Female Swordsman Training Dojo

"Who are you! Why are you trespassing in our office!"

"Leave now, and we can pretend nothing happened!"

The leader of the Shiraishi Group, Shiraishi Kenji, spoke calmly, though he still refused to believe that it was Taira no Harunobu who had come to their door.

Harunobu's response was to slowly draw the Asauchi from his waist. The ordinary blade appeared cold and ruthless under the third-floor lights.

This unmistakable meaning solidified Shiraishi Kenji's resolve: "Kill him! He's not Taira no Harunobu!"

As the leader of a direct branch of the Demon Dragon Society, and in the prime of his life, he was extremely decisive. Since a fight was inevitable, he had to deny it to maintain morale, regardless of whether the opponent was Hirahara Harunobu.

As expected, upon hearing the team leader, "Old Man," so confidently declare that the opponent wasn't that mad samurai, Yakuza became much more arrogant, howling as he lunged at Harunobu.

Two men were the first to rush towards Harunobu: a bald man wielding a studded iron bar and an earring-wearing man carrying a katana. They were the closest to Harunobu and the fastest to move; their faces were flushed, clearly indicating they were drunk.

However, this did not stop them from using all their strength to smash Harunobu's head.

Other more sober Yakuza members

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Almost everyone craned their necks, waiting to see what would happen to the two of them.

Qingxin naturally did not disappoint them. He kicked the wine bottle in front of him, causing it to slide to the bald man's feet. At the same time, he swung a shallow strike to accurately block the force of the earring man's downward chop.

clang!

The man with the earring was sent flying high into the air by his katana, and Harunobu seized the opportunity to plunge his sword into the man's heart.

Then he spun around to avoid the bald man's leg grab as he slipped to the ground, reversed his stance, and thrust straight into the man's vest.

In the blink of an eye, both Yakuza were dead. But the remaining Yakuza showed expressions of excitement!

This guy isn't Hiraharu Nobu!

Ping Qingxin didn't need to use such fancy tricks to deal with just two Yakuza; he could have killed them with a single strike! Why would he need to make the bald man slip and then parry the earring man's attacks?

Kenji Shiraishi regained his confidence and composure, and shouted again, "Kill him! Two thousand yen reward!"

This was an absolute steal; even in a highly profitable industry like selling marijuana, the underlings wouldn't get this much money. Plus, after confirming that the person opposite them wasn't that madman, Qingxin, they suddenly gained boundless courage and charged forward, howling with rage.

Surely there can't be another person as capable as Hiraharu Nobu in such a small place as Asakusa?

A glimmer of hope lingered in their minds, fueled by the enormous bounty of two thousand yen, making the Yakuza's eyes bloodshot. This time, three people were the first to approach Harunobu.

Harunobu dodged the falling club by sidestepping, and then used the same trick to kick the wine bottle at his feet into the face of the enemy on his right. Finally, he swung his sword and easily deflected the last enemy's katana.

puff.

Asahi pierced another heart, the blade completely submerged, the guard pressed against the enemy's chest.

Before Harunobu could even draw his asabi, the remaining Yakuza charged forward with even greater excitement. In the blink of an eye, Harunobu was surrounded once again. Several katana, iron bars, and steel pipes fell simultaneously, some even colliding with each other mid-air.

But whatever! This guy's dead meat!

Yakuza roared wildly, seemingly having already secured victory.

But Harunobu simply took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and swung it forcefully to the right! The groaning corpse was flung directly into the crowd by the force, and Harunobu used the momentum to turn around, regain his mid-stance, and unleashed a fierce slash at the person closest to him.

Ashina Style: Ichimonji Slash!

The Yakuza, attempting to parry with his iron bar, had barely raised his weapon when his head was cleaved open. At that moment, the sound of a corpse falling to the ground came from the other side. Harunobu looked at Shiraishi Kenji, whose Hannya mask was covered in blood, making him look utterly terrifying.

But Shiraishi Kenji remained calm and collected. He was absolutely certain that the person in front of him was definitely not Taira no Harunobu! He could fake his combat strength, but his swordsmanship and fighting style were not.

Taira no Harunobu's swordsmanship was always majestic and powerful, overwhelming enemies with lightning speed. His fighting style was also full of the honorable samurai spirit, almost always challenging enemies head-on and defeating them with absolute strength.

The man before them clearly relied more on technique in his swordsmanship, and his fighting style was ruthless—Taihara Harunobu would never use kicking a bottle to hinder his enemy!

This also shows that the man's strength is not great!

Therefore, this man is definitely not Taira no Harunobu!

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Author's Note: Here's a small preview of the recovery process. By the way, I wrote these two chapters late at night, so please point out any omissions or errors. Finally, please vote!

Chapter 148: Bloodshed

The man in front of me is definitely not Hiraharu! If it really were him, the Yakuza would be half-destroyed if he just showed his face.

Therefore, this man was probably just pretending to be Taira no Harunobu in an attempt to intimidate them!

It's just a weak imposter!

Kenji Shiraishi loudly proclaimed his speculation, boosting the morale of his men. He also added another thousand yen to the reward.

The effect of this operation was remarkable. The Yakuza who had been crushed by the corpses got up as if they had been injected with adrenaline and launched another charge against Harunobu.

It was called a charge, but it was really just a swarm of people rushing forward.

The Shiraishi office doesn't occupy a particularly large area. After deducting the walls from the 200 ping (approximately 330 square meters) of space, the remaining space is already quite cramped to accommodate more than forty Yakuza.

More than forty thugs is now a very high level of defense for the Demon Dragon Society.

However, in Kenji Shiraishi's view, this was actually a good thing. Because this way, the enemy in front of him would have no room to maneuver—unless he tried to escape.

That's fine then. Killing someone would be more troublesome in this situation. What if we really attract Taira no Harunobu's attention?

But contrary to what Kenji Shiraishi had hoped for and firmly believed, when faced with the swarming Yakuza, he saw that the man wearing the Hannya mask not only did not run away, but instead raised the katana in his hand.

madness!

If you're so eager to die, then so be it!

Kenji Shiraishi thought coldly, and the Yakuza's short journey finally came to an end.

They bared their teeth and brandished their claws, as if they wanted to transform all their previous fear into anger and vent it on the imposter Hiraharu Shin in front of them.

Given this distance, this terrain, and this disparity in numbers, this guy has absolutely no chance of escaping!

Admiring their faces contorted with rage, Harunobu subtly flicked his foot again. A large bowl of steaming tonkotsu ramen flew towards the Yakuza.

Heavy with oil and salt, the piping hot, fresh ramen noodles tumbled in the air, turning into a curtain of soup that precisely covered the eyes of the two people at the front.

Before they could scream, the blade had already grazed their throats. They struggled, their hands reaching out, unsure whether to grab Harunobu or their own throats. But in the end, they simply fell backward after stepping on a shattered ramen bowl.

The blood spurting from their throats smeared onto the ceiling as they fell backward, leaving only a few drops on the shards of the ramen bowl. The heavy corpses greatly hindered the advance of those behind them.

But the bigger problem is that the Yakuza, blinded by the bounty, have finally realized one thing: regardless of whether the man before them is Hiraharu Nobuyuki or not, he seems incredibly strong!

"Don't back down! This guy won't let us go!" Sensing the shift in his men's morale, Shiraishi Kenji immediately shouted, "He's already killed five people! Do you think begging for mercy will do any good!"

"Our only chance of survival is to kill this guy! Don't be afraid! He's not that monster, Hiraharu! Human strength is finite!"

After a sharp and incisive analysis and a barrage of threats from Shiraishi Kenji, the Yakuza finally regained their fighting spirit. Throughout this, Harunobu simply watched them with a calm and collected demeanor, his silent sneer hanging over them like a vengeful ghost.

almost.

Harunobu thought to himself that his pretense to avoid being taken to court was almost complete, and the Shiraishi Group was convinced he wasn't Taira Harunobu. Also, the tests on the Ashina style were nearly finished, much better than he'd expected, especially in this chaotic environment… Should he try a duel at the furniture store next time?

Besides, parrying is also very smooth to use. Harunobu had tried parrying before, but never as smoothly as this. Although it's also because the enemies were too weak, even in the original work, parrying a passing soldier is a completely different matter from parrying a centipede.

Let's leave it at that.

The breathing of water was fully unleashed, and the continuous, tidal sound of breathing echoed in the room, which was not cramped but extremely crowded, immediately giving the Yakuza a bad feeling.

Kenji Shiraishi, who was about to increase the bounty, froze on the spot, then screamed and issued the order: "Kill him! Kill him!! I'll offer five thousand, no, one..."

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Ten thousand yen! "

Driven by extreme fear, Kenji Shiraishi even forgot that he didn't have that much money and kept betting more. The Yakuza were the same; extreme fear ignited their rage, because only by making themselves angry could they avoid collapsing to the ground and waiting to die.

We can't escape! We can't escape! We can't escape!

He is not Taira no Harunobu! No!

The Yakuza roared and launched another attack. Their chaotic formation made Harunobu really want to use Thunder Flash, it would be so satisfying—but he decided against it, otherwise all their previous pretense would be wasted.

He bent his knees and slightly tilted the blade, reflecting the light from the electric lamp onto the nearest Yakuza's eyes. Suddenly losing sight, Yakuza instinctively paused, while Harunobu simultaneously stretched out his legs, quickly crossing them on the ground, his entire body moving like a stream of water flowing downstream, until he appeared before Yakuza.

The gentle, water-like blade lightly sliced ​​across his throat, and as blood spurted out, Qingxin had already appeared in front of the next person.

Breathing of Water - Form Nine - Water Flow and Spray.

This type is not a sword technique, but a special technique of applying force. By controlling all movements to the minimum necessary level, thus reducing stun and recovery time, it achieves movement and attacks that may not be fast, but are definitely smooth and swift enough.

It is especially suitable for fighting in such a crowded place.

In every seemingly impossible place, Harunobu could miraculously find a foothold and use it for leverage. Each time, seemingly with the same old force, he could quickly withdraw and regroup before the enemy could get close.

The densely packed crowd of forty-odd Yakuza was like a solid reef, or a complex and perilous labyrinth, seemingly impenetrable. But Harunobu, like an invisible stream, seeped in through the cracks and then engulfed and swallowed them all.

Kenji Shiraishi stared in terror at the scene before him.

He saw the blade rise, precisely deflecting the weapon in his hand. The blade fell, spraying bright red blood. Like a flood, it engulfed everything, high walls and deep pits alike.

No! wrong!

Kenji Shiraishi abruptly pulled out the wooden box from his pocket and swallowed the pills. The intense, agonizing pain contorted his body, making him even more lucid and clear-headed.

This guy is definitely not Hiraharu Nobuyuki! He's just putting on a brave face! The proof is that after he entered the melee, he only killed a few people! Every other move he made was aimed at his hands and feet, only temporarily incapacitating the Yakuza!

In other words, he's still not strong enough! He can't deliver a fatal blow!

Then it can't be stronger than the power of a monster!

Roar!

Completely demonized, Shiraishi Kenji pounded his rock-solidified chest, crashing into Harunobu like a cannonball, even knocking several unlucky Yakuza flying in the process.

Harunobu lightly touched the Yakuza's body, who was lying on the ground groaning, with his toes, rising high like a surging wave. The katana in his right hand drew a beautiful arc in the air and thrust diagonally downwards.

Water Breathing - Seventh Form - Shizuku Ripple Strike!

The attack struck Shiraishi Kenji precisely in the right eye, exploiting this one and only weakness in the petrified Shiraishi Kenji's body to directly destroy his brain.

Before Shiraishi Kenji even had time to regret or think, he was already dead. His heavy and hard body crashed through the wall, gradually returned to normal in the air, and was then captured by gravity, falling to the ground with a thud.

Harunobu, who had just pulled out the ashen blade, stood at the crack and looked down. He shook his head sympathetically, then turned and shook off the dirt from the blade.

The light bulb hanging in the center of the room swayed violently due to the tremor, twisting and turning the shadows of everyone in the room like a kaleidoscope. Amidst this ever-changing light and shadow, the blood splattered throughout the room seemed to be reborn, dancing joyfully, like a scene from the deepest hell.

In this hellish place, even the only standing figure, the Crimson-Faced Prajna, was covered in blood—truly a calamity of bloodshed.

Harunobu sighed, mentioning the documents that Shiraishi Kenji and the others had packed up earlier. He left behind a badge engraved with a flapping butterfly—Harunobu's family crest—before quickly running away.

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Author's note: Fourth update complete, I finished this section in one go.

I've burned out, turned into snow-white ash.JPG It's already past midnight when I finished writing this chapter, so I'm asking for a vote to console myself (○??д?)?

Chapter 149: The Cat, Yuzu, and Amu

While Harunobu was in the Toto Shiroishi group, in a corner of the Aozorakan, a large loli and a large toddler were sunbathing under the moon.

Two equally intelligent heads hung neatly on the railing. The kitten, whose height could finally be described as taller, stretched like a cat and lazily patted the orange pomelo's butt.

"Tell me honestly, are you eyeing my husband?"

Juyouzi twisted her waist, trying to avoid the kitten's vicious hand, but she failed.

She could only look at the kitten pitifully, her bright little face full of innocent cuteness: "Sister Kitten, what are you saying?"

The kitten looked at the little girl pretending to be cute and pinched her smooth little face: "Stop pretending, I stopped using that trick ten years ago."

The kitten is sixteen years old this year, and the orange is six years old.

Juyou pouted, still looking adorable: "You talk like you've ever used that trick, Little Cat Sister. You can still have such good skin even if you smear mud on your face every day. I'm so envious!"

The kitten narrowed its eyes; this girl was definitely not right. When Qingxin brought them back, the kitten had already sensed something was amiss. Because they actually recognized her after she removed her disguise!

Since settling down completely at the Aozora Pavilion, she has used her disguise less and less. At first, she made quite a few jokes about being mistaken for an outsider, and if it weren't for her distinctive physique, they probably would have gotten into a fight.

Her meetings with the Tachibana mother and daughter were all under a disguise; they shouldn't have recognized her without makeup! Moreover, they weren't even surprised, clearly indicating they already knew her true identity!

After that, having already sensed something was wrong, the kitten naturally noticed that the orange yuzu was acting strangely. Although her words and actions were indeed like those of a real six-year-old child, her purpose was all too obvious.

It was almost as if she was deliberately seducing Harunobu—albeit by using Nako Tachibana.

After all, Harunobu had no interest in such a short, flat-chested creature.