When the girl asked Kenshin for advice on whom to teach first so he could pass it on, Kenshin suddenly nominated himself.
"What? Don't you have time to demonstrate all these moves to each one individually? – Kasumi asked in surprise."
"I can transmit knowledge to each in a very short time. Pretty much like how I showed you weapons from my world."
"Wow! Can you show me something else? Your world is so cool! – Kasumi whispered with shining eyes, losing all battle readiness. With Kenshin, she didn't feel like a strong kunoichi but a little girl craving affection."
"I can, but only if you show me "something else" too. – He whispered slyly in her ear.
"Idiot... – She whispered, blushing a bit."
Then Kenshin told his sons to return to their usual training and headed with Kasumi to the adjacent room to master Nara Clan taijutsu himself.
For the next few hours, Kenshin tried attacking the slippery girl but ended up on the floor every time. She volunteered to wear chakra suppression cuffs so training wouldn't turn into a circus.
First, she showed him tricky deception, evasion, and counterattack elements. All required great flexibility and incredible coordination, which Kenshin struggled with a bit. He memorized any move easily but couldn't replicate it right away.
Meeting the floor again, Kenshin groaned heavily and said: - Ugh, that's enough for today.
"I said an hour ago we should rest, but you're so stubborn! – Kasumi said indignantly, helping him up."
"And you're such a sweet girl... – He whispered, hugging her tenderly and kissing her lips."
"Hmph! – Kasumi snorted, turning away. But even so, her blush was noticeable."
"Let's freshen up a bit. – Kenshin said with a smile, rubbing sore spots as he shuffled to the second floor."
The next week flew by almost unnoticed, each day like the last. Mornings started with breakfast, then intensified training. By day 193, Kenshin's body was black and blue, so by day 195 he finally upgraded his exo-suit, making it tougher to handle falls from the second floor or a half-strength genin hit without issue.
After the exo-suit tweak, training got more productive. Energy lasted exactly two hours of active sessions and constant beatings from the barely restrained kunoichi. Kenshin also learned to move at speeds several times faster than without the suit. At first, his body resisted the new rhythm, but by evening he blocked half of Kasumi's weakened strikes and dodged half her tricky grabs.
On the next day, day 196, Natsumi and Aya gave birth, gifting Kenshin two babies: Thirteenth and Fourteenth respectively. Both had 21 talent points, delighting the young parents.
That day, Kasumi was on pins and needles, actively helping with her friends' deliveries. She knew she was next; her belly was no longer flat. When two bald little lumps appeared, she couldn't stop trembling, imagining she'd soon birth her own babies.
After the two sons' birth, Kenshin gained his twelfth level and put the free ability point into "Talented Offspring," then checked his "status."
Name: Nakayama Kenshin
Age: 21
Level: 12
Class: Patriarch
Available: 0 skill points
Skills:
Harem Master (MAX)
Will of Patriarch (MAX)
Patriarch Mind (MAX)
Talented Offspring [Level 8]
Shelter Creation [Level 3]
Formation Creation [Level 4]
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"I wonder how talented Kasumi's baby will be—she's already a strong chunin-level kunoichi?..." He pondered, hoping the next son would finally be born with talent over thirty and become a jonin effortlessly upon realizing potential.
The next day, day 197, was Kasumi's last direct training involvement. Her belly no longer allowed masterful flips, so Kenshin made it lighter, no jumps or acrobatics.
He'd memorized nearly all Nara Clan taijutsu elements and mastered 60% of the style. By Kasumi's estimate, his progress matched a twelve-year-old fresh academy graduate genin. Kenshin wasn't upset, planning to hone mastery leisurely, emphasizing damage avoidance over attack.
That evening, just before dinner, Kenshin called Twelfth to his office and quickly awakened his Sharingan. The process was surprisingly easy for Kenshin, causing only a mild migraine. Daily brain training paid off.
In great spirits, he organized Nara Clan taijutsu knowledge to transmit ready info packets to his sons' heads later. The process was laborious; after thirty minutes of intense work, Kenshin felt like his brain was jelly.
He barely made it to the dining room, ordered juicy steaks with baked potatoes for the sons, plus a big pot of blue sage tea, and wearily headed upstairs. Ordering dinner for the girls, he dragged himself to his room half-conscious, telling them not to disturb him till morning.
The girls just blinked stunned, seeing Kenshin like this for the first time. They wanted to ask what happened but couldn't defy the order, left to worry.
In the morning, Kenshin felt drained and wrecked. He barely showered, dressed clean, and went to the kitchen where the girls awaited anxiously.
"Ah! Kenshin, dear, what's wrong? – Aya said worriedly, rushing to him."
The other girls noticed their husband's pained look too. He had huge bags under his eyes, face like he hadn't slept a week.
"Nothing, it's fine. Just misjudged my strength. I'll be more careful next time. – He replied, trying to smile."
Thirty minutes of hyper-focused brainwork took its toll. By minute twelve he'd felt slight fatigue but ignored it. Those thirty minutes felt like fifty hours without focus.
"Stop looking at me like that. Let's eat. – Kenshin said smiling, gently stroking the two babies in high chairs. They watched Dad curiously and laughed happily at his affection."
The girls dropped the questions and started breakfast.