Want to Become My Disciple? First, Take Slaps for an Hour!

At Rota's words, Miyamoto Ichiro noticed the issue he had overlooked. The Old Heavenly Master might not even accept him as a disciple!

Seeing Miyamoto Ichiro lower his head, Rota said unhurriedly, "If you truly wish to train under me, it is not impossible. You only need to last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn in my hands... Can you do that?"

Hearing that he still had a chance, Miyamoto Ichiro agreed without a second thought. He had not even clearly heard what the requirement was.

"You really are impatient. I should offer you some advice on that. To become my disciple, the first thing you must cultivate is your temperament. Such recklessness is not what I wish to see."

Miyamoto Ichiro hurriedly reined in his excitement and stared solemnly at Rota, like an exemplary student sitting in the front row during class—aside from certain exceptions.

"Since you have made up your mind, come with this old man." Rota flicked his sleeve, signaling Miyamoto Ichiro to follow him.

Naturally, Miyamoto Ichiro did not hesitate. He followed closely behind Rota as they left the Tougen Family estate. This was not a suitable place for a spar; they needed somewhere more open.

"This will do. The surroundings are nice, and it is spacious enough." Rota swept his gaze over the scenery and spoke calmly.

"I am fine with anything!" Miyamoto Ichiro had no objections either.

"The time limit is one incense stick. As long as you can keep your mind conscious, I will accept you as my disciple!"

Miyamoto Ichiro did not feel slighted in the least, nor did Rota's apparent contempt stir any dissatisfaction in him. He knew the Old Heavenly Master was countless times stronger than him, so it was only natural for him to say