"So, the Kondo Dojo really does exist..." How should she put it? Shizuka Hiratsuka, a hot-blooded, chuuni female teacher, had already been talked into it by someone's grand string of impressive-sounding nonsense.
Under normal circumstances, Shizuka Hiratsuka might not have swallowed it so easily. But first, she had witnessed Hijikata slice through a mountain with a single strike, and then there was the helplessness she felt when facing Sogo Doma: "..."
No matter what, she was the invincible Iron Fist—cough, cough. Put another way, before becoming a teacher, she had been a woman with an outrageously high combat rating—no wonder she couldn't get married.
Yet both Hijikata and Doma had dealt her setbacks. Never mind Hijikata cutting through a fake mountain with one stroke; even when Sogo had "unconscious" written all over his face, he had still subdued her completely. Had all those years of martial arts training been for nothing?
It would have been one thing if Doma and Hijikata hadn't known each other. After all, she couldn't guarantee that the fighting techniques she practiced were the strongest, and losing to someone else was perfectly normal. There was always someone better.
But these two guys who had both "defeated" her came from the same dojo. Hijikata had even demonstrated right in front of her what it meant to cleave a mountain apart. As for Sogo, Shizuka Hiratsuka hadn't held much hope at first, but the guy could even control his own heart stopping. Wasn't that ancient martial arts? No, it should be called an ancient cultivation technique! Just what secrets was the Kondo Dojo hiding?
As a veteran fan of hot-blooded manga, and someone with a latent case of chuuni syndrome, Shizuka Hiratsuka's heart had burned with passion too. If reality hadn't shackled her so tightly, she probably would