Jujutsu Strolls Novels & Stories

Countless people were looking at the two elderly people. Boden handed over a few manuals he confiscated here to the students with a smile. “This is the teaching manual with the lessons you’d be learning here. “Take a look.” The students took the manuals and casually flipped through the pages. Ordinary martial arts and stances were documented on the pages. Safe to say that any Budokan in Flutwell would teach the same thing. There was nothing extraordinary about this at all. The five experts looked at the students while shaking their heads.

Sebastian smiled slightly. In the blink of an eye, he slipped under Jules and thrust his hands upward. Jules folded up and did a forward roll before crashing headfirst onto the cement floor of the arena. A loud crash echoed through the venue. His forehead had hit the ground hard, and blood splattered everywhere. "Oh damn! What kind of technique is that? He's taking himself out in the arena!" "Maybe that's the essence of karate." "Uh, yeah. You're right. He's so ruthless with himself that any opponent would be terrified."

But that was the opposite! Being alone with him wasn’t safe. Jude walked in front of me, and through the crowd with the expression of a man in an unfamiliar country who is refusing to let the unfamiliarity show. I fell in step beside him and walked until he suddenly stopped at a game stall. Rings on bottles. Jude looked at it, then looked at me. He picked up the rings with the utmost focus. “This is not a military exercise.” I point out. “I am aware.” He says flatly.

“I’m not—” He stepped closer. “You’re trembling.” He told me calmly and I looked down at my fingers to realize that he was right. “Fine,” I muttered. “No weapons.” “Good.” He lifted his hands slightly. “Just a simple drill. Footwork. No striking.” He instructed. I nodded and swallowing hard. We started slow. Forward stance. Shift. Pivot. Retreat. I moved mechanically at first, like my mind was trying to catch up with my body. “Good,” Prince Liam murmured. “Again.”

Each day, we went over a new kind of fighting: krav maga, judo, jiu-jitsu, and muay thai. I walked into the fitness studio to find lively music being pumped into the speakers, and decor I’ve never seen before. In the corner, there’s also a hammock. “Are we power-napping today or something?” I pointed to the hammock. “Just decorative.” “That’s too bad.” I was definitely picturing the two of us together in it. “Maybe afterward, if you’re good today.” I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “Or if our special guest today insists on it.”

Yahiko said flatly, “Ninjutsu and Onmyoji are both national martial arts of great Japan, especially Ninjutsu. Even westerners are mesmerized by the skills, so how can you, as a Japanese, question them?” Hiroshi answered awkwardly, “To be honest, I’ve been to Iga City, the hometown of Ninjutsu, a few times. I have seen a few Ninjutsu performances there, but I always felt that it is a bit like a combination of acrobatics and magic with little practical significance.”

I could tell he was silently judging every move, analyzing every step I’d take. “Alright,” Hadzen said, stepping back a few paces. “Let’s start with the basics. Show me what you’ve got.” I took a deep breath, centering myself, and fell into the stance Mom had taught me in our practice sessions. I focused on Hadzen, my mind honing in on his movements. He moved like a shadow, graceful and sure, his steps silent but powerful.

She had to bypass him or get rid of him as soon as possible. "Die!" Hugo Adams roared and waved his arm. Hong! The meteor hammer immediately rushed toward Jessica with the momentum of thunder and lightning. In an instant, the air around them exploded. The thunderous sound was deafening, rising and falling one after another. Jessica suddenly narrowed her eyes and took a fierce step forward. "The Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows!" This martial technique came from the Lawrence family. When she was in martial art chamber, no one paid attention to the skill because the body movements were incomplete.

Jasper comforted. "I'll try half of it first," Stella said as she looked toward the stone table in the woods. "Okay," Jasper took her hand and headed into the woods. Stella practiced push-ups while Jasper practiced martial arts. After Stella completed 30 push-ups, she sat on a chair and watched him practice. She enjoyed the moment just by watching him. When he punched out, she could see the leaves two meters away vibrating. No wonder he could defeat so many people, leaving all of them flat on the ground when he was in the United States.

“‘Mooncrest Motto: Stay Upright, Then Say Sorry.’” Jax ignored him. “Staff up,” he ordered. I raised the wooden length awkwardly. He adjusted my grip. “Not like you’re carrying firewood,” he said. “Like this is an extension of your arm. You’re not dragging it—you’re directing it.” He demonstrated a simple sequence: block, twist, tap. His movements were fluid and controlled. I tried to mimic them. My first few attempts were clumsy. My wrists wobbled. The staff dipped. “Again,” he said.