Chapter 92
When the girl asked Kenshin for advice on who to train first to pass on the knowledge. Kenshin suddenly suggested his own candidate.
- What? Do you have time to show all these techniques to everyone individually? - Kasumi asked in surprise.
- I can impart knowledge to anyone in a very short time. Just like I showed you the weapons from my world.
- Wow! Can you show me anything else? Your world is so cool! - Kasumi whispered with burning eyes, losing all her fighting spirit. She didn't feel like a strong kunoichi with Kenshin, but like a little girl who wanted affection.
- I can, but only if you show me 'something else' too," he whispered slyly in her ear.
- Fool..." she said in a whisper, and blushed a little.
Kenshin then told his sons to return to their regular training, and headed next door with Kasumi to learn the Nara clan's taijutsu himself.
Kenshin spent the next few hours trying to attack the dodgy girl, but ended up on the floor each time. She had volunteered to wear the chakra suppression cuffs so the training wouldn't turn into a circus.
First of all, she showed him the extremely tricky elements of deception, evasion, and counterattack. All of these techniques required great flexibility, and incredible coordination, which Kenshin had little trouble with. He could easily memorise any move, but could not repeat it immediately.
Kenshin groaned heavily as he hit the floor again, and said: - Ooooh, that's enough for today.
- I told you an hour ago that it was time to rest, but you're so mean! - Kasumi said indignantly, and helped him up.
- And you're such an affectionate girl..." he whispered, and hugged her gently, kissing her on the lips.
- Hmpf! - Kasumi snorted, and turned away. But even so, it was noticeable that she was blushing.
- Let's go freshen up a bit. - Kenshin said with a smile, and rubbing his sore spots, went to the first floor.
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The next week flew by almost imperceptibly, and each day was similar to the previous one. Everyone had breakfast in the morning, and then started training hard. By the 193rd day, Kenshin's body was bare, so by the 195th day, he had finally improved his exosuit, making it a little more durable so that it could easily withstand a second-story fall or a half-strength punch from Genin.
After the exosuit was refined, the training was more productive. Kenshin had enough energy for two hours of active training and constant beatings from a barely restrained kunoichi. At the same time, Kenshin was learning to operate at speeds several times faster than without the suit. At first his body refused to adjust to the new rhythm, but by evening he could fend off half of Kasumi's weakened lunges, and avoid half of her clever grabs.
Natsumi and Aya gave birth on the next 196th day, giving Kenshin two babies, the Thirteenth and Fourteenth respectively. Both of them had a talent score of 21, which made the young parents happy.
On this day, Kasumi was as on pins and needles and was very much involved in the delivery of her two friends' babies. She knew she would be next, for her tummy was no longer so flat. When two little bald lumps came into the world, the girl couldn't contain her shivers as she imagined that she would be giving birth to her babies very soon.
After the birth of his two sons, Kenshin gained another twelfth level, and allocated a free ability point to the "Talented Offspring" skill, and looked up his "status"
Name: Nakayama Kenshin
Age: 21
Level: 12
Class: Patriarch
Available: 0 skill points
Skills:
Harem Ruler ( MAX )
Patriarch's Will ( MAX )
Patriarch's Mind ( MAX )
Talented Offspring [8th level]
Creating Sanctuary [Level 3]
Creating Formations [Level 4]
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"I wonder how talented the baby will be from Kasumi, who is already a very strong kunoichi of Chunin rank...?" - He pondered, hoping that the next son would finally be born with a talent above thirty, and when realising his potential, would have no problem becoming a jounin.
The next day, 197th, was the last day Kasumi would be directly involved in training. Kenshin had arranged for a lighter workout, without any jumps or acrobatic stunts.
He had already memorised almost every element of the Nara clan's taijutsu, and was 60% proficient in the style. By Kasumi's estimation, his progress was on par with a twelve year old Genin who had just graduated from the academy. Kenshin wasn't discouraged, and planned to slowly hone his skills, focusing not on attacking, but on avoiding any damage.
In the evening, shortly before dinner, Kenshin invited Twelfth into his office and quickly awakened his sharingan. This procedure was surprisingly easy for Kenshin, and caused only a slight migraine. He trained his brain every day, and the results were not long in coming.
Kenshin was in a good mood and decided to organise his knowledge of the Nara clan's taijutsu so that he could transfer the information into his sons' heads in the future. It was a laborious process, so after half an hour of hard work, Kenshin felt as if his brain was jelly instead of brain.
He walked with difficulty to the dining room, ordered his sons juicy steaks with jacket potatoes and a copious vat of blue sage tea, and moved tiredly to the first floor. After ordering dinner for the girls, he struggled to keep himself conscious and headed for his room, ordering them not to disturb him until morning.
The girls only clapped their eyes in a daze, seeing Kenshin in such a state for the first time. They wanted to ask him what had happened, but they couldn't resist the order, so they could only worry.
In the morning, Kenshin felt exhausted and broken. He struggled to shower, put on clean clothes, and headed for the kitchen, where the girls were anxiously waiting for him.
- Ah! Kenshin, honey, what's wrong? - Aya said excitedly, jumping up to him.
The other girls also noticed their husband's sickly appearance. He had huge bags under his eyes and his whole face looked as if he had not slept for a week.
- It's okay, it's okay. I just misjudged my strength. I'll be more careful from now on. - He answered, and tried to smile.
Thirty minutes of active brainwork under a hundredfold focus was taking its toll. In the twelfth minute he felt a little tired, but he didn't think much of it. In the end, those thirty minutes were like fifty hours of unfocused work for him.
- Stop looking at me like that. Let's eat. - Kenshin said with a smile, and affectionately stroked the two babies sitting in the child seats. They looked at their father with great interest, and laughed merrily when he showed signs of affection.
The girls made no further enquiries, and began to eat their breakfast.