Although Chika had no grudge against the middle-aged man who taught others swordsmanship, their swordsmanship philosophies were very different, which made Chika very unhappy.
Chika does not consider herself a great saint; all her actions are driven by her true feelings. This is one of the reasons why she cannot reach the "Transparent World" but instead reaches the opposite realm.
In conclusion: Sorry, although we're not close, I'm really annoyed right now, so I want to fry some fish.
Chika held the training wooden sword supplied by the sword hall. After casually weighing it in her hands, she realized that its quality was far inferior to the wooden swords of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. Even without the aid of breathing techniques, it probably wouldn't withstand more than a few forceful swings from her.
The middle-aged man opposite her, upon hearing that Qianxia was going to challenge the dojo, chuckled and shrugged, saying, "Miss, are you serious?"
"I'm serious, really serious."
"Alright then, but let me make it clear beforehand, I'm not going to hold back." The middle-aged man snorted confidently, accepting Qianxia's challenge with his wooden sword in hand.
He only accepted Chinatsu's challenge, but he still didn't take Chinatsu seriously.
The apprentices in the training room made way for the two, except for one person who was beckoned over by the middle-aged man to act as a human countdown.
The apprentice, who had been forcibly summoned, trembled. He stiffly raised one arm and stammered as he began the countdown from three.
"Three, two, one, start..."
No sooner had the apprentice finished speaking than the middle-aged man gripped his wooden sword and charged toward Qianxia.
Showing pity and tenderness to a beautiful woman?
Victory is absolute!
The middle-aged man swiftly swung his sword from behind Qianxia. Just when the middle-aged man thought he had easily won the victory, the wooden sword he swung stopped in mid-air.
Qianxia blocked the man's wooden sword at a very tricky angle. The man's arm holding the wooden sword trembled slightly because he had tried his best but still could not shake Qianxia's wooden sword.
"A woman with superhuman strength?!"
The man instantly realized something was wrong. He put away his wooden sword and charged up to slash vertically again, but Qianxia seemed to have a premonition and took a step back, easily dodging his attack.
Under this pattern, the man launched dozens of slashes in succession, but Chika easily dodged them all.
It's not that the opponent's swordsmanship was bad, but it would be strange if the opponent could launch an effective attack against a swordsman like Chika who had experienced life-or-death moments.
The surrounding apprentices stared in disbelief as they watched their once arrogant and domineering teacher make such a fool of himself.
The middle-aged man who was attacking Chika at that moment was equally incredulous.
Why? Why? Why?
Why did none of my attacks hit? Who exactly is this woman? My attacks were dodged as if they were predicted...
The man's pupils trembled slightly, and as he questioned himself, his already easily predictable attack path became even more blatant.
With a clang, Qianxia blocked the man's wooden sword strike, then struck him in the abdomen, causing him to clutch his stomach and stagger backward.
"Admit defeat, you are no match for me."
With such a disparity, this didn't even fall into the category of "bullying noobs" or "smurfing." Chika felt like she was playing with a child, and after a few rounds, her displeasure with the opponent had mostly subsided.
As the man listened to Chika's persuasion to surrender, his pupils trembled as he recalled his past.
As a child, he, like the other apprentices present, admired the swordsmen and warriors in novels, and subsequently abandoned everything to devote himself to swordsmanship.
He had envisioned honing his swordsmanship to become a renowned wandering swordsman, but reality dealt him a heavy blow.
Until one well-known fencing school arrogantly announced that anyone could challenge them, and that a successful challenge would earn them a considerable sum of money.
He chose to challenge the dojo and actually succeeded. He not only received a considerable sum of money but also gained the intense gazes of countless people around him. At that moment, his belief in the way of the sword changed.
From then on, he began his career of challenging other schools, proving his worth by challenging and defeating his opponents, even if it meant resorting to any means necessary during the battle!
At this moment, he was holding his stomach with one hand and a wooden knife in the other. He was panting heavily with his head down when he slowly raised his head and opened his mouth.
"You're very strong..."
"Yes, I'm strong, I know that."
"But I won't lose!!!"
The man gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his wooden sword, making a preparatory motion to throw it at Chika. However, when he tried to lock onto Chika's position with his trembling eyes, he lost sight of his target.
Where? Where did they go!
As the man was thinking this, the group of apprentices who were watching from the sidelines had already noticed Chika, as the saying goes, "the bystander sees more of the game."
Qianxia stood behind the man, the wooden sword in her hand broken into only the hilt.
"Sun and Moon Flow, Second Form, Sun and Moon Shining Again".
The man's upper clothes were torn to shreds on the spot, and red marks left by the wooden knife strikes appeared on his body.
The man's pupils turned white, and his body involuntarily collapsed to the ground with a "thud!" as he lost consciousness.
Chika quietly turned her head and glanced at the man. As someone who applied "rogue tactics" to fighting demons, how could she not see what the man was trying to do?
However, Chika stated that there are differences even among thugs. She would not use thuggish tactics on respectable people, much less use such underhanded tricks on someone she had only met once and who was merely an opponent.
"You should calm down."
Qianxia looked at the man lying on the ground, who was almost unconscious, and said something. Then she turned to look at the many apprentices in the training room. Looking at the bruises on some of the apprentices' bodies, Qianxia shook her head.
"You bunch of kids really treat 'spare the rod and spoil the child' like a sacred decree! What are you still doing here with a teacher like this? Go home, find your mothers, and then try to organize some manpower to refund the tuition fees. If you want to learn swordsmanship... there are more than just this one sword school in the world."
Chika sighed helplessly, one hand on her hip. Back when she was still diligently training in swordsmanship under Urokodaki-sensei, although Urokodaki-sensei was also ruthless, he was responsible. If a bone was broken, he would not only provide bone setting and repositioning but also provide a quick medicinal bath for treatment... and then break it again.
After Qianxia finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the sword hall. In the end, she was not a saint, and she couldn't just hold their hands and let them go home. She had vented her anger and it was time to leave.
She thought the matter was over and done with, but the next morning, all the kids ran to her door, some even with their parents.
"Sister...Teacher! We want to learn swordsmanship!"
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