The next morning, after breakfast, Kenshin introduced Hitomi to all his sons and ordered them to treat her with respect. It wasn't necessary—the sons always treated all their father's wives with utmost respect, giving them a sacred significance.
Before lunch, Hitomi held a training spar with Ichiro, defeating him without much trouble. He didn't use Sharingan or space techniques, and she didn't use Byakugan or Gentle Fist. There was nothing surprising in her victory. Though she was an iryonin, she had trained for many years and was at the peak of Chunin rank, compared to Ichiro's short training and beginner Chunin level.
When Hitomi learned that many of Kenshin's sons had Sharingan, she was in complete shock and imaginatively pictured the unassuming "ordinary" girl who was the mother of such geniuses. In the Hyuga clan, about half of the branch family members couldn't awaken Byakugan, and by rumors, the Uchiha clan had the same issue with Sharingan, so a mother whose children all awakened dojutsu would command great respect in the clan and be under the clan head's protection.
Kenshin really liked the Gentle Fist style, but he was upset by the complete impossibility of anyone without chakra using it. Byakugan was highly desirable for this style, but geniuses existed worldwide who could use it without dojutsu, on raw experience alone.
For several hours, Kenshin and Hitomi tested Byakugan in every way. She was surprised to notice that from inside the haven, she could see the street clearly, but from the street, she saw only rock without the slightest hint of rooms. After thinking a bit, she recalled one oddity with surprise and told Kenshin about it.
"Hmm, your haven creation ability is simply incredible. It somehow prevents sensor perception shinobi from using it."
"What do you mean?" Kenshin said, taking a sip of tea.
"Yesterday, while we were hiding from possible pursuit, I activated Byakugan from time to time, but when we approached this mountain, I suddenly stopped without realizing why. Only now, thinking back, did I remember that strange detail," Hitomi said seriously. She already knew many of Kenshin's abilities and was delighted like a little girl when he showed her another "miracle."
"So that's how it is... Well, I expected something like that—thanks for sharing your observations," Kenshin praised her with a smile.
Hitomi smiled tenderly, took a sip of tea, and got lost in his deep eyes again. She loved sitting with her beloved, having casual conversation. If his other wives were young and energetic, Hitomi was an experienced woman in no hurry, which warmed Kenshin's heart—he lacked such a tender, melancholic companion with whom to share fatigue in silent understanding.
Kenshin devoted the entire second half of the day to Hitomi, wanting to show her his love and help her settle into the new home. She quickly mastered such tech things as the faucet, toilet flush, refrigerator, and light switches.
After lunch, Kenshin invited her to the swimming pool and was surprised by her incredible embarrassment. Hitomi tried desperately to refuse, citing no swimsuit, but Kenshin assured her it was no problem and dragged her into the pool.
A few weeks earlier, Kenshin had installed lighting mimicking sunlight with UV, and now the girls only tanned, making Kenshin peek into the pool constantly.
To avoid embarrassing his new wife, Kenshin chose a moment when the pool was empty and brought Hitomi there. Seeing they were alone, she relaxed a bit and curiously examined everything, dipping her toe in the water and noting with surprise that it was warm.
"God, your home is a miracle," the busty beauty said in admiration, flashing him a bright smile.
"Our home, girl. Now it's yours too," he replied, making her smile even brighter. She loved spending time with Kenshin, who could make her heart race with one word and fill her chest with warmth.
"Come on, let's pick you a swimsuit," he said cheerfully, taking her hand and heading to the changing room, which had undergone changes. First, there was now a vast room with swimsuits in every size and style.
Seeing all this splendor, Hitomi took a deep breath. She never stopped marveling at the beauty of the clothes in Kenshin's home. Compared to shinobi world garb, things from Kenshin's native world had an incredible array of colors and were made from unfamiliar materials. Like any woman, she loved dressing beautifully and stylishly, so she fell in love with the huge clothing collection in her room. And now, facing the vast variety of swimsuits, Hitomi didn't know what to choose. Almost all were incredibly shameful and unfit for a Hyuga clan daughter, but such thoughts made her repeat that her surname was now Nakayama, and only her husband decided what she wore.
"What about this white one?" he asked with a smile.
"Isn't it too short? I think it's for Aya or Kasumi, not me," Hitomi muttered skeptically, twirling a very revealing string bikini in her hands.
"It's made specially for you. Try it on. And this one, and this," he said, picking a black semi-transparent one and a red one with lots of latex elements.
"God, what did I sign up for..." Hitomi muttered, pretending to be upset, earning a light slap on the ass and a tender kiss on the cheek.
"You'll like it—you'll see," Kenshin whispered with a smile, stepping into the changing room hallway, not wanting to spoil the surprise.