Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Harunobu blinked and said regretfully, "Indeed, after all, I've encountered quite a few of their subordinate monsters before, or as you would say, cyborgs?"

"Just a bunch of cannon fodder." Shiranui Ran said disdainfully, then straightened her tone, "But you, what exactly is that power? You didn't even draw your sword, so it shouldn't be the power of your mind, right?"

"I'm afraid I can't answer that." Harunobu, of course, couldn't answer that question and immediately changed the subject. "Next question, what business did you have at that manor? Is there a bounty on Suzuki Ryuichi's head? Could you give me the contact information for the bounty?"

"Sorry, we at Shiranui no longer accept requests from strangers."

Shiranui Ran knew she couldn't get any secrets out of Harunobu, so she changed the subject, "But I was just there to gather information, about..."

Harunobu suddenly interrupted her: "About the Tongxin Society?"

Clearly, Shiranui Ran's body tensed up: "Where did you learn that name?"

Her tone also became noticeably harsher, suggesting that she was about to start a fight at the slightest provocation.

Although Harunobu had suspected something before, Shiranui Ran's obvious reaction still surprised him. He was now even more certain of his thoughts, but there was no need to push too hard at this point, since the Tongxin Society was the real enemy.

So he simply recounted the kitten's grand adventure, albeit in a simplified version. He focused on the experimental field and Nue's ramblings.

Even so, it took Harunobu several minutes. During this time, Shiranui Ran gradually relaxed.

"I'm sorry, those guys are my sworn enemies." The fox girl with two tails bowed to Qingxin. "I'm truly sorry."

"An apology has to show your chest to be considered sincere, right?" Since he was already being seen as a lecherous man, Harunobu simply revealed his true colors... I mean, let loose.

Unfortunately, this wasn't an eroge (adult game) world, so her statement only earned her a disdainful look. Shiranui Ran quickly moved on to the next question: "So you're also here to find the Tongxin Society?"

This time, Harunobu crossed his arms and said, "I'm here to kill Suzuki Ryuichi. It would be best if I could also deal with the Nue that attacked my disciple."

"Too bad, neither of them are here. This was just bait. Suzuki Ryuichi is probably undergoing reformation by the Tongxin Society right now; he's unlikely to come out." Shiranui Ran's two large ears twitched. "What a nuisance. What are these bastards trying to do in Tokyo..."

Seeing that Shiranui Ran was about to fall into deep thought as she spoke, Harunobu quickly interrupted, "Hey, Lady Fire Demon, didn't you say you'd come with me if I wanted to kill Suzuki Ryuichi? Now it seems like you don't even know where he is?"

Shiranui Ran looked up: "Didn't I say that guy is undergoing modifications? He's definitely hiding in some experimental field... Hey, where are you going?"

Qingxin, who was about to turn back, waved his hand and said, "The main hall of that manor is an experimental field. I'll go and check it out."

Shiranui Ran's eyes widened: "Huh? How did you know?"

What a silly goose.

Harunobu thought for a moment, then turned around and said, "Isn't there a small villa in that manor...?"

A few minutes later, Harunobu finished recounting Nenko's information, while Shiranui Ran had fallen into deep thought. Even with the mask on, Harunobu could sense the complex emotions she was experiencing.

"I see, I think I understand now..."

After a long while, Shiranui Ran finally spoke, but her tone became very complicated.

Harunobu replied matter-of-factly, "What do you know?"

Shiranui Ran crossed her arms and cushioned them against her chest: "I have a pretty good idea of ​​what the Tongxin Association is planning to do in Tokyo, but... can I trust you, Taira no Harunobu?"

"If it's about causing trouble for the Tongxin Society and the Demon Dragon Society, I think that should be my line, right?" Harunobu shrugged. "At least I haven't seen any ninjas from Shiranui fighting against the Demon Dragon Society's hordes on the street."

“Yeah… here you go.” Shiranui suddenly tossed a crumpled piece of paper to Harunobu. “This is my phone number. If the operator asks who you’re looking for, just say Miss Fox.”

"Are you implying something—where is everyone?"

Chapter 190

Harunobu glanced down at a phone number, and when he looked back up, Shiranui Ran had vanished. Throughout the entire process, Harunobu hadn't noticed a thing.

"Should I say she's a ninja, or a fox spirit with two tails?" Harunobu put the slip of paper with the phone number on it into his pocket, turned around and walked back towards the Suzuki Manor.

Regardless, he trusted his cat more than the suddenly appearing fox-eared ninja. So he decided to go check again to see if Suzuki Ryuichi was actually at the Suzuki Manor.

If we really can't find Suzuki Ryuichi, killing Suzuki Ippei or something wouldn't be a bad idea. After all, we've come all this way, and we can't just go back empty-handed.

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Author's Note: I originally wanted to call this chapter "The Naked Celestial Fox" (laughs)

Chapter 178: What to do? Only kill.

Harunobu returned to Suzuki Manor. The once peaceful manor was now in complete chaos, with torches and lanterns illuminating half the sky. Guards were scurrying about, practically digging up anthills to check for outsiders, which made it even easier for Harunobu to sneak in.

Head straight to the main hall.

Unfortunately, the guards at the main hall remained unmoved and held their ground.

Stealth techniques are ultimately just stealth techniques, not invisibility; this kind of human wall is simply impossible to get past.

no solution anymore.

Harunobu drew his Asagi and turned to the main gate.

"Who goes there—Pfft!"

The severed head landed on the ground, and the headless corpse, still spurting blood, flew backward, smashing open the main hall's door. Harunobu stepped over the blood and politely asked, "Where are Suzuki Ryuichi and Suzuki Ippei?"

"kill!!!"

Perhaps because Harunobu hadn't asked, the guards roared and charged, then all of them lost their heads.

Their skill level is so low, they don't even have one that can transform into a demon?

Qingxin even suspected that this might be a trap. Was there a camera set up in some corner, just waiting for him to come and kill these noobs? — It seems he was overthinking it.

From the main hall, whose gate had been smashed open, a large number of deformed, monstrous beings, or rather, cyborgs, rushed out. Clearly, these were the true guards; those at the entrance were mostly for disguise.

Of course, this doesn't mean these people are innocent. To say they didn't know the inside story while guarding such an important place would be a huge insult to the loyalty they just displayed. And calling them weak is based on Harunobu's current strength; before he drank the [sufficient amount of Sakura Dragon Blood], it would have taken him much longer to kill them.

They probably all have the ability of Communication University of China.

He sidestepped an attack from a cyborg with limbs twisted like cat claws but topped with a dog's head. Too lazy to get entangled with them, Qingxin directly used his full speed to walk into the main hall.

Killing these small fry is pointless and a waste of time. Harunobu doesn't think Suzuki Ryuichi and Suzuki Ippei will obediently stay in the boss room and wait for him like the final boss. So, speed things up.

A few minutes later, Qingxin stood in the empty main hall, lost in thought. The experimental bed had been emptied, leaving only sixty-seven half-modified humans, all of whom he had now killed—the half-modified human had been left on the experimental bed to die halfway through his modifications, and Qingxin had given her a send-off.

Wait, buddy? You're such a coward?

The kitten was chased away, so how did you manage to make such a quick strategic shift?

And even if you're transferring them, are you only taking the equipment and technical personnel? Don't security guards have lives?

And not only did they not bring any low-level employees, but they also didn't bring any valuable goods. Aren't they afraid of being found out? Or... Harunobu originally wanted to touch his chin, but the red Hannya mask he put on again blocked his hand, so he had to touch the hilt of his sword instead.

However, his train of thought remained clear; he remembered the barrier in that three-story building. Even the experimental field didn't have a barrier, so why was there one in that "warehouse"?

There isn't one in the five-story pagoda either.

It's neither the most important nor the least likely to cause trouble, so why is it somewhere in the middle... No, perhaps, in the eyes of the person who set up the barrier, that's the most important place? And that barrier might not be something simple, so Suzuki Ryuichi and Suzuki Ippei even just threw the important ledgers into the drawer without even locking them.

Because they believed that no one could break in there without being discovered.

No, that's not right.

Harunobu recalled the incident when he entered that small building. Even the magical artifact given to him by the mysterious shrine maiden hadn't reacted before he had completely climbed through the window. He remembered that when he returned to the Azure Sky Pavilion, he was alerted by vibrations even before he approached the main gate.

Therefore, there must be something wrong with that barrier; it might be impossible to break through, or even impossible to get out once inside. Because so far, Qingxin hasn't seen the female guard from that small building appear.

Seeing the swarm of guards outside the door, and the long and short guns in their hands, Harunobu tensed up. It had to be said, firearms were indeed terrifying weapons. These small fry, armed with knives, swords, and clubs, were just a flock of sheep, but when they pulled out their firearms, they became a pack of troublesome hyenas.

Qingxin's current physical strength is not enough to withstand bullets; he would die just as easily if his head was blown off.

"But are you sure you want to continue fighting?" Qingxin stepped over the cyborg corpses that had reverted to normal and walked out of the collapsed doorway stained with blood. "Your master isn't here, and there's nothing worth taking away. Do you want revenge?"

The guards glared at Harunobu with hatred, but when Harunobu looked over, they couldn't help but lower their heads and avoid his gaze.

"Not going to talk? If you don't talk, I'll take that as a yes and we'll continue fighting." Qingxin said, and started attacking.

At this point, the guards realized that when Taira no Harunobu asked them if they still wanted to fight, it wasn't because he felt threatened, but simply because he wanted to let them go.

Although they were still wrong, because regardless of whether they wanted to fight or not, Qingxin was still going to fight. These bastards who aided and abetted evil deserved to live even a second longer, which was disrespectful to him, a great benefactor.

The reason I asked that question was simply to delay their time to pull the trigger.

Water Breathing - Third Form - Flowing Dance!

The sound of rushing water flowed into the crowd, creating vivid red splashes. Qingxin, having successfully blended into the crowd, nimbly weaved through the gaps, his blade flashing like a silver stream flowing past clusters of lotus flowers, regardless of their beauty. The lotus seeds that the flowers released were either dodged, deflected, or even directly struck other lotus flowers for him.

A few minutes later, most of the guards lay on the ground, their blood pooling and staining their gradually pale bodies.

"Phew... I'm so tired." Qingxin shook his axe wearily, splattering the sticky blood all over the two remaining survivors.

"Strange...monster!!"

"Impossible...impossible...it's fake, it's all fake!"

Of the two survivors, one had buried his head in his knees, while the other stared blankly at the sky gradually brightening with the milky white light of dawn, looking as if he had lost his mind.

It didn't matter, he had only kept these two people around to conduct an experiment, an experiment about that barrier.

He dragged two people with one hand and slowly walked to the front of the Western-style building. The two female guards who were guarding the gate were nowhere to be found. They might have been killed. He was too engrossed in the killing earlier and didn't pay attention to the men and women. Besides, these female guards all had short hair, so it was difficult to tell them apart.

But it's good, it saved me some trouble.

Picking up a man alive, Qingxin threw him directly towards the tightly closed gate of the Western-style building.

With a bang, the door was smashed open, revealing a clean first floor. The survivor slammed heavily to the ground, his body stiff and pressed against the floor. Harunoku's force was precise; the survivor's face was directly facing him, and Harunoku could even see the fear and tension in his eyes.

It doesn't look like acting.

etc.

Chapter 191

After thinking for a moment, he tore a piece of cloth from the remaining survivor and wrapped it around his hand. He then picked up the pistol from the survivor's hand and fired three shots at the survivor inside.

The survivor's eyes changed; fear and the will to survive were almost overflowing, but he remained lying on the floor, motionless.

So, you've been frozen in place?

Qingxin watched as the female guards, alerted by the gunfire, rushed over. He then fired another shot, blowing the head off the surviving man inside, before turning and heading towards the window he had previously climbed through.

Although it's unlikely, what if that window is a weak point?

But as soon as Harunobu turned around, he froze.

Because right there at that window, there was a very familiar large drum.

Actually, it's not so much the drum itself that's familiar, but rather the two large tails on the drum.

No, ladies?

That window is so big, how did you manage to jam your drum? Are you trying to stage an accident?

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Author's note: Speaking of which, it seems like Lan hasn't been releasing many doujinshi lately φ(*￣0￣)

Chapter 179: The Fox's Buttocks

Red walls and black tiles, windows that are not small.

A large drum, full, plump, elastic, with beautiful curves, and even with two reins, was abruptly stuck there.

I really have to take a closer look.

He casually shot the now-useless prisoner in the head, tossed aside his pistol, and first surveyed the red wall in front of him. Then, to his dismay, he discovered that with the window blocked, there was nowhere to grab onto.

But it doesn't matter, he will take action.

With a short running start, Qingxin jumped up and inserted the asada into the red wall. He then hung on the asada, facing the side of the plump buttocks, observing its beautiful heart-shaped curves at close range.

Perhaps because of the obstruction, the black fabric, which was not originally tight, is now taut, perfectly highlighting these two heart-shaped treasures, making one want to take a bite.

Moreover, perhaps because he was a fox spirit, Qingxin, who got closer, even smelled a faint sweet fragrance, which didn't smell like perfume, but more like a natural body odor.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his free left hand naturally reached out, but suddenly stopped halfway to the left. A large, fluffy tail, which had appeared out of nowhere, left a deep red mark on the back of Qingxin's left hand, burning with pain.

But being hit like that only fueled Qingxin's anger. He kept blocking the fox's tail with his left hand, but with his right hand he released the attack and grabbed the right side of the fox spirit's big buttocks.

In order to keep his body hanging, Harunobu naturally used a lot of strength.

Suddenly, the right half of the heart, which was originally perfectly shaped, twisted, and a large hand began to ravage the plump, beautiful flesh without restraint.

It is delicate, soft, and incredibly elastic; even through a layer of clothing, the feel is almost perfect.

Qingxin kneaded and squeezed it incessantly, the rough movements wrinkling the black fabric, but even so, she couldn't grasp it all; between her fingers, there were still some unsatisfied, beautiful fleshy folds, forming small peaks.