Aya woke up, looked around, and didn't find Kenshin beside her. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 7:30 a.m. Stretching and yawning, the girl shuffled toward the kitchen, completely unaware that her robe was fully open, exposing her small but perky tits to full view.
Meanwhile, Kenshin was drinking coffee and nearly choked when he saw the incredibly beautiful body of the young girl. She was so tender and innocent, with a sleepy face and slightly tousled hair, that Kenshin couldn't hold back and pulled her to him, seating her on his lap.
"Slept well, beauty?" Kenshin asked, kissing her tender neck.
"Mm-hm. I slept better than ever in my life! God, our new home is magnificent; I can hardly believe I'm not dreaming..." Aya purred.
"Well, let's make sure!" the young man said, lightly pinching her firm ass.
"Ow! Kenshin, stop..." the girl moaned, rubbing her ass against the young man's stirring cock.
Then the girl stood up and poured herself coffee, remembering yesterday's instructions on brewing the miracle drink.
After finishing breakfast with the same bread and jerky, Kenshin declared, "Come here. This is a stove for cooking. While you slept, I set it up, so you just need to learn to use it. See, you turn this switch, and the surface heats up. Turn it back—it stops heating and turns off. Got it?"
"Mmm, seems so... But I need to try it a bit." Aya drawled thoughtfully, trying to grasp the stove mechanism.
"Alright, let's try a simple example..."
After explaining, Kenshin made sure the girl understood and ordered, "Good, let's go. Help me set up the gym lighting, then you can play with the stove and cook."
Aya had no intention of objecting to the young man's commanding tone and was ready to obey unquestioningly.
A few hours later, with Aya's help, Kenshin finished the gym lighting and, all sweaty from fatigue, headed for a shower, calling the girl with him.
In the shower, Aya was pressed against the glass door and roughly fucked. Her small firm tits pressed against the fogged glass, outlining a silhouette of incredible beauty. Kenshin was increasingly accepting his role as family head and future clan leader. An invisible dominant and willful essence was awakening in him, so he wasn't shy about taking his pleasure, fucking the girl quite roughly right in the shower.
Aya, in turn, was only happy with such authoritative actions from her man and fully surrendered to the pleasure.
"Maybe the system changed Aya's sexual preferences, so she's thrilled with rough sex? Or maybe the system has nothing to do with it, and it's part of her nature?..." Kenshin pondered, drying the girl's tender body with a large fluffy towel.
Aya's thighs were still twitching from the aftermath of the powerful orgasm, and sparks lingered in her eyes. She pressed against the young man's strong body and purred, "Uuuuf, that was magnificent... I never thought I'd like it rough..."
Kenshin said nothing, just smiled, then kissed the petite Japanese girl's sweet cherry lips, gently squeezing her firm ass.
Then each went about their business. Aya planned to cook porridge and wash their clothes. Kenshin decided to scout the nearby area and set primitive snares for rabbits, enhancing the traps with formations. He knew food wouldn't last long, so he seriously considered drawing a huge formation for catching animals.
Sticking his head out of the sanctuary, Kenshin froze and listened. Hearing nothing suspicious, he stepped out and headed for the cave exit.
Spending several hours on "scouting," Kenshin concluded that the mountains where he settled were impassable and impregnable. It was about ten minutes to the forest, so he quickly set primitive snares, picked up the first stick he found, and drew symbols on the ground only he understood. When he finished, the symbols flashed blue for a split second and vanished. Damaging the formation blueprint didn't harm it, as after creation it imprinted over a large area, and only someone familiar with formations could disrupt it.
Kenshin figured there were no powerful beings in this world able to detect and erase his formations, but images of Six Paths Madara, Kaguya, and Hamura with Hagoromo came to mind. He shivered involuntarily at the unpleasant associations and changed his mind, deciding beings of that level could see and easily destroy all beginner-level formations.
After setting ten simple snares, the young man headed home. The sun was long at its zenith, scorching mercilessly, hurrying Kenshin back to the coolness of his home to enjoy the lunch cooked by his beloved wife.
After lunch, Kenshin decided to train, running about fifty laps around the gym, not wanting to leave the sanctuary unnecessarily. Then he moved to lifting weights and practicing punches on the bag, recalling his youthful boxing sessions.
After an hour of training, Kenshin set up a signaling formation at the cave entrance, tuned to human or animal movement with different signals. During activation, the formation released a small amount of natural energy that spread in waves like water ripples, alerting any formation specialists.
The young man wasn't worried about a "trespasser" randomly being a formation specialist. By his estimates, no such specialists existed in this world, and even fuinjutsu experts only seemed similar at first glance, but the two methods had fundamental differences. If "fuin" was based on chakra, formations were built on a completely different energy type called "mana."
After setting the alarm, Kenshin reinforced the door, wanting to minimize potential problems. The system had created the sanctuary from stronger materials, making it about twice as sturdy, but that wasn't enough for the young man, and he spent an hour drawing a formation over the entire door, doubling its defensive properties again.
"Hm, now even a chunin-level shinobi would have a hard time breaking through this wall with techniques... On the other hand, if a chunin-level shinobi comes here, sooner or later he'll break the door, and I'm dead, but better safe than sorry..." the young man thought bitterly and decided not to dwell on extra worries, but tackle the important tasks piling up.