IS and Sekire Brave New World: Rewrite

by Kerlongsj Evert Orlejov

An idea that I got from a Discord Server and that I couldn't let go. Let's see how far this goes and what we'll get ourselves into. It's the same story as the original. When Ichika gets sent to the ISA, a message from an old friend rekindles an old friendship, and the paths of different pasts, lead to a brighter future. But the present is going to be one rocky ride.

6. Ghost of the Navigator AI

Here we go again. It's going to be quite the chapter to get this through. Forty-eight pages and close to 24K words. This is going to be a trip.

I hope you all are going to like this rewrite.

It has already proven to be more than the original with extra additions, and something tells me it'll expand even further.

There's also the fact that CHAT GTP can't handle anything PG13. So that is on me to bring over.

I kept other stuff from the original chapter.

This was written nearly a year after I started this writing.

I have also decided to split this into two chapters. 24K words is one thing, but this would push 30K.

That's just a bit too much.

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Take my heart and set it free

Carried forward by the waves

Nowhere left to run, navigator's son

Chasing rainbows all my days

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Original upload date

Chapter 12: 04/11/2019

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Minato wasn't sure if leaving the place now was the best course of action. By dedicating so much time to Ichika, he had inadvertently neglected his Sekirei, a mistake he wasn't prepared to continue making. So, as he boarded the train, he was determined to ensure his 'true' wife was content.

In a departure from her usual attire, Tsukiumi donned a blue sundress that beautifully accentuated her eyes. She complemented the dress with sandals and a stylish summer hat, white and chic.

Chiho had played a significant role in this transformation, turning heads since they walked down the street. Unsurprisingly, the presence of Chiho, Uzume, and Kazehana sparked a palpable desire among the other Sekirei, but that was a story for another time.

Meanwhile, Musubi would take care of Kusano, offering her the kind of attention only she could provide. Given Miko Sekirei's nurturing nature, Matsu was confident that not only would she excel in her role but also that all of them had the potential to be excellent mothers.

On the train, they settled in for the long journey ahead. Traveling from Tokyo, or Shinto Teito as it was now known, to Okinawa would take them approximately six hours. Tsukiumi had always been fond of Okinawa, packing her belongings with the same careful consideration as Minato.

Departing at the crack of dawn, they found the world enveloped in serenity. Accustomed to rising early, Minato braved the initial discomfort with a sense of resilience. They planned to catch their breakfast later on.

As the train meandered through the countryside, Tsukiumi drifted off to sleep, her head resting on Minato's shoulder.

Over time, she had become more tender, a change that Minato had come to cherish. Unlike their usual careful planning, this time, they hadn't packed condoms, symbolizing their readiness to embrace parenthood whenever it happened. After all, the decision to conceive was not solely in their hands.

Despite this readiness, it had been a while since Minato and Tsukiumi had been intimate. The Water Maiden's longing for her Ashikabi's touch was palpable, and she intended to make the most of their time together.

Understanding the depth of her desire, Minato knew it was time to reconsider their path, perhaps.

Their journey required a change at Kagoshima Chūō Station, a place some likened to the Naples of the Eastern world, though Minato felt indifferent about it. Their next leg to Hakata Station promised to be lengthy, but the anticipation of what awaited made it worthwhile.

Throughout, Tsukiumi remained asleep, her serene expression captivating Minato. Unable to resist, he gently kissed her; she responded with a smile, though she did not awaken. Inspired by her tranquility, Minato succumbed to sleep, finding comfort on her shoulder.

There was, after all, no better place to rest than on a train, lulled by the rhythmic motion and the warmth of a loved one.

Unless, of course, you woke up precisely when you needed to disembark.

Blearily, Minato's gaze shifted to the sign outside the window, requiring a double-take to confirm they had arrived at their destination. Kagoshima Chūō Station greeted them with its bustling energy.

"Tsukiumi, hey, Tsukiumi. Wake up," Minato urged gently, nudging her awake.

Fluttering her eyes open, Tsukiumi looked up at him, confusion momentarily clouding her features. "Minato, what is the matter?" she inquired, her voice tinged with sleepiness yet undeniably adorable.

"We've arrived. We need to change trains," he explained. As she leaned forward to see past him, Minato became acutely aware of her closeness, catching him off guard.

"Indeed. Let's make our way," Tsukiumi agreed promptly, her tone shifting to one of resolve.

Traveling light, they quickly gathered their belongings and exited the train. The brisk walk through the station was a much-needed energy after their early start.

Discovering that their connecting train on line 14 was delayed brought an unexpected relief. Their stomachs, growling in unison, were more than ready for the meal Tsukiumi had thoughtfully packed.

"Itadakimasu," they declared in unison, beginning their meal with gratitude. The morning rush seemed to ebb around them, with most of the hustle and bustle directed towards other trains. This moment of calm amidst the journey's chaos was something Minato always cherished.

City life had always held a certain allure for Minato, though he was less enthusiastic about the crowded trains. However, as he and Tsukiumi boarded, they found the train sufficiently spacious to allow them to sit comfortably.

Tsukiumi, now fully awake and bubbly with excitement, shared her plans with Minato. "And we can swim and see stuff and play games and have fun and..." Her enthusiasm was infectious, though Minato was aware that the other Sekirei, including Kusano and Musubi, might seize the opportunity to make their outing into quite the spectacle.

Smiling at her eagerness, Minato thought of a gentle way to temper her excitement. "Easy there, Tsukiumi. We can't have too much fun on the beach," he interjected softly.

She paused, looking at him with wide, curious eyes. "How would we have the energy to have fun at night? Unless you want to sleep," he added, a playful twinkle in his eye.

The blush that spread across Tsukiumi's cheeks was nothing short of endearing. Seizing the moment, Minato gently pulled her into his lap, finding joy in the ease with which he could tease her. She was charming in her bashfulness.

"And I don't want to do it on the beach," she stiffened at his suggestion.

"That would be shameless," Minato responded, a smile playing on his lips as he observed her reaction.

"Indeed, it would be," she agreed, her earlier tension melting away in the warmth of their mutual understanding.

Following this exchange, a comfortable silence enveloped them.

They sat there, simply basking in each other's company, content and at peace with their feelings. The world around them faded into the background, leaving only the connection they shared at that moment.

"Well, there is a sight for sore eyes." The sound of a familiar voice caused Minato to turn, locking eyes with Shigi Haruka—a former ronin like himself, now a fellow student at Todai and similarly an Ashikabi.

Behind Shigi, she timidly stood Kuno, the Song Bird Sekirei, seeking refuge behind her Ashikabi's presence.

"Hey, Haruka. Kuno," Minato greeted them warmly. Beside him, Tsukiumi offered a respectful bow, which Kuno shyly returned as their gazes met.

"What brings you guys here?" Shigi inquired, referencing the countless times Minato had returned to his aid in their more tumultuous days.

"Headed to the beach, and judging by your outfits, I'm guessing you two are on a similar path?" Minato observed, to which Shigi nodded in confirmation.

"In any case, Minato, would you mind if we joined you? Traveling together is always more enjoyable," Shigi proposed, his tone hopeful.

Minato hesitated, valuing his private time with Tsukiumi, but recognized the comfort in Shigi's familiar company. With a glance at Tsukiumi, who gave a subtle nod of approval, he welcomed them.

"Be my guest," Minato replied as Shigi stowed their bags overhead and took a seat, with Kuno settling opposite Tsukiumi. Minato casually draped his arm around Tsukiumi's shoulders while Kuno found a spot on Shigi's lap.

"So, taking a break, too?" Minato floated the question, light and conversational.

"Indeed, it was time my husband made room for us to enjoy a bit of leisure," Tsukiumi declared, her words tinged with a mix of jest and affection, eliciting a blush from Minato and a soft giggle from Kuno.

She and Shigi were far more relaxed about their relationship dynamics, not strictly adhering to traditional roles, allowing for a more fluid connection.

This was perhaps easier for them to navigate, considering Shigi had only Kuno to focus on, who was quite the handful on her own.

"Well, look who the cat dragged in," came a third voice, rich with familiarity, proving that coincidences were more common than they thought.

"Oosumi, it's been a while," Shigi greeted, his tone laced with amusement at the sight of the Ashikabi who had bonded with the Sekirei, often seen as Musubi's sister.

Kaho, deviating from her usual attire, had opted for a more casual look with blue shorts and a white shirt, blending in with the crowd.

Minato couldn't help but marvel at the change, considering Musubi's reluctance to part with her traditional Miko outfit, though she occasionally swapped it for regular clothes.

Most of the time, however, she preferred her familiar garb. Oosumi was dressed casually in a black shirt and green Bermuda shorts, a departure from his usual jeans.

"So, we're not the only ones heading out, huh? What did I tell you, Kaho?" Oosumi remarked, earning a resigned sigh from his Sekirei. Kaho seemed to ponder why she had agreed to this, anticipating the exhaustion she'd likely feel the next day.

"Hey, Minato," Oosumi called out, greeting the Northern Ashikabi with a nod. Their friendship had seen them through various gatherings, often at the inn, making this unexpected reunion all the more noteworthy.

It had been some time since they had all found themselves in one place like this.

The last gathering of such magnitude occurred during Kaho and Oosumi's wedding celebration at the inn. It wasn't just Minato and his group; Shigi and Kuno, Takano and Namiji, Jin and Yashima, Yukari, and Shiina, along with Seo and his twin Sekirei, accompanied by their four sons and Takami, had all been in attendance.

Was it a lively party? Absolutely. They indulged in the festivities with zest.

The night they have evolved into a memorable one, with all the 'younger' attendees unanimously concluding that alcohol might not have been the best idea. As the evening wound down, they found comfort in the most convenient spaces available, staying overnight and embracing the camaraderie such occasions foster.

Not that they had sex as they were all too tired for that, with the notable exception of Kaho and Oosumi, who were allowed because they were married by human custom.

Kaho emerged with a lively twinkle in her eye and a spring in her step, while Oosumi was all smiles, clearly in good spirits.

The men didn't probe for details, though Jin couldn't resist a chuckle, marveling at how Minato managed his lively household. Given his demanding job, how he kept up was a wonder, but it had been some time since their last get-together.

"Oosumi, come and sit," Minato invited, as Oosumi hoisted his bag into the overhead compartment before taking a seat. Their presence was an unexpected delight.

"So, you're off to the beach as well?" Oosumi inquired, sharing a knowing look with the two couples, who responded with a chuckle. Kaho settled onto Oosumi's lap, her shy smile betraying her contentment. Glancing around, she seemed to search for familiar faces.

"Don't bother looking for them, Kaho. It's just Minato and us on this trip. The others stayed back," Tsukiumi explained, noting Kaho's disappointment. They had all enjoyed the beach together before.

"That's a pity," she remarked, having hoped to encounter her rival again, yet not allowing it to dampen her spirits. Now, en route to the beach, she was already amidst friends.

"Don't fret," Minato reassured. "You're always welcome. Has anything been up with you lately, Oosumi? It's been a while."

Oosumi responded with a laugh, affectionately kissing Kaho's neck. "Life, as we all know it," he quipped.

"Agreed," came the collective acknowledgment from the group, settling into a comfortable exchange of small talk. They shared updates on their lives, reflecting on the passage of time and how they navigated their journeys.

Oosumi had made room for Kaho to settle in comfortably beside him, mirroring how they used to be, while Shigi had done the same with Kuno.

As the day progressed, the girls' appetites grew, signaling it was time for the Ashikabi to search for something to eat.

Rising to the occasion, the men stood up, ready to take on the task. Shigi glanced back at the two, ensuring they were a reasonable distance away and well out of earshot before he spoke.

"Guys, I've been thinking about this trip. What's your main goal?" Minato initiated, casting a questioning look toward Oosumi.

Exchanging a meaningful glance with Minato, Oosumi nodded, acknowledging the shared sentiment.

"I believe we're all here with a similar intention," he confessed, the longing for quality time with his wife evident in his voice.

Sensing a consensus, Minato proposed, "How about we enjoy the beach in our ways then? Separate paths for a bit?"

The suggestion was met with unanimous agreement. Despite their camaraderie, each man yearned for exclusive moments with their beloved Sekirei.

Returning with coffee and pastries, they found their partners eagerly awaiting.

The Sekirei expressed no objections to the choice of refreshments, happily indulging as the group resumed their lively conversations, savoring the simple pleasure of each other's company amidst the anticipation of personal moments to come.

Upon disembarking from the train, they gathered their belongings and headed to the hotel. The accommodations were modest—a simple bedroom with an en suite bathroom—yet ideally suited for their needs.

The plan was clear: the hotel was merely a place for rest, perhaps some relaxation, but most importantly, it was a private space for intimate moments.

The moment they entered the room and caught sight of the bed, Minato and Tsukiumi exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging the anticipation of the moments they would share. The concern of disturbing the neighbors was non-existent.

Kuno and Shigi were next door on one side, and Kaho and Oosumi on the other, embarking on similar retreats.

Later, Minato and Tsukiumi ventured to the beach, a place with a special allure for Tsukiumi.

Surrounded by her element, she felt a profound connection to the water, drawing energy and serenity from its vast expanse. Before settling down, they changed into their beachwear, with Minato securing a spot under a parasol, laying out two towels in anticipation.

Oosumi and Shigi, each finding their spots along the beach, acknowledged Minato with a nod of solidarity.

Kaho opted for a practical black one-piece swimsuit resembling athletic wear, while Kuno chose a modest white ensemble that suited her shy demeanor.

Minato waited patiently, the anticipation building until he heard Tsukiumi clear her throat, signaling her readiness to join him. The Northern Ashikabi turned, eager to see Tsukiumi and to embark together on the day's beachside adventure.

He heard a polite, slight cough.

"Minato, I am ready," Tsukiumi announced, her voice cutting through the coastal air with anticipation and confidence. As Minato turned to face her, the effect was precisely what Chiho had hinted at: jaw-dropping.

Minato was speechless, his gaze fixed on the black bikini adorning his Water Sekirei. Tsukiumi stood before him, embodying the essence of regal allure, her figure accentuated perfectly by the attire.

While the Sekirei were all beautiful and sexy as hell to look at, there was even more.

It wasn't just the swimsuit that captivated him; it was Tsukiumi herself, who, while always carrying an air of beauty and strength, now exuded an unparalleled blend of sensuality and charm.

The transformation wasn't solely in her choice of swimwear. Departing from her usual hairstyle, Tsukiumi had styled her hair into twin ponytails, adding layers of cuteness to her already striking appearance.

This particular style brought back memories for Minato, reminiscent of their playful mud fight—an occasion that lingered fondly in his mind, not just for the fun they had.

He was just dressed in dark swimsuit trunks, and some bits of him wanted to drag her along and fuck her brains out right now.

"Minato. How do I look?" Tsukiumi's voice carried a note of shyness, her usual confidence tempered by a genuine desire for his approval.

Her vulnerability, a rare glimpse into her softer side, only heightened her allure in Minato's eyes.

"Do you want my honest opinion, Tsukiumi?" he asked, his tone gentle, recognizing the moment's significance. She nodded, her gaze slightly lowered, bracing herself for his words yet hoping for nothing but acceptance.

"Yes. I want to know what my Ashikabi thinks of me," she affirmed, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with anticipation.

Feeling a sudden dryness in his mouth, Minato licked his lips before speaking. The pause was filled with a tangible tension, a moment stretching between them as he gathered his thoughts.

"You look so sexy and so cute right now."

He finally said, the sincerity in his voice unmistakable.

The immediate blush that painted Tsukiumi's cheeks was a vivid testament to the impact of his words, a delicate shade of pink that spoke volumes of her delight and bashfulness.

If Tsukiumi were to comment, she would have noted that Minato's face mirrored her own, adorned with a blush as intense as a red light, signaling the depth of his earnest affection and perhaps a hint of his vulnerability.

"Thank you," she whispered her gratitude as much for his honesty as for the shared moment between them.

Gently, she took her place beside him, their bodies brushing lightly as they settled down.

Content to bask in each other's company, they opted to spend a few moments warming up under the sun before venturing into the embracing waves.

Sitting close, their proximity was a comfort, an easy silence enveloping them. They were perfectly at ease, the world beyond their small sanctuary on the beach momentarily forgotten.

You get used to the stares when you're dating a race of super-hot aliens.

"Hey, Tsukiumi? May I ask you something?" Minato ventured, his tone hinting at a mix of curiosity and affection.

Turning towards her Ashikabi, Tsukiumi nodded, her action accompanied by a tender peck on his cheek. "You can ask me anything, my Ashikabi," she assured him, her voice soft yet firm, a testament to their bond.

He smiled warmly at her gesture and, feeling a bit playful, returned the favor with a gentle kiss of his own. "Who inspired you to style your hair in those twin tails? And... the whole look?" he inquired, though he had suspicions about this inspiration's source.

"Chiho suggested I try it out like this," Tsukiumi revealed, confirming his hunch.

Minato smirked at the revelation, shaking his head slightly. "I should have guessed — that clever little minx of an Ashikabi," he mused, his admiration for Chiho's influence apparent.

He made a mental note to express his gratitude to Chiho later. For the moment, though, his focus remained solely on Tsukiumi, his cherished tsundere, as they sat together on the beach, comfortably ensconced in each other's company, utterly indifferent to the curious glances they attracted.

Shigi and his Sekirei, Kuno, observed the unfolding scene with amusement and intrigue, particularly entertained by how the human girls were unabashedly giving their companions a piece of their minds.

Shigi exchanged a knowing glance from a distance with Oosumi, who had Kaho comfortably seated in his lap. Ashikabi's couldn't suppress their grins, a silent acknowledgment of the humorous spectacle before them.

Kuno and Kaho, each stunning in their own right, might have easily been the center of attention under different circumstances.

Yet, their presence paled compared to Tsukiumi's, whose mere aura commanded the beach.

What amused Shigi and Oosumi was Minato and Tsukiumi's complete unawareness of the dynamics around them. Engrossed in their world, they remained blissfully oblivious to the ripples their interactions sent through their group of friends.

This mutual distraction wasn't just a testament to the deep bond between Minato and Tsukiumi; it also highlighted the unique camaraderie among the Ashikis and their Sekirei, each couple wrapped in their own little world.

So when they turned to their Ashikabi, Kuno to Haruka, and Oosumi with Kaho, both Sekirei planted a kiss on the lips of their Ashikabi. The good thing was that they could make out with your lover when the attention was not on you.

Kuno and Haruka released each other for breaths and kissed shortly and quickly. More often than not, their lips met in different places. Not that either minded that interaction.

Kaho was now taking her Ashikabi tongue in her mouth, moaning at it when she couldn't help but enjoy the touch of his arms on her hips. They were there and didn't go anywhere else.

The spectacle unfolding on the beach wasn't just a source of entertainment for the Sekirei and their Ashikabis; it had also caught the attention of bystanders.

Among them, a young couple perched at a nearby table observed the lively scene with interest. The girl, clad in a modest white bikini, exuded an air of innocence, her fair skin contrasting sharply with her companion's sun-kissed complexion.

The boy, barely into his teens and flaunting the tanned skin typical of southern dwellers, watched the beachgoers with an amused gaze.

"Does this happen often around here?" the girl inquired, her long, purple hair cascading down her back, stopping just short of the ground.

Her companion flashed a knowing grin, his eyes still fixed on the distant festivities.

"You'd be surprised at how frequent these gatherings are. But," he said, turning to face her with a look of earnest affection, "I see no reason to pay them any mind when I have you."

The girl's cheeks flushed with a warm blush, her eyes lighting up at his words. Just then, a whistle cut through their conversation, followed by the chuckle of approval from behind the boy.

"Smooth," came a voice as a group of four bachelors settled nearby, resuming their card game. Though they occasionally stole glances at the girl, they had no intention of intruding on the young couple's moment.

A short distance from the lively interactions, an older man found solace on the beach, lying back with his eyes shut, fully immersed in the serene sounds of the waves crashing onto the shore. This tranquility, he mused, was not just blissful but downright heavenly.

His skin was pale, starkly contrasting to the vibrant beach scene, and he wore a white cap to shield his face from the sun's rays. Disturbed from his peaceful reverie by a gentle nudge, he opened his eyes to meet the gaze of a woman whose striking resemblance to Tsukiumi was uncanny.

A weary "What?" escaped his lips, his tone more curious than annoyed. The woman silently gestured towards a particular scene unfolding nearby.

Turning his attention in the indicated direction, Mattheus witnessed a rather amusing sight: several men, metaphorically torn apart by their female companions. It seemed some would end the day less jubilantly than they had hoped.

"Why did you wake me for this?" he queried, his voice tinged with amusement and bemusement. The woman, unfazed by his question, shook her head.

"Mattheus, just wondering. Would you be so easily swayed?" she probed, her inquiry playful yet laden with deeper meaning.

In response, Mattheus's actions spoke louder than words. With a swift movement, he pulled her close, her surprise manifesting in a soft eep as she felt his arms wrap securely around her waist. His gaze locked onto hers, a blend of affection and challenge in his eyes.

"You really think I'd be that easily swayed? After everything we've been through," he countered, his smile broadening at her visible flush. The moment between them was charged with a mix of history, affection, and the unspoken strength of their bond.

"Natasha, you're a keeper. Letting you go is not on my list." She smiled as she dropped next to the guy and kissed him on the cheek.

"I hear you, big guy."

While Minato and Tsukiumi were bonding, they got the attention of some beach boys, who happened to be humans.

"Well, you look at that. It's her," one guy was looking at Tsukiumi in the black bikini. Some other dude followed as he was also drooling over Tsukiumi's beauty.

"She's so hot that I can dive in!" another dude said.

"I, for one, will go to ask this pretty blonde girl out on a date," another one of those guys on the beach declared. Which, of course, caused the competition between some other dudes except Haruka and Oosumi.

"Not if I ask her first!"

"No way! I saw her first!"

Unbeknownst to them, some female beach girls were not happy with the boys for drooling over Tsukiumi as the human girls' jealousy grew.

"Argh! What pigs!" the beach girls thought about their male partners.

However, the beach boys' joys were short-lived. They were witnessing Tsukiumi with Minato, the man she seemed to date in their eyes.

"What the?!" one of the beach dudes gasped.

"It can't be! What the hell is that about?!" another dude was pissed over Minato being with the beautiful blonde woman in Tsukiumi.

"It's that Northern Ashikabi!" The other dude gritted his teeth out of sheer jealousy.

"He may not look much. But according to the article, he was able to win the Sekirei Plan and triumph over that jerk, Hiroto Minaka," one guy said.

'They must have read the newspaper or something like that,' Minato thought.

"Why art thou staring off into space? Thou hast no needeth to worry. Let's go," Tsukiumi said. Then, she was holding her husband's hand.

"Huh, um…okay," Minato's feeling too stunned for words. I can't blame the young man for being related to such a beautiful woman.

"Now that gal is holding his hand," one beach guy said.

"Oh, the jealousy!" another beach guy added.

"Oh, the misery!" The other beach dude followed.

"Why couldn't that be me?" All the beach dudes cried in unison.

"They must be engaged or something," another beach dude continued.

"That lucky bastard," one guy commented in a manly, tearful tone.

"This sucks," Another guy put his five cents on that.

"Um...Tsukiumi," Minato said in his nervous state.

"Prey, speak," Tsukiumi replied.

"I'm sorry for all of this," Minato responds, still nervous.

"It's not thy fault, Minato. I do wonder why they say this," Tsukiumi wondered.

"Well...it's..." Minato felt a little uneasy with the beach guys glaring at the Ashikabi of the North in a jealous rage. "It's because you're such a beauty?"

Hoping he doesn't trigger his water Sekirei's anger, Tsukiumi makes a vow that nothing terrible will happen to him.

"Fear not, Minato. Thou don't have to worry about them. This is our date, after all. If anyone dares to oppose thee, shall be washed away," Tsukiumi assured her husband that everything would be all right.

"Okay? Thank you, Tsukiumi," Minato thanked his date for making him feel secure. With that, Tsukiumi took his hand with her to enjoy their date.

One of the jealous beach guys continued to glare at Minato for having a hot-looking babe to himself; then, suddenly, out of the blue, the beach female made her glare at the guy.

"Hey, what are you flirting with that other girl for, dumbass?" One of the beach girls who wears the red swimsuit asked to one beach guy in her jealous tone.

"Shut up. I'm trying to make a way to..." Then, the next thing he knew, he saw the beach girl who had been glaring at him from behind this whole time. This put him in a predicament as he was sweating on his face. 'Uh-oh.' Then he spoke..."Uhh...hello, babe. I was checking out...". Before he can finish, the girl cuts him off.

"Save it. I'm leaving," The beach girl stormed away from the dude running towards her.

"Wait! It's not what it looks like!" the beach guy said while continuing his pursuit of her.

But he's not the only one in a predicament; the other beach guys previously jealous of Minato are also in trouble with their female partners.

One other beach girl in the blue bikini dragged her male partner by the ear. Another girl ignored one of the other beach guys, who was begging for her forgiveness for not paying attention to her.

Some other human beach girls weren't pleased with their male human partners for drooling over Tsukiumi.

"Hmph!" pissed another beach girl in the white bikini that was jealous of her partner flirting with Tsukiumi at her partner, then walked off.

"Huh? Wait!" another beach guy, previously jealous of Minato, ran towards his female partner.

"Argh. Why I never..." pissed beach girl left her male partner, who was yelping for her forgiveness also.

One of the beach guys repeatedly bowed to his female partner as an apology for drooling over Tsukiumi. Then, unlike the other jealous female beach girls, she accepted his apology and forgave him.

"I'm sorry for drooling over that blonde in the black bikini. It's just too overwhelming for me to ignore. Please forgive me," the young dude asked.

"Apology accepted," said the dude's female partner.

"Just don't flirt over the other girl while you have me again, you hear me?" another beach girl who was jealous previously for the little mishap said.

"Will do, babe," her male partner acknowledged.

Some other beach guys made up their respective female partners for what happened previously.

The unfolding drama seemed to have little effect on the other Sekirei couples scattered along the beach. Shigi and Kuno found their slice of paradise, locked in an intimate embrace, kissing without care.

They were surrounded in their bubble of peace, oblivious to the chaos that had momentarily gripped their counterparts.

Not too far away, Kaho had successfully coaxed Oosumi into the water, their laughter, and playful splashes creating joy around them. The pair seemed utterly consumed by their world of fun, undisturbed by the surrounding commotion.

Minato, however, was content to remain on the shore for the time being, waiting for the water to reach a more agreeable temperature. Unlike Tsukiumi, who didn't hesitate to dive into her natural element, the cold sea held little appeal for him.

The water was her domain, and she moved through it gracefully and effortlessly, capable of venturing miles into the sea without a hint of concern from Minato. He knew well that Tsukiumi would return on her own time, perhaps not in time for dinner, but she would return nonetheless.

Watching Tsukiumi embrace the ocean's vastness, Minato couldn't shake the feeling that despite the peaceful day, the night ahead promised to be filled with heat and passion.

The anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through him, a silent acknowledgment of the fiery connection between him and his Sekirei.

It had been a good few months since Tsukiumi had made love to her Ashikabi, and something told him she would enjoy that.

As the day continued to unfold, Minato's gaze eventually caught sight of his Water Maiden, making her way back to him. Tsukiumi emerged from the ocean, her presence a comforting constant in the fluid landscape.

Upon sitting beside him, the coolness of her skin contrasted sharply with his warmth, a refreshing sensation that sparked an unspoken connection between them.

The residual saltiness from the sea clung to her, a tangible reminder of her affinity with the water as she gradually absorbed the sun's warmth. Turning towards Minato with a curious sparkle, she posed a question that danced between playful and earnest.

"Minato. Why art thou so excited?"

His response was simple yet laden with meaning. "You?" The word hung in the air, a testament to their deep bond.

At that moment, a mutual blush colored their cheeks, a silent acknowledgment of their affection and anticipation.

While they were heavily in love, they were not going to fuck on the beach.

As the day began to fade into evening, Minato and Tsukiumi found themselves seated side by side, their gazes lost in the captivating hues of the sunset.

The Water Sekirei, affectionate throughout the day, nestled closer to Minato, finding comfort in the simplicity of their shared silence. Aside from the complexities of their usual lives, the day's events offered a rare respite filled with joy and companionship.

As the day began to fade into evening, Minato and Tsukiumi found themselves seated side by side, their gazes lost in the captivating hues of the sunset.

The Water Sekirei, affectionate throughout the day, nestled closer to Minato, finding comfort in the simplicity of their shared silence. Aside from the complexities of their usual lives, the day's events offered a rare respite filled with joy and companionship.

"It was a great day. Are you happy?" Minato turned to Tsukiumi, seeking her affirmation.

"Verily, for it hath been an age since we partook in such endeavors together. Thou hast been preoccupied with Ichika Orimura of late," Tsukiumi responded, her words tinged with understanding yet underscored by a hint of longing for more moments such as these.

"I'm sorry about that, Tsukiumi," he said sincerely. She just smiled, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and snuggled closer.

Tsukiumi, her smile tender, leaned in to gift him a gentle peck on the cheek, her closeness a comforting weight upon his lap.

"Nay, my Ashikabi, thou don't owe apologies. I am well aware of thy nature, how thou art wont to aid those in need. Yet, I wonder, why dost thou extend such efforts towards Ichika Orimura so?" Her inquiry, though familiar, carried a depth of curiosity seeking understanding.

"I thought you'd figured that out," Minato said, noting her curious look. "He's in way over his head. I see a bit of myself in him and want to help. But, with Ichika, it feels like he needs even more support."

Tsukiumi sighed, her expression softening. "I don't resent you for it, but sometimes it feels like we're left in the background. Except for Matsu, who probably enjoys the drama."

Minato understood her point and couldn't blame her. They'd have to address this matter more thoroughly later. For now, though, their focus shifted to the present, to enjoying the evening and each other's company.

"Dinner sounds good right about now. You can't end a beach day without some yakisoba," Minato suggested, changing the subject. They agreed, knowing that while they would eat, the actual nourishment came from their time together.

As the evening deepened, the atmosphere along the beach and within the hotel hinted at an unspoken yearning, a silent testament to the natural desires that emerge under the cover of night.

The Sekirei/Ashikabi pairs and human couples alike subtly acknowledged this shared sentiment, each in their own way seeking solace and intimacy as the sky darkened.

By the time the clock neared ten, the beach had emptied, its previous occupants having retreated to the privacy of their accommodations.

The exception was the dark-skinned boy from the morning spectacle, who remained outside alongside the older girl, observing the calm settling over the area.

The boy approached the hotel's service counter, driven by curiosity or a different motive. A prompt bell press summoned an imposing figure from the back—a man whose presence was as commanding as unexpected.

Standing two meters tall and clad in chef's attire topped with a white cap, his muscular frame filled the doorway.

"What's wrong, kid?" Deep and resonant, his voice filled the small space, carrying a mix of concern and curiosity.

Undeterred by the chef's daunting appearance, the boy pointed towards the seemingly deserted common area.

Following the boy's gesture, the man's gaze swept over the empty room, a mix of surprise and confusion crossing his features as he wiped his eyes, seeking clarity.

"Where are my guests?" The question was directed more to himself than to the boy, who responded by silently gesturing upstairs, suggesting that the guests had all retired to their rooms, leaving the night to unfold in privacy.

As the boy awaited a response, the atmosphere hung heavy with the anticipation of the night's unfolding events.

The man's gaze shifted from the boy to the girl, whose expression of amusement mirrored the day's earlier encounters. With a resigned sigh, the man reached beneath the counter and produced a small box, extending it towards the boy with a hint of reluctant responsibility.

"Great." The owner muttered in the way of defeat.

"Yep. Can I go?" the boy inquired, eager to retreat.

Acknowledging their implicit understanding, the man replied, "Yes, but do me a favor. Use these. Your mother would kill me if she knew and you didn't."

The underlying concern in his voice was apparent, a reminder of the delicate balance between youthful independence and the need for safety.

The boy nodded, a silent promise sealed with the acceptance of the box, and quickly made his way away from the counter, the weight of the man's trust evident in his departure.

Left alone, the man mulled over the peculiar silence of the hotel.

'Since his birth, I had a full lodging and an empty common area. However, I'm not going to sleep soon. I won't catch an eye,' he reflected a mixture of bemusement and resignation in his thoughts.

With a final glance at the quiet interior, he stepped outside for a smoke, the fantastic night air a welcome companion to his solitary contemplation.

With all its silent promises and whispered secrets, the night it held the hotel in a gentle embrace, starkly contrasting with the vibrant life that had pulsed through its veins just hours before.

Standing alone in the dim glow of the exterior lights, the man found peace in the solitude, a rare pause in the ever-turning cycle of hospitality and care.

The tobacco filled his lungs, and his eyes went to the sky.

The moans from the window made him happy that he had invested in soundproof rooms.

"The dream is true."

He hoped to have an early night, but with the number of kids having fun, he would clean up. His nephew had been a tremendous help in the last few days, and he deserved a break.

The kid wasn't lucky in school, and now a chick would rock his world.

The boy was lucky he kept the stayover and not his father.

Line break

Back at the Inn, a different scene unfolded among those who had stayed behind. Matsu, always curious and a bit of a schemer, pondered Miya's unusual decree that forbade them from joining the beach outing.

Kusano and Musubi had spent their day immersed in the vibrant lights and sounds of the arcade, a welcome diversion. Meanwhile, Chiho and Uzume ventured off to a convention, leaving the rest of the household quiet, unlike their usual bustling community.

Kazehana, who had anticipated a lively night out with Uzume and Chiho, found herself among those bound by Miya's instructions.

With the plan for a night of drinking dashed, the atmosphere within the Inn leaned heavily towards the mundane.

"Bored," Kazehana sighed, her sentiment echoing through the room's stillness. A bottle of sake sat untouched beside her, a reminder of the solitude that accompanied her this evening.

Drinking alone held little appeal, starkly contrasting the conviviality of shared laughter and stories. Indeed, Kazehana had found herself indulging less in the sake's warm embrace, discovering a far more intoxicating experience awaited within the Inn's walls.

The mere thought of Minato, the heart of their collective affection, brought her a different kind of warmth.

The idea of sharing her bed with him, even in jest or fleeting moments of closeness, offered a buzz no drink could match. It was a longing, a subtle acknowledgment of the deeper connections that tied the Sekirei to their Ashikabi. This bond transcended the physical and ventured into the realms of the heart.

She shook her head. That guy might not have been the most experienced, but did he learn fast. That guy managed to get all of them off. Damn, did they all enjoy it having that guy?

Tsukiumi sure will have a fun time at the beach. Afterward, it was just waiting for her turn. When Uzume and Chiho had their fun, it was just Musubi, and then she could have her fun. And she'd take Minato's full attention. Oh, she looked forward to that.

"Are you feeling lonely without your Ashikabi?" Miya asked, her voice carrying a weight that belied the casualness of the question.

Kazehana turned towards her, a wry smile playing on her lips despite the haze of alcohol.

"Lonely? Not exactly, Miya. We, Sekirei, thrive on love, but our current predicament doesn't leave me lonely; I'm just incredibly bored. Why bar me from going out? I was looking forward to spending time with Uzume and Chiho," she lamented, her tone a mix of jest and genuine curiosity.

Miya sighed, the gravity of the conversation drawing her to sit beside Kazehana. The shift in her demeanor was palpable. "Kazehana," she began, her voice laden with seriousness, a precursor to the depth of the discussion unfolds.

"The last name of Ichika, do you remember it?" Miya posed the question, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it voiced.

"Orimura. How could I forget?" Kazehana responded promptly, her levity fading. She glanced at Matsu, who had been unusually silent, her usual vivacity dimmed by the gravity of the topic. "You're thinking of the same, aren't you, Matsu?"

Matsu nodded, her arms crossed, her expression sad. "It's clear you're not just concerned about Ichika, Miya. There's more at play here, isn't there? Or rather, someone else?"

Miya couldn't help but appreciate the perceptiveness of her former teammates despite their often divergent paths.

They had managed to retain a sense of awareness about their shared past; a past Miya had hoped to keep from surfacing yet understood the dangers of ignoring.

"Indeed, that's part of the reason I've called for two others to join us," Miya conceded, her statement hanging in the air with hope and apprehension.

Matsu and Kazehana exchanged glances, wondering if the upcoming reunion would reignite old tensions or offer a chance for resolution.

Their contemplation was interrupted by the arrival of Mutsu, the fifth Sekirei and one of the rare males among them.

His connection to Mikogami Hayato and the complex history shared with Minato was no secret. Yet, over time, an uneasy peace had settled between Hayato and Minato, a testament to the debts that Hayato had paid off to the older man.

Mutsu's presence brought an air of solemnity and history into the room. Towering and imposing with his silver hair and grey eyes, his appearance was as distinctive as his role among the Sekirei.

The long black pants and matching shirt, complemented by an orange scarf and fingerless gloves, marked him as someone of importance and strength.

Yet, the underlying tension, the unspoken stories among old comrades, filled the space with anticipation and a hint of apprehension.

"Mutsu, thank you for coming," Miya greeted, her tone warm yet underscored by the gravity of the situation that necessitated this reunion.

"Thank you for allowing me to visit your home, Miya. I hope I won't be an inconvenience," Mutsu replied, his voice carrying a respect that spoke to their shared past yet with a hint of formality that belied the complexities of their relationships.

Miya's response, light and seemingly carefree, belied the depth of their understanding. "I suppose you are well aware of that. Bothers and all," she said with a soft giggle, an attempt to ease the tension that had subtly crept into the room.

The air thickened with unvoiced sentiments and unresolved tensions as Mutsu's gaze shifted to Matsu and Kazehana. "Mutsu," Kazehana uttered, her greeting short and clipped, indicating that their past interactions were far from forgotten or forgiven.

The air between Kazehana and Mutsu crackled with tension, palpable electricity fueled by years of rivalry and unresolved grievances. Kazehana, known for her spirited and sometimes inebriated antics, faced off against Mutsu with a sharpness that belied her usual demeanor.

"Kazehana. Spared us your drunken bravado today? Has Miya been a good influence, or did that runt of your Ashikabi finally teach you some manners?" Mutsu's words, laced with disdain and a touch of mockery, aimed to provoke.

Eyes narrowing, Kazehana's retort was swift and cutting. "Oh, would you like to know? And don't you dare insult Minato. Isn't your Ashikabi considerably younger? At least my affections don't border on the illicit. And since we're on the subject, who plays what role in your partnership? Are you the uke, or is it your 'runt'?" Her barb, a pointed reference to their respective relationships, was designed to sting.

However, their exchange was abruptly halted by Miya's intervention. A single, decisive whack on the head was a stern reminder of her authority and the seriousness of their gathering. "Enough," she commanded, her voice a clear warning.

"Leave your petty squabbles and crude language at the door. We are here to address matters far more significant than your vendettas. You are bound to your Ashikabi's; there's no place for such criticism here. Continue this behavior, and we'll have more than just words."

While observing the exchange, Matsu couldn't help but agree with Miya's stance.

The gravity of their reunion was not to be undermined by personal disputes. More profound, more pressing issues required their united attention, rooted in a shared past that still cast long shadows over their present.

The tension in the room shifted palpably as Matsu voiced the question lingering on everyone's mind, her voice tinged with curiosity and apprehension. "Miya, the other person you've called... It's our mother-in-law, isn't it?"

The hope for a different answer was evident in her tone, yet the anticipation of confirmation hung heavy in the air.

Miya responded with a nod, her acknowledgment carrying a weight of inevitability. "Indeed, Matsu. So, I expect both of you to exhibit your best behavior." Observing Kazehana and Mutsu visibly deflate at this news, Miya offered a reassuring smile, her demeanor softening.

"Do not worry too much," Miya continued, her smile tinged with amusement.

"I will make it clear to Takami to hold back her commentary on your sex life with Sahashi. Or that on yours, Mutsu."

While delivered with a lightness, her words carried the promise of a boundary that Miya intended to enforce, ensuring that personal judgments, especially concerning intimate matters, would be kept at bay during this delicate reunion.

"For the lack that you have one," she quipped, a statement so careless that it would have been unthinkable coming from anyone else, especially towards someone of Miya's formidable reputation. She had witnessed the destructive powers of the Pillar.

Yet, Takami was no ordinary woman. Having endured two decades alongside Minaka, her sharp wit was forged in the fires of countless trials, earning her a certain level of respect—or at least understanding—from the Sekirei.

"Why do you think my wife doesn't have fun in bed?" The arrival of Takehito momentarily diffused the tension, his presence bringing a semblance of calm to the brewing storm.

"Takehito. It's a relief to see you're still on your feet," Takami greeted, her tone softening, grudgingly acknowledging his presence.

"Likewise, Takami. I'm glad you haven't lost your charm. And I'm intrigued by the reason Miya has summoned us—though I suspect two among us might have a clue," Takehito replied, his insight hinting at the depth of the matters at hand.

Always the gracious hostess, Miya suggested moving their discussion to a more comfortable setting. "Shall we continue this in the living room?" Her demeanor remained composed, the epitome of a landlady managing the complexities of her household with grace.

Takami, however, quickly pivoted the conversation toward the heart of the matter.

"What has Minato gotten himself into this time that necessitates my involvement? If there's anything he should have learned, it's to fend for himself," she remarked, her annoyance palpable as she reached for a cigarette.

"It's because your son has taken it upon himself to be a guardian to Ichika Orimura. And while Ichika's name might not ring any bells for us, another Orimura certainly does, wouldn't you agree?"

Miya interjected, steering the conversation toward the underlying issue that connected their present concerns to a past intricately woven with their collective histories.

Takami's exasperation was palpable as she contemplated the latest chapter in Minato's seemingly unending saga of chaos.

"Of course. He barely escapes one disaster before hurling himself into another without a moment's pause to reflect," she lamented, her frustration tinged with a hint of concern.

The shadow of Minaka, with his history of reckless decisions, loomed large in her mind, prompting her to question whether Minato had inherited more from his father than just his name.

"Takami, your son's heart is in the right place despite the complications our world has thrust upon him," Miya interjected, seeking a different perspective.

"Minato's decision to assist Ichika with his school troubles is another example of his inherent kindness. It's hardly a cause for concern."

The conversation shifted towards Matsu and Kazehana, whose expressions of amusement reflected their unique connection to Minato.

"Honestly, I've got no complaints," Matsu said, her tone light. "Minato's been very affectionate towards me. And his involvement with Ichika? Considering those Infinite Stratos girls, I get it."

Kazehana, seizing the moment to steer the discussion towards the heart of the matter, addressed Miya directly. "This isn't just about Minato's latest act of heroism or his friendship or brotherhood with Ichika. We're here because of Ichika's sister and her past involvement with us, right?"

She posited, her intuition cutting through the surface level of the conversation.

Miya's confirmation, a simple "Indeed," brought the underlying issue into sharp focus, prompting an exchange of knowing glances between Takehito and Takami.

The revelation hinted at a complex web of relationships and histories that extended far beyond Minato's selfless actions, suggesting that the true nature of their gathering was to confront a shared past that remained as influential as it was unresolved.

Mutsu's question cut through the tension in the room, reflecting the group's collective concern. "Is that what this is about? The fact that you and his sister crossed blades years ago and the most likely chance that you will do it soon again when she will be around."

His query was met with a solemn nod from Miya, confirming the gravity of their past confrontation and its lingering implications.

"Indeed," Miya responded, her tone heavy with the weight of past decisions. "I let Chifuyu go on the fact that she had her brother to take care of, and from what I hear from Minato, she hasn't taken my lessons to heart." The acknowledgment from everyone was silent but unanimous, recognizing the situation's intensity.

'A real Sekirei,' They all thought.

Takami always directly sought clarification, "So Miya, let me get this straight. You called us here because of the actions that Minato and Ichika will get his sister here." Her words, seeking to unravel the complexity of their gathering, highlighted the interconnectedness of their concerns.

Miya elaborated on the delicate balance of their involvement.

"Minato and Ichika have their history, which neither you nor I have any right to interfere with. That is their story. We haven't told Minato about this because it is not directed to us. This is between Chifuyu and us."

Her explanation revealed the depth of their predicament, entangled with unspoken histories and unresolved tensions.

The mention of Chifuyu's past infatuation with Takehito brought a mix of reactions. The male scientist, usually composed, found himself the center of a teasing that spanned years and battles, his bashfulness betraying the complexity of his feelings.

"Who hasn't told Ichika, I suppose, of our history? But this has to do with the fact that you are jealous that Chifuyu has or had a crush on Takehito," Takami's insinuation struck a chord, drawing amusement and irritation in equal measure.

The recounting of Chifuyu's youthful courage and her subsequent crush on Takehito after a life-saving intervention by Miya painted a picture of intertwined fates and youthful admiration. The reactions varied from amused to annoyed, especially from Miya, whose usual composure faltered under the weight of the accusation.

The room's atmosphere lightened considerably as Kazehana couldn't help but find humor in the situation despite its serious undertones. "

"That has nothing to do with it. I am just concerned about the fact that" Miya began, only to be interrupted by Kazehana's blunt retort,

Chifuyu Orimura might come around and snatch Takehito away. Get real, Miya." The notion's absurdity was enough to elicit a mix of laughter and exasperation from Kazehana—if it were physically possible to do both simultaneously, she certainly would have.

The idea seemed ludicrous to her.

"You two aren't winged like Minato and me or any of my sisters, but what you have is just as strong. You've both been through too much together to even entertain such a scenario," she pointed out, her words a reminder of the deep bond between Miya and Takehito, forged through years of shared experiences and trials.

At Kazehana's words, Miya found herself unexpectedly nestled in Takehito's lap, her cheeks aflame with a rare blush reminiscent of a schoolgirl's innocent crush.

The sight was enough to draw smiles from everyone present, a moment of levity amidst the discussions of potential conflict.

However, the gravity of the situation soon reclaimed the group's focus. The possibility of Chifuyu Orimura's arrival in Shinto Teito was not something they could afford to take lightly.

The potential for conflict, even the catastrophic destruction of Tokyo, was a looming threat that demanded severe consideration and preparation.

"You think that if Chifuyu comes here, she'll pick a fight with you?" Takehito's question to Miya voiced with a hint of concern, brought the discussion full circle.

Miya's affirmative nod confirmed the seriousness of the risk, underscoring the need for vigilance and readiness to confront whatever challenges might arise from such a confrontation.

"But this time, it won't end nicely. Besides that, Orimura has the attitude of a warrior. It is not for her customs, I fear," Miya confessed, her voice carrying a mix of respect and concern for the formidable Chifuyu Orimura.

Her admission, while solemn, hinted at the deeper layers of apprehension surrounding the potential consequences of their confrontation.

"You're thinking about the girls she might bring along," Kazehana speculated, piecing together the underlying worry in Miya's statement. Kazehana, whose experience with love and conflict was deeply intertwined with her bond with Minato, understood all too well the complexities such relationships could entail.

The tales of the challenges Ichika faced, relayed through Minato, had resonated with her, highlighting the stark differences between their disputes and the external pressures Ichika navigated.

Indeed, within their circle, disagreements and rivalries were not uncommon, yet they were bound by a set of unspoken rules anchored by Minato's guidance.

His affection for each of them was undeniable, a love that demanded mutual respect and understanding despite their occasional quarrels. Minato's role as their Ashikabi was not just one of love but also leadership, setting boundaries that, while sometimes tested, were ultimately respected for the harmony of their collective.

The realization that their internal dynamics, while challenging, were fundamentally different from the external threats posed by those in Ichika's orbit prompted a shift in perspective.

The unity and strength found in their adherence to Minato's rules contrasted sharply with the unpredictable and potentially volatile influences Chifuyu might introduce.

This reflection brought the critical question: What was the catalyst for ceasing their internal disputes? The answer lay in the balance Minato struck between love and authority, a delicate equilibrium that fostered individual growth and collective harmony.

His ability to navigate their personalities and needs, coupled with Miya's oversight, ensured that their home remained a sanctuary, not just from the external world but from the turmoil of their own making.

He had found a way to make them behave—his bed sharing and all the benefits.

Kazehana and Matsu exchanged glances, a silent communication that spoke volumes about their concerns.

Despite their differing personalities, with Kazehana being more openly romantic and Matsu more reserved and analytical, they found common ground in their views on the treatment Ichika endured.

Kazehana, ever the empathetic soul, felt a deep sense of injustice at the stories of Ichika's school life, her heart going out to someone caught in such a tumultuous situation.

On the other hand, Matsu approached the issue with her characteristic curiosity and determination to uncover the truth.

She had taken it upon herself to gather information about the girls surrounding Ichika, delving into their backgrounds and behaviors without prompting from Minato or Ichika. It was a testament to her protective instincts and sense of duty towards those connected to her Ashikabi.

The deeper Matsu dug, the more perplexed she became.

The dynamics and interactions she uncovered painted a picture of extreme behaviors and volatile relationships that seemed to go unchecked.

It led her to wonder, half in jest and half in earnest, whether the Infinite Stratos Academy had ever considered investing in a psychologist.

The behaviors and situations described seemed to go beyond typical teenage drama, edging into territory that could only be described as concerning, if not outright dangerous.

Line break. To the ISA.

Ichika was grappling with his life's inexplicable turn, caught in a whirlwind of events far beyond the ordinary.

A rueful thought crossed his mind as he reflected on the relentless series of challenges that seemed to target him with uncanny precision.

Had he, in some past existence, committed an offense so grave as to incur divine retribution? Or perhaps, more dishearteningly, was there some cosmic entity that derived amusement from his plight?

The notion, half-serious and half-in jest, offered no real solace, yet it provided a momentary respite from his trials—a chance to view his circumstances through a lens tinged with humor and resignation.

Regardless of the reasons, the reality remained unchanged: Ichika's life was far from mundane, each day bringing new trials that tested his resolve, patience, and capacity for endurance.

In a twist of fate that seemed more like a poorly scripted drama, Ichika found himself contemplating the absurdity of his situation.

It was as if the author of his life had taken a wrong turn, fucked up entirely, and abandoned the plot to chaos. In a stubborn refusal to become the universe's favorite punching bag, Ichika's attempts to assert some control only invited further turmoil.

Burdened with this realization, Ichika humorously considered adopting the strategy of a dwarf, hoping to burrow into the earth in search of solace or at least a reprieve from the madness enveloping his life.

He clung to a fragile hope that the madness wouldn't escalate, though deep down, he questioned the feasibility of such a wish.

Amidst this whirlwind of thoughts, a glimmer of hope or perhaps another impending challenge presented itself as a text from Matsu.

She had taken it upon herself to gather information about Laura, promising to deliver her findings by the evening. Ichika found himself between gratitude and apprehension, eager for insights yet wary of what they might reveal.

Like many aspects of his life, Laura remained a puzzle, a person he wished to understand better yet felt unequipped to grasp fully.

In these moments of reflection, Ichika's thoughts drifted to Charlotte, the one constant in his tumultuous existence who had, so far, spared him additional headaches.

Her continued disguise, initially a source of confusion, now seemed a blessing in disguise, a protective veil that offered them both a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos.

The idea that maintaining this facade might be necessary for a while longer was a concession Ichika was willing to make provided it offered them both a measure of peace.

The news of a conflict involving three Representatives shattered any illusions of a quiet respite. Ichika and Charlotte exchanged knowing looks, a silent acknowledgment of the inevitability of their involvement.

"You think what I'm thinking?" Charlotte's voice broke through the tension, her question aimed at Ichika, who nodded in understanding.

As they watched the confrontation unfold before them, it became evident to Ichika that this was no ordinary skirmish.

The ground trembled under the battle's force, signaling the clash's severity.

Despite the other girls' valiant efforts, employing their most formidable weapons, Laura stood unyielded, effortlessly countering their attacks and forcing them to their knees.

"What the?" Ichika's confusion was palpable, his surprise mirroring the shockwaves rippling through the ground.

"That's AIC," Charlotte supplied, her explanation cutting through the confusion.

She elaborated at Ichika's puzzled look, "In simpler terms, Ichika, it's like an impenetrable shield. It's what makes Schwarzer Regen so formidable."

Houki, observing the battle intently, chimed in, "It's also known as Inertial Arrest Ability." Ichika's frustration grew as he processed this information, and Laura's tactical advantage became increasingly apparent.

"So, she can block pretty much any attack?" Ichika sought confirmation, his mind racing through potential strategies.

"Yeah, but there's a catch. She can only concentrate on one area at a time. If you're smart about it, you can find a way through," Charlotte explained, her gaze fixed on Ichika, conveying both the challenge and the implicit faith she had in his abilities.

"I hear you," Ichika acknowledged his response, a mixture of resolve and apprehension.

The revelation about AIC highlighted the formidable challenge Laura posed and hinted at a vulnerability, a sliver of hope that even the most daunting obstacles could be overcome with the right strategy.

Their exchange, a blend of tactical discussion and mutual understanding, underscored the depth of their bond and the complexities of the world they navigated.

The conflict escalated rapidly, transcending the bounds of a mere sparring match into something far more intense and brutal.

Despite her agility and combat skills, Rin was at a significant disadvantage. Laura's precision with her daggers was chilling; she launched them with such accuracy that Rin was inevitably ensnared despite her best efforts to evade.

One dagger cleverly wrapped around her legs, and in an instant, she was flung through the air, her body twisting helplessly like a ragdoll caught in a storm.

Her teammate, Cecilia, leaped into the fray, unleashing a barrage of attacks in an attempt to tip the scales.

It seemed her efforts bore fruit for a moment as her assaults found their mark with slightly more success.

However, Laura's prowess was not to be underestimated. With calculated ease, she halted Cecilia's onslaught and, with a swift counterattack, sent Rin hurtling towards Cecilia, who had little choice but to brace for impact.

This scene was reminiscent of Laura's previous encounter with Maya, yet the brutality displayed was another story entirely.

Far from being satisfied with merely incapacitating her opponents, Laura unleashed a further volley of attacks, igniting explosions that shook the ground beneath them.

Thanks to Cecilia's quick thinking, they narrowly escaped the brunt of the devastation, but it was clear no tangible harm had been inflicted on Laura. She remained detached, her demeanor as cold and unyielding as ever.

With her daggers, Laura pulled the defeated duo towards her, a gesture of dominance and control that made Ichika's blood run hot with anger and resentment.

Although his relationships with Cecilia and Rin were complicated, marred by past grievances and conflicts, the sight of them being mercilessly tormented ignited a fierce protective instinct within him.

Regardless of their personal histories, Ichika knew abandoning them to such a fate was unconscionable. The battlefield was no place for personal vendettas to dictate one's actions.

Laura's behavior, showcasing a disturbing level of cruelty, underscored the severity of the situation. It was a vivid reminder that lines could quickly blur between competition and outright hostility in this world of heightened abilities and fierce rivalries.

As Ichika watched, a resolve solidified within him. No matter his feelings towards Cecilia and Rin, he could not—and would not—stand idly by while they were subjected to such inhuman treatment.

In this moment, Ichika understood the weight of his role not just as a competitor but as a protector, a beacon of decency in a world that often seemed devoid of it.

The urgency of the situation was palpable, the stakes made clear by Charlotte's anxious observations and Ichika's immediate response. "This is just horrible. Their shield points are draining," Charlotte noted, her concern deepening as she watched the ongoing battle.

"Their damage accumulates, and if their machines get a forcible shutdown, their lives could be endangered." Ichika understood the gravity of her words instantly. The risk to their lives was unacceptable, a line that should never be crossed.

Turning to Charlotte, his determination reflected in his gaze. He sought confirmation. "Charles, your IS, you got it with you?"

Her nod was all the assurance he needed. "Good, because I'm going to save them," he declared, his resolve unwavering as he activated Byakushiki, his IS, cutting a path through the barrier with Charlotte's orange IS not far behind.

"Ichika, what do you want me to do?" Charlotte asked, ready to assist in any way she could.

"Charles, get those girls out of the danger zone. I'll distract her, so make sure she doesn't notice you," he instructed, his plan clear. Charlotte moved swiftly, her actions unnoticed by Laura, who was too focused on her torment of Rin and Cecilia.

Ichika, refusing to be subtle, called out to Laura, demanding her attention and challenging her actions directly. "Laura," he shouted, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Let them go."

Laura's response was as cruel as it was defiant. "If you want me to let them go, come and get them." But Ichika was ready, his Infinite Stratos maneuvering with agility, keeping Laura guessing his next move until it was too late for her to react effectively.

"You really hoped that you could hit me?" Laura taunted, her arrogance evident.

"Not really. I told you to let them go, right?" Ichika countered, his strategy not just to confront but to outmaneuver.

In a swift turn of events, the daggers binding Rin and Cecilia were released, and both Shenlong and Blue Tears powered down, signaling a temporary ceasefire in the conflict.

Charlotte sprang into action without needing further instruction, adeptly maneuvering to rescue Rin and Cecilia from the fray.

Ichika couldn't help but admire her efficiency as she whisked the girls away from Laura's clutches, one in each arm. Her tactical acumen was fully displayed, capitalizing on the moment Laura's attention faltered.

Seizing the opportunity, Ichika intensified his assault. He breached Laura's defenses with his energy sword, inflicting swift, precise strikes.

He focused on ensuring Charlotte safely extracted their teammates from the immediate danger zone.

As Laura redirected her wrath towards Charlotte, launching a cannon attack in a desperate bid to regain control, Ichika's instincts kicked in, allowing him to intercept and absorb the brunt of Laura's fury.

The confrontation escalated, with Laura's anger boiling over as she fixated on Ichika, who countered with equal ferocity. "Charles. Incoming!"

Ichika's warning cut through the chaos, a split-second notice that allowed Charlotte to evade the impending danger. Trusting in her agility, Ichika used the momentum of his evasion to launch another counterattack.

"I've had it with you!" Laura's frustration erupted as she unleashed her weapon, a surge of energy reminiscent of lightning clashing against Ichika's determined advance.

"So am I. What the heck is your problem?" Ichika shouted back, his patience worn thin by the senseless aggression. The battle reached a fever pitch, with both combatants locked in a fierce exchange of power and will.

In a twist, Charlotte, ever the strategist, seized the moment to support Ichika from behind. With precise timing, she unleashed a volley of bullets towards

Laura's actions are a testament to the seamless coordination between her and Ichika. This maneuver showcased their synergy and highlighted the depth of their commitment to protect their friends and challenge unwarranted hostility.

The abrupt halt to the chaos came in the form of a voice that carried both authority and exasperation. "That's enough!"

The commanding shout echoed across the field, drawing everyone's attention to Chifuyu, who stood imposingly, a figure of undisputed control.

"Instructor!" The fear in Laura's voice was palpable as she recognized the gravity of Chifuyu's presence.

Ichika could only watch as his sister brandished a sword, indicating she was prepared to enforce peace if necessary. "

"This is why dealing with you kids is so tiring." Her tone, laced with frustration, underscored the seriousness of the situation.

"In most cases, I allow mock battles, but you guys pushed it. Therefore, all mock battles are suspended until you settle this in the Intra-Class Tournament." Chifuyu's decree was final, leaving no space for debate or dissent.

"If that is what you wish," Laura conceded, her IS dissolving in acknowledgment of Chifuyu's command.

Ichika followed suit, deactivating his IS, but his approach towards Chifuyu was deliberate, signaling a need for a deeper conversation.

"You and I. We need to have a chat." The firmness in his voice mirrored the seriousness of his intent, making it clear that this was not a request but a necessity.

Chifuyu, understanding the undercurrents of the situation, recognized that this was beyond the usual squabbles involving Rin, Houki, and Cecilia. Laura's actions had escalated matters to a level that demanded intervention.

"Fine. When?" she asked, her acknowledgment signaling her willingness to address the issue head-on.

"I'll come to your room tonight. If I don't find you there, there's hell to pay." Ichika's tone matched Chifuyu's in its intensity, not with the cold precision she was known for, but with a fiery resolve that spoke to the depth of his frustration and determination.

In the aftermath of the conflict, Ichika found himself in the infirmary, checking on Cecilia and Rin, who were recuperating in their beds. They were bandaged but fortunately did not bear any permanent injuries. They were sidelined for the upcoming tournament.

"I suppose that we owe you thanks," Cecilia remarked, her tone carrying a mix of gratitude and reluctance. Ichika, ever humble, sighed in response. "I can do without those."

Rin chimed in with her acknowledgment. "You really saved us out there. Thanks, Ichika." His modest yet knowing smile suggested an understanding of the gravity of their situation, a silent acknowledgment of the peril they had faced.

"You're welcome," he replied as Charlotte, the caring teammate, offered the girls some tea, a small gesture of comfort amidst the turmoil.

The conversation took a sudden turn at Charlotte's query about the cause of their conflict with Laura, leading to an unexpected tea-spitting moment. Puzzled by the tension and the apparent history between them and Charlotte, Ichika realized he needed to delve deeper into the matter.

"She insulted a woman's pride," was the cryptic explanation offered, leaving Ichika even more bewildered. A glance with Charlotte promised she would provide him with a more detailed account later.

Shifting the topic to the upcoming tournament, Ichika confidently declared his intention to confront Laura on the battlefield.

"Okay. In any case, Charles and I are up against her in the next tournament. You can bet I'll be sure to notify you that I will wipe the floor with her."

The announcement surprised Cecilia and Rin, who questioned the selection process, hinting at the usual matchup lottery system.

Unaware of how the arrangements had fallen into place but silently grateful for the clarity of his next challenge, Ichika recognized the need to contact Matsu for further insight.

However, their conversation was interrupted by Maya's arrival, who informed Cecilia and Rin that their participation in the tournament was off the table due to the damages sustained by their Infinite Stratos.

Upon concluding his visit to the infirmary, Ichika sought out his sister for a conversation that had been looming between them. As he prepared to depart, Maya offered her assistance. "Neh, Ichika. Do you want me to wait?"

Ichika, however, anticipated a lengthy and intense discussion ahead. "No. This might take a while, and I need to talk seriously with my sister. I'll probably need Matsu's help for some more information. I'll fill you in later."

With that, Maya left, understanding the gravity of the situation that awaited Ichika.

Before Ichika could even knock, Chifuyu, ever wise, had already opened the door. "You're here," she noted, a hint of acknowledgment in her voice for the impending discussion.

Ichika wasted no time; his purpose was clear. "I have a point that you and I needed to chat. Chifuyu, I need to know. What the hell is Laura after? She nearly killed Rin and Cecilia there." The concern in his voice was palpable, reflecting the seriousness of the incident in question.

Chifuyu's response was a weary sigh, a sign of her frustration with the situation. "I can't believe that you got worried." However, Ichika's fiery glare only intensified the tension between them.

"If I hadn't jumped in to stop her, she might have just killed them. Were you ready to deal with the fallout from the United Kingdom AND China for allowing one Representative Candidate to kill two others? That would've made for some headline," Ichika argued, his frustration boiling.

The implications of the incident weren't lost on him—the potential diplomatic crisis it could have sparked and the personal guilt and anger he felt for almost letting it happen.

"Or what about the other bits? She has been hostile towards me since day one. And while I can get around Rin, Houki, and Cecilia plus the other crazy girls, having a soldier on my back is just making things worse," Ichika expressed his frustrations, highlighting the additional strain Laura's hostility placed on him amidst the already complex dynamics at the academy.

Chifuyu, reflecting on her approach, considered that perhaps adopting a softer role as a sister rather than just an Infinite Stratos pilot and strict instructor might have yielded a different outcome. "I met Laura back in Germany. I told you that last time, right?" she began, seeking to bridge the gap between them with a reminder of her past encounters.

Ichika's nod prompted her to delve deeper into her relationship with Laura. "I have told her about you and that you're pretty much the reason I keep going, Ichika."

As Chifuyu's demeanor softened, a rare departure from her usual stern expression, she moved to sit in her chair, signaling Ichika to make himself comfortable.

The similarities between their rooms were minimal, hers being slightly more prominent, yet the atmosphere was markedly different—a space where vulnerabilities could surface.

Ichika, choosing the bed over another chair, sensed the emotional shift in the air. It was as if they were both on the verge of breaking, the weight of their unspoken grievances and missed connections threatening to surface.

"Ichika, I haven't been the best caretaker," Chifuyu admitted, confessing that Ichika was tempted to contest but chose to navigate more diplomatically.

"You've been working nonstop since it was just the two of us, and I get that. But Chifuyu, money, and a house are one thing. You and I are all that the others have left that we call blood family. So, in some cases, you might show that." he implored, his words a plea for a deeper familial connection beyond their shared responsibilities and challenges.

Chifuyu's sigh was one of acknowledgment, not denial.

Ichika's perspective wasn't unfounded. While she intended to push him, her demanding nature and high expectations had inadvertently fostered resentment.

Reflecting on their past, Ichika recognized Minato's significant role in his life, especially in the absence of a father figure.

Chifuyu, despite her harsh exterior and rigorous training methods, understood and appreciated the bond between Ichika and Minato. It provided Ichika with the guidance and support he needed, something she, with her demanding tiger mother approach, could not always offer.

"That's true. And that's why I told Laura you're the reason I pushed. You are the reason that I got out of bed. You're the reason why I became an IS pilot. You're the single reason why I did all those things," Chifuyu confessed, revealing the depth of her motivation driven by her love and responsibility for Ichika.

Ichika, acknowledging the rarity of such openness from his sister, gently challenged her. "If I am that reason, you might show it to me. Because, sis, you have a hard time showing affection. Always have, and I don't blame you for that."

Approaching her, devoid of anger and filled with a yearning for acknowledgment, he added, "But I would have appreciated it if you'd let me know you have my back. To know that you're on my side."

Chifuyu's instinct to maintain her professional demeanor surfaced as she began, "I cannot show favorites to..." But Ichika, seeking honesty and clarity, interrupted her.

"Cut. The. Crap. You can't play favorites. I hate to say this, but there's a difference between playing favorites and letting me know that the one person who is my family is watching over me. We fought at that place for twenty minutes until you showed up."

His voice, calm yet laden with a newfound realization of the peril they had faced, underscored the gravity of their conversation. For Ichika, this was more than a discussion about familial bonds or instructional fairness; it was about feeling seen and supported by the one person he considered family in a world where dangers were all too real and ever-present.

The emotional intensity of their conversation reached a pinnacle as Ichika confronted Chifuyu with a harrowing scenario, his voice tinged with fear and accusation. "If you didn't jump in to stop her, Laura might have killed me and Charles. What would you have done then, huh? Would you pat her on the head and say 'Good job' like she's a dog?"

The imagery he painted was vivid and chilling, challenging Chifuyu to reveal the depth of her feelings and loyalties.

Chifuyu's response was explosive, a raw burst of emotion that shattered any facade of detachment she might have held. "I would have killed her!" she shouted, the crack in her voice revealing the turmoil beneath her usually stoic exterior.

"If she would have killed you, I was going to kill her. You can be sure about that. I was going to kill her, and I would have taken my sweet time for that. And when I was done with her, I would have pulled my sword through my stomach." The tears that welled in her eyes were a testament to the sincerity of her words, a rare admission of the lengths she would go to for Ichika.

"Tell me why she wants me dead." Ichika's question, posed with curiosity and a plea for understanding, cut through the tension, seeking clarity amidst the emotional turmoil.

Chifuyu's explanation laid bare the twisted logic driving Laura's hostility. "Because she sees it as weak. The fact that I went all that I did to keep you safe. Laura, in her mind, sees that as weak. She wants to destroy that. In her eyes, I'm the perfect warrior. With you gone, that might be the one thing to show that I'm not weak in her eyes."

Her confession painted a picture of a distorted perception of strength and vulnerability, highlighting the dangerous lengths to which Laura was willing to go to prove a point.

Faced with this revelation, Ichika navigated a complex web of emotions. Chifuyu's words illuminated Laura's motivations and underscored the weight of the sacrifices Chifuyu had made to protect him.

"Maybe, sis, you need to make it clearer to her. You gave up being a Pilot and forfeited the Second Mondo Grosso Championship for me. I'm truly grateful for that. But how am I supposed to feel supported when my actions have often felt like the exact opposite? It seems like everything you've done was for my sake," Ichika expressed, his voice laden with a mixture of gratitude and confusion, trying to reconcile Chifuyu's sacrifices with his feelings of abandonment.

His voice faltered, betraying the emotional turmoil brewing beneath his composed exterior.

"You've sacrificed so much, sacrifices I might never be able to repay in ten lifetimes. But, Chifuyu, these last months felt like you threw me into a circus, leaving me to fend off the lions alone. You seemed to expect me to fail and learn from it. But that's not how it turned out. Minato was the only support I had, and I had no choice but to rely on him," Ichika continued, his words painting a vivid picture of his struggles and the isolation he felt.

As he paused, confronting the raw emotions his words had unearthed, he noticed tears streaming down Chifuyu's cheeks—a sight that struck a chord deep within him.

Despite his past grievances and hardships, witnessing his sister's vulnerability dismantled any barriers he had erected against her. The realization that his perceived resilience had only led to mutual pain was a bitter pill to swallow.

The sight of Chifuyu, a figure of strength and authority, breaking down and seeking comfort in his embrace was profoundly moving.

It was a moment of unguarded honesty between them, a bridge over the chasm that had separated their hearts. As she buried her face in his chest, her sobs muffled against him, Ichika felt his tears escape, a silent acknowledgment of their shared sorrow and the love that endured beneath the surface.

In that embrace, they found a semblance of healing, a promise to navigate the complexities of their relationship with more openness and understanding. For Ichika, it was an affirmation that, despite the challenges, the bond they shared as siblings was a source of strength, not weakness.

For Chifuyu, it was a moment of realization that her brother needed her, not just as a mentor or an instructor, but as a family.

Their shared tears marked a turning point, a step towards mending the rifts between them, and a commitment to support each other through the trials ahead. It was a poignant reminder that, in the end, the family remained their greatest ally in the tumultuous world they navigated.

"What a shitty sister I have been," Chifuyu's confession broke the silence, a stark admission of her perceived failures.

With a heavy heart, Ichika acknowledged the complexities of their relationship. "Don't worry, sis. I have been a shitty brother," he offered, not to absolve her but to share in the burden of their strained connection.

They lasted the moment of mutual understanding, neither willing to break the embrace that had become a silent testament to their overdue conversation. When they finally looked into each other's eyes, the realization that this heart-to-heart was long overdue was palpable.

"I can't help you with Laura. She'll go after you. Until you can prove her wrong," Chifuyu warned, her words heavy with the reality of Ichika's challenges. He nodded, accepting the inevitability of the confrontation ahead.

"And till now, I can't help you the way Minato did," she continued her admission, highlighting Minato's unique support, a role she acknowledged she couldn't replicate.

Ichika's response was one of understanding and resolution. "I wasn't going to stop asking for his help. But Chifuyu, knowing whose side you're on. Should have told me that sooner." The conversation, though difficult, provided a sense of closure and clarity for Ichika.

The relief of having opened up and shared his burdens was palpable. While the stereotype that men don't cry lingered in his mind, Ichika recognized the value of expressing his emotions and not keeping everything bottled up.

As he entered the room and found Charlotte asleep, the sight offered peace amidst the storm of emotions and revelations.

Exhausted from the day's events, Ichika quickly changed and turned to his computer, eager to review the information Matsu had compiled about their opponents.

As the vibrations of his phone broke the silence, Ichika knew it was time to step away for a moment. "Matsu-san," he greeted, answering the call with a hint of exhaustion.

"Hello, Ichika-tan. What's wrong? You sound tired," Matsu's voice came through, concerned and perceptive.

Ichika couldn't hide his fatigue. "You're right. I am pretty tired. I saw what you sent me about Laura and your ideas. Thank you for that," he replied, gratitude mingling with the weariness in his voice.

"You're welcome. Mina-tan is already off with Tsukiumi to the beach. Took me a while. I'm going to dig up more on the Dunois company. And I'll gather more info. But from what I've seen, Laura was practically born a soldier," Matsu shared her commitment to supporting Ichika, which is evident in her diligent research.

"Yeah, I got that impression. Chifuyu-nee and I just had a deep conversation about her," Ichika confided, indicating the recent heart-to-heart with his sister.

Matsu, ever curious, probed further. "How did it go?"

"It was emotionally draining but necessary. Let's say it sheds a lot of light on things. It reminded me why I've looked up to Minato as a 'Brother' occasionally," Ichika revealed, touching on the complex layers of his relationships and the support system he leaned on.

Matsu found this insight intriguing, yet another piece of the puzzle in understanding her Ashikabi. "I think we need to talk more about your relationship with Minato. But for now, you should focus on taking care of yourself. What you're up against is no small feat," she advised, emphasizing the gravity of the situation Ichika faced.

"I'll reach out tomorrow to strategize. It would be best if you rested," Matsu suggested, her concern for Ichika's well-being paramount.

"Thank you, Matsu-san. Goodnight," Ichika replied, ending the call with a sense of finality born out of sheer exhaustion.

Though his abrupt goodbye might have seemed curt, Matsu understood the toll the day had taken on him. As she stared at the end call on her screen, she whispered, "Goodnight, Ichika." Her thoughts lingered on the challenges he was navigating.

Matsu sat in her room, reflecting on Ichika's situation with a depth of understanding from years of observing and participating in the complex dynamics of Sekirei and their Ashikabi.

She couldn't help but compare Ichika's handling of the pressures he faced with Minato's resilience. Minato, who had faced his share of battles and emerged victorious, even on that forsaken island, had the maturity and strength Ichika was still developing.

A year had passed since Musubi's return, and the current situation had unfolded, revealing the layers of stress that Ichika had accumulated since his first day in this chaotic world.

Matsu, the Wisdom Sekirei, didn't claim to know every detail of what Ichika was going through, but she had observed enough to recognize the dangerous crossroads he was at. The path he chose could lead him to emerge stronger, remain forever changed, or worse, lead to his downfall.

The thought of Ichika choosing a destructive path worried Matsu, not just for Ichika himself but for its profound impact on Minato. The bond between Ashikabi and Sekirei was deep, and Minato's connection with Ichika, though not of the exact nature, was just as significant.

Her musings were interrupted as Kazehana breezed into the room without knocking, a typical move for her but one Matsu had grown accustomed to.

Despite the freedom to leave the MBI compound, Matsu had made this room her sanctuary, much to Kazehana's amusement, who often teased her about her hikikomori tendencies. Yet, Kazehana had noticed Matsu venturing out more in recent months, a change that pleased her.

"Had a call with Ichika?" Kazehana inquired, curling up comfortably despite the lack of sake— a ban imposed by Matsu in her domain.

"Yep. It was about his upcoming fight with that Laura girl," Matsu replied, her thoughts still partly on the conversation with Ichika and the weight it carried.

"Something wrong about it?" Kazehana's curiosity was piqued, sensing that there might be more beneath the surface of Matsu's summary.

"You remember that fight that Miya had with Chifuyu."

The memory of the fight between Miya and Chifuyu, an unforgettable display of skill and tenacity, was etched deeply in all who witnessed it. Chifuyu, a mere human, had managed to face Miya, one of the strongest Sekirei, and hold her own against her.

Seeing a human soldier matching a Sekirei in combat was remarkable, a testament to Chifuyu's extraordinary abilities.

The encounter took an even more dramatic turn when Karasuba, known for her ruthless aggression, launched a surprise attack on Chifuyu.

Yet, Miya intervened, blocking the Black Sekirei's strike and protecting Chifuyu. It was evident that Miya viewed Chifuyu as her opponent, unwilling to allow anyone else to interfere in their duel.

This incident shed light on Chifuyu's feelings towards Takehito, who had saved her life. It was now understandable why Chifuyu might have developed a crush on him, considering his pivotal role in her survival.

Kazehana's question broke through Matsu's contemplation, "What's on your mind, Matsu? You've been skittish the last few days." The observation highlighted the depth of their friendship and Kazehana's ability to perceive the subtle shifts in Matsu's demeanor.

Matsu knew that Minato, too, would have likely picked up on her recent unease had he not been preoccupied with organizing the beach trip with Tsukiumi—a detail Matsu had kept to herself. Despite this, she couldn't resent him for not noticing her state of mind and recognizing the demands of his responsibilities.

"I have been doing some research. You know, forgetting my mind of Laura and Charlotte." Matsu admitted. The reaction of Kazehana was predictable.

"I don't see, Matsu, how that is relaxing," Kazehana commented, her tone laced with incredulity at Matsu's peculiar method of unwinding.

"I've been looking up information about Ichika. From what I gather, he lived in the same village as Minato when the boy was around six and Minato was ten," Matsu shared, laying the groundwork for her findings, or the lack thereof.

Kazehana, intrigued, prompted further. "And what did you find?"

"Nada," was Matsu's succinct, frustrated reply.

"Nada?" Kazehana echoed, seeking clarification.

"I haven't found anything about Ichika or Chifuyu before that date. Before he was six years old and the other stuff. I haven't found a single trace of the two. Which infuriates me to no end,"

Matsu confessed, her irritation palpable. Her identity as the wisdom Sekirei made the absence of information particularly galling.

Kazehana, piecing together Matsu's intent, offered a piece of shared knowledge. "Minato told me that they lived in the village and that Chifuyu and Ichika were about all they had left as family. No parents and other siblings. You were looking for that, right?"

Her insight highlighted her keen understanding, a reminder of her often-underestimated acuity.

"Indeed, Kazehana. Not to toot our own horn, but we are superior to humans. Yet, that Chifuyu girl did what she did. Ichika now does this. This guy is under pressure; we can't imagine. Yet, he persists. Few would have continued,"

Matsu mused, her frustration turning to a mix of admiration and curiosity. The resilience and capabilities of Chifuyu and Ichika, seemingly beyond what was typical for humans, puzzled her.

"You think Chifuyu Orimura or Ichika Orimura are not just human beings. And you can't find out how and why and what?" Kazehana's question underscored the mystery surrounding the Orimuras, a puzzle that challenged even Matsu's extensive knowledge and resources.

Matsu's agreement with a nod signaled her vexation and the depth of the enigma they faced. The conversation, while offering no immediate answers, highlighted the intricate web of secrets and challenges that surrounded Ichika and Chifuyu, fueling Matsu's determination to unravel the truth, even as she acknowledged the need for a momentary reprieve—a drink to soothe her vexed spirit.

Kazehana's question hung in the air, reflecting the curiosity and concern that shadowed their discussion. "You think Minato would know?" she probed, seeking insights from Matsu, whose response was both swift and decisive.

"No. If Mina-tan knew, he'd have told us. And I think he'd be interested in that part too," Matsu asserted, her eyes betraying a flicker of determination that spoke volumes of her commitment to uncovering the truth.

Kazehana, unable to hide her surprise, pressed on. "You haven't told him?"

Matsu was firm in her response, a testament to her resolve to handle the matter with discretion. "No, and you're not going to tell him. I'll look up more information before I do something. Same with Ichika-tan. That guy has enough on his plate."

Her protective stance towards Minato and Ichika was clear, acknowledging the burdens they already bore.

The conversation shifted as Kazehana pondered the complex dynamics at play. "I am still not sure how to see this all. I mean. I know we're different from humans, and all you want, but…"

Matsu interjected, "Yeah, you mean the way they treat Ichika. That is just plain horrible. You will not like it, but I think they are in love with him."

The revelation seemed to stun Kazehana, prompting a disbelief that mirrored Matsu's initial reaction to her conclusion.

"Those. Girls. Like him…? After all the trouble they do to him. You mean to tell me that they are in love with him." Kazehana's disbelief was palpable, struggling to reconcile the girls' actions with the notion of love.

Matsu confirmed her analysis with a nod. "Yep. They're like Tsukiumi before Minato winged her. Tsunderes. The lot of them. At least our watery girl swallowed her pride and allowed herself to be honest. But with Ichika, they don't have that. Those girls are too prideful to admit they are in love with Ichika. Or have some fantasies, at least."

Kazehana needed a moment to digest this, her mind racing to align this new perspective with her observations. "That's messed up, Matsu."

Matsu's response hinted at an underlying truth that extended beyond their immediate circle to the broader dynamics of human relationships.

"Yeah, but you see another thing? Kusano-tan already thought that Rin was in love with him. So, I guess she is right. The rest with the same girls."

As the weight of their conversation settled, Kazehana longed for Minato's return, craving the comfort and clarity his presence brought. "I can't wait till Minato gets home. If Uzume and Chiho-chan, I will drag him along for a fix because I need it." Her words, half in jest, half in earnest, underscored the complexity of their lives.

"I hope you don't mind I join. Cause I need one as well. Or I can get Minato to pay me back for the favors he owes me. Don't worry, I'll drag you along," Matsu chimed in with a mix of jest and earnestness, the idea of a collective unwind appealing in the wake of their recent stresses. Kazehana could hardly wait for that.

"We do need to convince Chiho and Uzume for that," Matsu mused, considering the logistics of gathering their extended family for a much-needed respite.

"Don't worry, we'll allow it," came the reassuring voices of Chiho and Uzume from the hallway, their timely interjection drawing smiles from the room's occupants.

"Can we come in?" Uzume inquired with a gentle smile, her presence alongside Chiho a welcome addition to the conversation.

"How long have you been there?" Matsu asked, curiosity piqued by their sudden appearance.

"Long enough," Chiho replied with a hint of mischief, supported by Kazehana as she entered the room. Uzume followed suit, settling in comfortably as Chiho found a spot on Kazehana's lap, a gesture of closeness that went unchallenged.

The Veiled Sekirei, accommodating as ever, positioned herself next to Matsu, making room for their growing circle. "We didn't hear you coming back. How was your day?" Kazehana inquired, her arms instinctively wrapping around the younger girl in a protective embrace.

"We had a lot of fun. About not hearing us, Miya told us that Kusano and Musubi went straight to bed. They hung out with Shiina and Yukari. Looks like they had a great day, too,"

Uzume shared her update, painting a picture of a day filled with fun.?

However, not all relationships within the group were as harmonious with Yukari.

Minato's sister had a history of conflict with the other Sekirei, including Chiho. Her strong-willed nature often clashed with her brother's decisions, leading to tense moments and, at times, a violent reaction when Minato confronted her and their mother's actions. Uzume's intervention by restraining Yukari underscored the severe nature of these conflicts and the lengths they went to maintain peace.

Minato had gotten the message NOT to get involved in that.

"Either way, Matsu. What was that about Ichika and his sister and so on?" Uzume asked as she was getting more curious about it.

Matsu, known for pursuing knowledge, expressed frustration at the lack of information. "I don't know much, Uzume. From what I get, I don't find much about their previous lives. Like they didn't even exist. And you know how I feel about that and how it gets me." Her inability to uncover their history was a rare gap in her otherwise extensive understanding of the world around them.

The mood lightened as Chiho and Kazehana discussed plans before their upcoming date. Chiho's inquiry, "So you want to have a ride before our date, right?" was met with Kazehana's affirmative response. However, her smile left Chiho feeling slightly apprehensive about what that entailed.

Kazehana assured the two. "No date. It's just a ride. Promised. And we'll keep him intact enough for you. And we'll do it not immediately. When he comes with Tsukiumi, they'll sleep it off first," was meant to ease any concerns, but Uzume's hesitation was evident.

The underlying tension of having two older, sexually frustrated Sekirei in the group was something Uzume acknowledged as a challenging dynamic, understanding that their collective stress needed to be addressed sooner rather than later for the sake of everyone's well-being.

"Okay, but what do you want to tell Minato when he returns?" Uzume's question reflected her concern for how they would navigate the situation upon Minato's return.

Kazehana's response, "We'll see when he gets home. I don't know about you, but I need a night's rest," highlighted the immediate need for rest and recovery after the day's events.

The acknowledgment that they were all, in various ways, drained underscored the intense emotional and physical toll of their current circumstances.

Uzume took Chiho to their room, seeking the comfort of shared space for the night. Matsu opted to stay in her room, perhaps finding solace in solitude, while Kazehana decided against spending the night alone, choosing instead to join Musubi and Kusano.

This decision, while practical, also hinted at the deep-seated need for connection and support among them during trying times.

Lying awake before succumbing to sleep, Kazehana's thoughts drifted to Minato. She pondered the challenges ahead, not just for herself but for Minato as the heart of their flock.

The weight of responsibility on Minato's shoulders, the expectations placed upon him, and the complex dynamics of their relationships were all factors that would undoubtedly influence the days to come. In the quiet of the night, Kazehana's concern for Minato reflected the broader apprehensions of the group.

Line break. Back at the beach

Minato was sure he had been looking forward to this, and his stress had gone away during the day.

He was happy about that as he had to perform for the amount of patience Tsukiumi had in the last weeks. Because now she got a bit of a reward from him.

Minato lay in his bed with just his trousers on and was shirtless when he heard the toilet flushing. Then he turned to see his Sekirei; she was wearing nothing.

Minato had seen her body before, but now, with her usual hairstyle, her lengthy hair wove behind her, and her arms next to her side, Tsukiumi looked so damn cute. The blush over her face was even better as Minato had a full view of his fourth Sekirei.

Her tits were on full display, he could see her legs and the treasure beneath her, and she was now fully blushing at him.

"Minato, art thou okay? Thou haven't said anything?" It had taken a long while before Tsukiumi understood that when Minato was silent, he was often blown away by the appearance of his Sekirei.

"I'm a bit speechless," Minato confessed while he drank at the Sekirei's sight.

"I've seen you naked so many times, yet it always blows me away," Minato admitted as the girl blushed at him.

He was honest, and she slid down on his lap while her blue eyes took in Minato's eyes, and he was mesmerized.

Minato had a hard time believing that this woman laid claim to him, but he wasn't saying anything else. Cupping her face, he kissed her on the lips, and Tsukiumi had been waiting for that for a good while. So when a tongue pressed on the teeth, entrance was permitted.

He could feel the food she ate and the drinks she tasted. But that wasn't the only thing he felt.

She tasted like Tsukiumi, and that was enough. When her wings came out, she could feel the energy coming out of her body, and her face lit up like a firestorm. Yet, she didn't let go. Pressing closer to him, she rubbed against him.

Her chest was against his, and that made him growl. She wouldn't admit it, but she loved feeling that fuzzy when he pressed her body closer to her.

He relished in the feeling of those tits on his body. His arms were now around her body, and he pressed closer. They weren't just staying there. When he was sure, he began to feel her up.

Not her tits but to her butt. Despite the training, The supple flesh kept her bubble-like shape, and Minato couldn't help but enjoy that feeling.

Tsukiumi pressed on his hair and made movements with that.

But she needed some air, so he let her go when she pressed on her Ashikabi, and she couldn't breathe enough.

Their faces shared a healthy blush when they looked at each other. "So what do you think?"

"I think that my Ashikabi is a pervert. And that I would like to continue with the perverted activities." The dere came through, and God, did he love her for that.

"Your wish is my command, my Sekirei. What do you want me to do?" He asked, and Tsukiumi pressed her lips on his again.

That was easy to understand, and they began to kiss again. It wasn't just a long one; they released and caught each other.

Letting go, their mouths touched necks and cheeks as they were going in a pleasant buzz which would their lovemaking.

Minato couldn't help but enjoy that Tsukiumi was a bit more aggressive in this than his other Sekirei and liked having that extra bit of her.

Not that Tsukiumi was a complete dominatrix, and Minato wouldn't let her become one; she was just a bit more forceful, and Minato followed her instead of the other girls who followed his lead.

He didn't mind it as Tsukiumi clarified what she wanted to do.

The trousers became wet, and he knew that the girl was as aroused as his. Seeing each other half-naked and being in that daze tends to make your body to be a bit more sensitive. So when Tsukiumi rubbed on his spot, she could feel that her Ashikabi got aroused.

Smirking, she pulled his pants down and looked at what her Ashikabi packed.

"This looks painful. Would my Ashikabi like it when I relieved him?" She smirked while she buried in his crotch. Minato prepped himself further on the bed so Tsukiumi didn't have her legs dangling over the bed. He knew that she had that.

While she could blow, she decided to use what Mother Nature was so gracious of giving her and wrapped her tits around his member.

The entire day they had moved in the sea and the sweat, with no shower around and just a lavatory, Tsukiumi had a significant advantage over her Ashikabi as she began to wrap her tits around his dick. They already had lubrication.

Unlike the others, she moved her tits at her own pace, and Minato's hips had found one which gave him the most pleasure. It was slow and deliberate, and Minato delivered on the thrusts, showing that he was a guy and enjoying this.

Tsukiumi could see his head popping every so often, and she let drool on it every so frequently to make it slide even more. Gritting his teeth, Minato couldn't help but enjoy the buildup he had. While it had only been a few days since he came home from a night-long with Kagari, he wouldn't stop as Tsukiumi smiled at her Ashikabi.

She enjoyed the movement, which gave her pleasure in some regards.

Being winged by seven Sekirei boosted Minato as a human regarding stamina, strength, and resilience. That was why he could keep it up with the aliens despite being still 'human.' So that is why Tsukiumi had been going at it, and he smiled at her as she couldn't get him off just yet. Where did Minato learn to hold out?

She couldn't help but try harder as she began to add her mouth as well. Every time he came out, she kissed his dick and sucked on it, and Minato had started to move faster, out of her pace. Her fine; she knew how frantic sought-after release could be.

It didn't take long for her to see how her Ashikabi released at her. Minato's erratic breath was a suitable warning, and she could feel how he had been willing to show her his love. When he came over tits and in her mouth, Tsukiumi could only look up and smile at him.

"So, did you like it, my Ashikabi?" The guy smiled and nodded. But in his eyes was a glint. One the Sekirei hoped to see more.

"I think that I should repay you." He went down on her legs and saw how aroused she had become. When his tongue found her core that was dripping with fluids, he began to kiss down and suck on her.

He had become with his tongue and, from what he guessed and saw, could drive all the girls of his harem mad as hell. Tsukiumi wasn't sure if she was on this planet.

Every time it was her turn, Minato had gotten better. Last time was already something; Tsukiumi knew she was ascending from ordinary life.

She kept shouting as Minato enjoyed teasing her. Her reactions were just incredible. She didn't shout and held it in as Minato drove his little tsundere mad with lust. Adding a finger and knowing where to press it puts more pressure on Tsukiumi, who drooled like mad.

It was all she needed to get her release.

When she was done, Minato sat up, ready for more action. So when he was sure, Tsukiumi laid down and placed her head on the pillow. Minato got between her legs, and he pressed on her place.

Her eyes gave permission, and Minato began to thrust in her slowly. Her breaths had started to space out for a bit as Minato wasn't going fast at her.

He was slow but oh so deliberate. Solid and steady, he went out and got back in. He didn't hurt his Sekirei, who had seen this as pleasure, and from what he could see, Tsukiumi was drooling and whimpering.

Moving her up and down, Tsukiumi couldn't help but enjoy feeling what she had so far. He didn't go too fast, but he did kiss her again, and he began to cop a feel on the tits. She was opening up, and Minato wouldn't let Tsukiumi go.

Tsukiumi and Minato had released in each other during the ride, but even so, Minato stayed buried in her body.

He couldn't get enough of her. Minato knew how Tsukiumi liked it. With her making the shots, still underneath him. Unlike the others, she wasn't open to experimenting yet.

He could try new ideas with Kazehana, Matsu, or even Uzume, but with her, she liked the vanilla stuff even more, and he wouldn't deny her what she liked the most. So when Tsukiumi had begun to gasp for air, Minato stopped and looked at her in worry.

"I am fine. I need to catch my breath. My Ashikabi." When he kissed her again, Minato growled in her ear.

"Please, repeat your Norito for me." He practically begged that from the Water girl, who could only smile.

"By the water of my contract, My Ashikabi's ills will be purified!" She smiled as Minato went in her, and she could feel her filling him up.

When he was done, he pulled out and dropped next to her. Her Ashikabi was exhausted, and she didn't have time to catch him as she landed in her tits. Catching her lover, Tsukiumi looked at him and couldn't help but chuckle.

Minato had been worried, and his stress had caught up. The entire day at the beach wasted his energy and cleared his head. She looked down and felt sore but so good. The aftermath of multiple orgasms on her body and the state that she was in caused her to smile.

She was so damn happy that she got this Ashikabi. When they got pregnant, she would raise her kids so they could have a great family.

But for now, she needed some rest. When Minato woke up, they could have sex again.

Later that night, it proved to be the case. He woke up a few hours later, and they were ready to go again. She was sure that Minato had been having the stamina that exceeded many men.

She was already awake when Minato moved over her body, and she had gotten damn horny.

They were sure to sleep for a few more hours when they returned.

In the room next to them, Kuno was above Shigi. She was, like the others, in a state of arousal. Both were looking for a new place to stay as they were getting tired of not being allowed to have sex in their room either.

The smaller Sekirei couldn't help but moan as her voice grew higher by the amount of pressure that her Ashikabi put on her.

Like Minato and his Sekirei, they had begun to pursue a sexual relationship, and Shigi enjoyed being inside Kuno as the smaller Sekirei kept up her pace and enjoyed the lovemaking. He held her hands, and she just went up and down on his body while he met her pace.

They had started in the bathroom as they underdressed each other and washed themselves. Shigi found it funny to tease his Sekirei in some regards, and she couldn't help but be a mess when he did.

Being married had a lot of perks.

Kuno couldn't believe her Ashikabi could hold off for so long while she rode and kissed him.

When she came down, he touched her petite butt, and his hands wandered all over her body. Kuno gasped as she felt how her Ashikabi touched one place.

Sending him a glare made it clear she didn't want that place to be touched. When he let her go, he continued the pace that the two enjoyed.

"Are you happy, Kuno?" She beamed at him when he drove her wild.

"I am. Keep going, dear." Not used to that name yet, Shigi did what he did best: to continue.

It was due to practice. Both had gotten good at this and as a bird of love, Kuno could feel her Ashikabi coming inside her.

Not that they minded. Minato had been having sex without protection for months, and none of the girls had managed to get knocked up.

When she smiled at him at the height of the climax, he saw the blush on her face.

"Shigi, I love you." She said as she collapsed at him. When he caught her, Shigi placed the girl next to him.

Her head landed on his shoulder. She smiled at him as the last bit of consciousness was still there. Shigi had called it giving out.

The fact your body was too tired even to stay awake. Despite your mind being awake, your body no longer went along with it, and Shigi had it experience a good amount of times.

"Love you too, Kuno." He said as he kissed her forehead. When he pulled the blankets up, his body also gave out.

In another room, Oosumi was busy driving Kaho mad.

It was good that all the guys had their MBI cards with a good amount of money.

A baby costs a lot of money, and none of the guys have had a job. Much like Minato, he had been trying to get Kaho knocked up, but they had no luck. Not that either of them cared. They knew they were healthy, and they had to keep trying.

Oosumi had his wife run a checkup at MBI, and they said that she was healthy and that they didn't worry. Getting the Sekirei pregnant wasn't easy, and they requested that they continue.

So that's what he did.

Kaho's legs had been on the shoulders of her Ashikabi as he drove in her.

They had gotten expressive on the beach, and like Minato and Shigi, Oosumi had been looking forward to a good time with his Sekirei. She couldn't help but smile at her Ashikabi.

They had their fate, and she couldn't help but drink at the sight of her Ashikabi.

Touching her tits, Kaho mewled and moaned as Oosumi began to feel faint. They had been going at it for a while, and it always took him time to get Kaho riled up.

He had grown used to that part of her, and it was just her body that had gotten better used to being around him again.

They didn't give care. They had to start from zero again.

She had come back to him after Karasuba killed her, and they were winged. And no way either was letting the other go.

Kaho began to wonder about their family, but she had no time as Oosumi had started to reach the extent of his limit. He was ready to release what he had left inside her.

And it was lucky she had begun to get used to herself. In a silent cry, she brought her release as Oosumi released his sperm in her.

With her legs removed from his shoulders, Oosumi remained up until his face made it clear that he was tired.

Kaho didn't hesitate and caught him. With her head on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around him, she was ready to fall asleep. Everything else could wait till morning.

She would like some fun as well. Next time, she will go to Musubi and talk about the kids.

The mood they had at the Inn was downright infectious. But that was for later.

They could spend one more day on the beach tomorrow.

But for others, the next day wouldn't be so pleasant.

Line break. Back at the ISA.

From the start, Ichika knew he had to confront Laura and Houki. Thus, he discussed some strategies with Charlotte.

Matsu had called him again, and he was lying in bed when he took the call.

"Good morning, Matsu."

"Heya, Ichika. Feeling a bit better?" The Sekirei asked, and Ichika sensed a hint of cheerfulness in his voice.

However, facing a super deadly soldier in an equally fatal exoskeleton wasn't uplifting for him. Especially considering this soldier was out to kill him and resented him for making her sister vulnerable.

Didn't that girl understand that soldiers had their reasons for wanting to return home?

"I am many things right now, Matsu, but 'better' isn't one of them. I'm more resigned to my fate," Ichika replied.

"Don't be so negative. Though, I'm not sure I'm one to talk," Matsu responded with a hint of apprehension. "I've discovered something hazardous."

"What could be more dangerous than a girl who wants me dead?" Ichika inquired, relieved that Charlotte was still asleep.

"It's something I found in Bodewig's IS. I have no idea what it is, but it's called Valkyrie. It's supposed to activate when she's on the brink of defeat. From what I've gathered, this thing will take over her and her Infinite Stratos, transforming her into the most powerful entity she can conceive."

Ichika let out a chuckle tinged with sarcasm.

"If I had any money, I'd bet it would take the form of my sister. Just out of curiosity, Matsu-san, have you mentioned this to Minato?"

Matsu knew she hadn't, as Minato was most likely still sleeping.

"Nope. I'll tell him when I get home. Or maybe he'll see for himself at the beach. Hate to say it, Ichika-tan, but this is pretty big," she sounded apologetic about that little matter.

"Matsu, don't worry. It's not your fault things have gotten this crazy and out of control. But I'm just hoping to stay alive. So, do you mind watching me when things go crazy?"

Matsu smiled at the interaction, and Ichika felt a bit better.

"It's a real damn shame, Ichika, that there are no Sekirei out there now. Because I know if you had the gene, you'd be one of the best Ashikabis."

When Minato brought this boy home, she intended to test if he possessed the Ashikabi genes. The Sekirei world was vast, and Matsu knew their kind wasn't limited to Earth alone. Secrets abounded, even hidden from her keen intellect.

Matsu understood why most Sekirei remained indifferent to their extraterrestrial origins. Originating from space—aliens, in essence—they found little reason to dwell on their ancestry.

The last she knew, virtually every Sekirei on Earth was contentedly "winged" and living with their Ashikabi, united by a singular goal: to increase the next generation of Sekirei on Earth.

As for what lay beyond in the cosmos, it remained a mystery. Perhaps more Sekirei existed in space, venturing to Earth or exploring other alien worlds.

But for Matsu, such questions were of less concern. Her priorities were to revel in her abilities, enjoy life, and support her somewhat clueless husband in his endeavors.

For many Sekirei, the prospect of bringing a child into the world became increasingly enticing. Recently, Matsu had been house hunting and discussing potential homes with Kazehana, Uzume, and Chiho. They envisioned a spacious place akin to the inn they currently reside in, where their future children could have separate rooms and laughter and joy could fill every corner.

Regrettably, Takehito and Miya gently urged them to find a new place. Matsu had cherished her years at Maison Izumo, coming to see it as her own.

Yet, she comprehended the Asama couple's reasons. With children on the way, the inn would become too crowded for Miya to manage comfortably.

Nevertheless, they planned to stay nearby. The thought of their children asking to visit "Auntie Miya" brought smiles to their faces, anticipating years of shared laughter.

But now, their attention turned back to the topic of their soon-to-be honorary uncle.

"Let's just say, Matsu-san, that I'm not exactly in the mood for love right now. But I have a question, if you don't mind," Ichika began, addressing the wisdom-filled Sekirei.

With a nod, Matsu, lying comfortably in her room, signaled him to proceed.

"Sure. Though I can't promise I'll have an answer."

"Matsu-san, considering what you mentioned in the email about those girls being in love with me... I'm curious. Did any of you ever feel the urge to hit, belittle, or even kill Minato? Given that there are eight of you, I wonder. Have you girls ever done that?"

The bespectacled woman paused, reflecting on their collective past.

Their journey hadn't been smooth sailing, with plenty of tumult and adjustment issues surrounding Minato's relationships, especially in the early days.

The dynamics shifted notably when Uzume was the last to be winged, and Chiho also became a lover of Minato, bringing its own set of challenges, yet they managed to navigate through.

"We've certainly faced our challenges. When you visit, we'll have plenty of stories to share. But going to the lengths those girls went for you? No, we've never contemplated inflicting such pain on Mina-tan. Tsukiumi was tough on him initially, but she softened over time. She's become an enjoyable presence after letting go of her ego and pride. And, well, she's a lot more fun to be around now," Matsu explained, hinting at more intimate details than necessary.

"Matsu, that's more information than I needed. But I appreciate your support. Thanks for being there," Ichika responded, a bit overwhelmed but grateful, as Matsu chuckled.

"You're welcome, Ichika-tan. Now, head into that fight with confidence. We'll catch up later."

"Thanks, Matsu-san. I'll give you a call when this is all over." Ending the call, Ichika noticed Charlotte standing beside him, her tone lacking its usual cheerfulness.

"You're really taking this to heart, asking the Sekirei of Wisdom for her protection," she observed.

"Charles, she nearly ended Rin and Cecilia. If we don't have someone on our side, it could be the end of us—or at least me. She's the strongest in our year, isn't she?" Ichika stood, his resolve firm.

Charlotte nodded in understanding. "What a circus," she thought, pondering how Houki would react to the unfolding events. Neither she nor Ichika felt hungry, yet they knew they needed the energy. As they moved to their table, others joined, and they all acted as generally as possible before heading to the locker room, a space now teeming with influential figures from the Infinite Stratos community.

Line break. In Shinto Teito

Matsu found herself deep in thought over the complex dynamics involving Chiho and Uzume. Adding two more to Minato's already extensive circle should have brought unforeseen complications, yet for Uzume, this was just another day in their unconventional family.

Her curiosity was piqued more by Chiho's integration. Unlike previous additions, Chiho hadn't been "winged" in the traditional sense, yet their intimate encounters had forged a solid connection to rival any formal bond.

Matsu understood that infidelity could unravel the intricate ties binding a Sekirei to their Ashikabi. However, this situation didn't fit the usual definitions of betrayal.

The bonds within their group hadn't weakened; if anything, they strengthened when Chiho and Minato were together, their affectionate exchanges only bringing them closer.

They had embraced Chiho and Uzume with open arms, recognizing the trials they had endured together, which had already made them closer than mere roommates.

Their acceptance spoke volumes of the depth and resilience of their relationships, a testament to the unconventional but unbreakable family they had built.

Matsu's reflections were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. Opening it, she found the very person she needed for this conversation.

"Takehito," Matsu greeted with a smile upon seeing the scientist. The kindly doctor stood in the doorway, returning her smile with a grin.

"Hey, Matsu. Miya's preparing breakfast and sent me to fetch you. Is something on your mind?" he inquired.

Matsu nodded, her mind racing with thoughts she hoped Takehito could help untangle. "I just got off a call with Ichika-tan, and something's been bothering me. It's about Uzume-tan's winging by Mina-tan," she began, prompting Takehito to cross his arms and listen intently.

"It's less about the winging itself and more about the theory you've proposed behind it. To us, it means welcoming a new sister-wife into our fold. But what piques my curiosity is Minato's relationship with Chiho-baby," Matsu said, unable to suppress a mischievous grin.

Takehito raised an eyebrow, "What about it? Are you having doubts because Minato is also bedding Chiho?"

Matsu shook her head, dismissing the suggestion. "No, it's not that. I'm actually surprised that none of us have any issues with Chiho joining our little flock, sharing intimate moments with her and all. It's peculiar, really. Mina-tan has shattered everything we thought we knew about Sekirei bonds."

Understanding dawned on Takehito's face as he reflected on Matsu's words. His curiosity led him to research the dynamics between the Ashikabi and Sekirei, mainly focusing on Musubi, Uzume, and now Chiho.

"Well, it's a fascinating situation indeed. The bond between Chiho and Minato is unique—they're not winged in the traditional sense, yet their affection for each other has blossomed into love. As for why Chiho's presence hasn't compromised your bonds with Minato, it's because all of you genuinely care for her. That positive sentiment is the key," Takehito explained.

Matsu absorbed Takehito's explanation, finding solace in the logic underpinning their unconventional family dynamics. The affection and acceptance Chiho received from the group wasn't just superficial; it was rooted in genuine care and love, mirroring the principles that had allowed their unique relationships to flourish.

"Indeed, everyone's fondness for Chiho, including Kusano's affectionate reference to her as 'neechan,' underscores the warmth and acceptance she's been shown. It's remarkable how seamlessly she's integrated into our lives," Matsu reflected, appreciating their cultivated inclusive environment.

Takehito's analysis shed light on the nuanced dynamics at play, highlighting how the plurality of bonds within their circle mitigated potential conflicts arising from new additions. "

The fact that Minato has formed multiple bonds makes including a new partner less impactful regarding emotional strain. Chiho's arrival wasn't seen as a threat but rather as an extension of your collective bond, enriched by your favorable sentiments towards her. This has undoubtedly contributed to the stability and growth of your relationships," he concluded, emphasizing the adaptive nature of their connections.

Matsu nodded, processing the insightful observations. Yet, a lingering curiosity prompted her to delve deeper into the complexities of their intertwined lives.

"But what does this mean for the future? If our bonds can adapt this flexibly to include someone like Chiho, does that suggest we might see more evolutions or challenges in our relationships as we move forward? How do we navigate the potential for more 'new numbers' without destabilizing what we've built?"

Matsu inquired her question, reflecting both her analytical mind and her desire to protect the harmony of their extended family.

Takehito pondered her question, recognizing the importance of foresight in maintaining the delicate balance of their interconnected lives. "That's a thoughtful concern, Matsu. The adaptability of your bonds is a strength, but it also necessitates careful consideration and mutual respect among all involved. Open communication and reaffirming your commitments to each other will be key. As long as the core values that bind you remain intact, you can face any challenges or changes with resilience and unity."

"But if that's the case, why doesn't Chiho-baby wing any of us?" Matsu asked, her curiosity piqued. Takehito looked momentarily puzzled by the question.

"I'm not quite following you, Matsu."

"Well," Matsu elaborated, "you mentioned our bond grew stronger because Chiho-baby is around. We all genuinely like her, and she feels the same about us. So, why hasn't she been able to wing any of us? If love and affection are there, and considering Uzume-tan was winged by Mina-tan, wouldn't it make sense for Chiho to be able to do the same? I mean, I'm not opposed to the idea. Yet, despite our closeness and affection—believe me, we've all shared tender moments with Chiho-baby—she has winged none of us."

Takehito processed Matsu's query, recognizing the depth of her question. After a moment of contemplation, he offered a thoughtful response.

"The essence of winging isn't solely about love or affection; it's also about the strength and compatibility of the Ashikabi. While Chiho has formed deep bonds with each of you, her ability to wing Sekirei in the same manner as Minato is limited by her inherent strength as an Ashikabi. Minato's unique capacity to form such bonds is what drew you all to him initially, and his soul's call resonates on a level that Chiho's currently does not," he elaborated, highlighting the distinction between Minato's and Chiho's abilities to form bonds.

He paused, reflecting on the unique dynamics of their family. "Chiho's role within our circle is profound, transcending the need for traditional winging. Her bond with us is based on mutual care and affection, which, while not formalized through winging, is equally valuable. It's a testament to the strength and flexibility of our connections."

Matsu nodded, understanding the delicate balance between the mystical and emotional ties that bound them together. "So, our unity and strength lie not just in the bonds we formally recognize but also in the love and respect we share, regardless of whether it's sealed through winging."

"Exactly," Takehito affirmed, a sense of urgency in his voice as he glanced towards the stairs. "Now, we should join the others for breakfast. We'll need all the strength and unity we can muster, especially with Ichika's challenges today."

With a shared sense of resolve, Matsu and Takehito made their way downstairs, joining the lively gathering of their family. Amidst the laughter and light-hearted banter, a sense of solidarity and preparedness filled the air, a reminder of the trials ahead and the unbreakable bonds that would see them through.

Back at the beach

Minato arose from his slumber. His face lay on a couple of pillows. Not the pad that he usually used but the superb tits that belonged to Tsukiumi. She stroked his hair, and nothing in her mind would make her move him away.

She had a certain likening to the fact that her Ashikabi would go this far for them, and he'd be that exhausted. The Water Sekirei couldn't help but like that part of her Ashikabi.

And now, he slept here with his face on her breasts and clinging to her body. She was also feeling a bit dirty. Their body fluids had been swept around the place, and the room just smelled of sex.

Sweat, saliva, their body's special fluids, and the whole thing. It made Tsukiumi feel slightly degraded, but that wasn't her concern now.

Tsukiumi just stroked his hair when he breathed, and he'd come back to earth.

'He's mine. For now.' He snuggled closer to her breasts, and it began to tickle her, but that wasn't her problem.

She wasn't sure if she should stay awake or go back to sleep with him.

But when Minato moved a certain way, she knew the day was out there for them.

"Good morning, Minato," Tsukiumi greeted him, her voice soft in the morning calm.

Still shaking off the remnants of sleep, Minato offered her a warm smile. "Good morning, Tsukiumi."

"I hope thee slept well," she said, her concern genuine.

Minato nodded to her chest and smiled as he felt the tits. He wasn't a pervert, but damn, he could appreciate them. "Like a rose. And you, Tsukiumi? Did you find rest?"

The hint of a smile played on Tsukiumi's lips as she leaned in to kiss him, her wings unfurling gracefully behind her. "Kazehana has taken to calling it your 'magical touch.' I find myself in agreement. Your presence brought me a night of peaceful slumber," she admitted, her usual tsundere facade softened by the moment's tenderness.

Minato's heart warmed at her words, the simple joys of their connection a constant source of wonder for him.

"Now, would you mind giving me some privacy so I can get dressed?" Tsukiumi asked with a playful yet firm tone.

Minato nodded, understanding the cue, and left the room, grabbing his trousers on the way out. As he settled outside, he noticed Oosumi and Shigi already there, looking somewhat spent yet content.

"You two seem like you've had quite the night," Minato quipped as he made himself comfortable beside them.

Both men, despite their evident fatigue, wore satisfied smiles. "I'm holding you responsible, Minato. Your escapades inspired Kaho to new heights of enthusiasm. I've managed barely two hours of sleep. Guess I'll be catching up on rest at the beach," Shigi remarked, his voice devoid of any real complaint, his grin betraying his fond recollection of the night.

"Kaho and I certainly enjoyed ourselves," Oosumi added briefly, a hint of a smile on his face.

When the signal came that it was time to move, the group made their way inside, and before they fully realized it, they found themselves back at the beach, settling down for a day of relaxation.

After a modest breakfast, none wanted to venture into the sea; instead, they opted to rest on their beach towels. The weariness from the night's activities was not unique to them, as many around the beach shared their sentiment.

In that moment of quiet repose, Minato's thoughts returned to Tsukiumi. Her presence had enveloped him so that he momentarily forgot the world's complexities, lost in the serenity she brought him.

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I'll end this here and transport the fight to the other chapter.

I have done it once and I didn't end well. I hope you all liked this new one.

Thank you all for the support.

Saluut.