Female Swordsman Training Dojo

"Mm." Harunoku responded with a smile, but then looked away for a moment. "Nana, you'll practice 50...100 repetitions of Su-zhen later. Yezi, watch over her."

Saten Yoko nodded solemnly, holding her wooden sword and staring at Hanazawa Nana, whose face had just lit up with a cheerful smile. She watched as Hanazawa Nana picked up the wooden sword that she had just thrown down with a mournful expression.

"Waaaah, the teachers' college is inhumane—"

"Still have the energy to cry? Then..."

shhhhh--

The sound of a wooden sword tearing through the air rang out quickly, making Qingxin roll his eyes. If only this brainless guy could work as hard as Buxing, then his fourth position wouldn't have been given to Buxing.

Having dealt with the troublemaker, Harunobu grabbed Hirako's hand. This bold move immediately drew the attention of the other disciples. If Hanazawa Nana hadn't already been taught a lesson, the troublemaker might have started whistling.

She truly lives up to her reputation as a female college student.

Even though they had already engaged in more intimate acts, doing so in front of so many acquaintances still made Yukiko blush. The dashing instructor instantly transformed into her adorable student number one: "Instructor..."

The murmurs made Harunobu feel like his bones were melting, but in front of so many female disciples, he still managed to maintain a dignified demeanor, though he quickened his pace as he pulled Hirako aside.

Amidst the envious, shy, and teasing gazes of the female college students, the two left the main dojo and arrived at the corridor. The withered cherry blossom trees stood bare in the courtyard, their branches swaying in the wind, shattering and spreading the sunlight onto the corridor.

Without the distracting gazes of acquaintances, Hirako took the initiative to hold Harunobu's fingers and snuggled into his arms: "Teacher~"

With one arm around Hirako's slender waist, Harunobu's other hand slid into her soft hair. The cool touch felt like shards of ice flowing down, and he couldn't help but kiss her forehead, which was so close to his.

The kitten sitting by the door watched the two of them being intimate and let out a slightly sour yawn.

Finally, after enough tenderness, the two got down to business.

“Good news,” Harunobu said. “The person you contacted wasn’t from the White Lotus Cult, but from the Yakuza, the Tanaka Group, a direct affiliate of the Demon Dragon Society.”

Chapter 66

This is indeed good news. Although it means that although Hirako was cheated out of her money for several years and almost had to rent a shared room, at least her parents are probably healthy again, and she won't have to waste money anymore.

Qingxin felt her let out a long breath, and the delicate body in his arms seemed to lighten a little. The gaze that had been fixed on her face became heavier and heavier, overflowing with tender affection.

This made him feel good, but it also made him increasingly angry.

Those two old bastards better have some perfectly legitimate reason, otherwise...

Harunobu suppressed his raging anger. He was not going to tell Hirako the truth until he had sufficient evidence to prove it, so as not to cause her unnecessary internal strife. He had already told Kyoko about this on the way, including arranging for someone to keep an eye on the alley and Tanaka Mataichi's meeting. Kyoko was always trustworthy in this kind of thing.

"That's great." Hirako leaned against Harunobu's chest, feeling relieved. "Now I can finally get a little closer to you, Shihan."

“You’ve always been the closest person to me, Sachiko.”

Without batting an eye, the kitten popped a candy into its mouth, and the sweet and sour taste instantly filled its mouth, just like the taste that was currently permeating between Harunobu and Hirako.

How can these two people say such things to each other without batting an eye?

"Besides, the money from before is hard to say, but I'll find a way to get the money you handed over this time back." Qingxin's hand, which was wrapped around her slender waist, began to wander downwards. "After all, it's my money too~"

Hirako smiled too. She knew what Harunobu meant, since she had said before that the money was her dowry.

Meanwhile, Harunobu, who had been staring at her the whole time, was suddenly struck by the girl's radiant smile, which was adorned with dappled sunlight in her hair. The girl's smile instantly captivated his heart.

Incidentally, he gets hit in the chest more than ten times a day on average by Hirako.

Just as the two were about to engage in something inappropriate for children in front of the kitten, the sound of footsteps broke into this sickeningly sweet area, rescuing the kitten from being overwhelmed by the sweetness.

The three of them looked at Amu Hojo, who had just opened the door. Looking at Harunobu and Sachiko's posture, she suddenly felt like closing the door and saying, "Excuse me."

Although Harunobu was a little annoyed, he wasn't really angry or neglecting his duties.

"Amu, is there something you need?" After spending these past few days together, Harunobu was now able to address his third disciple by his given name.

Upon hearing Harunobu speak, Hosho Amu stopped hesitating about whether to leave tactfully and said directly, "Teacher, I would like to apply for accommodation at the dormitory!"

Harunobu was somewhat surprised to see Hosho Amu bowing to him, but before he could speak, the cat that had been enjoying the rare fresh air jumped up and asked, "Miss Hosho, are you sure you're okay not going back to the Hosho Dojo?"

These past few days, Hojo Amu has been training like the cats, leaving the Blue Sky Hall in the evening to go back to the Neko House or Hojo Dojo. The cats have to manage and help the little guys at the Neko House, but Hojo Amu's situation is simpler—her parents are waiting for her to come home for dinner!

So, why did you suddenly decide to move to Aozorakan?

Amu Hosho was furious about this: "My father said that since I don't listen to him and insist on studying with you, Master, I shouldn't live in his dojo anymore!"

I really love what the kitten says: "Huh?"

No, ladies.

What's wrong with your dad? He sent his daughter to another man's house just because she was learning swordsmanship from someone else? Did he lose his mind? I don't remember Qingxin cutting off his head either.

Harunobu and Sachiko managed to regain their composure amidst the kitten's astonishment, avoiding any rudeness.

“Director Hosho is too much…” Harunobu rubbed his temples, wondering what was wrong with Hosho Ichijo. “In that case, you can stay here. There are still rooms available.”

"Just consider the accommodation fee as part of the tuition fee, don't worry too much about it. Just remember to help Sachiko with the housework from time to time."

Harunobu said generously, "Anyway, there are still many empty rooms in the living area. Not to mention that Amu Hojo is the only one, even the little cat has her own room."

Although she had felt there wouldn't be any problems from the start, Amu Hojo still breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Harunobu's affirmative answer: "Thank you, Master! I'll go practice now!"

“Young people are really energetic.” Harunobu sighed in a deliberately old-fashioned manner, then suddenly turned his head and bit Hirako’s earlobe. “But I still prefer the mature older sister.”

"Hey..."

Startled by the sudden attack, Hirako let out a soft moan. Her slight displeasure at the invasion of their private time vanished instantly, replaced by tenderness and affection. But this time, the kitten didn't show his deadpan expression; instead, he fell into deep thought.

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Author's Note: The chapter you've all been waiting for is chapter sixty-eight! There's a fourth update today! I accidentally wrote too much of the romance before the erotic scenes, and if I had stopped there...

Okay, everyone, please don't criticize me for being a pretentious writer after reading that chapter, sob sob.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Gouzi Literature (2/4)

While Harunobu was holding Taira Yukiko, enjoying the warmth and juiciness of her body, Tanaka Mataichi was being enjoyed by someone else.

After Harunobu left, Tanaka Mataichi's four old (and) companions, who had already lost everything, also slowly woke up. After wailing for several minutes and paying tribute to their dead second brother with hoarse voices, they finally discovered Tanaka Mataichi lying among them, his body a mess, his upper and lower body in a terrible state.

Based on the situation at the scene and their own experience, they easily concluded that they had been sexually assaulted.

Moreover, he was an extremely petty and perverted man who wanted to destroy his older brother and would use the most brutal methods to expand any hole that couldn't be filled.

What a bad luck!

After a difficult journey back to the office, and shocking everyone from the team leader who was having an affair with Wakato's wife to the members of the group who were having sex, they confidently explained their conclusions to Wakato, who was already cuckolded by his own father at a young age. They even added details such as his lewd gaze, his obscene actions, and his superb unique skills.

Even if they only saw a man wearing a fox mask, they were immediately killed. They didn't even know when their second brother was beaten to a pulp.

With the five people speaking with unwavering conviction, Tanaka Masamura, the young leader of the Tanaka group, naturally chose to believe them. He then turned his attention to Tanaka Mataichi's bloodstained peach with great interest.

At first glance, Tanaka Masamura believed them even more. He was a professional player who had been playing backdoor tricks with Tanaka Group Leader since he was able to get hard, and his judgment was impeccable.

Honestly, if he had known earlier that his subordinates had such beautiful buttocks, then it wouldn't have been that man in the fox mask who made the move.

Licking his lips, Tanaka Masamura waved for his men to take away the four who had been thrown into chaos, and then gently asked Tanaka, "Yaichi-kun, do you want revenge?"

As he spoke, his rough, large hand had already hooked onto another bloodstained waistband of Tanaka's pants.

Tanaka forced a smile. As a man who wanted to take his place, he had of course investigated his rival long ago and knew his hobbies very well—which was why he was so ruthless to himself.

If he wanted to obtain enough evidence within two days as required by Taira no Shin, he had no choice but to take the fastest method.

Sure enough, the pervert's eyes changed completely when he saw the imperial crest that he had personally destroyed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tanaka Mataichi quickly spoke up as planned: "Yes! Of course I want revenge! But I know that I'm not worth the group going to such great lengths to find such a skilled swordsman."

"Huh?" Tanaka Masamura was somewhat surprised. "You're quite clever. So, what do you want to do?"

"I want you to give me a chance! A chance!"

Chapter 67

I have the opportunity to prove my worth! I want to be your bodyguard!

Tanaka Yaichi gritted his teeth and growled hysterically. The humiliation of the past few years and the pain that was still raging at this moment made his performance incredibly realistic, perfectly deceiving Tanaka Masamura.

“Not bad, very determined!” Tanaka Masamura lifted his loincloth, revealing a treasured sword as slender as a child’s finger. “Mine is very big, just bear with it.”

……

The next day, Tanaka Masamura, whose injuries had worsened considerably, received treatment from the priest and became Tanaka Masamura's bodyguard, responsible for organizing documents in the wakagashira's private room.

This was certainly an extra promotion, but not special treatment. After all, there were quite a few of Tanaka Masamura's guards in the Tanaka Group, and each of them had initially held this position.

Recalling the excited yet pitying look in his senior's eyes during the handover, Tanaka calmed down and meticulously began working on the documents.

until late at night.

With his royal crest in full bloom, Tanaka left the Tanaka Group with an air of nonchalance. No one stopped him; everyone knew the young leader's hobbies, and even the gazes directed at him were a mixture of regret and envy.

Don't get me wrong, those regretful glances are from his other old (and companions), and they're just lamenting that they can't get their hands on him for free anymore.

Despite his aching body, Tanaka walked into the cold wind, but the fire in his heart burned even more fiercely, allowing him to fearlessly enter the night.

Several letters that had been smuggled out, along with account details that could not be smuggled out but could only be copied, were handed over to a child's small hands in the darkness. The two men, who had never met before, did not exchange any words or communication, and after completing the handover, they quickly disappeared back into the darkness.

It was Tuesday morning again when the kitten found Harunobu practicing his sword alone at the dojo.

"That guy handed it over to Shutaro last night, and he was pretty quick, although the method was a bit..." Tanaka Mataichi's matter wasn't exactly a secret, and Yakuza was never tight-lipped. Under Nekoya's careful surveillance, they naturally gathered the information.

Harunobu stopped practicing, not thinking it was good news. He even secretly hoped that Tanaka Mataichi was lying, since the truth was too disgusting. But Harunobu really didn't want to do such self-deception.

He took the letter and began to read it, but soon stopped. The unscrupulous and undisguised language was too much for him to bear, and he even hesitated about whether to show it to Hirako.

But how could he verify the letter's authenticity without reading it? Even finding information across districts wasn't always easy for the cat shop, let alone going to Osaka.

Moreover, this matter couldn't be kept from Hirako, and she wasn't the kind of person who was easily frail.

Harunobu made his decision, and just then, the sound of the paper sliding door being pulled open came from inside. Hirako, still wearing an apron, smiled gently and called out to Harunobu and the kitten, "You two~ Time for breakfast~"

Qingxin and Xiaomao exchanged a glance, got up and walked over. The three of them returned to the restaurant and sat down.

The obviously awkward atmosphere made Hirako not call out "Dinner is served" as usual, but instead she took Harunobu's hand, which was holding hers. Her soft palms were covered with thick calluses, not from practicing swordsmanship, but from the hardships of being a textile worker.

“Sachiko, I have something to tell you.” Harunobu placed the letter in front of Hira Sachiko. “It’s about the truth of the Tanaka Group’s fraud, and the whole process before that.”

Harunoki firmly grasped Hirako's hand, feeling her go from calm to trembling, and then to deathly cold.

There's no need to ask whether it's true or false anymore. The fact that Hirako, with her remarkably resilient personality, would react this way already proves everything.

The kitten jumped off the chair, its soft footsteps echoing as it left the restaurant, leaving behind the sound of the chair scraping against the floor.

Harunobu pulled Sachiko into his arms and held her close, quietly inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

After a long silence, a faint, tearful voice rang out: "Why...why..."

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Author's Note: Just to be clear, the protagonist will not be involved in Nantong.

Chapter 67: The Only Family Member (3/4)

In the quiet restaurant, soft sobs mingled with the rising steam of the soup. The warm water had finally boiled, startling the girl from her cool dream.

Fortunately, when Liang Meng shattered, she had already met her warrior.

Harunobu gently stroked the delicate body in his arms, pressing his palm against her trembling back, transferring a deep warmth to soothe Hirako's broken heart.

This was the first time he had ever seen her so heartbroken, as vulnerable as a child having a nightmare. He even regretted telling her the truth, but it was necessary. No matter how beautiful the dream woven from lies was, it would eventually shatter. And now, at least she still had him.

Gently patting Hirako's back, Harunobu tightly embraced the girl in his arms. Her voluptuous body pressed against him, and he could feel the soft touch of her smooth skin all over his body, especially the incredibly impactful heaviness of her chest.

But at this moment, Harunobu was surprisingly free of those distracting thoughts. Compared to the heavy pressure of the abundant harvest, he felt that the faint dampness on his clothes was more touching.

"Why...Mom..."

Between sobs, she murmured a question to herself, but Qingxin didn't answer. He simply held her tighter, showing his attitude through his actions.

Then, even more delicate sounds, first touching his solid chest, reached his ears.

That was Hirako's ordinary yet difficult life.

She was born into an ordinary farming family. The countryside in Osaka was not wealthy, and her parents naturally wanted a boy. As a result, Hirako quickly learned to manage the household chores for a family of four, which was so common in the village that she didn't feel any sense of loss. In fact, she was rarely beaten and lived a good life in the village.

When she was sixteen, her parents took her to the local Ame-no-Tama-no-Miko Shrine and exchanged her for a stack of banknotes. It was the first time that Hirako had seen them laugh so happily, even happier than when she gave birth to her younger brother. Hirako was also very happy because the shrine maiden was the envy of all the girls in the village.

But soon things changed. Unable to learn the magic of Ame-no-Tsutsumi Shrine, her treatment gradually worsened. She went from having her own room to sharing with other girls. Finally, two months before her eighteenth birthday, the shrine maiden who taught her magic gave her two choices: compensate for the training costs or transfer to another shrine maiden to learn special training methods.

Hirako understood that special training method. Many of the girls living with her had chosen this path. Their shrine maiden outfits were more gorgeous and more revealing, and they all had close relationships with outsiders.