Chapter 384

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Chapter 384: Little Sister Challenges in Hokkaido

Yingzhou is divided into four regions:

Honshu, Kyushu, Hokkaido, and Shikoku.

Hokkaido, the northernmost region, was once known as Ezo. The main ethnic group here is the Ainu people.

The full title of the Shogun is “Seii Taishogun,” where “Seii” refers to subjugating the Ainu. In ancient Honshu, people viewed the Emishi people similarly to how people from the Tang Dynasty viewed the grassland people—calling them “barbarians.”

Due to cultural differences, Hokkaido struggled to integrate with Yingzhou for much of its history. The Emishi people, the primary inhabitants of Hokkaido, were a mix of Mongoloid and European races. They resembled Europeans to some extent, making them prime targets for conquest.

However, when the evil god took control of the Goryeo Peninsula, their influence expanded rapidly, even occupying the neighboring Kushiro Island for a time. Faced with attacks on both sides, the Emishi were eventually brought under the rule of Yingzhou. Over hundreds of years, the Emishi people were assimilated into the Yingzhou nation.

Unlike Earth’s history, due to the threat of evil god worshippers on the Goryeo Peninsula, the Emishi people of Hokkaido were never fully assimilated. The Emishi, being a typical hunting tribe, possessed strong fighting abilities, which were put to use in the western regions of Hokkaido as a buffer against the evil god worshippers. This area, much like Tsushima Island, became a major battlefield several times.

Even today, the Emishi people still live in scattered communities across Hokkaido, maintaining some distinct features compared to the purely East Asian population.

Hokkaido’s modernization lags behind Edo, and the region has preserved much of the traditional Taisho era style. Unlike the transforming New Tokyo in Edo, you can still find schools made of wood here. Walking through the corridors, the familiar scent of timber fills the air, and the creaking of wooden boards underfoot echoes in the silence.

Yagyū Simozi stood in the corridor, gazing into the dojo as the sounds of constant shouting reached her ears.

She loved the spacious dojo here, which seemed more fitting compared to Far East University.

Perhaps it was because of the different living environments—Far East University had more of an academic atmosphere, while Hokkaido exuded a stronger martial spirit. It was even said that ordinary police officers here could be proficient in karate, though that might have been an exaggeration, considering they likely only dealt with a few smugglers from Goryeo.

Simozi dreamed of opening a dojo of her own one day, to teach Mugen Shinmyō-ryū swordsmanship to dozens of disciples, honoring the memory of her late parents.

As long as she earned the plaque granted by the general, starting a dojo and accepting students would be easy. The challenge, however, was how to obtain that plaque.

Simozi knew she needed to become stronger, so she joined the training group.

As a freshman, she was recommended to attend the high school exchange meeting. She had recently defeated most of the kendo club and even triumphed over the highly acclaimed “once-in-500-years prodigy,” Daiku So-and-So. At eighteen, with just one year left until adulthood, she had already completed ten matches on campus, impressing even the kendo club advisor.

The advisor, a skilled practitioner with a level of thirty-seven, was eager to spar with her but was unable to defeat her, even though they used wooden swords. Simozi believed that with real swords, she could have defeated her opponent in ten rounds, leaving them with two fewer brothers.

Her strength was more than enough, and her kendo advisor, who was also a professor, included her in the exchange meeting team, bluntly stating, “There aren’t many opponents at Far East University who can match you. Use this exchange meeting to find more rivals, sharpen your skills, and gather experience for the selection competition.”

Hokkaido University, known for its martial arts evaluation system inspired by the Ming Country, had developed a comprehensive set of criteria—essentially a direct copy.

Upon arriving, Simozi quickly dropped off her luggage and joined the group heading to Hokkaido University. She was eager to test her skills and couldn’t resist the itch to fight.

Because of her beauty and her Eastern style, the people of Hokkaido, who preferred Eastern aesthetics, were naturally drawn to her. Some even tried to gain her attention, only to find themselves on the receiving end of a beating.

After being defeated more than ten times, Simozi grew bored, feeling that this group was too weak to meet her expectations. She decided to leave and told them she had come only to observe. She left the task of communication to the senior students.

Her departure was agreed upon, as she was not very involved in the meeting anyway. The supervising teacher, however, became concerned and assigned another first-year student to follow her.

This student, while buying a bottle of coffee, was quickly ditched by Simozi.

Later that evening, Simozi returned on her own at 9 o’clock. The student still hadn’t returned.

The teacher, now worried, reported to the police, only to find that the student had been sitting in the local police station, enjoying a meal of pork cutlet rice.

The student, who was severely nearsighted and unable to fight, had lost his glasses to a cat, making it impossible for him to distinguish between humans and animals from a distance. He had wandered around, encountering a dark-skinned woman who, to his confusion, seemed kind-hearted. Unfortunately, he almost ended up in a sticky situation.

The ratio of men to women in Yingzhou is about four to six, but in Hokkaido, it is skewed more towards three to seven.

Not only are men strong here, but the women are also tough. Hokkaido boasts the highest number of attractive girls in the country, and many are passionate about street racing.

Reiko, mentioned earlier, had once been a leader in Sapporo.

A hot girl becomes a “hot mom” after having a child. When her daughter reaches seventeen or eighteen, the hot mom begins looking for potential suitors for her. One unsuspecting student, searching for food on the street, was deceived by a hot mom with an eighteen-year-old daughter. If he hadn’t reacted quickly, jumping out of the window to escape, he might have found himself trapped in a marriage.

Later, he was caught running down the street in just his underwear, and the police told him it was ruining the city’s image.

With a sorrowful expression, the student explained, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

The police officer sighed and said, “I know you didn’t mean to, but you still have to come with me. If you keep running like this, another hot mom will come along, and you’ll be dragged right back home.”

The student, now pale and crying, asked through his tears, “Why is Hokkaido so scary? Do people just steal others off the streets?”

The officer smiled and replied, “It’s not like that. Look, when we walk on the road, no one steals from us.”

Suddenly, a frying pan flew out from an alley, striking the officer.

The hot mom who had been chasing them stood before the student, holding a rope and sneering, “Don’t think that just because you’re a police officer, I won’t dare to hit you.”

After a battle of wits, the student was locked up in the police station, waiting for his parents to pick him up. The hot mom was temporarily detained.

When the teacher saw the student crying like a young wife, all the exchange students fell silent.

The lead teacher lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, “You boys should team up with reliable girls. Never go out alone. As for you, Yagyū… from now on, you can move around freely.”

The teacher had finally understood.

Hokkaido had changed. It was far more dangerous for boys to walk alone here than it had been decades ago.

The next day, the teacher asked Simozi what she had done.

She said she had gone sightseeing.

The teacher believed her, though the others were skeptical. She had returned empty-handed, without buying anything.

Simozi had indeed visited the scenic area, but near the area, there was a martial arts hall where challenges were being held.

A representative from Xia’liu Normal School arrived and defeated his opponent in just three moves.

Another representative from Samo Demonstration School followed and won after eight moves.

The disciples’ faces fell, and soon, the head representative of the martial arts hall was called out. Skilled in all techniques, this battle was much more challenging for Simozi.

The head representative, though skilled, was over seventy and showed signs of declining physical strength. After a few big moves, they couldn’t keep up.

Simozi didn’t take advantage of the situation. After ten minutes of sparring, she suggested taking a break, giving her opponent time to rest.

After half an hour, they resumed fighting, and in just five moves, Simozi figured out her opponent’s techniques and won.

Though she didn’t use a real sword, only a wooden one, she earned the respect of her opponent.

Satisfied with the challenge, Simozi bowed, acknowledging the lesson. The challenge had been successful—she had gained recognition and learned from her opponent.

The next day, she planned to continue challenging other dojos, this time targeting the Mirrorheart Wise Flow instead of the more famous Hokusinn Itto-ryu. She knew this style too well to rely on ordinary permits.

The day was spent searching for new dojos. In the morning, she easily defeated an overconfident challenger. At noon, she grabbed a quick meal of Chinese fried rice, but it was no match for her older brother’s cooking.

In the afternoon, she got lost while looking for the Tennen Rishin-ryū dojo. Asking for directions from locals, she noticed a black cat cross the road and, following it, found a house nearby.

The woman inside, a single mother, offered her a cup of tea and pointed her toward the dojo. She also invited her to stay for dinner, mentioning that she had a daughter of similar age.

Simozi agreed to return for dinner but promised to pay for her meal.

As she left, she noticed the house had a closed door sign, but something about the surname seemed familiar. It sounded similar to a name from the Ming Country.