I teach judo in Tokyo.

Wu Fang Suzi was taken aback: "A bet?"

“Yeah, stakes.” Sosuke casually shrugged. “Since we’re going to have a competition, adding some stakes will make it more exciting, right?”

Motoko looked at the boy in front of her with a strange expression.

She never expected that after she revealed her champion status, the man in front of her would not only not be afraid at all, but would also want to add a prize to the competition that was originally free.

What makes him so confident?

Based on his judo skills?

It's not that she looks down on judo. Although the essence of martial arts is the same, there is still an insurmountable gap between unarmed and weapon techniques.

The man in front of me is indeed extremely skilled in judo, but precisely because he possesses such a high level of judo skill, it is even less likely that he also has superb kendo skills.

After all, humans are not gods, and their energy is limited.

Thinking of this, Wufang Suzi took a deep breath: "What do you want to bet on?"

Yumi Mifune, standing next to her, stared wide-eyed at the scene before her, feeling that it looked somewhat familiar.

The next second, Sosuke's answer made her realize why it seemed so familiar.

"It's simple. I won. All five fellow students will come to my dojo to cultivate and become my disciples. How about it?"

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Yumi Mifune slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "Sousuke! Are you out of your mind? Why do you keep wanting to take others on as disciples?!"

"It should be called Teacher's College!" Zongjie flicked the class monitor on the forehead.

Yumi Mifune covered her forehead with tears in her eyes: "Teacher's College..."

/ (ㄒ o ㄒ) / ~~

Motoko Itsuka was about to refuse Sousuke's outrageous request on the spot, but then she witnessed him "bullying" the cute Yumi Mifune.

The kendo girl's eyes immediately sharpened.

This bastard who bullies girls!

Not only frivolous, but also violent!

It seems he even coerced Mifune into becoming his disciple!

“I agree,” Sotoko replied.

Immediately afterwards, she picked up the bamboo sword pouch, held it upright without any mercy, and pointed the tip of the sword at Sosuke's chin!

Then, in her clear, spring-like voice, she said coldly, "If you win, I will become your disciple and follow you in cultivation... If you lose..."

She stared intently into Sousuke's eyes, as if trying to convey murderous intent: "If you lose, you must set Mifune free and are not allowed to force her to become your disciple again!"

Mifune-kun, I will definitely save you!

(▼へ▼╬)

"Huh?" Yumi Mifune looked completely bewildered.

"Actually... sob sob..."

Immediately afterward, she opened her mouth slightly, about to explain, but Atobe Sousuke covered her mouth to stop her from speaking.

While holding down the struggling Mifune Yumi, Sousuke looked at the kendo girl who was about to explode with a provocative gaze.

"A word is settled!"

"A word is settled!"

After agreeing, Wu Fang Suzi turned around and led her team members, who were enjoying the spectacle, away from the audience.

Sosuke finally let go of the class monitor who was almost suffocating.

"Sousuke! What are you doing?!" Yumi Mifune gasped for breath. "You almost suffocated me!"

Sosuke gently patted her back to help her catch her breath: "I'm sorry, Yumi, I was just afraid you'd give it away..."

He should have kept quiet, because once he did, Mifune Yumi couldn't help but punch him: "Why didn't you let me tell the truth? This has caused a lot of misunderstanding between you and her."

Atobe Sousuke: "Of course, it's to take her as my disciple!"

Yumi Mifune felt inexplicably annoyed: "You already have Yotsuba and me, why are you taking on disciples? Can you handle teaching them all?"

Sosuke glanced at her sideways and said irritably, "Of course it's to collect tuition fees. Not only did I not make any money by taking you as a disciple, I actually lost some. I have to find other disciples to subsidize it."

"Uh......"

Mifune Yumi was speechless.

That's a really good reason!

Chapter 57 Doppelganger

With a simple "tuition fee is charged," Mifune Yumi was easily fooled.

Sosuke successfully persuaded the class monitor to cooperate with him in temporarily putting on an act.

However, Yumi Mifune immediately raised a new question: "Master, the biggest problem now is—do you really know kendo? As Wufang just mentioned, she was the previous national kendo champion."

Sousuke smiled mysteriously and ruffled her braids: "It's just kendo... but you'll be very strong when you teach me!"

Yumi Mifune looked at him with suspicion, clearly expressing her distrust.

But she dared not say it, for fear of being hit on the head!

In the end, she still got a head injury.

"I didn't say anything, why did you flick me again!" The class monitor clutched his forehead, on the verge of tears.

"Yumi-chan, distrust of the teacher will be punished." Sousuke blew on his middle finger, which had just launched an attack, like a cowboy blowing on his revolver that had just fired a bullet.

"As punishment, you'll have to continue massaging me tonight, from the front as well."

"Hey~ Why did you suddenly say that! Shameless!" Yumi Mifune blushed instantly, jumped to the other side, and didn't want to talk to Sousuke anymore.

Sosuke chuckled, not bothering to coax her, but instead turned to look at the arena.

The preliminary rounds of the Kendo tournament have already begun in full swing.

The girl kendo prodigy who claims to be the individual champion and leads the women's kendo team doesn't seem to be a seeded team; they are still waiting in the waiting area for the brutal elimination rounds.

Sosuke had anticipated this. He had just seen Motoko Itaka's teammates and found that their strengths varied greatly. Even with her as an ace general, if they were unlucky enough to encounter a team with a strong average strength, even if Motoko Itaka managed to win two games, she wouldn't be able to secure a 100% victory.

So it's true that Hefeng High School has a rather peculiar luck.

First, the judo team, led by top-level judo player Iga, failed to qualify for the national championships.

Furthermore, the women's kendo club, led by champion-level captain Motoko Itō, has had mediocre results.

We only produce talented commanders, but no talented generals?

I wonder whether the management of Hefeng should be happy or upset.

While casually watching the heated match on the sidelines, Sousuke was lost in thought.

Then I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, so I took it out and opened it to check.

The tremor just now was just one of the latest ones to arrive.

In fact, he already had several unread messages on his phone.

So he simply started reading from the beginning.

Kuno-nee: Sousuke-kun, the match should have already started, right? I can't really help you much, I can only wish you good luck in your match.

Kuno-nee: Also, I've been doing my daily training as you instructed these past two days, and I've also been taking good care of the dojo's housekeeping duties...

That's all.

It looks like a very ordinary greeting or work report text message.

However, Sosuke keenly sensed the unease, and also—longing—of the deceased woman between the lines of her words.

So he simply picked up his phone and typed in a message.

Atobe Sousuke: Kuno-nee, there are a few important things you haven't reported yet.

Kuno immediately replied to the message: Sosuke-kun, is there anything I've done wrong?

Atobe Sousuke: First, you didn't report whether you missed me; second, you didn't ask if I missed you.

Inside a convenience store in Hongo-cho, Bunkyo Ward.

Kuno Maruko couldn't help but secretly take out her phone to look, and then her whole face turned bright red.

I almost dropped my phone.

The store manager, Ueda, noticed her unusual behavior and asked curiously, "Kuno, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Kuno Maruko quickly put her phone away and replied with her head down, "Ueda-nee... I'm fine..."

Store manager Ueda gave her a meaningful look: "Kuno, you're all alone in Tokyo, so you need to protect yourself. Don't give your heart away too easily, or you'll seem cheap..."

Kuno Maruko lowered her head and didn't dare to answer.

She not only gave her heart, but also her hands and a pair of magical artifacts to help Sosuke overcome his inner demons... It probably won't be long before she gives up her whole body.

......

Seeing that the widow didn't reply for a while, Sosuke guessed that she was shy.

So he looked at the other person's information first.

It's obvious that the only people who would still send him messages, besides his widow, are his old classmate.

Yotsuba Saki: Sousuke-kun, you must have won easily, right?

Yotsuba Saki: Sosuke-kun, I've been staying home obediently, and I've been practicing the parrying techniques I learned before. I feel like I'm improving very quickly.

Yotsuba Saki: Sousuke-kun... have you finished your match?

This little classmate...

Sosuke rested his chin on his hand, smiled, and quickly replied to several messages.

Sousuke: Saki, I've already played through one round of the preliminaries. My opponent was weak, and I won easily.

Sosuke: You're very obedient, so practice diligently. When we meet on Monday, I'll check how well you've learned your self-defense techniques.

Sosuke: By the way, next time you miss me, just honestly tell me 'Sosuke, I miss you,' or I'll get upset.

After sending a few text messages, Atobe Sousuke looked at the contents of his phone.

Wow, that feeling of complete ease...

Even I feel like I'm a scumbag who's cheating on multiple women.

Hopefully, I won't encounter a fate ending with a hatchet in the future!

Protective system, for my safety, you'd better be reliable!

Give them more overpowered skills in the future!

***

In a luxurious villa in the heart of Tokyo.

Yotsuba Saki, dressed in a judo uniform, was sweating profusely alone in a martial arts room that was as big as Atobe Sousuke's dojo.

Punching, kicking, blocking...

Every move and stance was quite standard, and even the strength was significantly improved compared to when he was learning from Sosuke a couple of days ago.

Her expression was serious, and she was focused on improving the self-defense techniques that Sosuke had taught her.

Perhaps, if I can do better, Sousuke's attention will be drawn to me more...

Every time she thought of this, her weary body seemed to be revitalized, supporting her to keep going.

"Ding dong!"

When Yotsuba Saki, who was practicing diligently, heard the phone ring, she immediately stopped what she was doing and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

That was the ringtone she had specially set for Sosuke.

She adjusted her glasses, quickly walked to the wall, picked up her phone, and read Sosuke's reply to her in one glance.