor thing, I'm just a nobody.

Chapter 569: The Elegant Politics of the New Dynasty

When those nobles and powerful families were either shot on the spot or dragged out to be sentenced in the street and then shot on the spot by groups of peasant police, a chorus of cheers followed the government's newly announced policies, and a heated scramble for spoils began.

Naturally, such a large-scale mobilization involving politics, economics, people's livelihood, and academia will cause a lot of trouble. Ambitious individuals, vested interests, fools who cannot distinguish facts, academic cliques, financial groups... they will all want to get a share of it, or resist its advancement, so as not to affect their own interests.

But now, seeing the Army and Navy Department, this chicken that was being slaughtered and clucking, the monkeys immediately fell silent.

The new dynasty's policies are beneficial to the country and its people, and everyone is happy to see them!

They wouldn't dare openly oppose it, or even secretly sabotage it. After all, times have changed. They are no longer the high and mighty, unattainable, hereditary noble families, but just a bunch of government laborers who are "if you don't do it, someone else will"—Amaterasu wouldn't mind directly searching their souls and reading their minds.

Having been betrayed by the military and broken by Harunobu, Amaterasu has subtly changed her political beliefs. She still believes the elite class is important, but she no longer endorses aristocratic politics. A group of people with hundreds or even thousands of years of history can't defeat a mere twenty-something orphan—are aristocratic systems really useless? It's true, the strong should ruthlessly humiliate the weak!

Okay, she's getting a bit too socially minded, but it doesn't matter, Harunobu will take action.

At least until she can beat Qingxin, she doesn't dare to publicize Sheda, otherwise she will be severely beaten and humiliated.

patience!

When she becomes a true god, she will definitely humiliate Taira no Shin thoroughly!

"Ancestral God, what are you thinking about now?"

Misuruhime's voice interrupted Amaterasu's reverie, drawing her gaze back to the towering pile of documents before her. Her eyes narrowed, and she immediately turned to Misuruhime, retorting, "What is it?"

Misuru Hime smiled helplessly: "Ancestral God, I've finished processing all the documents on my end, but you haven't even touched yours yet. Is there some problem?"

Amaterasu's eyes darted away for a moment, then she said matter-of-factly, "Since you have time now, I'll leave these to you."

Misuruhime's smile faded. She was thinking of going to see Harunobu after get off work and spending some quality time together. Who has time to read documents here!

So angry!

But Miho-hime could only speak tactfully: "Ancestral God, these documents still need your review, after all, I'm about to start preparing for the wedding."

The subtext was, "I'm now one of Hirahara no Shin's people, so please don't show me these top-secret intelligence documents anymore"—even though she had already read them long ago.

Amaterasu understood perfectly, and she had indeed fallen for the trap. Although she had already acknowledged her defeat in the competition with Taira no Harunobu, and had begun to follow Harunobu's orders as agreed, preparing to hunt down Izanagi; but precisely because of this! That's why she couldn't admit it!

The bird's beak is really hard.

The Golden Crow is also a bird.

So she could only sit back down with a heavy heart and pick up those boring documents. Dealing with these things wasn't difficult for her, and even a few more wouldn't be hard, but it was incredibly tedious. Especially when she thought about how the once diligent and unpaid Misuruhime had suddenly become a lazy, slacking-off office worker who left on time, her resentment towards her intensified.

When I become stronger...

Amaterasu grumbled inwardly, while Misuru-hime retreated to her seat and began chatting with Harunobu in her mind, discussing the specific arrangements for the wedding. Every now and then, she would let out an uncontrollable laugh, sweet as honey and soft as milk, like an innocent little girl, completely unlike the iron-fisted prime minister.

What a shame!

Amaterasu gritted her teeth and buried her head in the pile of documents.

Misuru glanced at her, then continued chatting with Harunobu as if nothing had happened.

In this atmosphere, Harunobu and Misuru-hime celebrated their second wedding.

The process is roughly the same as last time. Harunobu departs from Aozorakan and his destination is Ame-no-Tsurugi-no-Mikoto Shrine. The difference is that this time, Misuru-hime will not go to Ame-no-Tsurugi-no-Mikoto Shrine by herself, but will wait for Harunobu to go to the Imperial Palace to bring her there.

However, it was still the same royal driver who drove the wedding car to Aozora-kan to pick up Harunobu.

When Qingxin appeared, he politely opened the car door for her and waited patiently...

Until Qingxin inexplicably poked her head out of the car and asked, "Driver, why aren't you driving yet?"

The driver paused, then said tactfully, "Your Highness, your female companion..."

Before the driver could finish speaking, Qingxin burst into wild laughter.

"The groom's bridesmaid... hahaha—"

"This driver is really perceptive, he knows how to handle things... Pfft."

In the end, even Misuru Hime couldn't help but laugh: "Really, Harunobu, look at the mess you made last time!"