Female Swordsman Training Dojo

The monks were a bit too dedicated, and their first aid techniques were a bit too skilled.

Before Aya Hosho could even finish her dream, they had already wrapped the bandage around Saburo Otsubo's neck. As a result, the monk they were responsible for bandaging had large areas of bone exposed on both of his hands.

The master craftsman of Toshogu Shrine also rushed over. The host was blocked off the stage by a bunch of monks and couldn't announce the winner. Hosho Amu didn't care and just looked at Harunobu's position.

However, Harunobu didn't look at him, but instead looked at another arena.

Amu Hosho looked over and saw that Yoko Saten was fighting someone, and she seemed to be having a bit of a tough time.

So, her efforts just now...

Amu Hosho pursed her lips, thinking that this was quite normal, after all...

"Well done, Amu!" A loud shout suddenly rang out. "You've completely mastered the dentistry technique! Looks like it's time to prepare your catalog certificate!"

Hosho Amu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Harunobu shouting in their direction with two thumbs up. His cheerful smile made him look like a fool, and the other judges around him even looked at him with a hint of looking at an idiot.

The host finally squeezed in, raised a megaphone, and shouted, "The outcome is decided!"

"The winner! Aozorakan! Amu Hosho!"

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Author's note: Waaaaah, no more recommendations!

Chapter 98: They dared not retaliate

"The victory is decided!"

"The winner! Aozorakan! Saten Yoko!"

Not long after Amu Hosho returned to Harunobu's side, Yoko Saten, who had finally won, also returned. However, covered in sweat, she didn't get too close, which made Nana Hanazawa, who was standing next to her, think to herself that she was useless.

I gave you a chance, but you didn’t use it!

"Amu, that move you just used was really impressive. I couldn't do that." Harunobu praised Hosho Amu, who then used the "Gyatsu" move with the momentum of "Thunderbolt Flash." The difficulty of this move was comparable to performing a high-level Kesa-giri while dragging the sword on the ground. They were completely opposite, and Harunobu really couldn't do it.

His body wasn't flexible enough to make that kind of rapid transition between contradictions.

"As expected, your talents surpass mine. I look forward to your future progress."

Harunobu gave Hosho Amu another thumbs up, then threw a provocative glance at Hirahara Daichu, who glared back sullenly, but looked utterly weak.

Meanwhile, the gym leaders from the lower valley who had originally been with him fell silent.

Facts speak louder than words. Even the unreliable Nana Hanazawa was able to fight the Okuden of Fushinkan to the point of mutual destruction. Saten Yoko and Hosho Amu, who just took to the field one after the other, directly demonstrated even greater power. Saten Yoko was alright; although she won, it wasn't easy. It can only be said that she was at the expected level among Okuden.

Amu Hosho defeated her opponent with a single sword strike. Yes, that was just a junior swordsman, but everyone saw the explosive force at the end. That force was so great that even an ordinary person wielding a steel pipe could have their brains splattered out if they were hit by it, let alone a junior swordsman. The speed that force brought was so great that people couldn't even react before their brains were splattered out.

But Amu Hosho not only reacted, but also used a move even more terrifying than that powerful burst of force. The extreme shift between movement and stillness, the instantaneous change from being poised to strike to a deadly thrust, caused many people to instinctively raise their hands to block their throats.

This immense power was enough to overwhelm all the disciples of the Wind and Blow Hall. Even Hirahara Daichu himself dared not say he could definitely win... It was probably a 40/60 chance, Hirahara Daichu thought to himself.

As for who is fourth and who is sixth... hehe.

It is also worth mentioning that the two individuals mentioned above only studied at the Aozora Museum for a little over a month.

And they've been practicing swordsmanship for at least a decade!

This is ridiculous... even genius has its limits, right?!

The dojo master who had broken down fell into philosophical contemplation of "What am I even alive for?" and "I'm done for," while those who hadn't broken down—like Hayashi Emon—perceived something more important.

Hojo Amu isn't the strongest. That little girl from Eta and Taira Harunobu's wife seem to be stronger than her.

Harunobu smiled at Hayashi Uemon and picked up the kitten: "Alright, it's your turn."

"My sword is ready!"

The kitten playfully raised her paw, prompting Qingxin to rub her head. Even though he was the one who taught her that line, the kitten sounded more like a magical cat than a peerless swordswoman…

The announcer on the stage had finished reading the kitten's name and was now reading her opponent's name.

"...Fushinkan! Kashima Shinto-ryu Okuden! Ito Chinmaru!"

The kitten paused for a moment on its short legs, then continued walking onto the ring.

"My sword is ready, is yours?"

There was no formal greeting. The kitten drew her sword and held it in front of her. Her height made the ordinary sword seem a bit long, but no one found it funny.

Ito Chinmaru of the Wind House adopted a mid-level stance as if facing a formidable enemy, which made Kyoko shake her head: "Such a low-class style."

Having said that, she suddenly stepped forward, and the katana in her hand swiftly slashed out, pointing directly at Ito Jinmaru's neck.

Ito Jinmaru calmly raised his sword to parry the attack. Just as he was about to press down and attack the kitten's hand, he found that the kitten had moved to his side, and the blade in its hand was stabbing towards his heart.

"Let's attack."

A mocking laugh rang out with the short sentence. The kitten ducked to avoid Ito Jinmaru's counterattack, grazed his sword blade, and delivered another slash, leaving a red mark near his ear.

"Let's try again?"

Using the scabbard to deflect Ito Jinmaru's masked katana, the cat laughed and stabbed twice more, forcing Ito Jinmaru back and forcing him to awkwardly regain his stance.

"You dare not retaliate."

Ito Jinmaru's face flushed red, as if he had been soaking in a bath for ten hours. He charged at the kitten without any regard for the consequences, but this powerful charge did not give him an advantage. Instead, it created more disadvantages for him.

The kitten simply adjusted its pace and body to avoid the charge, and even managed to strike Ito Jinmaru's abdomen and thigh again.

“It’s too slow.”

During the charge, Ito Jinmaru was attacked and his movements suddenly became distorted, his entire stance became disorganized and deformed. The cat took the opportunity to get close and give him a thorough beating.

"One step faster than you."

A charming voice echoed around the arena. Qingxin watched the kitten toying with her opponent with a strange expression, and suddenly wondered if she should not have taught her to say those strange words.

After all, it seemed like Pingyuan Dazhong was about to be driven mad by her.

After all, in Japanese, where direct insults are limited to "bastard," "damn it," and "inhuman," sarcastic remarks are the main form of language output. And the cat's current strange remarks are definitely a game-changer in this respect.

And she's still outputting damage!

"A sharp sword, a sharp eye."

"Others have tried, but only I succeeded."

"Heh, is this what you call a challenge?"

Ito Jinmaru, an expert in martial arts, was beaten like a weakling by Koneko. Every time he tried to unleash his power or counterattack, Koneko would seize the advantage or intercept him halfway, forcing him to change his moves. However, Koneko would see through his changes and repeat the process.

There's nothing we can do about it. After all, Hanazawa Nana's previous match had shown me almost all of Kashima Shinjou's moves. Laurent's Mind's Eye Blade plus the Eye of Insight is just that unreasonable.

Unless you're physically weaker or can do something "flawless," anyone who gets seen through by the kitten is just waiting to be toyed with to death.

Ito Jinmaru clearly falls short of both.

Finally, the kitten repeated all the strange stories twice, and then...

Chapter 101

After getting bored, he pressed his sword against Ito Chinmaru's throat and said, "Die."

Ito Jinmaru reluctantly stopped, but the kitten sheathed its sword: "Oh, right, I remember now, you're the one who offered your wife to Hirahara Daichu, right?"

"What a piece of trash... I don't want people to say I'm putting on an act with someone like you. Use your strongest move, maybe you can defeat me."

The kitten stepped back, adopting a stern look.

Holding the knife with both hands, raising it to the side of the face at eye level, with the blade horizontal and the tip pointing directly at the enemy, is a setup for a thrust.

Ito Jinmaru's flushed face gradually calmed down. No longer being attacked and mocked, he was finally able to compose himself and adjust his state.

He slowly stopped moving, focused his mind and breath, and assumed a mid-level stance. His eyes gradually calmed down as he looked at the kitten indifferently, as if he were just looking at a wisp of air.

With clear understanding of one's mind and true nature, one can see the vastness of the world.

Clouds and rosy hues danced in the air, their surface resembling the heavens.

Kashima Shinto-ryu - Ultimate Technique - Ichi no Tachi!

This is not a specific technique, but a way of focusing one's mind on the blade, temporarily transforming the physical blade into a kind of intangible power, thereby achieving the power to subdue all with a single blade.

This is the power that Ito Chinmaru desires, even at the cost of his wife!

To the onlookers, Ito Jinmaru suddenly grew incredibly tall, and the katana in his hand was like the Totsuka-no-Tsurugi wielded by a god in legend, radiating a terrifying aura. In the seemingly slow but actually fast swings, there was a kind of oppressive force that people could not avoid and did not want to avoid.

Harunobu's expression turned serious. This extraordinary power, unique to the samurai of this world, was still an unknown power to him.

However, he also believed that the cat was not the kind of person who would act recklessly. Just like before, it seemed that she was indulging in playing with the enemy, but in reality, Ito Jinmaru was always under her tight control.

The katana fell swiftly, seemingly slowly but actually with incredible speed.

Like divine power and the will of heaven, it slashed towards the kitten's head, but the kitten stood there stunned, as if it had given up.

Just as everyone was thinking the same thing, a sudden clap of thunder sounded.

Before anyone else could react, the kitten had already moved.

A straight, unadorned thrust pierced through the awe-inspiring light of the katana, revealing the truth beneath its godlike majesty.

Breath of Thunder!

Cut through the air!

The blade tip met the blade, and the blade, which had been slashing high, was broken through by the tip and stopped in front of Ito Jinmaru's heart. No one doubted that if the cat hadn't stopped, this slash would have been able to pierce Ito Jinmaru's heart.

"Give in, you fools, you've already lost!"

The outcome has been decided.

High judgment.

The kitten didn't even wait for the host to announce it before running back to Harunobu's side. The two shameless guys looked at Hirahara Daichu with smirks, their expressions gradually becoming arrogant. Hirahara Daichu's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Harunobu then looked away and gave the kitten a high five: "Yay~"

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Author's Note: A chapter with sound~

However, the author's true love is Ashe...

Chapter 99: Still Killed in Seconds

Hirahara Daichu was taken for emergency treatment, and his "companions" had no intention of standing up for him. They all looked away when Harunobu glanced at them, pretending to be indifferent.

As for the original intention of giving Qingxin a hard time and teaching him to respect his seniors' ideas, it naturally vanished without a trace, providing only a bit of a laugh for the smart people present, without even causing a ripple.

After all, it was just a loose alliance of a few small dojos, and they initially thought they were only going to deal with a young junior.

Unexpectedly, they ran into a dragon crossing the river.

Seeing that they had given in, Qingxin did not press them any further, because these small fry could be dealt with at any time, but the other covetous guys were not so easy to handle.

His gaze fell on Hayashi Uemon.

"Let me make this clear from the start, Master Lin, if you dare to say that my disciple should become your disciple, then we'll have to fight to the death today."

Harunobu gently rubbed the kitten's face back into a disgusted expression, and as he looked at Hayashi Uemon, he deliberately raised his voice slightly to convey the message to the other "seniors" who were also watching.

The reason we don’t use “samurai” to refer to him is because there are also monks, shrine maidens, and even a priest holding a cross looking at Harunobu. Although they are of different status and even race, the look in their eyes when they look at Harunobu is surprisingly consistent—greedy.

Especially Hayashi Uemon.

The samurai, who was already in his forties but still looked young, laughed and said to Haruno, "How could I do something so dishonorable?"

Harunobu's mind raced for a moment before he spoke first: "You just intend to take me as your disciple, right? But I refuse."

Lin Youemon was taken aback, but after only a slight pause, he smiled again; the strong do have privileges.

As for how to tell that Harunobu is a strong person... he was able to educate several women to this extent in just over a month, so who would believe he wasn't strong?

Even Lin Youemon began to suspect that when he first met Taira Harunobu, the guy might have deliberately pretended to be weak. After all, it couldn't be that he had also become stronger rapidly in the past month or so, could it?

However, he is definitely not as strong as me!

This wasn't just Hayashi Emon's idea; everyone else—except those who had already been overwhelmed by Harunobu—thought the same way.

Only those with such strong self-confidence, even arrogant determination, can muster a powerful enough will, instead of having their Kashima Shinto-ryu technique broken by a child who has just touched the threshold of willpower, like Ito Serizawa just now.

It's not that the sword is bad, but that the person using it is bad.

How could a guy who would give away his wife possibly possess the power to subdue all things and maintain unwavering resolve with his sword?