Chapter 385

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Chapter 385: The Cat is Calling, People are Changing

Yagyū Simozi found the Tennen Rishin-ryū Dojo.

With a serious mindset, she approached.

After wandering around for a while, she finally came upon the dojo in Hokkaido. Tennen Rishin-ryū was a swordsmanship style focused on practical combat. However, due to its nature, it wasn’t good at running a business, and as a result, there were fewer than ten dojos across Yingzhou. They were struggling.

The dojo accepted regular disciples only once a year and didn’t allow easy withdrawals. Disciples had to at least reach the level of paper-cutting before leaving. The tuition was quite high, but talented individuals could join for free.

These restrictions meant that the majority of the dojo’s members were swordsmanship enthusiasts who were dedicated to practical combat. They were combative, but with the samurai class long gone, their skills could only be displayed in battles.

In the afternoon, Yagyū Simozi challenged five masters from the dojo, starting with the lowest-ranked and progressing upward.

Upon entering the dojo and stating her purpose, she immediately felt a shift in the atmosphere.

Unlike other dojos, where members were often angry or disrespectful, the disciples of Tennen Rishin-ryū were disciplined. They scattered and took their seats.

The first to step forward was a regular disciple, eager to prove their worth.

Two moves later, they were defeated.

Then came an elite disciple. This opponent was a bit more challenging, with agile footwork, but Yagyū Simozi’s sword speed still proved faster. She won after five rounds.

Next was the dojo’s eldest senior disciple. It was said that he hadn’t yet received a license, but his skill was on par with the instructors of other dojos. This match stretched beyond ten rounds. Yagyū Simozi was nearly overwhelmed, but ultimately, she used the Sword Taken technique to throw her opponent off balance and seized his wooden sword, claiming victory. The other disciples watched in astonishment and respect.

The representative of Tennen Rishin-ryū was the next to face her.

Not daring to be overconfident, Yagyū Simozi fought with everything she had. She quickly became familiar with their techniques. This opponent wasn’t significantly stronger than the previous three, but their experience and preference for positioning over direct attack proved to be a challenge.

Yagyū Simozi tried using techniques from Hokusinn Itto-ryu and Mugen Shinmyō-ryū, but they didn’t succeed. Eventually, she gave up on the sword clash strategy. She swung the wooden sword out of her hand, making it spin in the air, and quickly switched it between her left and right hands. The opponent was caught off guard. She completely disrupted their positioning and achieved four consecutive victories.

“You are not just a swordsman of Tennen Rishin-ryū. The positioning earlier… it was the stance of Kagekokoro Meichiru-ryu.”

“You have great insight. I have lost. Please bring out the head instructor of the dojo,” the representative said, defeated.

After the loss, he left immediately.

The disciples presented cold water and snacks, suggesting she rest for half an hour to recover her strength.

After the break, Yagyū Simozi entered the inner room where a sword lay at her feet. She picked it up, unsheathed it—though it wasn’t sharpened. This wasn’t a life-or-death duel, but it could still cause serious injuries.

“All practitioners of Tennen Rishin-ryū are welcome,” her opponent introduced themselves.

“Descendant of the Mugen Shinmyō-ryū,” Yagyū Simozi replied. She wasn’t sure if she was considered a licensed successor, nor did she care much about titles.

They clashed. Despite the blade not being sharp, it felt just like a real sword.

Her strength surged, and with the real sword in her hand, she could feel the breath of steel as it broke through the cocoon of sword energy.

She unleashed a sword energy attack.

Expecting victory, she was taken by surprise when her opponent’s blade also emitted sword energy. The result was a draw.

Yagyū Simozi quickly recovered. No wonder they had used a real sword—this allowed for the generation of sword energy. Her skills hadn’t been sufficient to create such energy with a wooden sword. It seemed her opponent was on a similar level.

The master of Tennen Rishin-ryū admired the potential of the younger generation.

The battle continued.

Yagyū Simozi used ‘Tengu Falls’ to shatter the opponent’s ‘Heartseeker Staff,’ narrowly claiming victory and completing the challenge.

By the time they finished, it was already half-past three in the afternoon. Yagyū Simozi rested for a while, and despite her sore muscles, she left the dojo at five o’clock, feeling a sense of fulfillment.

As she walked along the same path again, her gaze fell on a house by the road. A black cat was crouched under the house number, licking its paw and basking in the sun.

Her steps instinctively slowed as she observed the cat. At that moment, she accidentally collided with a girl riding a bicycle coming from the intersection.

The girl quickly stopped her bike, and both of them exchanged a brief look. Yagyū Simozi realized the girl’s features seemed somewhat familiar.

“Sister Yagyū?”

“Who are you…?”

“I am Guan Ling,” the girl introduced herself, smiling warmly. “Long time no see, senior. How have you been?”

Guan Ling led Yagyū Simozi back to her home and fetched a set of clothes for her. The two of them were of similar height, so Yagyū Simozi could fit into the clothes.

After bathing and coming out, she realized there were no underwear in the house, so she had to forgo wearing a bra.

Meanwhile, Guan Ling told her mother, Guan Caizi, about Yagyū Simozi being Bai Wei’s sister. The kind-hearted woman became even more enthusiastic, seeing Yagyū Simozi as a benefactor. This made Simozi feel a little uncomfortable.

However, due to Guan Ling’s enthusiasm, she decided to stay overnight. After washing her clothes and confirming everything was fine with the group leader, Yagyū Simozi rested at the Guan household for the night.

They chatted until 10 o’clock at night. Mostly, it was Guan Ling talking while Yagyū Simozi listened and answered her questions. Most of Guan Ling’s questions revolved around the Yagyū family’s affairs. Yagyū Simozi didn’t reveal everything, but mentioned the shocking fact that the Sanada Group had been wiped out by the two siblings, which left Guan Ling in astonishment.

Life for the mother and daughter was relatively smooth. There were many single mothers in Hokkaido, most of whom were strong and resourceful. They had some savings, and Guan Caizi worked from home making clothes, so they had no trouble making a living. Yagyū Simozi also worked part-time outside, which was much easier than before. Even the black cat often came by for fish heads.

There were no gangsters or troublemakers in the area. The young people who trained in the dojo with wooden swords could step in anytime to drive troublemakers away, eager to gain reputation through a few encounters.

As for the “married women enthusiasts,” they were a rare find. If they existed, the spicy moms of Hokkaido would make them regret having an extra leg.

Recently, news spread about a couple who, in three months of marriage, exceeded a thousand intimate moments in a hundred days. The result? The thirty-year-old man had the body of a seventy-five-year-old and was expected to live no more than five years. It was a terrifying tale, and certainly, the plots in books couldn’t be trusted. In most cases, even winning in a one-on-one battle was reserved for the strong.

Guan Ling mentioned her plans to apply to Far East University next year and asked Yagyū Simozi for advice. However, Yagyū Simozi pretended to be asleep.

After a while, she could hear Guan Ling’s steady breathing, but she couldn’t bring herself to wake her.

With a sigh, Yagyū Simozi realized that she might be bothered by this little girl for the next few days. Then, she finally fell asleep.

As Yagyū Simozi slept, she didn’t notice anything unusual happening.

A black cat stretched beneath the red moonlight. It stood on the roof, showing its teeth before leaping onto the balcony of the second floor. It peered through the curtains at the two inside the room, its smile almost human-like.

Morning arrived.

Sunlight streamed into the room.

Yagyū Simozi opened her eyes, as usual, at the same time every day.

She threw off the covers and got out of bed, determined not to be lazy. However, as soon as she sat up, something felt… off.

It was heavy.

A weight she had never felt before pressed down on her shoulders, leaving her with an unfamiliar discomfort and fulfillment.

Confused, she searched for the source of this odd feeling. Then, she grasped hold of it tightly…

So big! So soft! So white!

She lowered her head in disbelief, staring at the outline of her body. Her gaze was filled with shock.

Has this girl finally experienced puberty… for the second time?

She was overwhelmed with joy and couldn’t wait to show the world her newfound chest. Let them envy her!

But in the next moment, she paused.

No, no, no, this was too absurd. How could flat terrain suddenly become mountainous overnight? That was impossible, right?

She doubted herself for a moment.

Then, she uncovered the blanket, sitting on the bed… Wait, a bed? She had slept on the floor yesterday. When had it moved? And why didn’t the pajamas match?

Confused, she stood up and walked to the bathroom, where the light illuminated her features.

She casually glanced up at the mirror and froze.

“！！”

She covered her face in disbelief, exclaiming, “This can’t be possible!”