Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1054: Chapter 816: Choice

The teacher initiated the networking, helping you guys organize a high-end gathering to give you a glimpse of the big shots.

Those who are savvy—these disciples who have graduated from the dojo with approved credentials will probably start cozying up and handing out resumes right after the party.

By the way, suppressing a wave of reckless bravado, he uses his authority to forcibly let the disciples gain some grounding in the face of harsh reality.

—What’s the point of having power? In front of the three big blocks, who do you think you are?

Killing multiple birds with one stone.

This move, where have I seen it before?

But just as he was sipping tea and pondering, he heard the Sword Saint’s voice.

"By the way, this gentleman on the left, Mr. Huai Shi, I believe everyone has already met him."

Casually talking and laughing, the Sword Saint said: "Starting from tomorrow, he will assume the position of deputy director of the dojo. You should honor him as you honor me."

What the heck?

Huai Shi struggled to control his expression, trying not to reveal his signature foolish look.

He looked quizzically at the Sword Saint.

What do you mean by this?

The Sword Saint also looked at him, smiling slightly as if there was already a tacit understanding between them, though they had no such understanding; today was their first meeting.

Suddenly, he recalled what Luo Lao had said to him earlier.

"You just need to sit back and relax, listen to some tunes, eat and drink well, and leave with a gift at the end. They might even escort you to the door and welcome you to return next time..."

So, were they just waiting for me here!

Sipping wine and eating melon at the side, suddenly ’arrangement’ descended from the heavens, and before even finishing a meal, how did he become a shareholder of the dojo?

Hopefully, it’s not just a scapegoat legal representative!

Before he could voice objections, there was a stir below, someone angry slammed the table, rose intending to speak, Huai Shi’s eyebrows flew with delight, his eyes filled with encouragement and expectation.

Come on, brother, make it big, give this old thing a run for its money!

Yet, Kamizaki gave just a casual glance, and the furious middle-aged man turned pale as if a mouse had seen a cat, collapsed to the ground, speechless.

Ling HuaiShi was extraordinarily annoyed.

How could it be such a crash test dummy!

At least say a no, man, I need to proceed!

Ignoring the astonished looks from the instructors and disciples below, Shangquan Sword Saint continued: "Also, this Great Tengu on the right here, starting from tomorrow, will also assume the position of deputy director of the dojo. You should respect him as you respect me."

After the abrupt appointment announcement earlier, this time, the reaction below seemed somewhat calmer.

After all, it’s the Great Tengu, a veteran Sublimator famous for hundreds of years, the indisputable ruler of Tengu Mountain, such a noble figure taking a deputy director role at the dojo is not that disgraceful.

Yet the traditional dojo operation was always decided by the Sword Saint alone, so why suddenly introduce these two forces from near and far, Tanbo and Tengu Mountain?

Amid these dramatic changes, everyone smelled a sense of unease and absurdity — could the recent rumor circulating among the elites be true?

"Just as everyone thinks, I have grown old, lacking energy, and recently feeling weary and weakened, I’m afraid I no longer have the vigor to oversee the operation of the dojo."

The seemingly vigorous old man calmly announced: "I have three sons and a daughter. My eldest son, sacrificed to protect the previous Former Emperor, died in Hell. The youngest son, unfortunately, died young, did not reach adulthood. After my daughter married and moved away, only my second son remains by my side..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously pale, agitated person suddenly froze, then showed a gleeful expression.

"Naoyuki, come out."

The Sword Saint said, "Come before me."

So the middle-aged man excitedly rose, striving to appear solemn, stepping steadily forward to kneel before the old man.

"Honored father!"

"There’s no need for many words between a father and son," the old man reassured him with a pat on the shoulder: "You have grown up, Naoyuki, you should also have your accomplishments."

He paused for a moment, then said: "From now on, you will replace me and take up the role of swordsmanship instructor for the Former Emperor, and serve Yingzhou."

Kamizaki Naoyuki grinned widely, just about to nod, when he suddenly froze.

Dazed on the spot.

Eyes widened in disbelief.

A sudden deathly silence, everyone questioning their hearing — who would’ve thought the Sword Saint would abruptly discard his last heir, far from the dojo’s legacy!

Admittedly, serving as swordsmanship instructor for the Former Emperor is glorious, but the position, apart from the higher status, practically holds nothing else.

Does the Former Emperor truly wish to learn swordsmanship?

Don’t be ridiculous, the Former Emperor’s current physique can barely manage a marathon; hiring a radio calisthenics coach would be more fitting for exercising.

A swordsmanship instructor title? What’s the difference from being a mascot?

This is almost an exile-like order!

"What? Do you disagree?" Kamizaki looked at his remaining son: "Naoyuki, are you going to defy my command?"

"Son... dare not."

Naoyuki eventually lowered his head, numbly complying, yet couldn’t help the tears streaming down.

"Just, please allow me to stay and accompany father, to fulfill filial duties for a while longer..."

"Go tomorrow."

Kamizaki decisively ordered, "Listening to my instructions is the best way to show filial piety to me as a father."

The dojo is not something this ambitious but inept son can dabble in.

Only by heartlessly banishing him can his life and others’ hard work be safeguarded. The more decisive, the less room for reversal, the more protective it is of him.

Honestly, go be a harmless mascot.

This is the decision after witnessing countless life and death moments, as a father, the Sword Saint made.

Thus, silently watching the stumbling figure of his son leave.

In the end, he announced the final appointment.

"Starting next month, the dojo’s affairs will be managed by my eldest son’s daughter, my granddaughter ’Kamizaki Haruka.’

Please do support her, and I will guide her from the side, preventing any missteps."

Saying this, the old man raised his eyes: "Haruka, come meet the guests. From now on, you’ll be the one entertaining everyone instead of me."

"Yes, Grandfather."

Behind the curtain, a solemn teenage girl slowly stepped out, and under the old man’s guidance, knelt beside him.

Right in front of everyone.

Only now did Huai Shi finally realize.

This was the result the Sword Saint painstakingly worked for tonight — the testament of the dojo’s succession witnessed by all members and parties!

But why... does it feel like an afterlife arrangement?