"As expected, Senior knows a lot."
"Of course—I am a romance light novel author."
"Although I don't usually use this knowledge, I still need a certain reserve of it."
Her glistening toes spread open like flower petals.
They gently swayed with the breeze.
"However, Junior Akira, you also know a lot about these things—you must have read quite a bit."
The long, slender leg wrapped in black stockings continued with a beautiful curve.
Naturally drawing the gaze into the darkness.
"I haven't read it, actually."
"For training, this is just a basic skill for a Trainer."
Before transmigrating, Akira had already mastered enough theoretical knowledge.
By now, he had already used the move Kasumigaoka Utaha employed, easily passing through the slender, woven ring.
He reached the crucial point, embedded with a ruby.
A blush appeared on Kasumigaoka Utaha's face. "Junior Akira, that's a bit of a foul."
"With Senior being so amazing, how can I lag behind?"
"Then shall we have a competition?"
"Exactly my intention."
"Ugh! Don't… don't poke."
In the dojo, Kitagawa Marin stood still, but her ears were carefully discerning the sounds coming from the partition.
"Ah, it seems it's almost my turn."
"I really want to play games with Akira too."
Kitagawa Marin licked her lips.
In Akira's novel, Tohru would even clean her intimate apparel by putting them in her mouth.
If she could clean clothes so thoroughly, it showed that Tohru's mouth was even more flexible than her hands—
surpassing a drum washing machine.
Saeko Busujima, opposite, held a wooden sword.
She had tried her best to calm down, but upon hearing the sounds, she still couldn't help but fantasize, which in turn affected her concentration.
No, it was hard to find a sparring partner, so she had to improve quickly.
Before, she only thought that participating in the martial arts tournament would fulfill her father's wish.
But now, she felt she had a chance to become this year's champion.
Naturally, she had to train well and improve her Swordsmanship.
Akira was busy now, so she would focus on improving her Swordsmanship first.
"They've started—let's start too."
Saeko Busujima composed herself; she had already gained a general understanding of the strength of the Role Playing character Kitagawa Marin was portraying.
Even if she used all her strength, she couldn't win.
So, as soon as her words fell, Saeko Busujima instantly erupted.
Her speed increased to its limit—
a speed nearly forty times that of an ordinary human, already capable of covering hundreds of meters in an instant.
To the naked eye of an ordinary person, this was an almost uncatchable object.
But in the eyes of Kitagawa Marin, who was currently Role Playing, this speed was incredibly slow.
However, suddenly, Saeko Busujima's wooden sword unleashed a thousand slashes in an instant, which piqued the interest of the COS version of Tohru.
Da, da, da, da.
They exchanged thousands of blows in an instant.
The two returned to their starting positions.
Kitagawa Marin retracted her dragon claws, which she had conjured. "Saeko, that was quite good."
"But next, I'm going to increase the intensity for you."
Even without her dragon body, Kitagawa Marin's defense was not afraid of being slashed by Saeko Busujima's wooden sword.
So, in the next second, she launched an attack at the same speed as Saeko Busujima, without any thought of defense.
Saeko Busujima instantly fell into a passive situation when faced with this scenario.
Her Swordsmanship was wild and unrestrained, like a drawn blade.
But now, she couldn't defeat the powerful enemy before her with a sharp blade.
However, the current Saeko Busujima was no longer the same as before; she wouldn't solely pursue extreme offense.
If she couldn't win, then she would defend flawlessly.
Finding her direction, Saeko Busujima's mind sharpened.
Da, da, da, da… like a torrential downpour.
Meanwhile, in the partition, Kasumigaoka Utaha was completely unaffected.
A crimson blush covered her profile.
Using both her hands and feet, she sealed the strange convergence of heat within the bend of her knees.
Although it wasn't the ultimate destination,
this also gave him a completely different feeling from the "Land of Endings."
"Ugh."
Her lustrous lips parted.
The small camisole had already fallen to her waist.
The curve was perfect.
The comfortably tactile leather grip,
the clearly responsive joystick, the pressure-sensitive buttons—
all proclaimed:
this was an excellent game controller.
"Junior Akira, how is it?"
Akira smiled, gently stroking Kasumigaoka Utaha's cheek. "Absolutely incredible."
Receiving praise, Kasumigaoka Utaha's mood soared again.
A hint of mischievousness clearly shone through her vibrant red eyes.
"Hmph hmph~! This is just the beginning."
She knelt down.
"Wow~!"
Akira wasn't using his Trainer abilities at this moment.
Instead, he was experiencing this rich, layered… coolness with his most normal senses.
So cool.
Akira believed that anyone experiencing this
would have their lips curl up just like him.
As for Akira's reaction—
Kasumigaoka Utaha was very satisfied.
Her hands were braced against the tatami, her face so close that Akira could see himself reflected in her pupils.
"Akira, I love you to death."
As a fragrant aroma once again filled his mouth—
Pfft.
"Mmm~!"
A soft, muffled sound came from Kasumigaoka Utaha.
Beautiful.
Too beautiful.
It was a harmony that could only be understood, not expressed in words.
Mmm.
He truly was a perfect match for it.
Destined to be together forever.
This thought echoed in Kasumigaoka Utaha's mind as she slowly closed her eyes.
The initiative was handed over to Akira.
Such a beautiful and natural scene—Akira naturally wouldn't let Kasumigaoka Utaha down.
He hugged her tightly.
Da, da, da, da…
"Good defense."
Kitagawa Marin, playing Thor, had gained the power of a dragon.
She had expected to easily defeat Saeko Busujima.
But the truth was, with similar power levels, she couldn't do anything against Saeko Busujima.
"There's no way. Without a special blade, I can't break through your defense."
"Hmph, that's true."
Kitagawa Marin stopped her attack, and the two in the dojo returned to their original positions.
Only, the dojo, which had been spotless moments ago, was now a mess.
The wooden floor was cracked everywhere, and even the load-bearing pillars were covered in sword marks and claw marks.
This was with both of them holding back their strength.
If they had unleashed their full power, this area would probably have been completely blown away by them.
"Ah!"
"Akira, Akira~!"
The sudden commotion instantly zeroed out the intense fighting spirit between the two.
Saeko Busujima sheathed her sword.
Kitagawa Marin also turned her head.
"Oh, I wonder how Kasumigaoka-senpai's training is going."
Saying this, Kitagawa Marin used magic for the first time in this world.
A burst of bright light erupted from the Busujima family dojo.
The dojo, which had just been in ruins, was instantly restored to new.
"What a powerful ability."
Saeko Busujima's eyes flashed with surprise as she saw the restored dojo.
She hadn't read the novel Akira wrote, so she didn't know Thor could use magic.
However, Kitagawa Marin's attention was not on Saeko Busujima at all.
Without responding to her words, she secretly pressed herself against the paper-thin door.
[Character: Kasumigaoka Utaha]
[Potential: A]
[Loyalty: 93]
[Strength: 25.1]
[Agility: 25.0]
[Stamina: 25.3]
[Skills: Flash of Inspiration, Skilled Writing (Proficiency 99%), Focus]
[Evolution Charge: 63%]
[Status: Fatigued]
This time, Akira didn't put her into a capture sphere.
If Kasumigaoka Utaha recovered quickly, there might be a second round.
This round would be at least half an hour.
Huh.
The sound from outside stopped.
Akira turned to look at the door.
He saw two new holes in the door.
Saeko Busujima certainly wouldn't do such a thing, so the person standing outside these two holes must be Kitagawa Marin.
In fact, Kitagawa Marin's marker had already appeared on the radar.
But Akira subconsciously filtered out such spoilers.
Besides, Kasumigaoka Utaha was indeed very plump and appealing.
It made him not want to shift his attention.
Instant Strike.
Although he couldn't use the peeping Kitagawa Marin for positioning,
Akira instantly appeared behind the door.
"Eh? Akira is gone."
Kitagawa Marin looked at the situation inside the door, even her dragon tail had straightened.
Suddenly realizing Akira had vanished from the spot, she immediately looked left and right through the holes.
"Hey!"
"Wow~!"
Kitagawa Marin was startled.
"Akira, when did you come out? I didn't even notice you."
Akira grabbed Kitagawa Marin's dragon horn. "Marin-chan, although the character you're playing is strong, it's best not to rely on it too much."
"I understand, Akira."
"But I really love this character."
Kitagawa Marin scratched her head in Thor's style, looking a little embarrassed.
"Ah! I'm cosplaying Thor today because I want Akira to experience some of Thor's abilities."
"Oh? What abilities?"
"Of course it's…"
"Hey, don't just start without warning."
Mmm.
Swoosh.
Akira understood instantly.
It felt like a large item in the middle of a washing machine during the spin cycle.
No—this wasn't a washing machine drum.
This was a propeller.
And it came with wind.
Kitagawa Marin had a look of successful mischief on her face.
A smile bloomed on her face. "Akira, how is it?"
"Awesome."
Akira didn't know what to say.
He could only give a thumbs up.
"There's more, there's more."
Kitagawa Marin's dragon tail coiled around.
Suddenly, it was like a massage gun, relaxing Akira.
But for that particular area, this kind of relaxation could only have the opposite effect.
"Marin-chan, could it be that you're a genius?"
Kitagawa Marin cupped her face shyly. "For Akira, I can go to my limits."
Saeko Busujima, on the side, held her forehead, unable to watch.
However, a hint of envy still showed in her eyes.
Kitagawa Marin's ability was truly amazing.
Any character Akira liked, she could portray through cosplay.
Thinking of this, Saeko Busujima suddenly remembered the apron Akira had given her earlier.
Yesterday, she couldn't get what she wanted.
Today… she looked at her clothes, already slightly damp with sweat.
Saeko Busujima took an apron from the nearby room and walked into the bathroom alone.
Although she wanted to join in, for now, that was a private scene for Akira and Kitagawa Marin.
Since she had just broken a sweat, by the time she finished bathing, it would probably be her turn for training.
With a swish, the door closed.
The sound of a shower started in the bathroom.
"Mmm."
"Akira, just thinking about training…"
"I get so excited."
Currently, Kitagawa Marin was playing Tohru, and her snake-like vertical pupils showed excitement as she leaned close to Akira.
Akira didn't stand on ceremony either.
He began to tinker with his familiar peripherals through the delivery box.
"Indeed. Actually, I'm also a bit excited thinking that I'm about to become a Dragon Trainer."
Especially being able to freely manipulate a dragon like this.
"Hehe, then Akira…"
Kitagawa Marin's cheeks flushed slightly; after all, her true form wasn't a dragon, so the shyness that only humans experience still appeared.
The maid's long skirt lifted.
Kitagawa Marin took a step forward.
The dragon tail that had just been wrapped around Akira now allowed the two of them to fit even closer.
As an experienced Trainer,
Akira suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed today.
No matter who it was, there would only be one reaction.
The white cotton fleece indented.
Heat was being transmitted through such skin-friendly material.
"Mmm~!" Akira.
Kitagawa Marin couldn't keep up the act anymore and leaped into Akira's arms.
"Alright, alright."
"Marin-chan, you've played your part very well."
"Now, leave the rest to me, this Trainer."
"Mmm."
Resting on Akira's shoulder, Kitagawa Marin frowned slightly.
"How about it? Being with a powerful teammate, do you feel like you've become stronger yourself?"
At the Hero Association headquarters, Fubuki had just submitted her report.
Tatsumaki appeared in her line of sight.
"Master, and Marin-chan, will both be joining the Fubuki Group in the future."
"What?"
Tatsumaki hadn't expected Akira to do something so childish.
She had already received news from the rich district, saying that Akira had appeared at a rich people's gathering.
And after further investigation, Akira's true identity had already appeared in everyone's view.
The heir of the Suou Family.
A reclusive master who didn't want to be a hero, nor did he want to cause any big trouble?
Not wanting to be a hero, Tatsumaki could understand that.
After all, if it weren't for Blast, she wouldn't want to be with those brain-dead heroes.
But not wanting to cause trouble, she didn't quite agree with that.
Akira didn't need to engage in hero activities to live very well.
Why should others still work like oxen and horses, taking abuse?
And this was where Tatsumaki felt something was off when she heard Fubuki's words.
"Did Akira promise you himself?"
"Akira is my Master now, and once I join their team with Saeko and Marin-chan, I'll have confidence…"
"Hahahahaha."
Tatsumaki couldn't help but cover her small stomach and laugh before Fubuki finished. "So it's your own wishful thinking. It won't happen—you can't succeed."
"Around a strong person, there won't be trash like those around you."
After speaking, Tatsumaki turned and was about to fly away.
"No—I will definitely convince Master."
"Then I wish you success."
Tatsumaki didn't tell Fubuki Akira's information.
She thought it would be good to let her experience some things, and she would see everything clearly.
As for danger?
With her there,
she couldn't imagine what great danger Fubuki would be in.
Even if she wasn't there, there was still Akira.
Watching Tatsumaki disappear from sight, Fubuki frowned and left the Hero Association.
Golden long hair cascaded like a waterfall.
Without the constraints of the maid outfit,
Kitagawa's model-like figure was dazzling.
Especially the controller's impact feedback function—
it made Akira unable to look away.
The training limit continued to rise.
The dragon horns on Kitagawa Marin's head also gradually revealed their inherent texture.
Being human, no matter how much she played the part, at the moment of soul impact,
Kitagawa Marin would still reveal her human form.
However, she had already performed well enough,
allowing Akira to achieve a small goal.
Although the system would not grant him a title,
Dragon Knight—
Akira felt he had already completed two-thirds.
Going crazy.
Kitagawa Marin was going crazy.
Because she could clearly feel that Akira's training intensity today was stronger than before.
Was it because of the character Thor?
Then next time, should she cosplay another character—Elma?
Hmm.
No.
Can't think anymore.
Finally, with a sigh, Kitagawa Marin's training limit was maxed out.