Chapter 170: Yamamoto Kenji
Inside his house, Noah glanced at the time on his phone and felt his stomach drop.
"Shit! I’m going to miss the dojo session, Master Tanaka is going to kill me!" he muttered in a hurry, frantically packing his gym bag with training clothes and some necessities.
Noah had returned home as Lola’s shift began, feeling somewhat tired from everything that had happened—the underground conspiracy, public trial, noble investiture, and body tempering training had made for an exhausting day.
But missing his scheduled session with Master Tanaka wasn’t an option. The old swordmaster valued punctuality almost as much as technique, and Noah had no desire to face disappointed lectures about commitment and discipline.
Noah grabbed his keys and sprinted to his GTR, the engine roaring to life as he reversed out of his driveway with perhaps more speed than necessary.
He zoomed through the highway, weaving between slower traffic with the enhanced reflexes his agility allowed for. The sports car’s performance capabilities matched his urgency perfectly as he raced against time.
Of course, his actions were completely safe. He didn’t put anyone’s life at risk.
To his immense relief, he arrived at Musashi’s dojo with minutes to spare, sliding into the parking lot just as other students were beginning their evening routines.
Warm-Up and Preparation
Noah entered the familiar wooden building, taking his shoes off respectfully before moving to the equipment area to retrieve his practice sword.
He began with basic warm-ups that had become second nature over the weeks of his training. Quick strikes cut through the air, and each movement was designed to activate muscle memory and prepare his body for the upcoming intensive work.
Swish! Swish! Swish!