I teach judo in Tokyo.

"What do you mean by philandering? Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation!" Sosuke warned, his tone fierce but his heart pounding, before slinking off to the car.

Then, he rolled down the car window and looked at the kendo girl, instructing her, "Motoko, remember to practice the sword techniques I taught you diligently. If you're free tomorrow morning, come over and let me see your progress."

“Okay!” When Motoko heard that Sosuke was concerned about her progress in swordsmanship, she immediately nodded in agreement, a confident smile appearing on her lips.

After Sosuke set off today, she practiced diligently with great enthusiasm for a long time, and now she considers herself to have gained some initial insight.

She was looking forward to showing it to Sosuke tomorrow, and seeing the surprised look on that frivolous teacher's face.

"What!?" Yae Meixuan suddenly exploded, grabbing the kendo girl and glaring angrily at Sousuke in the car. "You bastard, what kind of weird sword techniques did you teach my disciple while I was away?"

Sosuke shrank into the car and made a face at his beautiful master: "What kind of nonsense sword technique is this? It's clearly an invincible super sword technique, much better than your half-baked Mugae-ryu."

"You're talking nonsense!" Yae Meixuan cursed angrily, then pulled Suzi back.

As they walked, she said angrily, "Suko, you can't just keep learning that bastard's moves and not mine. Let's go to the training ground right now, and I'll teach you my ultimate move, 'Jue Zou,' which is definitely no worse than his fake sword techniques..."

Sousuke chuckled from behind and said provocatively, "Motoko, remember to come early tomorrow morning~"

Yae Meixuan gave Sousuke the middle finger and then pulled Gofuku Suzuko along, taking a few quicker steps.

The two walked further and further apart amidst Suzuko's helpless expression, who kept turning back every few steps.

......

On the same night, also in Tokyo.

Inside a hidden temporary base.

Several people sat in different corners of the room.

In the middle of the house, on the ground, was an open metal box.

If Sosuke and his friends were here, they would immediately recognize this as the safe they seized from the Red Serpent Group today.

"Just today, we lost swordsman Jaeger, mercenary Ham, assassin Bashir, and Kaneda, who had just been recruited into the organization. The Red Serpent Group was also breached by the Countermeasures Bureau... The losses are so heavy that they have forced us to make significant adjustments to our plans."

In the center of the room, a middle-aged man with a gloomy look in his eyes calmly continued, "I just joined the organization, and this is the first mission I've taken on that has ended in failure. To be honest, I'm very unwilling to accept it."

On the other side were two glamorous women with stunning figures, sitting together on a sofa. One of them smiled and said, "Lord Snake Fang, there's no need to be so depressed. The organization's missions are all very difficult, and occasional setbacks are normal."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Alright, then let's remember this grudge for now. By the way..."

"Mibu's blood? Did you manage to get it?"

***

Chapter 221 Madmen and New Techniques

(All plots and background settings in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental.)

"The blood of Mibu has been obtained."

The two beauties seemed to have no respect for Snake Fang Jiuxin, this top-level expert.

Both of them were dressed like office ladies; one was a fair-skinned, blonde, blue-eyed white woman, and the other was a South American mixed-race woman with tanned skin and short brown hair.

The short-haired woman with wheat-colored skin was rather silent, and it was mainly another blonde beauty who answered the questions. She gave an intellectual smile and tapped the white metal box next to her: "Lord Snake Fang, if you are worried that you cannot guard this thing, why don't you let me and Weiss take it away?"

Snake Fang Jiuxin glanced at the blonde beauty indifferently: "Mature, I am loyal to the organization, not your boss... If Lord Luca wants this thing, let him ask the organization for it himself. In short, don't make things difficult for me."

The blonde beauty chuckled, then leaned against her companion and said lightly, "Lord Snake Fang is quite sensitive. Weiss and I are just here to help. If you don't want to, that's fine."

Snake Fang Jiuxin glanced at it but didn't say anything more.

He knew very well that although the forces to which the two beauties on the side belonged had a deep cooperative relationship with the Serpent of the Ring, and would even be at the Serpent of the Ring's command when necessary, they were essentially two separate groups.

The reason they were sent to Japan this time is twofold: firstly, it's a small gesture of goodwill from that faction towards the Serpent of the World; secondly, they certainly have their own motives.

They claimed it was to help him complete the organization's plan, but in reality, they wanted to get what they wanted from this operation.

"What exactly is the blood of Mibu?" he asked tentatively, squinting his eyes.

But I didn't actually expect the other party to be able to answer my questions.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually told him some things with a smile.

Mai Zhuo brushed aside a stray fringe from her forehead and said with a smile, "The so-called 'Mibu blood,' as the name suggests, is the blood of the Mibu clan~"

“The Mibu clan…” Jabi Hisanobu frowned in thought; he seemed to have heard of this term before.

Then he realized: "Isn't this just a legend? A mysterious clan that existed in ancient times, living deep in the Aokigahara Plain, wielding divine power, and being the true masters of ancient Japan... These are all fabricated myths and legends, right?"

“Most of it is made up~ But so-called fabrications are often accompanied by ‘prototypes’.” Mature played with her hair and said casually, “In the long process of human evolution, the lineage that defeated other races and eventually multiplied to become the dominant species on the planet is called—Homo sapiens.”

She said slowly, "Relying on the intelligence that evolved from the development of the brain, Homo sapiens had the concept of using tools and living in cooperative groups very early on, which gave them a huge advantage in the competition for survival, and thus they were able to snowball and quickly become the most powerful human species."

"However, in the process of Homo sapiens developing and unifying the world, many of their 'kin' were actually defeated, such as the strong Neanderthals."

Mai Zhuo suddenly looked at Snake Fang Jiuxin: "Lord Snake Fang, have you heard of the 'uncanny valley' effect?"

Snake Fang Hishin nodded: "You mean that humans feel extra fear and dread towards things that are very similar to humans but are not human, right?"

Madge snapped her fingers: "Bingo! Absolutely right."

She continued with a smile, "One theory is that humans have this emotion because of a deep-seated fear of their own kind that has been passed down from ancient times."

Over tens of thousands of years of evolution, our ancestors encountered many other 'human branches'.

Although Homo sapiens ultimately emerged victorious, in the bloody struggle for territory and resources, they were attacked countless times by their own kind—those highly similar yet cruel and bloodthirsty "compatriots." Most Homo sapiens who were insensitive and fearless towards their "compatriots" were eliminated, while those born with a fear of their "compatriots" survived, carrying this genetic predisposition.

Macho continued, "Some people believe that the cause of this fear is the Neanderthals, while others believe that although Neanderthals were stronger than Homo sapiens, they were not strong enough to eliminate this gene from Homo sapiens."

"And organizations including Jormungandr and 'us' have reached another conclusion after conducting research—"

She kept everyone in suspense, looking at Snake Fang Jiuxin with a smile.

Hisanosuke remained silent, but he felt he already knew the answer. After a moment's thought, he asked hesitantly, "The Mibu clan? The race that caused Homo sapiens' fear?"

Mai Zhu shook her finger: "To be precise, the Mibu clan is just a unique branch of that race in Japan."

"The human species that has evolved alongside Homo sapiens to this day, and that has shaped the fearful nature of Homo sapiens, is what we call the Madman Species, or simply the Madman Species."

“A mad race…” Snake Fang Hishin muttered with a frown.

Mai Zhuo's smile was enigmatic: "More intelligent, with physical functions several times stronger than Homo sapiens, and extremely long-lived, they are almost a perfect human species..."

“How could such a person exist... If they did, it's impossible for Homo sapiens to dominate the modern world.” Snake Fang Jiuxin directly pointed out the logical flaw in the statement.

“Indeed, Lord Serpent Fang reacted quickly.” Mature smiled faintly, “While the Berserkers are practically perfect, they have one fatal weakness…”

"They have a hard time reproducing."

Snake Fang immediately understood—the speed of reproduction is also a key factor in the continuation and development of a race.

He pointed to the box: "So, the blood of Mibu is the blood of the 'Mad Seed.' The organization and you all want it. What do you plan to use it for?"

Mature nestled back into Vice's arms, smiling as she said, "Isn't it obvious? Intelligence, strength, longevity... what human wouldn't want to possess such traits?"

She looked at Snake Fang Hishin indifferently, her smile mocking: "Whether you're a strong person or an ordinary person, isn't there anyone who wants to become as powerful as a 'Mad Seed'?"

"Wouldn't the wealthy and powerful want to live longer?"

"These secrets are contained within the blood of the madmen~"

Snake Fang Jiuxin's breathing became rapid.

***

By the time Sousuke returned to his dojo, it was already past 8 p.m.

Upon entering the dojo, one sees the widow diligently practicing.

On a warm, breezy evening, Kuno Maruko, dressed in a short-sleeved sports shirt and hot pants, was doing physical training in the dojo's courtyard.

Fine beads of fragrant sweat flowed down her fair, glossy skin, making one's eyes water with desire.

As soon as Sosuke entered the gate, the widow saw him and greeted him with great joy: "Sosuke-kun, you're back!"

Atobe Sousuke smiled and nodded: "Kuno-nee, how long have you been practicing?"

The widow said apologetically, "I had dinner with Xiaokui around 6 o'clock, so I've been practicing for more than an hour now."

"You brought Aoi back today?" Sosuke was taken aback.

Kuno Maruko nodded gently: "I didn't pick her up. It was Wufang who arranged for Aoi to be brought back at noon."

"I see..." Sosuke understood.

Wufang Suzi probably felt that the Wufang family was not safe at the moment, so she immediately arranged for Xiaokui to be sent away after she left.

Judging from the fact that Shingo was murdered to silence him, Motoko's considerations were clearly correct.

"What about Aoi?" Sosuke stepped forward and put his arm around the widow's waist, feeling the heat rising from her body.

"Sousuke, I... I'm all sweaty..." The widow gave him a light, embarrassed push, but when he couldn't budge him, she shyly accepted it.

So she calmed herself down and said softly, "Xiao Kui is in her room catching up on her drawing homework. She's been having so much fun at Wu Fang's house these past few days that she hasn't done any homework."

Kindergarten doesn't have any formal homework, but there will be some after-school tasks such as crafts or drawing.

Kuno Maruko seemed quite excited about Sosuke's arrival. After cuddling with Sosuke for a moment, she immediately took his hand to show him the results of her research for the day.

That's right. After Sosuke set off for the Gofuku family today, she didn't sit idle. Instead, she actually went to investigate several dojos.

Furthermore, based on the experience gained from the investigation, they customized many essential materials and equipment for the operation of the dojo.

With the widow's prompting, Sousuke immediately noticed some subtle changes at the dojo.

For example, a small blackboard was set up at the entrance, on which the self-defense techniques that Sosuke could teach were written in chalk, along with the associated tuition fees.

The widow meticulously categorized the fees, offering unit prices based on the number of lessons taught, monthly fees, and even trial prices to attract customers.

Then a large wooden board was nailed to the wall next to it, and small wooden plaques were neatly hung on the board. Sosuke noticed that several of the plaques at the front had names written on them with a brush.

Maruko Kuno, Saki Yotsuba, Yumi Mifune, Motoko Gokata.

"This is the attendance board. Disciples who train at our dojo will all have their own wooden plaques from now on," Kuno Maruko explained somewhat nervously.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sosuke nod with a smile.

"And here too, Sousuke-kun, come and take a look." The widow continued to pull Sousuke into the training ground.

A weapon rack for bamboo swords, a hat rack for judo uniforms and kendo protective gear, ropes hanging from the beams for climbing exercises to strengthen arms, and several wooden stakes and dummy stands in the corner of the training ground...

Now, the White Night Dojo truly resembles a proper dojo.

Sosuke turned to her and asked seriously, "Kuno-nee, these material purchases must have cost a lot of money. There probably isn't much of your salary left after you resigned."

These rarely used sporting goods, although they don't have particularly high technical content, are priced very high because of their low sales volume.

The widow lowered her head shyly, and stammered, "I've seen other dojos or clubs have these, and I think our White Night Dojo should have them too..."

She really used up all her savings.

Sosuke took a breath and gently touched the widow's cheek.

This woman had subconsciously come to regard herself as a member of the dojo.

He laughed and looked at the widow's protective spell level.

[Existing self-defense techniques: Judo - Throwing techniques 3, Parrying techniques 1, Ground techniques 5]

Well, it seems the widow hasn't slacked off in her training during the days he's been competing; her throwing technique has improved from 2 to 3.

If the widow's throwing technique is improved by one level, it means that she can meet the system's requirements and serve as the instructor of the dojo.

Sosuke smiled and said, "Come on, Kuno-nee, lie down on the tatami mat, I'll give you a massage to help you recover from your fatigue."

"Huh? Now?" Kuno Maruko blushed, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Aoi isn't asleep yet, she'll hear us..."

"What are you thinking...?" Sousuke was both annoyed and amused. "Does Kuno-nee think all I do is 'that'?"

Kuno Maruko paused for a moment, then said, "Huh? No... isn't that right?"

Sousuke:......

He sighed, "Okay, but this time it really isn't. I've learned a massage technique that's very effective for relieving fatigue and injuries. Kuno-nee will know once you try it."

Kuno Maruko blushed slightly and obediently listened to Sousuke and ran to a corner of the training ground to lie down.

Sosuke squatted down next to her, rubbed his hands together, and was about to start the machine.

Suddenly, the widow blushed and asked, "Do you want me to take a shower and take off my clothes?"

Nima!