Watching Lin Chen skillfully perform the same Kagura dance as the mysterious man ahead—
Fujiwara Chika was completely stunned.
She had originally thought she was already a genius in dance.
However, she had just witnessed someone even more talented than herself.
During her earlier attempt at imitating the dance, she had already sensed it.
The Kagura dance that the mysterious man before her was performing was definitely not an ordinary dance.
It contained a special rhythm and cadence.
Moreover, the movements needed to be executed with extreme precision.
Once even the smallest detail was off, without achieving absolute accuracy in the movements—
The entire dance's displayed effect would be greatly diminished.
Not only that, but this dance's movements were quite peculiar. Though called a dance, it wasn't as soft as typical dances.
Every movement required maximum exertion, so once the movements weren't precise, it would place tremendous strain on the body.
Even for someone like her, who had been called a dance genius since childhood, imitating the Kagura dance was quite difficult.
What dealt her a huge blow was that despite this being such a difficult dance—
Lin Chen was currently demonstrating it with such precision.
They had arrived at the same time, observed at the same time, yet she was falling so far behind.
If Lin Chen could read Secretary Fujiwara's inner sense of defeat at this moment, he would probably go over and pat her head to comfort her.
Actually, the fact that Secretary could roughly imitate it after just watching a couple of times showed that her body control and dance intuition were quite high.
But genius has its limits, while a cheat's upper limit far exceeds that of genius.
Originally, he was supposed to be teaching Fujiwara Chika.
But once Lin Chen started, he couldn't stop.
He began from the First Form: Dance, swinging the tree branch, dancing with the sword all the way to the Fifth Form: Fire Wheel.
His movements were elegant, the tree branch in his hand seeming like a famous blade.
His movements were even more expansive than Tanjuro's—not just dancing on the ground, but also incorporating jumps and spinning slashes.
The visual effect was even better than Tanjuro's.
Huu, huu.
Lin Chen panted heavily.
He couldn't continue past the Fifth Form.
Because his Sun Breathing swordsmanship level was only LV2.
Moreover, he had just been genuinely using Sun Breathing swordsmanship, not simply dancing the Kagura dance.
Although the Dance of the Fire God was indeed a somewhat flawed version of Sun Breathing—
The exertion required for dancing the Kagura dance versus the exertion required for Sun Breathing swordsmanship were completely different.
The latter placed considerable demands on one's physique.
Even Tanjiro, after rigorous training later on, still found using Sun Breathing swordsmanship to be a great burden with significant stamina consumption.
Lin Chen could technically perform the later sword techniques as well.
But that would at most be just the form, not truly mastered sword moves.
So he didn't continue.
Even so, Lin Chen was still quite excited inside.
Using Sun Breathing swordsmanship, he didn't feel much resistance—rather, it felt very smooth.
This was different from when Tanjiro first used Sun Breathing.
It was probably because of the Martial Arts Panel—his compatibility with Sun Breathing had been greatly enhanced.
This compatibility even exceeded that of the Kamado family.
Secondly, the system seemed to have perfected Sun Breathing.
Compared to Tanjuro's Dance of the Fire God, it was even more accurate.
After all, having been passed down for hundreds of years, by the time it reached Tanjuro, although it still maintained a high degree of completeness—
There were already errors.
"You're so amazing, Lin Chen."
Secretary Fujiwara said softly from the side.
Partly because she was worried her voice would disturb Tanjuro's dance.
Partly because Lin Chen's genius—the chasm of talent between them—made her unconsciously look up to him.
The sense of defeat from such a huge gap in talent made the usually optimistic Secretary feel somewhat down at this moment.
After all, she had always thought of herself as a genius, yet she had just been utterly outclassed by Lin Chen in her best domain.
"It's different."
Lin Chen noticed Secretary's low spirits and smiled, patting her head to comfort her.
"This isn't purely a dance—it's martial arts swordsmanship combined with breathing techniques."
"So it's normal for you to find it difficult to learn, because for this, the most important thing is breathing, and movements come second."
"Want to learn? I can teach you."
Lin Chen smiled and patted her head, stroking Secretary's pink curly hair, then pinched the black butterfly ribbon on her hair.
This ribbon seemed to be a conceptual entity too, just like Jotaro's hat.
The butterfly ribbon had a magical function—it could change size based on the day's air humidity.
Of course, that was just a setting from the anime.
"Please teach me, Sensei."
Secretary Fujiwara was quite cooperative, bowing with her hands pressed together and raised above her head, looking quite earnest and sincere.
"No problem, Fujiwara-san."
Lin Chen lightly tapped the tree branch against his palm, as if holding a teaching pointer.
Very quickly, the lesson for Secretary Fujiwara began.
"Idiot, I told you the most important thing is breathing."
"Wrong, the movements need to be more precise."
"Your hand needs to be raised higher, strike with more force, imagine you're holding a sword in your hand."
Fujiwara Chika was indeed a genius in vocals and dance.
She had considerable talent for breathing, rhythm, and body control.
But the Dance of the Fire God was also very difficult.
Grasping its essence in a short time wasn't that simple.
Even Tanjuro, with his high talent, had to train for a long time before gradually touching upon its essence.
He helped her adjust her breathing rhythm.
Lin Chen used the small tree branch as a teaching pointer.
Whenever Secretary Fujiwara made a mistake, he would lightly tap the erroneous spot.
Actually, he wasn't hitting hard at all.
But Secretary Fujiwara seemed quite sensitive to pain—with each tap, she would let out a soft whimper.
At first, Lin Chen was worried he was being too rough.
However, he quickly discovered something.
Although she was whimpering, Secretary's movements were becoming increasingly precise, and her condition was getting better and better.
Also, why was she blushing?
He wasn't even tapping any sensitive areas.
And why did it seem like Secretary was getting more and more excited as the lesson continued?
"Could it be..."
Lin Chen suddenly remembered some minor details about Secretary Fujiwara's character.
In the original work, Secretary seemed to have slight M tendencies.
She apparently said things like "I want to be forcefully eaten" or "I want to be forcefully kissed" and similar statements.
Lin Chen looked at the blushing Secretary Fujiwara.
It seemed he had prematurely awakened some of her little preferences.
But strangely, looking at Secretary Fujiwara like this, Lin Chen's face also showed a smile he himself didn't notice.
The teaching pointer in his hand showed no sign of stopping.
"These two young people."
"Have they forgotten I exist?"
Tanjuro, dancing the Dance of the Fire God nearby, watched the two's... interaction.
This man, as calm and peaceful as a plant, couldn't help but let out a sigh internally.
From external appearances alone, the scene before him was already somewhat inappropriate.
And for Tanjuro, who possessed the Transparent World, he could further judge their emotions and thoughts through the flow of blood in their bodies.
The conclusion was: these two young people were indeed not good children.