Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Harunobu nodded: "Indeed, Amu's talent is quite outstanding, especially in terms of mental abilities."

"Oh my, to be able to see through to this level, as expected of the Grandmaster." Asuka Eiko was genuinely surprised. She was able to see Hojo Amu's talent at a glance thanks to her continuous research in this area. She even tested her carefully before arriving at a 100% certain conclusion based on Hojo Amu's outstanding performance.

However, how could Taira no Harunobu, a mere samurai, be so certain of this conclusion...? Perhaps I could play along with him a bit longer? After all, he seems quite wealthy.

Her slender fingers traced a line down to her chest, where the obstructive fabric had been torn away, revealing her entire upper body. On her fair, almost dazzling skin, two mounds of flesh rose like radiant red suns, trembling precariously.

"So is this answer enough?" Asuka smiled seductively, her tongue deftly tracing her lips, her expression suggestive. "Master Taira, you don't want to hold back any longer, do you?"

“Yes,” Harunobu said, “I really couldn’t stand it anymore. After all, a used woman is a used woman.”

boom!

A violent clap of thunder erupted.

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Author's Note: I'll finish the next chapter in one go.

Chapter 107: The Woman's Predicament (5K)

Without charging or any pre-cast animation, the Fire and Thunder God had already... the instant the first "break" was uttered.

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It erupted, the shallow strike shrieked from its sheath, tearing through the air and slicing into flesh.

Asauchi decisively severed flesh and bone, but Harunobu was not happy, because what he had cut off was not Asuka Eiko's head, but the Red Oni's arm.

In that instant, the red demons guarding Asuka offered their arms and bodies to block her, using their solid flesh and bones to stop the Fire and Thunder God.

Of course, Asuka Eiko was prepared for this. After all, she had watched the real sword-fighting tournament and had even seen Hirako use the Fire and Thunder God technique. Since she was going to attack Hirako, how could she not be wary of such a terrifying move?

However, I didn't expect that Taira no Sachiko wouldn't come; instead, it was Taira no Harunobu who came. Fortunately, although Taira no Harunobu was much stronger than Taira no Sachiko, his strength was still limited.

Of the twelve arms, eleven were severed.

This isn't some kappa or a hungry ghost's matchstick; it's the arm of a red demon almost as thick as a normal person's thigh.

Even if it's just one short, it's still a failure.

A fist the size of a clay pot silently and swiftly slammed into Harunobu. Asuka Eiko stood behind the bodies of the red demons, shaking her head affectedly: "Why bother, Master Taira? A samurai like you could have any woman you want. Is it worth it for a Hojo Amu?"

"Shut up, you slut." One use of Fire Thunder God wasn't enough to render Qingxin incapable of fighting. He quickly dodged the Red Oni's attack and even swung his sword backhand, slashing a deep, bone-revealing wound into the last arm.

But before he could press his advantage, the remaining twenty-one red demons rushed over. These demons, the shortest of whom were two meters tall and whose arms were thicker than Harunobu's thighs, caused the earth to tremble as they ran.

That's manageable. More importantly, the six red demons in front of Asuka Eiko, with her help, had their arms reattached and were blocking her way again.

This despairing scene not only fell into the eyes of Taira no Harunobu, but was also seen by Hosho Amu, who completely lost hope of defeating Asuka Eiko.

"Teachers' College! Don't worry about me, run away!"

"Heh, what a touching statement. If it weren't for Hiraharu, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in such a predicament." Asuka Eiko was too lazy to keep up with those cumbersome clothes any longer and stood there naked. "And why do you think you can still escape? Because of that astonishing explosive speed?"

The pink mist, which had been ignored for some time, surged up again, turning the neat and simple main hall into a bewitching color. The originally open doors were now tightly closed, looking incredibly sturdy.

As if to prove this point, Asuka Chiko had a red demon muster all its strength and punch the main hall door.

The tightly closed door remained motionless, as if it were fixed to the space itself.

Amu Hojo was in despair.

And that's exactly what Asuka Eiko wants to see. Despair, your despair will become my strength—or you don't have to despair either.

Asuka Eiko looked at Hiraharu Nobu, who was still fighting. He had repelled the red demons countless times. Asuka Eiko did not dislike this unwavering will, because in the midst of the battle, Hiraharu Nobu was also constantly getting to know these red demons. The more he believed in the existence of these red demons, the less likely he was to escape from her illusion.

That's right, illusion.

From the moment Amu Hojo stepped into the main hall, she was already trapped in an illusion, and the same was true for Harunobu Taira; when he rushed in and was enveloped in the pink mist, he was already trapped in an illusion.

Whether it's the twenty-seven red demons or the main hall that seems to be fixed in space, these are all things she created. What truly gives them power is the perception of Hojo Amu and Taira Harunobu.

After all, how could she possibly control twenty-seven demons, especially powerful races like the Red Oni? Contracting a shikigami requires a considerable amount of magical power, and magical power is something that is rarely seen. Even the master craftsman of Toshogu Shrine, a prestigious temple with a century-old reputation like Senso-ji, only uses healing spells at most, and even casting a large-scale recovery spell is extremely expensive.

That's why the healer's fees are so high.

Needless to say, her unorthodox way of life is even worse. She can't afford to raise shikigami, and she can't afford to use direct damage spells. She can only rely on illusions, which are spells that target people's minds, to barely make a living.

Although creating such a realistic illusion is not an easy task, it requires setting up a magic circle and a base in advance. Most importantly, it requires making the recipient fall into a preconceived notion. Otherwise, once the flaw is discovered, it will be difficult to take effect. Therefore, as soon as she realized that Hojo Amu might have noticed something, she did not hesitate to take action.

Fortunately, she is not only very talented in this area, but also has a wealth of experience.

In short, at this point, the battle is over.

No matter how hard Taira no Shinichi unleashes his power, he can't possibly defeat an opponent that even he himself believes is unbeatable. Besides, even if he could defeat those Red Oni, she could simply wave her hand and create another twenty-seven or even two hundred and seventy Red Oni.

Unless he can genuinely break free from the illusion's influence and recognize that these are merely illusions.

But that's impossible. She wouldn't be stupid enough to explain the principles of her moves to her enemy. And Hiraharunobu hasn't even touched the "heart." Although his combat power might be stronger than some samurai who have mastered the "heart," he can't just violently destroy his own heart, can he?

Asuka Eiko stood behind Akaki with a smile, watching Hiraharu Nobu's valiant fighting, his valiant injuries, and his valiant power surge...

"Tsk tsk, as expected of Master Hei, truly astonishingly tenacious," Asuka Eiko clapped her hands in admiration. "But how long can you hold on? A hundred wounds? Two hundred? Or even five hundred?"

"Hehe, or you can give up now? My deal is still valid, but you have to show me your sincerity first. How about having sex with Miss Baosheng first? I'm also tired of being decapitated."

Before Harunobu could speak, Hojo Amu, whose eyes had already lost their sparkle, looked directly at him: "Teacher's college... if it's teacher's college..."

"Ah...it seems there's no other way." Harunobu sighed, as if he had given in. The red demons also stopped their movements, and Asuka Eiko watched this scene with smug satisfaction.

Of course, she couldn't really let Hiraharu go; the two had already formed a blood feud. But dragging things out like this was a bit dangerous. Although it was unlikely that any other spellcasters would come from nearby, this was Tokyo, and with that woman around, it was best to be cautious and finish things quickly.

So if Taira no Harunobu really dares to lay down his weapon and do it with Hojo Amu, her only shikigami, the real Red Oni, will blow his head off in that instant!

"I originally wanted to take this opportunity to let Amu completely master 'heart', but it seems that's not going to work now."

"Ok?"

Harunobu spoke slowly and deliberately, but the content of his words made Asuka Eiko realize something was wrong. She immediately ordered the Red Oni to launch an attack, but the fists that were approaching Harunobu were all cut in half with a single slash.

Harunobu smoothly sheathed his sword, deliberately using the Flying Sword Style's lightning-fast sword-sheathing technique—Dragon's Roar Flash.

The lightning-fast sheathing of the sword also produced a piercing popping sound, which could even damage the enemy's hearing.

The sharp bang stung Amu's ears, but it also restored a glimmer of light to her eyes, and pink mist swirled and billowed around her.

The calm voice then clearly entered her mind.

"Then you're useless, priestess."

The Asagi, which had just been sheathed, shrieked again and broke free of its restraints, but the louder sound was a roar of thunder, like the legendary thunderbolts rolling across the sky as it descended upon Asuka.

The latter, having just recovered from the sharp tinnitus, revealed a look...

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With a disdainful look: "The same old trick again? Don't you have any new moves?"

The red oni had surrounded her, their sturdy bodies giving her an immense sense of security. And in the innermost layer, there was even the real shikigami red oni. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance that Hiraharunobu could see through the illusion, with the red oni protecting her, she could still activate her last trump card!

But she was overthinking it.

The katana, which had been moving with unstoppable force, had exhausted its strength when it pierced the twelfth arm. Hiraharunobu, who had been moving at high speed and was almost invisible, also stopped in place. Although it was only for a short time, perhaps less than a second, the red demons surging from all directions had even touched his haori.

He didn't see through the illusion!

He is dead!

Asuka Eko's eyes widened. She wanted to remember this moment, to memorize the expression on Hiraharu Nobu's face before he died. This was even more exhilarating than when she played with the Red Oni—

Phew.

The foul-smelling, scalding blood awakened Asuka.

She didn't need to think to tell that this was fake blood she had created herself. The viscosity and temperature were still a little different from real Red Oni blood. After all, Red Oni blood was a rare material, and to completely simulate it would require additional magic power. Moreover, ordinary people would not understand the characteristics of Red Oni blood, so there was no need for it.

But none of that matters now. What matters is why Hiraharu is flying in the sky.

No, no, he wasn't flying, he was just moving at high speed. No, rather than moving, it was more like dancing, like... like dancing the waltz that foreigners talk about.

Twenty-seven red demons, twenty-seven heads, twenty-seven sword swings.

It only took seven seconds.

Asuka looked blankly at what was in front of her, just like Amu Hosho.

In the blink of an eye, Harunobu, who was about to be submerged by the red demons, disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was behind a red demon. It was like a big tree before a flood. No matter how big it was, it would only be destroyed by the raging water - until the tree pulled out its legs and began to beat the flood.

And the floodwaters were indeed beaten down until they stopped.

This is simply a fantasy, an impossible thing.

Just like this situation right now.

A waltz of steel.

Amu Hosho knew this move. When Harunobu taught the cat Laurent Mind's Eye Blade, he didn't avoid other people. It's just that the other people weren't as suitable for it as the cat, so they didn't study it in depth. But they still had a general understanding of the principle and the move.

Therefore, Amu Hosho knew that the Steel Waltz could not do such a thing. It was strong, but it could not be this strong or this fast!

Unless... the teacher training college used more than just steel waltzes.

The thunder never stopped.

Twenty-seven waltzes, twenty-seven fire and thunder gods—

Deceiving.

This won't do!

That move was used twenty-seven times in such a short time?!

Amu Hojo's eyes widened, but by the time she realized this, the corpses of the Red Demons had already vanished along with the main hall, turning into streams of light.

Asuka Eiko couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes. In an instant, she hadn't seen through the illusion, but had actually defeated twenty-seven Red Oni with her power? Or was it the Red Oni within her that had been enhanced by her perception?!

impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Rather than believe this, she'd rather believe she's also fallen under an illusion! Yes! It's that woman! That woman must have already arrived!

At that moment, the illusion that the caster himself denied failed.

The dilapidated main hall of the abandoned shrine was revealed. The ground, overgrown with weeds, was covered with intricate patterns. At each of the four corners stood a large pot, inside which were cooking indistinct chunks of meat, from which pink smoke rose.

As it turns out, this is reality.

The woman that Asuka was afraid of did not appear; everything was true.

As she realized this, a chill ran down her neck; the cold blade gently brushed against her muscles, like the final step of a waltz.

The waltz of steel, the final blow always returns to the starting point.

"Red Demon—" she screamed, trying to use her last trump card. The red demon holding her also tried to lift her up, wanting to cooperate with her as before, but perhaps the noise of Qingxin falling to the ground was too loud, and her head still slipped down.

She is dead.

The surging magical power lost control, dissipated into nothingness, and returned to calm.

The red demon, holding her, knelt stiffly on one knee, staring blankly at the liquid that matched its skin color, flowing down its strong arm.

Then, it swallowed.

Taira no Harunobu lay on his back on the ground, covered in blood. He felt as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder and shredded forty-nine times. Only his eyes and mouth could still move. He weakly shouted to Hosho Amu, "Quick, take me away, Amu! There's still a Red Oni here!!"

"Fucked!"

Harunobu truly hadn't expected this. Damn it, out of those twenty-seven red demons, besides the twenty-six clones with nothing on their heads, there was one with a square on its head that was incredibly active. How come that one wasn't the original?!

"Damn, this attempt to show off has backfired and made me look like an idiot."

"Amu, stop standing there! Run! Sachiko and the others are coming with reinforcements soon!"

Hosho Amu finally stood up. Harunobu looked on with satisfaction as his third disciple still carried the wooden sword, but his satisfaction only lasted a moment before he couldn't hold back any longer.

Hey sis, why are you charging at the Red Demon with a wooden sword?

Get me out of here!

My wife and daughter will be calling for reinforcements soon. It's just a brainless red demon; we'll kill it in a minute! Don't be impulsive!!

Qingxin anxiously lay on the ground. Although the combination of Steel Waltz and Fire Thunder God was extremely powerful, the side effects were equally strong. He was now practically paralyzed, with not a single bone intact. He could only speak because he had activated his special ability due to the critical situation.

In other words, he knew his wife and daughter had gone to call for help, and he was certain that someone would come to treat him; otherwise, he would never have used such a combination of killing a thousand enemies while losing a thousand of his own.