Female Swordsman Training Dojo

However, this does not mean that the kitten's victory was meaningless; a victory is a victory.

As of now, Aozorakan has one draw and three wins, making it the highest winning percentage among all participating dojos. A large number of people in the audience have begun to praise the Natural Sunshine Style, even though they may have been criticizing the Women's Style Dojo for being immoral and violating the ancestors just a couple of days ago.

The strongest swordsmanship in Tokyo—although nothing was said, everyone's attention was subtly drawn to Hirako.

This wife of Taira no Harunobu was also his top disciple, and she learned the secret techniques of the Tennen Seishin-ryu school, the Thunder Sword, just like Taira no Harunobu himself.

What kind of victory can she achieve?

Just then, the host called out the name of Hirako.

"Winner's Group No. 30! Aozorakan! Tennen Harshin-ryu, Communication University of China! Hira Yukiko!"

"A showdown!"

"Number 638! Rin-in-kan! Katori Shinto-ryu, Menkyo Kaiden! Fujiwara Toyotsuna!"

"Now—the outcome!"

Harunobu and Hayashi Uemon shifted their gazes from their confrontation to the ring. Hirako, who had already landed firmly, nodded slightly to her opponent and then smoothly assumed the Thunderclap Splash stance. The thunderous sound drowned out the announcer's footsteps and interrupted Fujiwara Toyotsuna—Hayashi Uemon's eldest disciple—from his polite greeting.

His eyes sharpened, tearing away his previously gentle and refined demeanor to reveal a chilling nature beneath. A gleaming blade flowed from its sheath, lying horizontally before him. The afternoon sun futilely swirled around him, yet...

Chapter 102

The chilling light lingered.

Katori Shinto-ryu, Kanshin method, Great Cold God!

The spectators watching the ring all shivered. Although it was a cold winter day, there were many heating devices in Sumida River Park, and the dense crowd kept the temperature at a fairly high level. This shouldn't be the case.

But looking at Fujiwara Toyotsuna on the stage, the audience couldn't help but shiver. It was like watching someone strip naked and jump into an icy river in the dead of winter; just looking at it made them feel the cold.

On the other hand, although Hirako's long, deep breaths were as loud as thunder, they were only relatively loud—could it be that this Thunder Princess/Chidori Princess/Peerless Speed ​​is about to lose?

As if absorbing the thoughts of these swaying spectators, Fujiwara Toyotsuna's aura grew stronger. Even though he didn't move or shout, he maintained a simple mid-stance, giving the impression that his figure had grown taller and become unfathomable.

"Is this Shinto?" Harunobu wondered, observing the situation below and muttering to himself.

Hayashi Uemon took the initiative to speak: "Aren't you worried about the number of your wives? At this level of confrontation, Toyotsuna won't be able to back down."

"It doesn't matter, I will take action."

Harunobu bluntly pressed down on the asabi at his waist, causing Hayashi Uemon to choke again. Then he also pressed down on the sword at his waist: "In that case, I can't let you bully the weak, Master Taira."

Harunobu paused for a moment, then looked at Toshogu Shūshō with a reproachful expression: "Sigh, as the saying goes in Chinese studies, 'One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black.'"

Toshogu Shūshō looked completely bewildered. "Wait, what do you mean?"

So you two shameless bastards are saying that you're shameless because of me?

Namo Amitabha Buddha!

Below the stage, the two instructors were on the verge of exchanging blows, while on the stage, the two senior disciples appeared quite calm, each maintaining their own stance as if they were two machines that happened to be facing each other.

But ultimately, this is a competition.

An untimely gust of cold wind swept across the arena, stirring up two withered leaves that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. They swirled and drifted through the air, passing by Fujiwara Toyotsuna.

At that moment, Hirayuki and Fujiwara Toyotsuna moved simultaneously.

Fujiwara Toyotsuna swung down his katana. Although it was not his family's heirloom sword "Hyougoku," the slash still caused a chilling wind, like a hellish iceberg, to surge up. Even the air itself seemed to freeze. No matter how fast the sword-drawing technique or how powerful the explosive force, once the air itself turned into solid ice, the sword could no longer move quickly.

Fujiwara Toyotsuna, with unwavering confidence, strode forward and unleashed a decisive blow. At this moment, he was the Great God of Cold, who commanded winter and the cold winds and governed the icy hell!

Then, he took flight.

A violent thunderclap boomed in his ears.

Thunder Breathing - First Form - Lightning Flash - Divine Speed!

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Author's note: The true essence of sword-drawing techniques lies in instantly killing someone!

Chapter 100: The Invisible Subordinate's Overthrow

Even the hardest ice cannot stop lightning.

With a calm tone, Hirako finished the Zanshin, flicking the wisps of blood from the blade onto the ground, much like Fujiwara Toyotsuna's original, unwavering "path."

"No matter how hard the ice is, it can't stop lightning..."

He muttered to himself, then gave a bitter smile.

"We're doomed, the teachers' college is going to break through our defenses now."

The two people on stage remained calm, while the audience below erupted in cheers and clamor, and the judges' panel was filled with comical expressions.

The kitten and Harunobu used their combined technique again, mocking Hayashi Uemon with arrogant and irritating expressions. However, Hayashi Uemon's heart was much tougher than Hirahara Daichu's, and he didn't faint from anger, but was just a little annoyed.

This is truly embarrassing!

Thankfully, I didn't say anything too outrageous before!

You brat, just wait till we get back and I'll teach you a lesson. You can't even beat a woman!

Although he was making such harsh remarks, Lin Youemon knew that it wasn't Fujiwara Toyotsuna's fault, but rather that Hira Yukiko was too strong. Her strength and speed were one thing, but what was terrifying was the aura she unconsciously displayed, like the aura of a true thunder god descending to earth. Not to mention Fujiwara Toyotsuna's not yet fully mature Great Cold God, even his Futsu-no-Mitama might not be able to completely subdue her.

If one cannot subdue the enemy through the "divine body," the effect of Shinto's mental power will be greatly weakened. Perhaps it would be possible to fight Hirayukiko with one's own strength alone, with two Fujiwara Toyotsunas coming at one time.

Honestly, I should have just gone straight for it. Maybe I could have gained an advantage with my richer combat experience and swordsmanship skills, and at least fought longer, instead of being killed in one strike.

This is incredibly embarrassing...

Lin Youemon, gripping his sword, said to Haruko with a mix of seriousness and jokingness, "Anyway, there aren't many people left to continue the competition, so why don't we go and have a match?"

"No need," Qingxin refused, pointing to the darkening sky. "It's getting late, I should go home. Don't bother seeing me off."

Hearing this incredibly perfunctory answer, Lin Youemon wasn't dissatisfied and released his sword: "Oh dear, although I knew you were very talented, I didn't expect you to be this talented. When we first met, I thought you were too weak and not worthy of dueling with me."

Qingxin rolled her eyes: "That's enough, you've almost ruined the impression you gave me before."

“The powerful have their privileges.” Lin Youweimen also stood up. Even his own eldest disciple had been defeated in an instant, so there was nothing more to see.

The other dojo masters also stood up. Regardless of their strength, they were all quite perceptive. Moreover, before the opening of the Rin-in-kan in Nihonbashi, they had already consulted with these "seniors" and were quite clear about the strength of the Great Cold God Fujiwara Toyotsuna.

Just like his certificate of mastery of the Shinto-ryu school, he is already a first-level instructor who can open his own dojo. Some instructors in smaller dojos may not even be as good as him.

Such a person was defeated by Hirako in a single move.

There should be limits to joking... What kind of genius is this?

After Natural Mind-Relieving Flow, is it Natural Heart-Clearing Flow? Seriously!

The invisible pressure originally directed at Aozora-kan and Harunobu crumbled instantly. The corrupt atmosphere of Japan, known as strict hierarchy, disintegrated into ordinary oxygen before Harunobu could even process it, and he exhaled it.

Strength is proof of the strong.

The strong have their own privileges.

These dojo masters still didn't believe they would lose to Harunobu, but they also acknowledged Harunobu's strength. After all, even Taira no Yukiko could display such strength, so how could Taira no Harunobu, who was still in his youth, be weaker than his disciple who had only been teaching him for a little over a month?

Passed.

The judges had mostly dispersed, leaving the judges' seat almost empty. Hirako returned to her seat and was then pulled into Harunobu's arms.

His large hand slid down to her calf and gently massaged it: "Well done, Sachiko. Looks like I should prepare your Olympic Communication certificate."

“But you still have many profound secrets to pass on to me, Master.” Hirako nestled into Harunobu’s arms, letting him massage her.

The kitten, pushed to the side, revealed its dead fish eyes.

The head priest of Senso-ji Temple and Negi of Inari Shrine in Asakusa Ward are right next to you. Do you two think magic is useless when you get a massage here, or do you think they will try to extort a large sum of money from you for treatment?

That's enough! If you're going to be mushy, do it at home!

It wasn't just the kitten who was shouting this in its heart; those around it who originally wanted to...

Chapter 103

The priests, shrine maidens, monks, nuns, nuns, and so on who came to chat were all roaring in their hearts.

But the one who reacted the fastest was the great monk, Toshogu Shōshō.

A soft light descended, healing Hirako's body, which had been damaged by using the Divine Speed ​​technique. Under the dazzling special effects, the Toshogu Shrine Master, with his hands clasped together and chanting Buddhist mantras, appeared quite profound, even his reflective head seemed to have a deep connection to Buddhism.

Harunobu was slightly taken aback and couldn't help but say, "Master Toshogu, even so, I will not become a monk."

“I didn’t mean for you, Master Taira, to become a monk. I don’t want to suffer that kind of blow myself,” said the master craftsman of Toshogu Shrine. “I just wanted to ask if you would be interested in taking on more disciples? Our Senso-ji Temple has long admired the Tennen Seishin-ryu school.”

That bastard is shameless...

The Natural Harushin-ryu school has been in Tokyo for so many years, almost the entire Edo period. When did you Senso-ji Temple ever even bother to visit?

I've admired him for a long time...

A monk with a similarly gleaming bald head approached: "Master Ping, it's been a long time. I'm from Yakushiji Temple..."

Another nun wearing a yellow cap also came over: "Master Ping, the last time we met was at the funeral of benefactor Ping Qingkong. I wonder if you have been here recently..."

Even Kujou Ryutsuki joined in the fun: "Little Harunobu..."

Regardless of their initial motivations, the final result is always the same: "Are you still accepting disciples?"

In just over a month, you've managed to teach a group of women to this level. Regardless of your actual combat prowess, your teaching ability must be off the charts. You should definitely cramm people in to learn from you.

In any case, dojos do not restrict which one's disciples serve. During the Warring States period, there were cases where disciples of the same school and dojo served different masters and turned against each other with swords drawn.

To this, Harunobu could only say, "I'm sorry, but our Aozorakan is an all-female dojo, and we only accept female disciples. So, Master Toshogu, and everyone else, I apologize."

"As for Granny Kujo, and all the nuns, priestesses, and priestesses, you can certainly recommend people if you want, as long as you pay the tuition. However, my disciples are all very talented, and most people can't progress as fast as them—even Nana's progress is probably not as good."

“It’s okay, it’s okay…”

Regardless of what they thought in their hearts, no one would say "let it go" on the surface. So by the time Qingxin's surroundings quieted down again, he had already reserved dozens of disciple spots.

Compared to the initial situation where I personally went out and searched the streets for people, the contrast is quite obvious.

Harunobu thought to himself, picked up the pouting kitten with one hand and held Hirako's hand with the other. At the same time, he called back Hanazawa Nana, who was secretly eating the judges' special pastries, and Saten Yoko, who was scolding Hanazawa Nana. Hosho Amu also naturally stood behind Harunobu.

The group from Aozorakan returned home with a full load of goodies.

As for the assassins of the Demon Dragon Society... well, they're used to it. This isn't the first time, is it? Anyway, it's better than being cooped up in a small room at headquarters.

Even though they were sent out, they still haven't gotten used to it.

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Author's note: We only get one day off for May Day... GG

Chapter 101: Meeting the Parents (3K) == First Update

Ryuichi Suzuki paced restlessly around the room, looking like a frustrated man who could only watch his wife have sex with someone else, while Ippei Suzuki was the one doing it.

He exhaled white gas from both above and below, his massive body pressing down on the sofa back as he emerged from the smoke: "What's your rush? There's still plenty of time."

"What's the use of having more time? Those useless trash can't even beat a woman after being strengthened. And they were all so arrogant before!"

Ryuichi Suzuki waved his hand angrily, "Besides, with so many people participating now, it's hard to say whether they'll even be able to encounter a disciple of the Azure Sky Pavilion!"

"Then let's arrange the next match and have your 'strongest' deal with that Hirako." Suzuki Ippei squinted, pulling the naked body into his arms and rubbing it up and down like a towel.

Ryuichi Suzuki frowned slightly: "Didn't we say we should keep a low profile? Why are you doing this now..."

“We should keep a low profile, but don’t we have a very suitable reason?” Suzuki Ippei laughed. “Last time, didn’t that old monk want us to reconcile with Taira no Harunobu? Use that as an excuse to arrange things for our people, and say that this is a way of admitting defeat.”

Recalling the amiable yet hypocritical attitude of the head priest of Toshogu Shrine, Ryuichi Suzuki frowned even more deeply: "But he's not..."

He realized what was going on as soon as he started to speak.

"I understand. I'll go arrange the new experiment right away."

“What do you mean by ‘experiment’? You’re clearly the one who’s going to keep your promise to him and help him cure the aftereffects.” Suzuki Ippei slowly exhaled a smoke ring. “But this is the last time. After all, you can get the higher-ups to cover it up with Tokoyo Disease once, but if it happens again and again, those spellcasters will definitely see the problem.”

“Hmm…” Suzuki Ryuichi hesitated a bit. The successive victories at the Aozorakan had left him with little trust in those failed attempts, and now, he absolutely did not want to let Taira Harunobu go!

Before he joined the organization behind Suzuki Ippei, he dared not offend the samurai. Even after joining, he still dared not offend the samurai. Wasn't his joining for nothing?

From a lowly thug to the leader of the Demon Dragon Society who now dominates the Asakusa and Shitaya districts, Ryuichi Suzuki's mentality has changed drastically. He used to be able to laugh and crawl between other people's legs just for a bite to eat, but now he can't even stand the fact that the people he wants to kill don't willingly die.

"Don't be so short-sighted, Ryuichi." Suzuki Ippei remained relaxed. He didn't have Ryuichi's obsessive mindset. He had only targeted Harunobu because he thought he was a small fry and killing him for fun was no big deal.

Now that Harunobu is no longer a nobody, he no longer has the urge to kill him. However, Suzuki Ryuichi is an important pawn, so since he insists on killing him, he might as well help him out—provided that it doesn't interfere with his main business.