After this matter, life seemed to return to peace.
Ikoma and Chu Ying, the siblings, woke up early every day to go to school.
The Huizi couple stayed at home, running a small business, which was undoubtedly much better than before.
They didn't have to work too hard, nor did they have to rush around for the next day's food.
As for Lin Yu, he followed his own plan. Relying on his strength, he found a martial arts hall and worked as a swordsmanship teacher, earning a considerable salary.
Lin Yu had actually thought about working at a martial arts hall for a long time. The city would be breached in about two years, and this period would be perfect for him to focus on honing his swordsmanship at the hall.
If it hadn't been for the inconvenience of living too far away when he was in the Slums, Lin Yu would have done this much sooner.
Working at the martial arts hall not only allowed him to earn a generous salary but also to refine his swordsmanship. For Lin Yu, it was killing two birds with one stone.
After all, while teaching others, his own swordsmanship was also subtly improving.
In the early morning, after finishing his daily cultivation, Lin Yu washed up, changed into the martial arts hall's kendo uniform, meticulously tidied himself, and then headed towards the martial arts hall.
The martial arts hall was not far from the commercial street, and its business was quite good.
In this dangerous world full of Kabane, the martial arts hall industry was very popular.
Families with slightly better financial situations either sent their children to academies or to martial arts halls.
Academies, of course, went without saying, while martial arts halls offered another bright path.
That was to become a subordinate of the ruling class, a Samurai!
Although this path was very difficult, every year, many people managed to stand out among the countless individuals practicing swordsmanship and were ultimately chosen by the Fujiwara Family to become a member of the Samurai team.
Becoming a Samurai, becoming a member of the enforcement agency.
In this world, it could be said to be the highest status commoners could achieve.
The rulers of each city and fortress were often families that had inherited their positions for a long time. These families, guided by the Shogunate, firmly held power, leaving no room for outsiders to intervene.
Samurai, however, were the class most yearned for by all commoners. They had good treatment and high status, making it a completely secure and worry-free iron rice bowl.
Moreover, if you were lucky enough and lived long enough, you could become a retainer of the main family, and even your descendants would be born superior.
Although they were on the front lines when Kabane attacked, countless people still flocked to this path.
This also ensured a continuous stream of business for martial arts halls.
"Ho! Ha!"
Neatly unified training shouts continuously echoed within the martial arts hall.
Lin Yu stood at the entrance, slightly adjusting his kendo uniform. The gentle expression on his face turned serious, and his body exuded the sharp aura of a swordsman.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a gentle young man into a solemn swordsman.
Upon seeing Lin Yu enter, the previously spirited shouts in the martial arts hall immediately ceased, and everyone in the hall cast scrutinizing glances at Lin Yu.
They looked him up and down, dressed in the uniform representing a teacher.
Yesterday, after Lin Yu challenged the hall and defeated the original swordsmanship teacher, the hall master had already informed everyone that a new swordsmanship teacher would come tomorrow to guide their future studies.
However, no one had expected that the person who came today would be a young man who didn't even look like an adult, to be their teacher.
"Did they make a mistake?"
"This is just a kid; how can he be our teacher?"
"Exactly! What is the hall master thinking? We paid money!"
“Hey, kid, you’ve come to the wrong place. This isn’t somewhere for you to play around.”
“This is truly absurd…”
Lin Yu watched the dozens of people before him discuss with indifference, naturally aware of the situation.
No matter how high his sword skills were, his age was still a factor, and judging by his appearance alone, it was difficult to gain their respect.
Seeing the scoffing expressions on everyone’s faces, Lin Yu’s lips curled slightly. He unhurriedly drew the wooden sword from his waist, its tip pointing distantly at the group of students, and said with a light chuckle,
“Come, let me see what you’re truly capable of.”
Gaining respect, there was no need for such trouble. For Lin Yu, it was quicker to let actions speak louder than words.
If they didn't submit, he would beat them until they did.
“This brat is too arrogant!”
“He’s truly conceited, I’m going to teach him a good lesson!”
After all, the path of a samurai doesn't have very strict age limits.
With that, a man in his thirties stepped out from the crowd.
His robust and tall physique formed a stark contrast with Lin Yu’s slightly shorter stature.
“You brat, today I’ll teach you a good lesson about how words can bring trouble…”
Seeing the man step out, many in the crowd cheered, their expressions filled with schadenfreude as they looked at Lin Yu.
This man had been training in the dojo for a long time; he could be said to be the most senior. Last year, when the Fujiwara Family was recruiting samurai, he was only a hair's breadth away from becoming one.
“Hey, kid, you’ve come to the wrong place. This isn’t somewhere for you to play around.”
“This is truly absurd…”
Lin Yu watched the dozens of people before him discuss with indifference, naturally aware of the situation.
No matter how high his sword skills were, his age was still a factor, and judging by his appearance alone, it was difficult to gain their respect.
Seeing the scoffing expressions on everyone’s faces, Lin Yu’s lips curled slightly. He unhurriedly drew the wooden sword from his waist, its tip pointing distantly at the group of students, and said with a light chuckle,
“Come, let me see what you’re truly capable of.”
Gaining respect, there was no need for such trouble. For Lin Yu, it was quicker to let actions speak louder than words.
If they didn't submit, he would beat them until they did.
“This brat is too arrogant!”
“He’s truly conceited, I’m going to teach him a good lesson!”
Don't assume that a martial arts dojo only has young teenagers; there are also quite a few people in their twenties and thirties.
After all, the path of a samurai doesn't have very strict age limits.
With that, a man in his thirties stepped out from the crowd.
His robust and tall physique formed a stark contrast with Lin Yu’s slightly shorter stature.
“You brat, today I’ll teach you a good lesson about how words can bring trouble…”
Seeing the man step out, many in the crowd cheered, their expressions filled with schadenfreude as they looked at Lin Yu.
This man had been training in the dojo for a long time; he could be said to be the most senior. Last year, when the Fujiwara Family was recruiting samurai, he was only a hair's breadth away from becoming one.