"Wave your hand, "the Scribe said.
"Besides, I really am here to challenge them."
As he spoke, he and Tamayo walked deeper into the dojo.
"Oh right, there's something I forgot to mention."
After passing Ichiryu and the others, Scribe suddenly turned around and said.
"As disciples of the Soryu Dojo, you have passed the test."
Chapter 346 The Current Owner of the Soryu Dojo
After leaving behind this puzzling statement, the Scribe put his arm around Tamayo's waist and went inside.
Meanwhile, Ichiryu and the others present looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
Go and stop them; they've treated so many of their own people.
Although it may seem insignificant, it is something that no amount of money can buy for them.
However, allowing the two Scribe to enter would be beneath their dignity.
Moreover, the Scribe has stated that he is here to challenge the establishment.
Finally, everyone's attention focused on Ichiryu.
After a moment of silence, Ichiryu gave his answer.
"Follow him. If that man does anything outrageous, we must stop him."
"But what if that gentleman is still the same as before?"
One of the disciples looked embarrassed and offered his opinion.
"If it's the same as before, then we'll just stand back and watch the show."
After saying that, Ichiryu got up and took the lead in walking towards the depths of the dojo.
Following behind Scribe, Ichiryu and the others discovered that Scribe had indeed come to challenge the dojo.
No matter who it is, if they come up and attack, they will be sent flying with a punch or a slash.
And their fate was the same as theirs before: either they fainted or lay on the ground groaning.
But soon, they will notice changes in their bodies.
At this time, Ichiryu and others acted as commentators.
Seeing the disbelief and bewilderment on his colleagues' faces, even Ichiryu felt embarrassed.
A slight flush appeared on his dark skin, and all he could say was...
'If you've experienced it yourself and still don't believe it, then go ask that gentleman!'
After that, no one dared to question it anymore.
Because nobody wants to face the Scribe again.
If you heal your wounds and then go looking for trouble, aren't you just asking for trouble?
Before long, the Scribe had "treated" everyone at the Soryu Dojo.
Finally, he and Tamayo reached the deepest part of the dojo.
"That's our farm owner and his granddaughter."
Led by a disciple, the Scribe spotted two figures in the pavilion.
An old man and a girl of sixteen or seventeen.
"Are you the one who came to challenge us?"
After a quick glance at the Scribe, the old man had a pretty good idea of the other party's purpose.
He had heard the sounds of fighting long ago.
A little thought reveals that someone has come to challenge us.
The only thing that puzzled him was why his disciples and followers were following behind the other party.
Moreover, judging from their manner, they seemed to show them some respect.
"Could it be that he got beaten up and damaged his brain?"
A strange thought arose in the old man's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
"Yes, I'm here to challenge them, mainly to see if the Soryu Dojo is still the same as before."
"Oh?"
The old man stood up and looked at the Scribe with his aged eyes.
"Judging from what you're saying, it seems you've been to our Soryu Dojo before."
"Nature."
Touching his chin, Scribe spoke frankly.
"It was probably a few hundred years ago, which is why I wanted to come and check it out."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Upon hearing this, the old man burst into laughter.
Although he was old, you could tell from his voice that the old man still had plenty of energy and was not weak.
"It's really funny that they came to our Soryu Dojo hundreds of years ago."
The laughter gradually subsided, and a cold smile appeared on the old man's face.
Even the girl standing next to him put on a fierce look.
Judging from their posture and attire, they have clearly undergone extensive training.
The old man spoke, his voice growing colder.
"My name is Hirano, and I am the current head of the Soryu Dojo."
"I've lived this long, and this is the first time I've ever heard such a funny joke."
"So, according to you, you know our owner Keizo?"
Nodding, the Scribe added.
"I also know his daughter Koyuki, and even the next owner of the venue who is Koyuki's sweetheart."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Hirano and the girl freeze in surprise.
"How... how did you know?"
After a moment of surprise, Hirano's tone changed.
As the largest, oldest, and most famous dojo in the vicinity, the history of the Soryu Dojo is naturally studied.
Among them, Keizo, as the first owner of the farm, is certainly well-known to many people.
As Keizo's daughter, Koyuki's name is rarely mentioned.
However, as the most mysterious second owner in history, his relationship with Koyuki is not something that everyone knows.
This point is only mentioned in ancient texts that were accessible only to the past masters of the dojo.
In other words, apart from the old man Hirano, no one else at the Soryu Dojo knew anything about it.
It is unclear whether the second owner of the dojo did this intentionally, as the dojo has very few records of it.
Apart from his name, almost nothing is known about his life.
Especially the events before meeting Koyuki and Keizo were glossed over in just a few simple sentences.
Hirano clearly remembers that this is how it was recorded in the book.
"After traveling with the two, he settled down after meeting the owner of Keizo and Koyuki."
How did the man in front of me know such a secret?
For a moment, Hirano's gaze toward the Scribe was filled with a strange look.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
Noticing that something was wrong with her grandfather, the girl Asatsuru quickly gripped his hand tightly.
"It's alright, Asatsuru."
Hirano gently patted his granddaughter's hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry.
"Alright, let me speak with this gentleman alone."
"But..."
The girl wanted to say something more, but Hirano stopped her with a look.
"I understand, Grandpa."
Nodding helplessly, Asatsuru then walked to the side.
When Hirano asked to speak with him alone, Scribe naturally agreed.
"Tamayo, could you please wait for me a moment?"
"It's okay, I understand."
Releasing her grip on the Scribe's hand, Tamayo suddenly spoke.
'You must ask clearly.'
"Rest assured."
With a smile, the Scribe replied.
"I'll take care of everything."
After saying that, he and Hirano walked into the reception room.
After slamming the door shut, the people outside had no idea where the two of them were going.
At this moment, Ichiryu and the others had already stood behind Asatsuru.
"Miss, what should we do?"
"Wait."
Although she was young, it was clear that Asatsuru held considerable prestige among these people.
"If you hear any unusual noises, rush in and save my grandfather."
As she spoke, she kept glancing at Tamayo out of the corner of her eye.
"If his female companion also makes a move, then it will be resolved together."
"Yes!"
Tamayo naturally heard the conversation between Asatsuru and Ichiryu and the others clearly.
However, she didn't take it to heart at all.
I walked into the pavilion and sat down.
Inside the room, Scribe poured himself a cup of tea and sat down on the sofa.
Judging from his expression, he didn't consider himself an outsider at all.
Hirano glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and sat down opposite the Scribe. He poured himself a glass as well.
"I only have one question."
After taking a sip of tea, Hirano stared intently at Scribe and asked.
What was the name of the second owner of the farm?
Knowing full well that the other party would ask this question, the Scribe answered without hesitation.
'Hakuji'.