Female Swordsman Training Dojo

"It's alright, I'll just send them to him to teach, won't I?" Director Ju stroked his chin, seriously considering the possibility of taking in a few children to raise, since he was born unable to have children and was going to adopt children anyway.

After thinking for a while, he focused his attention on the important matter at hand. Qingxin was right; they needed to seize the opportunity and press their advantage while the situation was favorable. Hmm, he'd kill about a fifth of them first. Besides, he couldn't hold that many prisoners anyway; the law stipulated that prisoners couldn't be mistreated, and he always enforced it well.

Therefore, we cannot allow these scum, who are not even human, to encroach on the good space of normal prisoners.

Watching Warden Tachibana turn and walk towards the cell, Tanaka Yuya picked up his bulging briefcase and left the detention center. He had no choice; he wasn't as good a fighter as Taira no Harunobu, nor was he as skilled at cleaning up scumbags as Warden Tachibana. He could only write reports and paperwork.

Hmm, let's start with the Dragon Demon Society's business and revenue. Hopefully, this isn't the first time the lord of the Choshu Domain has received such a thing... I don't think so.

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Author's Note: The Great Western King said.JPG

Chapter 120: The Side Effects of Thoughts

As night fell, not a single member of the Demon Dragon Society could be seen in Asakusa. These Yakuza, who used to be so arrogant, were now all huddled obediently in Director Tachibana's detention center, like quails. They had no choice; they didn't want to be sent to the innermost cells, which were already crammed with fifty people—it was so crowded they could die!

For these Yakuza, the layout of the detention center was probably more familiar than their own homes. So they knew very well that the innermost cell could theoretically only hold four or five people. If it held ten people, they could only stand shoulder to shoulder. Fifty people... they would really be squeezed to death inside.

It is precisely because of this that they have clearly realized that this time the prison is really different from the past. Those "big shots" who used to boast about their previous prison sentences are now the quietest.

In contrast, the "Guerrilla Warriors" were ecstatic. For these young ladies, today's event had completely shattered their worldview. The Yakuza, whom their parents had repeatedly warned them not to approach and even to treat with utmost care, were being slaughtered and captured like pigs. Moreover, their actions earned them countless thanks. Hearing and seeing the praise from the common people, they all felt a genuine sense of honor as Guerrilla Warriors and disciples of the Blue Sky Pavilion!

This thrill—a blend of violence and glory, coupled with the ability to stand on moral high ground and point fingers—is, to put it bluntly, practically euphoric. After all, it's a form of insubordination in a certain sense; the Yakuza love to target wealthy merchants, and Harunobu's current disciples are mostly daughters of merchants.

"Alright, alright, everyone, don't get so excited. Don't forget what I told you before!" Qingxin looked at the sky. "Now you should all go home. Remember to stick with your team leader and don't get separated from the group."

"Yes! Normal!"

The chattering noise was replaced by a unified response. The disciples returned to their ranks in an orderly fashion, preparing to go home together to avoid being ambushed and retaliated against by the Demon Dragon Society. However, Harunobu called out to Hosho Amu again: "Amu, have Kinoshita take care of your team members for a while. Come with me."

Kinoshita Asaharu glanced over with some curiosity, but still familiarly took over the group led by Hosho Amu. Anyway, her exchange students didn't really need her care, so taking on another group of ordinary disciples wouldn't be a burden.

"Teacher's College? Is something the matter?" Hosho Amu curiously approached Harunobu, holding her sword. "Could it be that you can't resist and want to do it here?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I just want you to come with me to Yoshiwara." Harunobu raised his hand to Hirayuki Sachiko. "Let me make this clear, I'm not planning to sell you or anything. We're just going to a shrine nearby."

"Oh, to see that mysterious priestess?" Amu Hojo tapped her cheek with her index finger. "Could it be that you're finally going to tell us that you actually have a real older sister who's the main wife?"

Harunobu put one hand on his hip and tapped Hojo Amu's forehead with his other finger, the crisp sound immediately rang out.

Does it sound good? What sounds good is a good start.

The problem is that Harunobu feels like his head is broken; lately...

Chapter 125

Amu Hojo's change was truly drastic; the once low-key and humble girl was now excessively proactive. At first, Harunobu thought she had simply stopped pretending and her true nature had been revealed. But later, he discovered that she sometimes reverted to her old self, making it hard for him not to think of "another version of myself" or something similar.

I don't want a wife with schizophrenia or anything like that.

Perfect timing! Now that the team is finished, he plans to go to the shrine maiden at the Ame-no-Mei Shrine to have Amu Hojo examined, and also analyze the medicine to see what kind of magic it possesses that can turn a human into a monster.

"Waaah..." Holding her forehead, which didn't even have a mark, Amu Hojo looked at Harunobu with teary eyes. Although she didn't say a word, Harunobu's heart softened instantly at her gaze, and he reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Alright, alright, you're all grown up, don't try to imitate a kitten." Gently touching the spot he had just knocked, Harunobu and Hosho Amu walked hand in hand toward the tram stop by the roadside.

Just then, a loud whistle rang out, swallowing them both and transporting them to the crimson torii gate that separated the mortal world from the divine realm.

Night had already fallen over the earth, and behind the torii gate hung the same bright red lanterns. The dappled candlelight cast shadows on the spotless stone steps, creating a serene atmosphere. Looking at this scene, Amu Hosho felt a sudden sense of relief, and the corners of her mouth, already upturned from being alone with Harunobu, turned even wider.

However, Harunobu didn't seem to feel anything, having seen it all before. He simply led Hosho Amu through the torii gate, up the steps, and soon arrived at the mysterious shrine maiden's hut.

"Goodnight, priestess." Harunobu sat down opposite the priestess with practiced ease, took out the two medicine boxes from his arms, and placed them on the table in front of him.

"A gift? Or a consultation fee?" The shrine maiden raised her hand, and several paper figures worked together to carry a tea tray over, serving the guests hot tea and pastries.

"Let's see how my wife is doing first," Harunobu said without any embarrassment. "She's been changing quite drastically lately, and I'm a little worried."

"Is he worried that I'm possessed by some kind of ghost? It must be a lecherous ghost, otherwise why would it be bothering you every day..."

Before Amu Hosho could finish her bold words, the shrine maiden interrupted her, saying, "It's just a side effect of abusing your mind. This child is one of those rare types who can easily concentrate her mind. She'll be fine after some rest and recuperation."

There really is a problem.

Qingxin's eyes widened slightly, and she hurriedly asked, "How should I take care of myself?"

"You don't know?" The shrine maiden looked at Harunobu strangely, then shook her head. "It's understandable that you don't know, but doesn't her father know either?"

Um... how long has it been since Hosho Amu came home? It seems like she only came home once since we moved here, during the New Year's holiday, and she even sneaked out of the Aozora House in the middle of the night. I'm afraid even if Hosho Ichijo knew, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to notice his daughter's problem, let alone bring up the matter of recuperation.

Who talks about this all the time? It's not like we're talking about health preservation.

Seeing the expressions on Amu Hojo and Harunobu's faces, the shrine maiden's expression turned strange: "It seems I have to start from the beginning... But you're pressed for time tonight, so I'll just focus on the important points first."

"First of all, your wife's problem is that she has been using high-intensity mental energy for a long time, which has caused her to lose control of her thoughts. Any thought that comes to mind will be amplified by her mental energy and then she will immediately start to act on it."

"It's quite simple to take care of yourself. First, give up this kind of abuse, then do more meditation, keep calm, and let your mind return to normal."

"Also, don't think that it's okay to just let things be like this. If you abuse your mental powers for a long time, you'll eventually become the kind of madman whose body moves whenever his mind wanders. You don't want to cut off Hiraharu's head one day out of jealousy, do you?"

Indeed, to make a long story short, the shrine maiden explained the cause and effect, as well as the solution, in just a few words.

Harunobu couldn't help but glance at Hojo Amu, whose face was already flushed red. But when she saw Harunobu's gaze, she suddenly glared at him: "What...what are you looking at!"

Well, how could Harunobu not see through such an obvious tsundere act? He simply grabbed Amu Hojo's hand, which she instinctively reached out to, and leaned closer: "What's wrong with my wife?"

"Who—wailing..."

Amu Hosho almost blurted out "Who's your wife?" on her own, but a thought that came to mind was one step ahead, completely shattering her previous tsundere demeanor. She only managed to punch Harunobu's chest hard with her other little fist.

It's all your fault! If there weren't so many outstanding women around you, would she have needed to strain herself to muster the courage to stay close to you?

Harunobu calmly accepted Hojo Amu's small fists, his free hand stroking her head, her long, soft hair flowing through his palm and spilling out between his fingers. The gentle touch seemed to have some kind of magic, suddenly calming Hojo Amu down. Her small hands, which had been pounding Harunobu's chest, slowly stopped and finally rested on his thigh.

"Don't worry, Amu was cute before too, otherwise I wouldn't have taken a liking to her." Harunobu said without any shame, touching Amu Hojo's face with his large hand and wiping away the hot pearls. "So, you don't have to force yourself. Even if you want to run away now, Amu, I'll catch you and bring you back."

“Woo… wooo!”

Amu buried her head in Harunobu's chest, her soft sobs quickly turning into loud weeping that soaked his chest. This clearly demonstrated her complete lack of self-control at that moment. After a while, Harunobu stopped patting Amu's back and gently released the embarrassed woman from his embrace.

The shrine maiden put down her empty teacup and said softly, "I've really learned something new. So this is how the Natural Heart-Soothing Style meditation works?"

“Uh…” Harunobu looked around and changed the subject, “My lady, I would also like to ask you to take a look at this medicine.”

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Author's note: Good intentions are good, but don't overindulge in alcohol!

Also, does anyone have any aversion to the female lead who has two souls in one body? There might be one later~

Then I'm asking for votes~ And for more reading~

It's so tough without recommendations! My average subscriptions have dropped so much, I can only secretly vote for myself every day to try and get exposure on the monthly ticket ranking. ╯︿╰

Chapter 121: The Dragon Society's Counterattack

The medicine box was opened and pushed in front of the priestess. Small pills, only two or three centimeters in diameter, lay quietly on the satin cloth, their dark red color appearing in the candlelight. The priestess examined them curiously, then raised her hand, took one out, and sniffed it.

"Hmm... the ingredients are all pretty normal." The shrine maiden picked up a paper doll and put the pill near its mouth. But what she called a mouth was actually just a red thread, so the pill couldn't possibly be stuffed in. However, the paper doll seemed to have actually taken the medicine, suddenly bending over, covering its round head, and only after a while did it slowly return to normal.

"Hmm, the drug is quite potent, but it only stimulates the body and can have a certain strengthening effect. The side effect is that it can cause headaches, and long-term use may lead to bodily imbalance or even collapse."

The shrine maiden put the pill back in the box, wiped her fingers that had been holding the pill with the paper doll that had turned back into white paper, and concluded: "Simply put, it's a stimulant—but the fact that you came to me for an analysis means it can't be that simple, can it?"

Harunobu and Amu Hojo, who had returned to normal, exchanged a glance and then began to talk about the monster transformation of the Demon Dragon Society.

"Humans can freely transform into monsters and then turn back into humans?" The word "surprised" appeared above the shrine maiden's head, clearly indicating that she was genuinely unaware of this matter.

Harunobu, unwilling to give up, asked, "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this pill?"

After all, if they could expose the fact that the Yakuza of the Demon Dragon Society could transform into monsters, then even if their backers were only a part of the Choshu Domain, or even if they were the fathers of the Choshu Domain, they would still be beaten to death and torn apart by the other forces.

The witch shook her head: "The marijuana those foreigners brought is better than this."

Chapter 126

"Things are very dangerous... but you just said those Yakuza looked strange after turning into monsters?"

Does it have a specific, complete image?

……

While Harunobu and the shrine maiden were discussing medicine, Suzuki Ryuichi and Suzuki Ippei were meeting at their usual spot. However, this time they lacked their usual composure. Suzuki Ryuichi paced back and forth, his muscles twitching, wishing Harunobu were right in front of him so he could punch him to death. Suzuki Ippei, unusually, wasn't smoking cigars or playing with women; instead, he sat properly on the sofa.

"What should we do now?"

Finally, Suzuki Ryuichi spoke first, "Taihara Harunobu is simply insane. He arrested more than a hundred people in just one day, and the Nishikiyama Group was completely wiped out. If he continues like this, forget about our big plans, we'll be back in Yoshiwara begging for food next week."

At its peak, the Demon Dragon Society had over a thousand members, but now a third of them are secretly carrying out a grand plan, and among the remaining members, many have perished in previous operations. These include the elite members of the Hanayama Group who were killed by "Sword Hunter," and the elite members of the Nishikiyama, Tanaka, and Hanayama Groups who were originally tasked with ambushing Hiraharunobu but also died at the hands of Sword Hunter. In total, about three hundred of them have died.

Now that over a hundred more have been arrested, the entire Demon Dragon Society is reduced to a mere hundred to two hundred people who can actually be mobilized?!

Suzuki Ryu felt a twisting pain in his chest when he thought of this, and he collapsed to the ground, taking a long time to recover.

"We must fight back!" He looked at the silent Suzuki Ippei. "Otherwise, the remaining hundred or so men will probably all run away before next week!"

The Yakuza's benevolence only exists when they are powerful. Once the organization falls into decline, especially when it is targeted by the authorities, they will flee faster than anyone else. Ryuichi Suzuki understands this well, and of course he doesn't want his cause to fall apart like that. Even if the grand plan succeeds, it may not be enough to make up for his losses.

“We can’t move the people for the big plan. We’ve reached a critical point.” Suzuki Ippei first firmly rejected Suzuki Ryuichi’s implied request, then his tone softened. “But you’re right. We have to fight back. It’s secondary that Taira no Harunobu arrested people. The important thing is that it would be unreasonable for you not to fight back. It would be even more troublesome if those old fogies from the Choshu Domain got their eyes on us.”

"So what do you plan to do?" Suzuki Ryuichi said irritably. "Without mobilizing those people, are you going to rely on these useless guys to fight against Hiraharu Nobu? They'll run away the moment they see Hiraharu Nobu!"

“Then don’t let them deal with Taira no Harunobu.” Suzuki Ippei’s face turned fierce. “Isn’t he trying to form some kind of guerrilla group to protect the safety of civilians and maintain regional peace? Then we’ll target the civilians!”

"You mean..." Suzuki Ryuichi had already guessed Suzuki Ippei's plan: to go back at night and kill all the people Taira Harunobu had saved as a warning to others. In this way, Taira Harunobu's actions would become the reason for their deaths. Based on Suzuki Ryuichi's understanding of these unruly people, he believed that the Demon Dragon Society, which dared not resist, was the only reason they were killing them, and they would only vent their anger on good people like Taira Harunobu.

But Ryuichi Suzuki hesitated. The Yakuza had their limits—not their own, but the unspoken rules of the dark side of society. Yakuza extortion and violent crime were one thing, and sporadic heinous acts weren't unacceptable, but large-scale, widespread attacks on ordinary people would attract trouble from both the legitimate and criminal worlds. After all, whether in the legitimate or criminal world, ultimately, they all want to make money from ordinary people.

Suzuki Ippei exhaled two puffs of white breath from his nostrils, his face cold: "Only in this way can we stop Hiraharu Shin. Only when those troublemakers know that Hiraharu Shin cannot protect them will they continue to obey your Demon Dragon Society. As for public opinion and public relations issues... we will help you solve them."

As he spoke, Suzuki Ippei glanced sideways at Suzuki Ryuichi: "Don't forget, if the big plan is discovered now, you won't be treated like this."

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making Suzuki Ryu make up his mind immediately.

He stood up: "I'll go and gather the men right away."

"Don't get excited and rush out yourself. Your body hasn't finished adjusting yet." Suzuki Ippei raised his hand and looked out the window. The sky was pitch black, without even moonlight.

A dark and windy night for murder.

The fat man, who had a smattering of Chinese studies, picked up his cigar as he spoke.

At that moment, Harunobu had just finished his conversation with the shrine maiden. Having gained quite a bit, he simply left both pills with her, asking her to see if she could find anything else.

As for himself... he wanted to check if there were any silly roe deer that had actually walked into the traps he had left during the day. Thinking this, Harunobu stopped as he walked out of the shrine and looked towards the sky on his right.

Against the dark night sky, dazzling colorful fireworks exploded, forming a clenched fist gauntlet lying on a shield.

"The support gauntlets..." Harunobu took a deep breath, "I didn't expect the Demon Dragon Society to be so brave."

Before the words were even finished, thunder rumbled. And by the time astonished gazes turned to them, Harunobu and Amu Hosho had already vanished from the Ame-no-Mikoto Shrine.

Chapter 122: Eight Knife Stabs in the Back, Suicide

On the dark street, the Yakuza, shirtless and revealing their colorful tattoos, howled as they swung their iron bars at the houses in front of them. The fragile wooden planks, of course, could not withstand the powerful blow, and a large hole was instantly shattered, exposing the situation inside the noodle shop.

A short, old man with a bandage wrapped around his head, a pale and timid face, and a beautiful woman with large breasts. The Yakuza, wielding his bat, whistled and called to his men, "Hey! Come on over! There's a woman here!"

"Oh, let me see!"

"Wow, the apple is really big, it must feel so good to squeeze it."

"Tch, a bunch of tasteless bastards. I bet that coward's back door is even tighter."

The Yakuza laughed and spoke without restraint, their confidence fueled by the familiar streets and the pitch-black night. No matter what happened during the day, could those guerrillas really hold out in this place forever?

What a joke.

Several iron bars were smashed against the locked gate one after another, successfully breaking it down. The Yakuza leader swaggered in, looking at the family of three who stood there dumbfounded, his face full of smugness.

"Alright, I'm too lazy to say any more nonsense. Just take off your clothes and let me and my brothers have our fun. Maybe then everything will be fine."

"Hahahaha—Ah!!!"

The lewd laughter of the Yakuza had barely begun when it turned into heart-wrenching screams. The leader of the Yakuza, clutching his severed hand, was the loudest to scream.

Inoue Shibaya was startled by the sound.

But she quickly realized what was happening, brandishing her knife and charging into the panicked Yakuza. The sharp blade danced in the night, slicing through the wrists, chests, and knees of the screaming Yakuza. In no time, all five Yakuza lay on the ground, their pitiful howls escaping their lips.

This scene was playing out in other parts of Asakusa as well, with Yakuza attempting night raids running right into the Bracers' ambush and being caught completely off guard. The luckier ones managed to escape under the cover of darkness and with their familiarity with the terrain. The unlucky ones… like Inoue Shibaya's group, were simply killed.

Of course, there are skilled fighters among the Yakuza, but no matter how skilled they are, they are no better than Hirako and Koneko, and no better than Harunobu.