She Only Cares About Cultivation

Which of the women sent here is not charming and alluring, as beautiful as a flower? Japan is the most adept at cultivating female spies. Initially, she thought women were a minority, but upon arriving here, she learned that women in Spy School bear even heavier tasks.

Three women make a play, and there are at least three hundred women here. In a school of over a thousand people, women surprisingly make up thirty percent, revealing the depravity of the Japanese government.

She expected to live in a communal dormitory, engaging in school-like activities, but found that all key trainees were assigned independent rooms, and even their food and amenities were much better than those in shared dormitories. As someone who speaks Chinese and grew up in Huaxia, she became an attractive asset.

Sometimes she had the illusion that they intended to train her into a successful female spy like Yoshiko Kawashima or Nan Zao Yunzi.

On the day she was sent over, she underwent a comprehensive physical examination. A spy’s body must not have any marks or tattoos, so it had to be checked thoroughly.

Until nightfall, she finally had the chance to lie on the mat. Indeed, just like in Japan, people slept on the ground here. Besides that, she estimated that there would be courses in Japanese etiquette and tea art, with specialized people even teaching walking. She began to suspect whether they intended her to infiltrate Hua Country or Japan.

However, she didn’t mind learning more. Knowledge of one’s self and one’s opponent ensures victory in every battle. Since they offered her the chance to learn, she certainly wouldn’t miss it.

Due to the travel fatigue, she surprisingly had a dreamless sleep till dawn.

"Hello Miss Ito, today the academy will arrange some basic physical and reaction ability tests for you. Please follow me."

The base instructor seemed quite polite and awaited at her dormitory door early. As soon as she stepped out, he reported her schedule for the day.

"Do I not need to attend classes with them?"

Yishui glanced at the male and female trainees jogging in the distance, all dressed in uniform attire, engaged in basic physical training.

"Miss Ito, since you just arrived at the base, you might not yet be accustomed to the environment here. You need seven days of adaptation time. During this period, the academy will arrange some test-related courses for you and later, based on your conditions, set up corresponding trainings accordingly."

"How long will I be studying here?"

"Miss Ito, don’t be impatient. Learning is a tedious process. Since you’ve arrived here, you should settle your mind and not concern yourself with the duration."

"But if I must have a rough time frame?"

Presently, it’s the summer of thirty-eight. By four or five years, you’ll face great misfortune and be booted from Hua Country’s territory. I fear I might not have contributed to my country before I must return to Japan’s land with you.

The middle-aged woman in a kimono specially raised her head to glance at her, then lowered it to respond.

"A long duration is three to five years, a short one is two years."

Unexpectedly, this woman could speak Huaxia’s language. She couldn’t help but ask, "Have you studied Chinese?"

The woman glanced around, "Everyone here has to learn."

Yishui was speechless for a moment. After all, if one is a spy and doesn’t speak Chinese nor Huaxia’s language, how could one be a spy?

The school is nestled deep in the Old Forest, with ample space, similar to the place Long Gang served in the military in that lifetime. All training projects needed only a glance to discern their purpose. In addition, there were several five-six story buildings, indicating places where theoretical knowledge was cultivated.

Older individuals here served as service personnel, yet she felt they monitored her because they followed her everywhere she went.

The cafeteria was nearly empty; those training outside had already eaten. Occasionally, a few came over, accompanied by a middle-aged man or woman, much like her. One could infer that those people, like her, were either newcomers or still in observation phase.

Breakfast included rice, main dish, side dish, pickles, and soup, a typical Japanese breakfast. The main dish was grilled fish, the side dish natto. Pickles varied, including cucumber, radish, cabbage as options. Finally, the soup was usually hot miso soup, the only element aligning with her taste preferences —not only warming the stomach but also boosting appetite. Ingredients like tofu, scallion, and a bit of seafood are typically found in miso soup.