NOVEL WEB Chapter 15: Kotonoha’s Apprenticeship Ceremony!
The next three days were rather uneventful.
Enzo's daily task was to deal with the construction companies and ensure that they carried out construction according to his specific requirements. The newly recruited construction companies were clearly perplexed.
Why was Master Busujima suddenly insisting on surrounding the entire mountain with concrete walls?
This seemed utterly unreasonable!
After all, wasn’t the plan to build a tourist memorial park here?
Logically, a barbed wire fence should suffice, right?
However, Enzo dismissed their doubts and refused to explain his reasoning.
These days, it only costs a few more dollars to build a concrete wall, and since barbed wire fences were completely useless against dense zombies, why not simply make walls?
So, let alone the walls, Enzo even ordered the excavation of a moat just outside the concrete walls, more than four meters wide and five meters deep.
Anyway, because Oda Town was close to the sea, the moat would fill up quickly after excavation.
The water would serve as an additional layer of protection against zombies.
Though the construction companies found his requests perplexing, the lure of money ensured their compliance.
First of all, Master Busujima was a well-known figure in Oda Town. What such a big boss wanted to do, the people below dare not ask.
Secondly, it was the local mayor who had sanctioned the work, so there were not even any legal issues.
Moreover, in the current era, even if Master Busujima's Memorial Park was a bit weird, no one would take it seriously.
Surely, he wasn't planning to seize the mountain and declare himself king, right?
People joke about such topics, and the renovation work on Henggou Mountain was in full swing.
In peacetime, if you were willing to spend money, any architectural wonder could be built in no time.
Coupled with the endorsement of the local government and the influence of Master Busujima's personal prestige, even those local energetic societies did not dare to cause trouble. Consequently, in just three days, the foundation outside the wall was already formed.
Following the inspection of the construction site and finding no flaws or errors, Enzo nodded with satisfaction and drove back to the Busujima Dojo.
Today was a significant day—it was Kotonoha's apprenticeship ceremony.
As the foremost figure in Japanese kendo, Enzo's words and deeds represented the face of the entire industry, so despite his orders to keep everything simple, the Busujima Dojo was bustling with activity today.
A group of old masters also popped up out of nowhere, all uninvited.
It almost made people wonder whether they were recruiting disciples themselves or participating in someone else's apprenticeship ceremony.
However, although Enzo wasn’t particularly fond of these old masters, their titles were not to be underestimated.
They were either grandmasters or association chairmen. Even the former Master Busujima had to tread carefully around them.
Naturally, if they were to fight him, even two or three of those old guys might not be his opponents. After all, this was not a martial arts plane, and the reflexes of these oldies at their age were definitely not comparable to those of him, who was in his prime.
"Good morning, masters!"
Enzo put on his training clothes, walked into the quiet room, and happily greeted a group of old masters.
"Enzo, you sly kid, taking in another disciple without a word! It seems you've found another promising talent!"
"You didn't notify me of such a big event. Enzo, do you still take me, the president of the Kendo Association, seriously?"
A group of old men started teasing each other, and Enzo could only grin and bite the bullet as he joined their chatter. In fact, there were many guests outside, but due to their status, he directly sent Saeko to receive them.
There was really nothing to talk about with a group of old men.
Enzo was deeply aware of the social sadness of these middle-aged men, so he could only chat with them while holding a cup of tea.
"Did you see the little girl who was preparing to become the disciple just now? Her mother looks really amazing--"
Bored, Enzo began to eavesdrop on the whispers from a corner.
Though these old men presented themselves as virtuous masters, they had their own lecherous thoughts.
How many people these days aren’t hiding something dark beneath the surface?
Two old men sat in the corner, chatting openly. Firstly, there was little need for discretion; secondly, the room was so crowded that no one seemed to care.
As it happened, Enzo pricked up his ears while continuing to feign interest in the flattery from others.
"I have played with so many women, and this is the first time I have seen such big breasts. If I could take those breasts out and knead them, it would be sheer ecstasy!"
"Do you think that boy Enzo has fallen in love with that witch's breasts? Otherwise, why would he suddenly want to take her daughter as his disciple?"
"You don't understand this. Although that girl is wearing a training uniform, her breasts are something else. I can tell at first glance that she is prime material. Additionally, her family must have cow genes. As long as she is cultivated well, she may be able to surpass her mother… ah!"
"So Enzo’s just a sly fox, going after the girl. No wonder he didn’t send us invitations!"
"Maybe his idea is to have both the mother and daughter! It's a pity that I'm old; otherwise, I would also like to try it!"
The two old men laughed heartily, oblivious to the impact of their words. Enzo, still pretending to be engaged in polite conversation, couldn't help but be amused and slightly surprised at how blatant their thoughts were.
'By the way, was I so obvious in taking Kotonoha as a disciple?'
He couldn't help but ponder, but before he could delve deeper, a voice snapped him back to reality.
"The auspicious time has come; open the main door!"
With the sound of a cannon fired by the emcee outside, the old men who had been chatting amiably all sat upright, their expressions turning cold and murderous.
The air of relaxed conversation was replaced by an aura of serious determination. Clearly, maintaining a dignified temperament was essential for these masters.
As the door slowly opened, Kotonoha, dressed in her martial arts uniform, walked in.
Kotonoha's face was three-quarters shy and four-parts nervous. It was obvious that this girl was not mentally prepared at all to become Master Busujima's disciple.
When leaving Busujima Dojo three days ago, all Kotonoha was thinking about was how to go back and change her underwear as soon as possible, and she didn't think too much about the rest.
As a result, that night, when Manami suddenly came to her and told her that Master Busujima had agreed to accept her as his disciple and asked her to go and perform the ceremony of becoming a disciple in three days, Kotonoha was completely stunned!
Her mother, ever the enthusiastic one, kept emphasizing how rare and valuable this opportunity was, how it could shape her future if she became Busujima's disciple, and how she should cherish this moment.
But Kotonoha knew the truth: more than her supposed talent in kendo, it was she—or more precisely, her body—that the master valued.
