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Black The Origin Chapter 7: The Cursed Attribute At the east in the Leave Capital, at the Nerom Training Field, were hundred of students are coming to learn swordsmanship on Nerom, the only King Rank Swordsman in the East. Their students fight each other. Nerom was just watching from afar with his usual seat. "HMMM.. mhMHMMM.." Humming on the bench while watching the Kids killing each other. Alkhun wonder if he was really teaching or just bribing them. The old man looks in his direction and he immediately avoided his gaze.

Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell. Dojo perched on the SatoTech campus edge, ancient timber beams scarred centuries, shoji fogged rice-mist concealing kendo clashes within. Air thick with cedar polish, sweat-salt, a faint blood-copper undercurrent. Barefoot on cool tatami, my athletic frame mirrored his lethal grace—indigo iaido hakama pooling at ankles, wooden bokken katana gripped, reverse-sheathed. Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion.

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

The guy fell to the floor, unable to get up for a while, and just glared at Cooper resentfully. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you all that I'm a Taekwondo black belt." Cooper grinned mischievously, scanning the students present. "Anyone else want to give it a shot?" All the students took a few steps back in fear, shaking their heads. With a cautionary tale before them, no one dared to step forward now. "Jade, we'll definitely tell the school when we get back that you asked Cooper to hit us," someone said angrily.

They already had black belts since a long time ago in Karate but they just kept learning other arts as well such as Jiujitsu, Taekwondo and others. As for Katherine, Lucas has already done a little background check once he noticed that she has been getting close to Diana. He wanted to make sure that she’s not someone who is out to take advantage by befriending Diana. He found out that she came from an average family who owns a small dojo. She has been exposed to martial arts since young and has been helping her father in teaching kids.When she reached High School, she became interested in Science. That time, something happened to her family and her father was forced to sell their dojo. He ha

Yara said with a little smile on her face though the situation now is really giving her the creeps. “Well, in that way, I can help." Nate said making Kenzo looks at his side with irritation on his face. "Not to make you angry, Bro. I had a black belt in taekwondo and I can atleast teach Yara the basics." Nate continues. "No!" Kenzo said making the rest smile again. "A jealous punk here, I guess." Thad said with a teasing smile. "I can teach her, though." Kenzo said. "Really, Ken?" Kairo said not believing his friend. "Shut up!" Kenzo said making Kairo laughed.

Joseph would still be able to remain at his peak. Simply put, the business would be up for the rest of his life. But he did not expect that every single chain Budokan was in trouble at that moment. How did all the students pass out inside? Joseph knew full well that his fees were not cheap. The people who came to train in the Budokans were no ordinary people. All the people came from middle-class families, at least. Those people were not a threat alone, but it would be extremely terrifying if thousands banded together.

Sasha enumerated some of their subjects: | Kenjutsu: Sword art Naginatajutsu: Naginata art Shurikenjutsu: Throwing weapon art Kukushi Bukijutsu: Hidden weapons art Taijutsu: Unarmed combat Kyushojutsu: Vital points art Taihenjutsu: Body moving art Angou: Signaling Shinobi-iri: Stealth and entering methods art Intonjutsu: Escaping and concealment art Choho: Espionage

Cai Kang thought. Even in this state, he is a sore loser. Kazuha thought. “Karasuma was one of the strongest fighters in this school.” A boxer said. “Yeah and the most idiotic.” A judo student said. “Idiotic?! I will not give up on Shiratori! No matter how many kicks I receive from someone like Cai Kang. It doesn't even hurt.” He said. The foot marks are visible on his body as he removed the bandages. “You’re delusional.” Kazuha commented.

One of the prime instigators of her interest had been the man under whose direction she would train tonight - her sensei. After chaining her bike securely to a stand, Karen pushed through the swing doors into the foyer. The centre was, as always, busy. Young, beautiful people wearing colourful leotards, shorts, legwarmers and T-shirts were chatting as they made their way to the various rooms devoted to their particular sport. Karen walked towards the lofty gym, which had been transformed into a training dojo for the evening. She nodded to several students who were already in the changing room, replacing her tracksuit with a white gi, the thick cotton unyielding against her skin, the brown be