Female Swordsman Training Dojo

The hungry and powerless woman collapsed to the ground, her head pressed against the floor as her gaze met that of the woman being dragged away. Both women shared the same helplessness and regret, along with overflowing hatred.

Leaving the talent pool, the Yakuza relaxed a little.

"Damn, I always feel so suffocated whenever I go somewhere." Yakuza on the left said, spitting on the ground, then looked at the woman being dragged. "Speaking of which, there haven't been any new girls coming lately. I'm tired of these women."

As he spoke, he skillfully grabbed the woman's breast, but unfortunately, he didn't see the reaction he wanted; all he saw was numbness.

"Stop fooling around, we're almost there. We have to rush to the other side to change shifts later," another Yakuza said with dissatisfaction, it was unclear whether it was because of his companion's behavior or because of the shift change he mentioned.

Or both.

The Yakuza on the left spat on the ground again: "Huh? Isn't today our shift?"

Yakuza on the right shrugged: "The chairman sent a group of people back to reinforce the headquarters' defenses, to guard against Hiraharu's attack, so it was our turn ahead of schedule."

"Damn!" The Yakuza on the left squeezed the breast in his hand hard, leaving a bruise on it. "Is that samurai really that crazy? Even the Shiraishi Group can't satisfy him?"

“Who knows? Anyway, the guys who stayed in the city are either in hell or in prison,” Yakuza on the right said. “So I think it’s better to stay here than to be transferred back to the city. At most, I’ll just have to stand guard for a few more shifts, and I can play with those talents as I please.”

"that's true."

The two Yakuza chatted casually, completely ignoring the woman they were dragging along. What difference would it make if she heard them? She was about to die.

Soon, we arrived at our destination.

The woman was placed on a bed, and a group of people dressed in white coats, fully armed with masks and goggles, began the operation that was ingrained in their bones and had become muscle memory.

Drain half of the blood.

Inject new blood.

Detect symptoms.

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Compare the experimental table to select the corresponding scheme.

The specially formulated drug was injected according to the plan.

Waiting for it to take effect.

The woman began to struggle, struggling with all her might, until even the leather straps binding her to the bed creaked. In the midst of this struggle, her scarred legs became smooth again, her dry, sallow skin gradually became moist, and even her breasts seemed to have grown larger.

The doctors in white coats watched her intently, holding their breath.

Gradually, her smooth legs slowly glued together from the base, and fine snake scales emerged from under her skin, replacing her delicate human skin with a pale, tough membrane...

Eventually, her legs transformed into a thick, pale snake tail.

The doctors in white coats approached, their eyes wide with excitement, occasionally exchanging whispers and low gasps of surprise, seemingly oblivious to the woman's piercing screams of pain. Actually, the word "seems" could be removed, because although the wailing was as agonizing as if she were being slowly sliced ​​to death, they had become numb to it and automatically filtered it out.

But they quickly put on expressions as if their parents had died.

After a final, high-pitched scream, the woman on the bed shuddered and lost consciousness.

The doctor in the white coat glanced at the equipment next to him and shook his head regretfully: "The test subject died. Another failure."

"But at least there has been progress. This time it lasted for about ten minutes, and it was just a regular body, which means the improvement is effective."

"Hmm, that makes sense. Let's select two more control groups according to this plan."

The doctors in white coats dutifully began their busy work. As for the dead woman? Someone would take care of that.

Time passed uneventfully. The moonlight illuminated the beautiful countryside, but it failed to illuminate the corpses piled up in the secluded room, awaiting use and disposal.

A Yakuza walked in.

"Hey hey, my darlings, here I come~"

In the dim light, Yakuza quickly removed his cumbersome lower garments and eagerly plunged into the pile of corpses, fully immersing himself in the cold and stiff flesh. He would occasionally reach out to help him disappear into the tight or loose caverns.

After wandering around for a while, Yakuza noticed his primary target for the day. The half-human, half-snake corpse, still possessing the beautiful body enhanced by the drugs, made Yakuza swallow hard. He pulled a small wooden stick from his favorite cave and put it into the half-human, half-snake woman's mouth.

Perhaps in his haste, his little wooden stick grazed the woman's teeth, and the demonic, sharp fangs instantly tore off a layer of skin, causing the man to jump up in pain.

However, after a short while, his intense desire made him unable to resist putting it back in.

Then, the woman opened her eyes, and her jaw, which had been opened, closed naturally.

"what!!!!"

A scream of pain instantly echoed throughout the villa area, completely waking the woman. Her snake tail swiftly coiled around Yakuza in front of her and bit down on his neck. In less than a second, Yakuza was reduced to a shriveled corpse, and the woman regained her senses.

She looked at her completely transformed body without surprise, then forcefully swung her snake tail, springing herself up from the ground. She smashed through the glass window and its mast, crashing to the ground with it. Meanwhile, the guards, alerted by her screams, were still far away.

With insufficient manpower, the guard density was naturally inadequate. Moreover, in a place where nothing was likely to happen, the guard was only the one Yakuza who volunteered.

The woman glanced one last time at the distant talent pool, then skillfully slithered her snake tail and disappeared into the countryside.

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Author's Note: Just in case, the women in this chapter won't be part of the harem, and they certainly won't be the female lead's...

Chapter 162: Intelligence Arrives

As dusk approached, Tachibana Nako followed behind Hira Yukiko, vigilantly observing their surroundings. This was her first time joining the patrol, a decision she herself had made. After all, the importance of practical experience didn't need to be emphasized; the difference between dojo swords and battlefield swords was a topic of much discussion among the general public.

She learned swordsmanship for revenge.

To her disappointment, after a day of patrolling, she didn't see anyone daring to cause trouble. Forget the Yakuza, they didn't even see many petty thugs as they passed by. Although this was actually a good thing, from the perspective of a resident of Asakusa.

With a soft sigh, Tachibana Nako stopped in her tracks. Ahead, Hira Sachiko raised her hand and called out, "Everyone, it's time to go home."

Nighttime is still too dangerous for these guerrillas, so nighttime patrols have been temporarily suspended. During the day, the soldiers can't use their guns, but at night it's a different story. They can't expect the police to follow them 24/7; the police don't have that many officers.

The girls cheered softly. Although they liked their job as guerrillas, the end of a hard day's get off work was definitely something to be happy about.

"Speaking of which, are the teachers from the Normal School going out on patrol again at night?"

Nako Tachibana suddenly asked a question out of the blue, but Sachiko Hira immediately understood and replied, "Don't even think about going out with the teacher at night. Even if you're not afraid of threats, you'll just be dragging the teacher down."

Tachibana Nako shook her head helplessly, and the huge, wicked object swayed along with it, attracting envious and jealous glances from the girls around her. However, Tachibana Nako didn't feel happy at all; she just felt that it was too cumbersome. Not only did it take her much more effort to move than Yoko and the others, but she couldn't even do some of the movements.

For example, attacks that Saten Yoko and Koneko can easily dodge by leaning back, she would definitely get hit.

Ugh.

If only I could learn Thunder Breathing, that lightning-fast sword-drawing technique that can kill in one strike...

Following Hirayukiko toward the Aozorakan, Tachibana Nako was once again thinking about Thunder Breathing. Eager to become stronger, it was hard for her not to think about the Aozorakan's most renowned swordsmanship. Especially since she didn't yet possess that talent; the saying "what you can't have always seems more alluring" probably applied to her.

Although sometimes she herself was a little strange about why she suddenly had such a strong desire for revenge, even though she could no longer remember that person's appearance and physique very clearly.

But the anger in her chest was genuine; it was an rage and resentment as if she had been killed, burning like a real flame in her heart, making it difficult for her to sleep every night... to the point that she could hear strange noises every night.

Her pretty face suddenly flushed slightly, but it was only for a moment before being interrupted by the sound of wind breaking. Tachibana Nako quickly grabbed the hilt of her sword, but Hira Yukiko was faster than her. A thunderous roar exploded in mid-air, and Hira Yukiko's figure had already flashed to the side of the roadside bushes. The famous sword, Yukigiri, was smoothly drawn from its sheath, slashing from the lower left to the upper right.

Snowslash easily severed the snake's tail in mid-air, its piercing wail tearing through the twilight and startling the crowds lining the streets. Countless gazes simultaneously focused on the pitiful woman who had fallen. Her hideous snake tail and pale body clearly revealed her true identity.

"A monster!!"

The sound of doors and windows slamming shut echoed continuously, like raindrops hitting duckweed. Even the few who dared to peek out didn't dare to come out. As for passersby, they ran away immediately.

In Japanese tradition, even just seeing a yokai (supernatural creature) can bring bad luck and misfortune—and there's some truth to that, as yokai energy can indeed have a certain impact on the human body.

And thanks to this tradition, what happened next was only noticed by their own people.

“Ping…Qing…Xin…”

The monster, its serpent tail severed, murmured, its lifeless eyes scanning the surrounding female swordsmen. A flicker of despair seemed to cross its face as it struggled to crawl forward. She couldn't die here; she had to find the nemesis of the Demon Dragon Society… She… lost…

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The failed experiment gradually descended into chaos. The unsuccessful modification gave her the body of a monster, but also caused her to gradually lose her human intelligence. Otherwise, she wouldn't have pounced out abruptly out of excitement, and she wouldn't have been mistaken for an attacker by Hirako and had her snake tail cut off.

This behavior, devoid of any aggression and even bordering on cowardly, was truly perplexing. However, after some thought, Hirayukiko decided to eliminate any potential threat. What if it was a yokai in disguise? Moreover, she was muttering Harunobu's name, which was not a good thing; it could easily lead people to believe that she was connected to Harunobu.

Just as she raised her knife to behead the woman, Tachibana Nako suddenly took a step forward: "Shihan Dai... I think we should capture this monster first?"

"Hmm?" Hirayuki stopped what she was doing and looked at Tachibana Nako. The young mother seemed lost in thought, her gaze still fixed on the struggling, crawling monster, and her tone was unfocused, suggesting she wasn't sure about her own expectations.

At least Hirako felt that if she persisted, Tachibana Nako wouldn't continue to object. But after thinking about it, she shook off the bright red blood from the blade and put away the Snow Cutter.

If anyone else had said this, Hirako would definitely have ignored it. But Tachibana Nako, even because of Yuzu's obviously strange behavior, her request was worth considering carefully. Besides, this was probably also an opportunity to confirm the identities of Tachibana Nako and Tachibana Yuzu.

"But can she hold on until she gets back?"

“Yes, that’s fine.” Tachibana Nako’s answer was even more certain than when she said she wouldn’t kill the monster for the time being.

Hirako glanced at her curious yet frightened disciples, shook her head, and took two steps forward to pick up the woman who had left a bloody trail on the ground. The moment she was caught, the woman bared her fangs angrily at Hirako, but a long, sheathed sword struck her on the head, sending her flying back.

"That was a good water-surface slash," Hirayukiko said. "But we can't just fight our way back like this, can we?"

They would probably die on the way.

Naoko Tachibana was also a little troubled, but after a while she blinked and hesitantly suggested, "How about we tell her that we're taking her to find Taira Harunobu?"

Before Taira Sachiko could answer, the monster calmed down, turned its head towards Tachibana Nako, and murmured, "Tai... Haru... Shin..."

Taira Sachiko: "..."

Tachibanako: "..."

Disciples: "..."

What is it about the teacher training college that makes even monsters so obsessed with it?

Although I know it's definitely not because of that, it's really hard not to think about it.

"What about the tail?" Tachibana Nako asked again. "Should I take it back with me?"

“Let’s take it back,” Hirako said. “It might come in handy, but then we won’t be able to take the train… Are you all okay with that?”

The disciples looked at each other, all exhausted from a day's patrol, wishing they could go back to the dojo or their own homes and sleep soundly. There was only one answer: "No problem! Master will take over."

"Don't try to tough it out... Anyway, let's go."

So, with Yukiko carrying her upper body and Nako carrying her lower body, the group swaggered towards the Aozora-kan. Wherever they went, armies trembled in fear. They also left behind some strange rumors, but those are unimportant.

Meanwhile, inside the Aozora Pavilion, Tachibana Yuzu, who was practicing Thunder Breathing with Harunobu, suddenly stopped and looked at Harunobu seriously: "Master, call Nyanko-nee back now, something urgent is coming up soon."

Seeing Yuzu's serious expression, Harunobu nodded: "Okay, go ahead."

Juyou pouted: "Teacher, you're so lazy."

The author says:

Author's Note: Successfully finished, extra chapter! But I think it's impossible tomorrow, I was already notified that I'll have to work overtime tomorrow... Damn it, I'm about to finish the main story of Ikoma Island! I'm so anxious!

Chapter 163: The Kitten's Friend

In the end, it was Tachibana Yuzu who called the kitten over, and she and the kitten each brought back a large stack of white paper. Not only that, she then had Harunobu bring out many candles, and closed all the windows of the Nikhun Dormitory, drawing the curtains. All the candles and oil lamps used for lighting were also extinguished, leaving only one.

It was already night, but her actions made the room seem even darker than outside. Harunoku, arms crossed, watched Tachibana Yuzu bustling about, utterly curious.

"Little Yuzu, what are you doing? And what does this have to do with the kitten?"

"We'll be together soon," Yuzu said mysteriously. Lately, she hasn't been pretending at all, except when she's in front of Tachibana Naoko. But otherwise, she's still very much like a child, loving to eat, play, and make a fuss.

Finally, all the candles were arranged in a circle with equal spacing in the living room, and the inside of the circle was covered with layers of white paper, leaving no gaps.

Yuzu carefully stepped out of the ring, wiping the fine sweat from her forehead: "Phew... finally done. Teacher, you owe me a favor this time."

"Is this some kind of blessing ceremony?" Harunobu looked at the circle of candles by the dim candlelight; they hadn't even been lit yet.

“No.” Yuzu, mimicking Harunobu’s habit, touched her smooth chin. “It’s a special method used for interrogating people for information.”

"Hmm?" Just as Harunobu was about to press further, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Saten Yoko walked in. "Master, Sachiko-nee and Mrs. Tachibana brought back a monster. What should we do?"

Theoretically speaking, it's impossible to bring a yokai to your usual resting place. Besides, it's a yokai that's about to die; what if it becomes a bound spirit?

Harunobu looked at Tachibana Yuzu, the little girl with her hands on her hips, tilting her head back with a smug smile.

"Yoko, have Sachiko and Mrs. Tachibana bring the yokai over. You two go to the dojo first."

Saten Yoko was a little confused, but still nodded: "Yes, teacher training."

A short while later, Hirayuki and Tachibana Nako arrived at the Nikhun Dormitory, each carrying half of the yokai. Although they were both puzzled, they had to obey Harunobu's orders.

Yuzu was the first to approach Naoko: "Mom, put this over here, um, with the end facing outwards."

Nako Tachibana looked at Harunobu, and only after Harunobu nodded did she follow her intuition and Yuzu Tachibana's instructions to arrange the snake's tail. Then, Yukiko Hira followed suit, placing the human body with its head facing outwards on the white paper.