Chapter 62: Descendants of the Samurai, 7th Pussy Sex Match - Breaking the Dojo
Chapter 62
It's deeply regrettable for Westerners who are crazy about Japanese culture, but there are no samurai in modern Japan.
If samurai, belonging to the ruling class of a feudal class society, still existed, that would be proof that Japan is still a barbaric nation.
At least nominally, Japan, which does not recognize privileged classes other than the Imperial Family, no longer needs the samurai class.
However, even so, the bloodline continues, and while changing its form with the passage of time, its spirit is certainly being passed down.
Kazakura Tsurugi is the last descendant of a samurai family who inherited that blood and spirit.
Although she has the name Tsurugi (sword), Tsurugi is a proper woman, and a beauty whose sharp image revealed in her name can also be found in her appearance and eyes.
Those elegant body curves seemed to express the aesthetics of a Japanese sword, and the robustness of her solid muscles coexisting with that beauty seemed to express the strength of a Japanese sword.
Truly a living sword. That is Tsurugi.
Some people describe Tsurugi as someone who would have been better off born in the Warring States period, but Tsurugi inwardly scoffed at such reputations.
,What foolish people. If I had really been born in that era, wouldn't I have just been sold off in a political marriage?
While faithfully engaging in the work of continuing tradition, Tsurugi was a woman who knew how to see reality.
She knew very well how much of a penalty the fact that she was a woman was as a warrior, and that she could be counted as the next head of the family because it was the modern era that mitigated such penalties.
In the old days, it would have been unimaginable for her to become the master of the Kazakura Dojo.
Tsurugi's father said,
,Keep winning. If you just do that, there will be no problem becoming the master of this dojo.
Could it be any simpler than this?
Tsurugi's father was a reasonable person.
Just keep winning under the rules of kendo. Then it doesn't matter whether you're a woman or a man.
Since the current master is saying that, no one else has the right to object.
Anyway, if you were to nitpick, 'Even so, it's strange for a woman to become the master of the dojo,' you would get beaten up by society, the master, and, decisively, Tsurugi herself.
'I was born in a good era.'
Tsurugi was satisfied with the era given to her.
And she continued to train endlessly.
'Swinging a sword is fun.'
And being recognized by others for it is even more thrilling.
Study not to show others, but to study for yourself. That was the master's, her father's, teaching, but it seems Tsurugi is still young.
Because she inwardly boasts at the praise of others, and inwardly shrinks at criticism.
It wouldn't matter in other fields, but only in the way of the sword does she become like that.
'Continuous training will solve this.'
Tsurugi thought so, and the master also agreed.
The "do" in kendo means "way." It means that if you walk, you will arrive somewhere.
Thinking so, Tsurugi devoted herself every day.
And... then one day, that man came.
That day, Tsurugi was training alone in the dojo. The master and other trainees had gone up the mountain for a training camp.
Originally, it would have been natural for Tsurugi to follow the training camp, but the problem was that Tsurugi was the only woman among the dojo people, including the master.
It's not like they would lighten the training just because she's a woman. The Kazakura Dojo was advocating the policy that everyone inside the dojo is just a kendo trainee... but it was inevitable that it would become difficult when it came to the problem of washing, eating, and sleeping together.
Even if Tsurugi herself said she was okay, the trainees couldn't help but be concerned about Tsurugi, who would be sharing meals and lodging in a place crowded with only men.
The master was usually strict, but as a father, he couldn't help but be concerned about his daughter's presence under the special conditions of the training camp.
Therefore, it was concluded that Tsurugi would be guarding the dojo while the other trainees were at the training camp.
'I'm worried about what will happen after I become the master with this.'
Even though it's a good era, the relationship between men and women is distant.
Even if one side tries to maintain integrity, if the other side misunderstands, it's all for naught.
'No, it's ridiculous to even be thinking about this already when it hasn't even been decided that I'll become the master.'
Tsurugi swung the bamboo sword. Hoping that with each swing, her anguish and distractions would be shaken off.
Since there was no one watching, she couldn't neglect her training, so Tsurugi continued to train with the meaning of re-examining the basic forms.
It was then that she heard a knock on the dojo.
,Hmm? Who is it? The door is open, so you can come in.
A visitor when the master is away, of all times. Turning her head towards the sound, she frowned without realizing it.
This was because the man standing at the doorway was the epitome of the type Tsurugi greatly detested: 'a man with terrible self-management.'
'The flab that can be felt even through his clothes. Weak muscles and dirty skin. It's clear that he hasn't invested even a little time or passion in polishing himself.'
You can't judge everything about a person by their appearance, but even so, appearance says a lot.
At least, it seemed clear that the man in front of her lacked self-control, didn't care about how people saw him, and was leading a ruined daily life.
Tsurugi naturally put down the bamboo sword and picked up a wooden sword instead.
Because a bamboo sword doesn't have much stopping power, but a wooden sword isn't quite the same.
A wooden sword can even kill people if necessary. Especially if someone like Tsurugi is holding it.
'If he acts violently, I'll subdue him immediately.'
Tsurugi was already assuming that the other person might act violently.
It might be a rather unfair thing from the perspective of someone who has no intention of doing so, even if they're not a martial artist.
A martial artist like Tsurugi should be able to easily subdue an overweight man who can't even manage himself properly.
Leaning her heart on the sense of security conveyed by the wooden sword, Tsurugi said to the man.
,If you've come to seek instruction, the timing is bad. The master is away right now, so if you want to enroll, you'll have to come back in a few days. It'll probably take about three days.
It was a formal delivery of information.
Because she doesn't think that a man like this would sincerely want to enroll in the dojo.
Judging by his appearance, I wonder if he'd even last three days even if he did enroll...
,But just to let you know in advance, our dojo aims to transmit practical swordsmanship. Therefore, the intensity of the training is incomparably more challenging than other dojos, and sometimes there are trainings with a high risk of injury. If you just want to learn self-defense, I recommend you look into other dojos.
This was said quite sincerely.
She doesn't know how many losers have visited the dojo full of bluster and then dropped out.
At best, only the guys with some pride or grit would last about half a year with the impure motive of 'A woman can do it, so why can't I?' was the limit.
The only people who can really overcome this dojo's training are those who have some purpose in their hearts.
,....Eeeh..
The guest finally opened his mouth. It was as unpleasant a voice as his appearance.
,I didn't come to enroll... quite the opposite. I came to break the dojo.
,Eh?
At the unexpected words, Tsurugi widened her eyes and asked again.
,When you say 'break the dojo,' are you saying you want to compete with our dojo's skills?
,Yeah, that. Kuhihihit.
,...............
Tsurugi revised her assessment of the man.
She just thought he was an ugly man who couldn't manage himself, but now that she looked at him, wasn't he just a fool who didn't know his place?
,...As I said before, our school aims for practical swordsmanship. If we were to fight, it wouldn't end without injuries, you know?
It became somewhat threatening. But it can't be helped. For Tsurugi, the Kazakura style is pride. She can't tolerate treating that pride lightly.
Perhaps this is also evidence that she still lacks training.
To Tsurugi's warning, which could sound eerie, the man replied like this.
,You sure talk a lot. Are you scared of losing?
Tsurugi smiled. A very cold smile, with only one corner of her lips curled up. The fact that even such a smile becomes a picture is what makes Tsurugi so great.
,...........Good. Let's do it once. Will you use a bamboo sword or a wooden sword?
Tsurugi secretly hoped he would choose the wooden sword. She has learned how to make it hurt even when hitting with a bamboo sword, but after all, it can't compare to a wooden sword.
To Tsurugi's either-or choice, Hideo presented a third option.
,Yeah. I don't like either, so I'll use my dick.
,....Excuse me?
Tsurugi erased her eerie expression from before and replaced it with a dumbfounded face.
What the hell is this man talking about?
In front of such Tsurugi, the man took off his pants and flaunted his erect penis.
Tsurugi let out an inarticulate scream and fell on her ass on the spot.
T-this man. What on earth is he doing?!
,What was it? You said your school is called Kazakura-ryu or something, right? My school is Chinpo (Penis)-ryu, you see? Let's see which one is on top.
What the hell is this crazy pervert talking about!
Tsurugi quickly got up from her spot and gripped her wooden sword tightly. She needs to show this pervert a painful lesson so he won't do this again. Let him learn with his body that this is social justice.
As her head was filled with that thought, common sense spread like an echo.
,Ah... Chinpo-ryu..
Come to think of it... there was such a school, wasn't there... So, clearly....
,You've come for an inter-school exchange. Please, come in.