Fuchsia Gym, Main Hall.
Dark curtains hung all around, embroidered with the emblem of the Fuchsia Gym.
A few paper lanterns emitted a dim, yellowish light.
A faint fragrance permeated the air.
It was the scent of herbal incense.
It made one feel calm and tranquil.
Aya was observing the situation through a small hole in a special prism.
She was wearing a pink ninja outfit.
It was tight-fitting, outlining the curves of her body.
The material was very thin, clinging to her just right.
One could see the slender lines of her waist and the rounded arc of her buttocks.
She stood on her tiptoes, leaning her body slightly forward.
This posture made her buttocks appear even more perky.
The ninja suit tightly wrapped around those two rounded cheeks.
Seeing that Roy hadn't triggered any traps along the way made Aya a bit frustrated.
Are these Trainers so skilled that they won't fall for a single trap?
However...
There were other traps.
Aya was thinking about what to do next.
Suddenly, she felt a movement behind her, very slight.
But her ninja instincts made her instantly alert.
Aya spun around abruptly, moving as fast as a startled cat.
She saw Roy standing right in the center of the main hall.
Aya was startled.
When did this person get in?
She hadn't noticed at all!
But Aya's reaction was swift.
Her surprise lasted less than half a second.
She immediately entered a combat stance.
"Hmph!"
Aya snorted coldly.
"To be able to make it here, I suppose you have some skill!"
"However!"
Aya reached for the ninja tool pouch at her waist.
"This is as far as you go!"
"Let me show you the prowess of the kunoichi of the darkness—Aya!"
No sooner had she spoken.
Aya suddenly threw a small sphere.
A smoke bomb.
The sphere hit the ground and exploded instantly.
Thick smoke quickly spread out.
The grayish-white smoke carried a pungent odor.
In the blink of an eye, it enveloped half of the main hall.
The smoke was so thick that one couldn't even see their own hand in front of their face.
Aya's figure vanished into the smoke.
This was her home turf.
The kunoichi of the darkness.
That title wasn't just for show.
Within the smoke, Aya began her performance.
She suddenly performed a Splash.
A standard ninja soaring posture.
Her body flipped in the air.
The hem of her ninja outfit billowed up during the flip.
Revealing a section of her fair waist.
Aya reached into her tool pouch once more.
This time, she pulled out Shuriken and tucked them between her fingers.
"Take this!"
Aya gave a sharp cry, and with a flick of her wrist, three Shuriken flew out.
They flew toward Roy in a triangular formation.
The Shuriken were not slow.
But in Roy's eyes... they were nothing special.
He didn't even move his feet.
He simply raised his right hand.
And waved it casually a couple of times.
His index and middle fingers precisely caught the first Shuriken.
His ring and pinky fingers caught the second one.
When the third one reached him, he tilted his head slightly.
The Shuriken whistled past his ear.
And embedded itself into the wooden wall behind him.
With a thud.
It sank deep into the wood.
Roy looked at the two Shuriken in his hand.
The craftsmanship wasn't bad.
The edges were sharp, and the weight was balanced.
A style specifically for ninjas.
He looked up, peering toward Aya in the smoke.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Nice Shuriken throwing."
"But your aim is a bit off."
Aya's voice came from within the smoke.
"Hmph! I'm not done yet!"
Her figure flickered in and out of sight within the smoke.
Constantly shifting positions.
This was a basic ninja movement technique.
Shadow Dance.
Using smoke and light to create visual afterimages.
Making it impossible for an opponent to lock onto her true position.
Aya's Shadow Dance was used quite skillfully.
It was clear she had put in the effort to practice.
But the problem remained.
She was an amateur.
Her footwork transitions were somewhat stiff.
There weren't enough afterimages.
If her opponent were an ordinary person, they might have been deceived.
But Roy had Aura.
Every movement of Aya's, every change in position.
He perceived them with crystal clarity.
It was like watching in slow motion.
However, Roy was in no hurry to strike.
He wanted to see what other tricks this mischievous girl had up her sleeve.
Within the smoke, Aya pulled out more Shuriken.
This time, there were five.
She took a deep breath.
Her body Splashed up again.
Aya swung her arm, and five Shuriken were fired simultaneously.
This time, the angles were even more tricky.
Cutting off any space to dodge left or right.
Aya was very confident in this move.
This was a secret technique she had practiced for a long time.
Five Flowers in Bloom.
Roy nodded slightly.
This move was indeed a bit stronger than before.
But only a little bit.
He raised his hand, activating his Psychic power, and an invisible force formed a barrier in front of him.
The five Shuriken flew to a position thirty centimeters in front of him.
The five Shuriken suddenly stopped, as if they had crashed into a mass of transparent glue.
Roy flicked his finger lightly.
The five Shuriken reversed direction, aiming straight at Aya in the smoke.
Their speed was even faster than when Aya had thrown them.
Aya's expression changed, and her body instinctively began to twist and dodge.
Her fundamentals were solid; her waist was as flexible as a snake, twisting left and right, leaning forward and backward.
The five Shuriken whistled past her body.
The closest one was only two centimeters from her shoulder.
Aya dodged them all and landed in a dashing posture.
Kneeling on one knee, with one hand supporting her on the ground.
Her other hand was tucked behind her back.
The hem of her ninja outfit fluttered down, covering her thighs.
She looked up, a smug smile on her face.
"Not bad, being able to catch my Shuriken!"
"But I am the kunoichi of the darkness—Aya!"
"Dodging your Shuriken is a piece of cake!"
As she spoke, her chin tilted up slightly.
Her eyes were bright and full of pride.
The smoke gradually dissipated.
The light in the main hall returned to normal.
The dim light of the paper lanterns re-illuminated the entire space.
Aya was still maintaining that dashing kneeling posture.
A smug smile hung on her lips.
But she noticed that Roy's gaze was a bit off.
This man was looking at her, his gaze scanning from top to bottom.
Very slowly, very carefully, as if he were admiring something.
The smile on his lips became even more apparent.
Aya froze for a moment, then she looked down at herself.
Her expression changed instantly.
Those five Shuriken indeed hadn't wounded her.
But they had sliced through her clothes.
At her chest, a gash had been cut into her ninja suit, extending from the collar all the way to below her breasts.
The fabric hung open on both sides, revealing the scenery within.
A white Sarashi was tightly wrapped around her chest.
But because the clothes were cut open, the edges of the Sarashi were exposed.
Along with the parts that the Sarashi couldn't completely cover.
Two mounds of fair flesh were squeezed into a deep cleavage by the Sarashi.
Heaving slightly with her breath.
The skin was very white and tender, with faint blue veins visible.
There was also a small black mole above her chest, in a very subtle position.
Right near her collarbone above her left breast.
Aya's face instantly turned bright red.
From her neck all the way to her ears.
She instinctively wanted to cover her chest.
But as her arm moved, she discovered a new problem.
Her pants had also been sliced open.
The side of her ninja pants had split from the top of her thigh down to her knee.
Her black lace panties were completely exposed.
The panties were a low-waist style.
Black, with delicate lace trim along the edges.
Semi-transparent, revealing the fair skin underneath.
Aya's buttocks weren't large, but they were well-shaped.
Rounded and perky.
The skin was as white as a peeled egg.
Against the black lace panties, the whiteness was even more striking.
Her thighs were also very white, having been shielded from the sun by her ninja outfit for so long.
They were almost excessively white.
Roy's gaze lingered on Aya for a few seconds.
He didn't shy away at all.
He even nodded, his expression quite serious.
As if he were admiring a piece of art.
Aya's figure was indeed quite good.
Although she wasn't tall, her proportions were excellent.
Slender waist, firm chest, and perky buttocks.
She had curves where she should and was slim where she needed to be.
And her skin was truly white.
The body wrapped within the ninja suit was well-maintained.
So tender it looked like it could be bruised by a touch.
Aya finally reacted and let out a scream.
"Kya!"
She sprang up from the ground.
One hand covered her chest while the other reached down to pull her pants together.
But the tear in her clothes was too large.
If she covered the top, the bottom was exposed.
If she pulled the bottom, the top hung open.
She was in a frantic mess.
The more she tried, the more chaotic it became.
Her face was so red it looked like it could bleed.
Her eyes glared at Roy, filled with both shame and anger.
"You... you... YOU!!!"
"You pervert!!"
"Who... who taught you to use Shuriken like that!!!"
Her voice cracked, tinged with a sob, both furious and anxious.
Roy shrugged.
"You dodged them yourself."
"The Shuriken I threw weren't aimed at those places."
Aya gnashed her teeth in rage.
This man's gaze was too insolent.
He was staring straight at her without any concealment.
And his expression...
That faint appreciation, tinged with playfulness.
As if saying—Hmm, not bad.
This was even more humiliating than a lecherous gaze.
At least a lecherous gaze would mean the other person was captivated by her.
But this man's gaze...
Was like an emperor choosing a concubine, judging her from a superior position.
Aya's shame turned into fury.
"Dammit!!"
She gritted her teeth.
Her right foot kicked off the ground forcefully.
Her body shot toward Roy like an arrow from a bow.
The tears in her ninja suit fluttered in the wind.
Revealing large patches of fair skin.
Her black lace panties flickered in and out of sight.
She rushed in front of Roy.
Her body Splashed up.
Her right leg was raised high.
A standard Jump Kick, with her toes pointed straight at Roy's face.
She was wearing white ninja socks, which were very thin.
Wrapping around her slender ankles and calves.
The outline of her ankle bones was visible.
This kick was both fast and fierce.
It was clear that Aya was genuinely enraged.
She wanted to kick him right in the face and send this pervert flying.
But when her toes were still twenty centimeters from Roy's face.
They suddenly stopped.
Roy had raised his right hand.
He accurately pinched Aya's ankle.
His five fingers closed around her slender ankle.
Aya's ankle was very thin.
Roy could completely wrap his hand around it; he didn't squeeze hard.
But it was steady, like an iron clamp.
Aya lost her balance, her hands waving wildly in the air.
"You... let go of me!"
Aya struggled, but her struggling only made her even more unbalanced.
She began to fall backward.
Roy took the opportunity to flip his wrist.
Aya's body spun a hundred and eighty degrees in the air.
Changing from facing upward to being upside down.
Roy was still holding her by the ankle, dangling her in mid-air.
This posture...
Aya's ninja pants already had a large tear.
Now that she was upside down, the fabric slid down due to gravity.
The black lace was completely exposed, and her entire beautiful buttocks were revealed.
Dazzlingly white under the dim light.
The back part was only a narrow strip.
Rounded and perky, like two freshly steamed white buns.
The skin was tight and smooth without a trace of excess fat; one could see the fine downy hair on her buttocks.
The visual impact was very strong.
And...
Because of the upside-down posture, her legs were spread apart.
The fabric of her panties was pulled tight.
Clinging tightly to her body, one could even see...
Aya's body.
Clean and youthful, with a faint fragrance.
It wasn't the scent of perfume, but the scent of her body itself.
Mixed with a hint of sweat and a unique body fragrance.
This scent wafted into Roy's nose.
Aya was completely stunned.
She was being held upside down.
Blood rushed to her head.
Her face turned bright red.
She could feel that her panties were completely exposed.
She could feel that man's gaze falling on her buttocks.
That gaze was hot, as if it were something tangible.
Roy's lips curled up as he looked at Aya, who was dangling upside down in his hand.
This posture was perfect.
Under the dim light, Aya's buttocks glowed white.
Roy's gaze lingered for a few seconds, then he spoke softly.
"Time for some education."
Before Aya could react to what those words meant.
Roy opened his palm, fingers together, and then—Smack!
A solid slap landed squarely on Aya's buttocks.
The sound was crisp and loud, echoing through the empty hall.
Aya froze completely.
This man... this man actually slapped her buttocks?!
In all her years, no one had ever dared to treat her like this!
Aya's eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing.
For a moment, she didn't even know what to say.
"You... you dare to hit me?"
Aya's voice was trembling.
Half from pain, half from anger.
But Roy completely ignored her protest.
Another slap.
This time it landed on the other buttock cheek.
The palm print was clearly visible.
Aya's buttocks were naturally tender, her skin as thin as paper.
Like cinnabar dots on white porcelain.
It was a startling sight.
"Let me go! You bastard!"
Aya began to struggle violently.
Her legs kicked wildly, her body twisting.
But in this posture, she couldn't exert any strength at all.
Roy's hand holding her ankle didn't budge, further secured by his Psychic power.
Aya's struggling only made her body sway more violently.
Roy's gaze narrowed slightly.
And then again.
Three consecutive slaps.
Very fast and with plenty of force.
"Ah! It hurts!"
Aya finally cried out.
There was a sob in her voice.
She could feel a burning pain on her buttocks.
Like it was being scorched by fire.
And... there was also a strange sensation she couldn't identify.
Aya bit her lip, desperately trying to hold it in.
But Roy's education continued.
Alternating left and right.
With a clear rhythm.
Aya's tears finally fell.
"Don't... don't hit me anymore..."
Aya's voice carried a plea.
"I was wrong... I was wrong..."
She began to beg for mercy, her voice intermittent.
"I shouldn't... I shouldn't have played tricks on you with traps..."
"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."
"Please stop hitting me..."
Roy stopped his hand and looked at Aya's swollen buttocks.
He nodded in satisfaction.
One last slap as a finale.
With more force than any of the previous ones.
Aya's body shuddered violently.
Then Roy let go.
Aya fell to the ground.
"Ah!"
She cried out; she didn't fall hard, but this posture made her land on her buttocks first.
Her recently slapped buttocks hitting the floor.
Made her grimace in pain.
Aya curled up on the ground, her ninja outfit in tatters, looking extremely pathetic.
Roy paid her no more attention.
He turned around and walked over to the wooden plank wall beside the main hall.
He casually waved his hand a few times.
The planks shattered upon impact, revealing a large hole.
"Misty, Delia, you can come over now!"
After a dozen seconds or so.
Misty and Delia's figures appeared at the opening.
The two of them slowly made their way inside.
"Roy! Are you okay?"
Misty shouted as soon as she entered.
Then she saw the scene in the hall.
The smoke hadn't completely dissipated yet.
Grayish-white mist enveloped half of the hall.
Shuriken were scattered on the floor.
Along with shredded clothing fabric.
And then...
She saw Aya curled up on the ground.
Misty's eyes widened instantly.
Aya was struggling to stand up.
Her hands supported her on the ground as her body leaned forward.
This posture left her chest completely exposed.
And because of her earlier struggling and fall, the Sarashi had completely shifted.
Leaving half of a breast entirely exposed to the air.
Looking further down.
Her pants were completely split open.
Her black lace panties hung crookedly on her hips.
Misty's mind buzzed.
She looked at Aya's miserable state, then at the surrounding smoke that hadn't fully cleared.
What's going on? Has some massive battle taken place?