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.

2. When the Wild Wind Blows AI

No time like the present. I am going to continue getting those chapters into CHAT CPT.

It will take longer than I initially thought, but a manual rewrite would take six months.

This chapter also contains smut, which the AI can't rewrite or do-over.

Hence, the 18+ stuff will be copied from the original written stuff.

I hope none of you take issue with that.

There are also other changes. I have cut some segments I felt weren't needed in the chapter. It's what it is.

The site is also playing up but I think that I found something. When I get to another wifi network, I have to activate the whole CloudFare and then I can make it work. This site has seen better days.

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Have you heard what they said on the news today

Have you heard what is coming to us all

That the world as we know it will be coming to an end

Have you heard have you heard

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Original dates of upload

Chapter four: 24/02/2019

Chapter five: 08/03/2019

Chapter six: 12/04/2019

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Minato was used to crazy situations. In the last few years, he had had crazier events happening to him.

Hence why, now, he was married to six beautiful aliens (and two other women who were involved in him, in interesting ways).

Five of those women had reached an age in body and soul that it was no crime to commit sexual intercourse with them. And damn, did it get to him.

He hadn't been a guy that picked up girls. In fact, during his life, women disregarded him with a glance, and growing up with domineering women in his life didn't make it easier. So, he wasn't used to it when he had girls who were more than willing to make love. It had taken the Sekirei ages before he had been willing to go that far.

What didn't help was that having sex in the Inn was a death sentence. While Takehito had no issue that the Sekirei slept in his bed, having actual sex in the Inn was something the doctor didn't like having in his house, and Minato could agree with that.

Thank God that Japan had an ingenious invention. Love hotels.

The Sekirei had taught Minato that they had no problems of having sex with him. His shyness made it more complex when they came out for that, but at this point, it was nearly normal to spend nights at this place.

Luckily for him, the Sekirei paid for that with their still unlimited MBI cards. Otherwise, it would have overeaten out of his budget. So that was how it was.

If no one had work, school, or anything else, one Sekirei could go over a date and go out. Or with more girls if they were up for it. Or a social hangout.

It didn't matter how or what; it nearly always ended up at night, making sweet, sweet love unless Kusano was taken along.

While the child understood her onii-chan and the onee-chans needed their time alone, it went without saying that when she was alone, the destination was home.

Minato would rather wait ten years or longer before he could even go first base with the pint-sized Sekirei.

Not that he really needed to complain about not having sex. If a man could, he would do the opposite.

Which was a place where Minato spent a lot of time. Sometimes with one girl, sometimes with two, and sometimes with more.

Like Takehito said, they forgot that they were human at one point. Not that he had to worry about that with this woman he had with him now.

Who had blown onto him softly, pressing a kiss on his lips? It made her wings come out, and it caused Minato to look up in the dark eyes of a Wind Mistress. Kazehana had looked into his eyes where she was trying to capture him.

She had been smitten with Minaka for so long, and her heart had taken a heavy hit as that madman rejected her. And here she was, Minato's Sekirei—his son.

And a man ten times better than Minaka could ever be.

Minato wasn't as brilliant or eccentric as Minaka and was nowhere near as headstrong as Takami. He was soft, warm, and gentle, which she had never expected to fall for.

The wild wind had blown her into his arms. A house filled with warmth, a Flock to gently compete with, and an Ashikabi who would suit them.

More than Kazehana could ever desire.

If there was one thing, she hoped that one dream had to be reached. And if she and her sister-wives kept this up, it was just a matter of time.

Although they would have to find ways to work, Minato had to provide for six Sekirei and occasionally for Uzume and Chiho. Still, Kazehana guessed she would imitate human women too much if they wanted Minato to care for seven kids.

They had to do their share in that job as well.

But before that, they had to have their share of their sensual activities. And that was her main course of this night. She smiled and pushed Minato's shoulders down. Prepping on his elbows, Kazehana crawled closer to him.

Dear God, that woman couldn't look any sexier than she was doing right now. She was naked as well as her towel had come down.

While Kazehana wouldn't mind that he would take a good look over her body, she was still touched by his respect to look at her face. Pinging her Ashikabi down, she cupped his face and kissed him.

Words were something that wasn't needed right now. She just wanted to make sweet love to him. So much that he would be happy with that. So when her hands went over his body, she was pleasantly surprised that his hands were touching all over her. They had spent an excellent date together. Eating out at a restaurant, walking around the city, and spending time in Kazehana's favorite place.

On a rooftop looking over the city. She knew what was coming, and she did not want another way.

Not that she minded the hands of her hubby going over her body as he pressed at her soft thighs and enjoyed the feeling of the muscle that was below her.

A warrior, yes, but how she stayed like this for so long was a question worth asking.

Not now. It would ruin the mood.

So she pushed her lips on his and pushed her tongue further down his throat. She enjoyed how he tasted. She wanted him.

Every part of him.

She touched his muscles, arms, and neck as he tensed up. It was clear how much she went over his body. While it was confirmed that Sekirei was much stronger than humans, they enjoyed being submissive to their Ashikabi, especially in the bedroom.

So she was happy with how his hands touched over the other places. She didn't mind taking things at a slow pace.

Minato had grown more used to the women in his life, but he liked to take things slow. So she was okay with that as it meant no rushing was needed for Kazehana. It just meant more sweet love in the later run. She kissed Minato again, and their tongues intertwined as she felt his arousal growing underneath her.

She was happy she still had that effect on him.

So they just continued like that, and they kissed, touched, sucked, and moaned during the interactions. While it was confirmed that the Sekirei had the attributes to in a vulgar tone make Minato cum, they would prefer to have actual sex instead of using their mouths or tits.

Kazehana remembered that last crazy foursome with Uzume and Chiho. At the same time, Chiho was an attractive young woman in terms of her physical attributes. She lost over her Sekirei in that regard. Her Sekirei lost over that regard to Kazehana by a few minor bits.

Minato could have sworn that he had gone crazy. To say that he had not felt two pair of tits over his member would be a lie.

It was just that Kazehana and Uzume had such good teamwork that drove him mad.

For some reason, it always ended with a competition when there were more. And that was why he liked it more than it would be one-on-one. It would not cause him to shrivel up.

But now, Kazehana had him all to herself.

She could feel him underneath her, and his eyes had been clouding up. His school made him want to deal with this lust, so she smiled and nodded herself.

Slowly, she eased herself down on his length as her core had been dripping with her arousal, was eased on him. Minato had been gifted a slightly longer-than-average manhood, and the woman knew it. They all had gotten used to it and enjoyed having that in their bodies.

Rolling her hips, she could feel pleasure coming from deep within, and she had to admit that it was charming to have this guy to herself.

Taking her breasts and slowly tugging on one of her large breasts as he sucked on the nipple, Kazehana could only smile and enjoy her body becoming Minato's.

It was true that those Sekirei had been somewhat overbearing, but in this, Minato was their master, and they could enjoy every second of it. Not that they were sex toys. But it was clear that he was in charge of this. It was hard to change that truth as the Sekirei in his lap whimpered and moaned as she sat in his lap.

Minato had brought her closer to his mouth, and they kissed, his tongue now in her mouth, exploring for all it was worth.

Rocking his hips but not taking her up and slamming her into the wall, Minato just rocked his hips as Kazehana's nails dug into his back. It was a mark that this Ashikabi belonged to her. Not just to her. She had a couple of girls that were bound to him. Their souls sang as their bond grew more robust with the kissing.

Afterward, Minato pressed her closer to his body as he now laid above her, his own body rocking at hers, a tandem, sweet yet rough. Her body was laid open for the pleasure both received. They had now needed to do more as they were busy getting their itch out of their system.

Minato had learned much about Sekirei and women, but his body had to learn his limits. And how to exceed them. But it wouldn't be for this night. With a near trigger, Kazehana felt that he reached his limit.

She would be happy that he would come inside her, but she needed her release. Minato let her take over for a while as she rode him.

'Beautiful.' She rang in his head as she went over him, and her actions drove her over the edge. Not too soon as Minato came inside her. She could feel her belly expanding and growing as he arrived in her. She could feel his seed in her body, doing its work. It wouldn't be for today, but she couldn't wait until she got pregnant with his kids.

They would have a lot more sex before that happened and a lot more afterward.

Much like the other Sekirei if they spoke the truth. Which most of them did. The only one who wasn't talking about that was Kagari.

For now, Kazehana felt Minato slipping out of her body, and he collapsed. Past his experience, she doted on her Ashikabi. She held the man she had longed for close and held him close.

She could admit that the birds they were could teach the world about love. And with a time that matriarchy had established itself as world-leading, she acknowledged that humanity had twisted.

It was no longer beautiful in what she saw in how men were abused today. And not just lovers or known men. No, strangers could do the same.

She had agreed that any harm to her Ashikabi would meet a harsh punishment. And she had delivered punishments on the women who thought they could lay a hand on her Ashikabi. But the wind mistress now only wanted to sleep. She lay next to her Ashikabi as dreams took her away.

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The looming challenge of the duel with Cecilia haunted Ichika's nights. His dreams were much less pleasant than Minato's.

The reality of sharing a room with Houki Shinonono added another layer of complexity to his already troubled thoughts. As the day of the match approached, he found himself wrestling with strategy and the significant disadvantage he faced due to his inexperience with the Infinite Stratos.

The morning shower did little to clear his mind or alleviate his concerns about the upcoming duel. His lack of familiarity with the IS and his opponent's superior piloting skills weighed heavily on him, prompting a deep contemplation of his next steps.

The idea of seeking advice crossed his mind, but pride and solitude held him back. Instead, Ichika chose to wander the school grounds, lost in thought and indifferent to the opinions of others.

Breakfast offered no escape from his predicaments, as Houki's cold inquiry about his plans for facing Alcott pierced the morning's silence. Ichika's response, marked by uncertainty and resignation, highlighted the gravity of the situation he found himself in. "I don't know. I'll see what we have planned next, although I don't know if I'll get an IS. I don't know what to do if that's not true."

The arrival of a third-year student, her red ribbon signifying her senior status, further emphasized the rapid spread of rumors within the academy.

"So, it's true that you challenged a Representative Candidate?"

"Word travels fast around here. And yes, I did so. Why?" Ichika's response, a mix of defiance and weariness, underscored his frustration with the school's constant gossip and the relentless scrutiny he faced.

"Well, I don't know if you know, but the Representative Candidates are all top fighters in their own right. Do you have any experience with fighting in an Infinite Stratos?"

The third-year student's question, laced with genuine concern, opened up an opportunity for Ichika to admit his lack of experience—a truth he could not escape.

"No, I don't." His admission was straightforward, acknowledging his need for guidance in the unfamiliar territory of Infinite Stratos combat.

"Well, maybe I can teach you a few ways to fight." The offer from the senior student was well-intentioned, recognizing Ichika's disadvantage and extending a lifeline of sorts.

"That won't be necessary. I will teach him." The sudden exclamation by Houki took everyone by surprise, Ichika included, who turned to her with an expression of disbelief.

"Why? You are a first-year student like he is. It might be best that he learns from his seniors." The third year's skepticism was palpable, questioning the logic behind Houki's assertion.

"My sister made the Infinite Stratos. I take I am better versed in teaching him." Houki's response, while carrying the weight of her connection to the creator of the IS, effectively silenced the debate, leaving the third year with no choice but to step back.

"What was that?" Ichika's reaction, a mixture of anger and confusion, mirrored the shock of the onlookers. Houki's unilateral decision and how she presented it raised several questions.

"What do you mean?" Houki's confusion at Ichika's reaction hinted at her unawareness of his perspective.

"First of all. You're saying that you're training me. When were you going to tell me that? Second. You used your older sister. Third. You know about as much as I do about the Infinite Stratos. So why do you think you can teach me? You don't have an IS. Fourth. What about my opinion?"

Ichika's rebuttal was a cascade of valid points, highlighting the lack of communication, presumption on Houki's part, and the disregard for his autonomy.

Houki, taken aback by Ichika's assertiveness, tried to justify her stance. "I did that because it is best that I teach you. I know things about the Infinite Stratos. As for your opinion. I think you should be focused more on your upcoming match."

"Can't I do that myself? You were the one who chose to become my trainer. Since when?" Ichika's frustration was evident, challenging Houki's unilateral decision-making.

"Since I am the one who is best suited for this." Houki's final statement, delivered with a conviction that left no room for argument, sealed the matter.

Ichika, faced with Houki's unwavering resolve, realized that, for better or worse, this arrangement was now a part of his journey toward the upcoming duel.

Resigned to Houki's decision regarding his training, Ichika sighed, letting the matter go for the moment. His hope for a quiet breakfast was abruptly shattered when his sister, Chifuyu Orimura, entered the scene with an authoritative demand that breakfast be concluded immediately. Ichika's wish for peace remained elusive, reinforcing the relentless pace of life at the academy.

In class, the focus shifted to the technical aspects of the Infinite Stratos, specifically the cores that powered these advanced machines. Ichika, already struggling to keep up with the curriculum, paid extra attention as the discussion turned to the 467 centers worldwide. These cores, he learned, were rare and the only means by which Personal Units could be produced—a fact that underscored the uniqueness and importance of each unit.

His concentration was broken when Chifuyu directly addressed him, revealing that he would receive a Personal Unit due to the scarcity of units. The announcement was unexpected, to say the least, and Ichika's hope that his sister might be joking quickly faded under the weight of her serious tone.

The classroom erupted into noise at the news, signaling the significance of receiving a Personal Unit in Infinite Stratos. This development marked a turning point for Ichika, thrusting him further into the spotlight and adding a new layer of complexity to his already challenging journey at the academy. The prospect of navigating the responsibilities and expectations that came with a Personal Unit loomed large, promising to test Ichika's resolve and abilities in ways he had yet to comprehend fully.

"Orimura-sensei. Why do I get one? Isn't that unit better used on someone else?" Ichika questioned, his concern evident. The idea of being allocated a Personal Unit weighed heavily on him, especially under such circumstances.

"Looks like some people think that you can be best suited for that. So, stop complaining and get to it." Chifuyu's response was curt, leaving no room for further discussion. Ichika, though dissatisfied with the answer and the lack of choice in the matter, chose not to push the issue further.

"Your unit will be coming at you in the next few days, most likely on Monday." The timing of the delivery, as outlined by Chifuyu, added another layer of complexity to Ichika's predicament.

"And how am I supposed to train with my unit if I will only receive it on the day of the match?" Ichika's frustration was palpable. The tight timeline left him virtually no opportunity to familiarize himself with the Personal Unit, putting him at a significant disadvantage.

"That's your problem. Deal with it." Chifuyu's blunt dismissal underscored her expectation for Ichika to adapt to the situation, regardless of its challenges.

Ichika's mind raced with potential retorts, especially the thought that Chifuyu herself had significantly contributed to his current dilemma. However, recognizing the futility of arguing and the importance of focusing on the upcoming match, he remained silent, internalizing his frustration and concentrating on preparing as best he could.

Some would wonder when Ichika would reach his breaking point under the weight of such relentless challenges. The day's events had left him mentally exhausted, feeling as though his brain had metaphorically thrown in the towel. The transition from the classroom to the dojo with Houki marked a shift from one form of stress to another that Ichika wasn't particularly thrilled about.

Old habits resurfaced as Ichika dressed in the traditional garb for their training session, a familiar routine amidst the chaos of his new life.

However, it quickly became apparent that not all habits were beneficial in this context, as Houki's prowess easily surpassed his. Ichika's lack of recent practice was evident, leading to a swift defeat at her hands.

"What is wrong with you? Weren't you a part of a kendo team in your middle school?" Houki's question carried a hint of disbelief, expecting more from Ichika's performance.

"Nope. I was in the going home club. Had to work to help lessen the load of Chifuyu-nee."

Ichika's response was tinged with a hint of resignation, his past circumstances having steered him away from such activities. He kept to himself that he had learned to fight in other ways, ones he deemed unnecessary for Houki to know.

"Gotta retrain you." The determination in Houki's voice signaled a new phase in Ichika's training that he wasn't entirely prepared for.

"What?" Ichika's confusion was palpable, struggling to understand Houki's rationale.

"I said that I will train you again. If you can't learn to fight properly, it will go over in other parts of your life." Houki's belief in the foundational importance of combat skills was apparent, but Ichika remained skeptical of its applicability to his current situation.

"Oh, no. Houki. I am here to learn how to fight with the Infinite Stratos, not to learn kendo." Ichika tried to steer the conversation back to his immediate concern, the upcoming duel, and his need to master the IS.

"If you are not going to learn kendo, how are you supposed to learn how to fight in an IS?" Houki's counterargument suggested a deeper connection between traditional martial arts and the skills required to pilot the IS effectively, a link Ichika was slow to accept.

"I don't see how kendo will teach me this." His resistance underscored a fundamental disconnect in their approaches to training.

"You will train with me, and later, I'll teach you the Infinite Stratos. For now, get started." Houki's final word on the matter left Ichika with little choice but to comply despite his reservations.

Back in his room that evening, Ichika mulled over the day's events and Houki's insistence on kendo training. Though he disliked the idea, he recognized the lack of alternatives. Yet, deep down, he harbored other ideas and other potential strategies he might employ to navigate the challenges ahead.

Hey Minato. Sorry, I haven't heard from your reply last time. So I decided to let you know. Things in this school are crazy. I am still not used to this whole school and being the only male here. Those girls will be the death of me.

I have some issues with Houki. This morning, she decided to be my coach without consulting me. I'm stuck with this training as I won't have my machine.

I am also fighting Alcott-san. Can you give me some help on that?

Also, I know this is a bad custom, but can you help me with my homework? I have serious issues. Help me out, brother.

Thank you.

After sending off an email detailing his current predicaments and thoughts, Ichika finally succumbed to exhaustion, the day's events weighing heavily on him as he sought refuge in sleep.

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Meanwhile, in Shinto Teito, Minato found himself engrossed in his computer work, his mind effortlessly keeping pace with the tasks.

He looked forward to the day he could work alongside Takehito, contributing to projects that supported the esteemed doctor's work. Takehito, in turn, marveled at Minato's intellect and capability, a refreshing contrast to the more flamboyant or forceful personalities he had previously encountered.

The rhythm of Minato's days had developed a familiar pattern: attending classes, assisting with household duties, engaging in study, and enjoying the company of his Sekirei.

The evenings were a testament to his unique relationships with each Sekirei, marked by playful interactions and moments of affection, such as Musubi's time in his lap, filled with kisses and shared curiosities about Ichika and Minato's friendship.

Often perceived as naïve and overly enthusiastic, Musubi revealed a protective streak, especially regarding Minato. Her past reactions to other women's advances toward him had been unexpectedly fierce, demonstrating her deep bond with Minato despite her usual demeanor.

Upon reading Ichika's email, Minato empathized with his friend's challenging situation. While life with the Sekirei was undoubtedly intense and filled with eccentricities, their strong bonds were unmistakable and brought a profound sense of connection.

This made Minato ponder Ichika's circumstances, drawing parallels and contemplating the nature of bonds and support systems.

With Musubi by his side, eager to see Minato's response, there was a palpable sense of unity and purpose. Her happiness at Minato's focused attention on helping Ichika reflected the deep care and concern that permeated their lives.

Together, they navigated the complexities of their extraordinary existence, finding strength in their bonds and the shared commitment to support one another, regardless of the challenges ahead.

Hello Ichika.

This is going to be a reply to both emails. I will look up Cecilia Alcott and send you some information. One thing you learn is how to examine your opponents and prepare for that. This game taught me that.

As for how the Sekirei think, cause it's not mine. It is all the Sekirei. They are disgusted by the actions that women partake in. They can agree that humans aren't like them, who bind their lives to an Ashikabi, but they can't understand why women would treat men like slaves.

As for defeating Infinite Stratos, I have heard of it, but I think it depends heavily on the pilot and the Sekirei.

Minato's question to Musubi about her ability to defeat an IS reflects the intertwining of their worlds, filled with unique challenges and the constant presence of extraordinary skills. "Musubi-chan. Do you think you can defeat an Infinite Stratos?" he inquired, his tone a mixture of curiosity and the seriousness of the hypothetical scenario they were considering.

Considering the question, Musubi embodied a blend of earnestness and the inherent charm that often accompanied her reflections. "I think I can. If the unit is close-ranged, I need to step out of the weapon's range and deflect the attacks," she confidently replied, her strategy underscoring a deep understanding of her capabilities and the combat dynamics against an IS.

She punched the air, making oh-so-delicious movements to her chest. Minato couldn't help but admire those tits.

Minato delved deeper into the tactical discussion, seeking to understand Musubi's capabilities against different types of IS units. "And if it's a long-range unit? With guns, for example."

Musubi, ever thoughtful and eager to engage in the strategy talk, sought clarification, "If I can avoid the attack and close the distance, yes. When you're talking about Minato-san, what do you call those guns for long-range attacks?"

Recognizing her quest for specificity, Minato offered, "You're looking for a sniper rifle?"

Her nod and the gentle touch to her head confirmed her understanding.

"Yes, if I can get close, I can defeat it. With fast-firing guns, I would have bigger issues. I think that either Kazehana-san or Tsukiumi-san would be better suited for that. Or Uzume-san. But it would also depend on the pilot. I would have a hard time if the pilot is excellent."

Appreciating her insight and the nuances of her analysis, Minato affectionately pecked her on the lips, a gesture of gratitude for her willingness to discuss these hypothetical combat scenarios.

As he returned to his mail, the conversation underscored the collaborative spirit and mutual respect within their unique family, highlighting the strengths and vulnerabilities each member brought to the collective table.

I asked an expert, and she said Sekirei has an advantage for the new mail. I think I can relate. Don't be too pessimistic.

As for Houki, it sounds like Shinonono-san. She has always been headstrong, right? It is good to have some experience in a fight. I know because Miya-san trained my Sekirei as well. As I said, I will send you some information about Alcott-san. If I am not mistaken, I think she uses a sniper rifle. With your homework, I will try, but I will say that your branch is different from yours.

Keep yourself in one piece.

And if you ever need help, ask me. Okay?

After sending the email, Minato turned his attention back to Musubi, who had been by his side throughout the process. Her question, laced with genuine curiosity and concern, prompted him to reflect on the depth of his involvement in Ichika's situation. "Minato-san. If you don't mind. Why are you going so far? I know you would help others, but with Ichika-san, you look invested."

Closing his laptop, Minato shifted to create a more intimate setting, drawing Musubi into his lap. Their closeness was a testament to their bond, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on her waist.

"Ichika and I have a history, Musubi-chan. It's not like we're childhood friends, but I wasn't popular in the day." He shared, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability as he recounted his past.

Indeed, Minato's history was marked by a lack of recognition and appreciation from those around him.

At home, he felt overshadowed and disregarded by his mother, grandmother, and sister, and his peers never seemed to find him noteworthy.

Uzume had once commented on the irony that it took the arrival of Sekirei, extraordinary beings from another world, for anyone to appreciate Minato's qualities.

In his relationship with Ichika, however, Minato found a sense of kinship and equality that was rare in his life. Unlike his dynamic with Yukari, where she dominated, with Ichika, Minato found himself as a mentor and protector.

"It was only with Ichika that I felt I was the same," he explained, highlighting their unique connection.

With Ichika, Minato could embrace the role of an older brother, offering guidance, support, and lessons on life's important matters.

This relationship allowed Minato to express a part of himself that others overlooked, to be someone who mattered and made a difference. This deep-seated bond and shared history drove Minato to go above and beyond for Ichika, investing in his well-being and success with a dedication that spoke volumes about their friendship.

Minato's role in Ichika's life was more than just a friend; he was the father figure Ichika yearned for, despite their relatively small age difference. This dynamic, while unusual and perhaps not the healthiest given their close ages, was underpinned by a deep and meaningful history that bonded them beyond typical friendships.

"History? How can you be history?" The question, likely asked by Musubi or another curious Sekirei, sought to understand the nature of this profound connection.

Minato explained, "It just means we have the same parts in our lives. He and I were much of the same. We looked after each other, and we were just good buds. We are good friends. And you know me. I tend to help others."

This response highlighted the parallels in their experiences and the mutual support that defined their relationship. Minato's inclination to assist those in need extended naturally to Ichika, illustrating the depth of their bond and the genuine care at its foundation.

Their history, marked by mutual support and understanding, transcended the usual boundaries of friendship, creating a unique and memorable connection.

That was a part of why Minato was such a desirable Ashikabi. She kissed Minato and pushed him down as their tongues intertwined, and her wings came out.

"So, when he comes, will you allow us to help him?" The question, poised by one of Minato's Sekirei, underscored the collective spirit and willingness to extend their support beyond their immediate circle, specifically towards Ichika.

"I would be happy if you would do that," Minato responded, reflecting appreciation and consent for the proposed support. As the day ended, marking the end of discussions and plans, Minato gently lifted Musubi, carrying her to the room, signaling the time for rest.

With responsibilities awaiting him at school the next day, Minato knew the importance of a good night's sleep. Surrounded by his Sekirei, enveloped in the warmth and safety they provided, he drifted off to sleep, finding comfort and tranquility in their presence.

Reflecting on the complexities and challenges he faced, Minato acknowledged the uniqueness of his life. It was a life interwoven with extraordinary beings, shared experiences, and deep bonds that many could scarcely imagine.

Despite the hurdles in his relationships and their unconventional nature, there was a profound sense of fulfillment and contentment. Though not devoid of difficulties, his journey was enriched by the love and companionship of his Sekirei.

As he slept, the conviction in his heart was clear: he wouldn't trade his life or his girls for anything in the world, cherishing the path they had walked together and the future they would continue to forge as one.

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The week preceding the duel passed in a blur, with Ichika dedicating himself to training under Houki's rigorous and unforgiving regime. Despite the intensity of their sessions, Ichika felt unprepared, a sentiment compounded by his sister's relentless pressure and high expectations.

His unit's arrival on Monday brought a tangible sense of reality to the forthcoming challenge. Observing Cecilia's long-range unit through the screen, Ichika recalled Minato's advice about closing the distance to neutralize her advantage—a strategy that seemed feasible in theory but daunting in practice.

Chifuyu's impatience was palpable, urging Ichika to commence the fight promptly to maximize their limited access to the arena. "Hurry it up. We can't always use the arena, so the sooner you start fighting, the better. You'll have to learn it on the fly."

Her words left little room for comfort or preparation, pushing Ichika towards an immediate confrontation.

The appearance of his unit, clad in white and symbolically reflecting his persona, was both a source of inspiration and a reminder of the challenges ahead. The inactive wings and the unit's size intimidated Ichika, echoing his insecurities about the impending battle.

"So, this is your unit," Houki remarked, her observation pulling Ichika back into the moment. Resigned yet determined, Ichika familiarized himself with the controls and specifications of his Infinite Stratos, finding a semblance of confidence in the machine's capabilities.

"I'm good," he declared, simply affirming his readiness.

As the duel commenced, Ichika entered the arena, facing Cecilia and the palpable tension between them. Her taunting remark, "Oh, so you don't run away," was met with Ichika's stoic resolve.

"I don't run away from a fight," he countered, his focus unwavering despite the odds stacked against him.

Cecilia's offer of a "last chance," presumably a gesture of perceived mercy or an opportunity for Ichika to concede, only solidified his determination.

"What chance?" he inquired, ready to defy expectations and prove his worth to Cecilia and everyone watching. The stage was set for a battle that would test Ichika's resolve, skill, and the very heart of what it means to fight for one's beliefs.

Cecilia's bold declaration set the tone for their confrontation, her confidence bordering on arrogance as she predicted an overwhelming victory. "It's obvious that I'll defeat you overwhelmingly. So if you don't want to find yourself battered to a pulp and pathetically begging for mercy, I may forgive you if you apologize now."

Her words were designed to intimidate and push Ichika into submission before the fight began.

"Yeah, no. I will not go down like that. Let's get this over with,"

Ichika retorted his resolve firm despite the daunting challenge ahead. The battle commenced not with a head-on charge but strategic evasion, a tactic discussed in his conversations with Minato.

'Don't let her call you out get to you. Fly around in circles and force her to shoot after you. Once you can do that, let her get closer to you.'

Minato's advice echoed as he maneuvered around the arena, avoiding Cecilia's shots with calculated precision.

"Come on. Dance. Dance by the waltz played by Cecilia Alcott and Blue Tears." Cecilia's taunt, likening the battle to a dance, was met with skepticism by Ichika.

'Dance. I don't know what sort of dance this is, but this isn't cool.' Despite his reservations, Ichika persisted in evasive tactics, drawing curious glances from the control room.

"Orimura-sensei. Did you give him this advice?" The question directed at Chifuyu revealed her lack of involvement in Ichika's strategy.

"I don't. I haven't given this fool advice at all. I don't know who, but this guy has taken classes from someone else." Chifuyu's response underscored the mystery of Ichika's newfound approach, which he kept closely guarded, having benefited from Minato's insights and Matsu's data analysis.

Armed with his IS's signature weapon, the Yukihira—a sword with the power of a one-hit kill at the expense of shield points—Ichika continued to weave through the barrage of attacks, his movements growing more confident as he dismantled Cecilia's drones one by one.

"How dare you attack my unit?" Cecilia's anger was palpable, her pride wounded by Ichika's unexpected prowess.

'Is it me, or do all those pilots have serious issues?' Ichika mused, cutting through the last of the drones and closing in on Cecilia.

However, an unforeseen development caught him off guard; his shield points, which had taken hits during the engagement, mysteriously restored themselves.

"What the? First shift?" Surprised and intrigued by this sudden turn of events, Ichika examined his unit, pondering the implications of this unexpected advantage as the duel reached a critical juncture.

Chifuyu's reaction to Ichika's performance was one of sheer astonishment. As Ichika skillfully evaded Cecilia's attacks and capitalized on the strategic insights provided by Minato, it was clear he was navigating the duel with an unexpected adeptness.

However, the revelation of his First Shift and his use of Yukihira—a weapon synonymous with Chifuyu Orimura herself—added layers of mystery and intrigue to the battle.

The origins of Yukihira in Ichika's possession remained an enigma, with Matsu unable to explain how such a distinguished weapon could end up with him, especially given the uncertainty surrounding the location of the original.

As the duel reached its climax, Ichika's strategic patience paid off. In a decisive moment, he channeled energy into Yukihira and executed a swift, precise strike that breached Cecilia's armor, effectively ending the match.

"The match is over. Ichika Orimura is the winner." The announcement confirmed his victory, marking a significant milestone in his journey at the academy.

Following his decisive victory over Cecilia, Ichika's return to the ground was met with mixed reactions. He could sense the scrutiny from Houki and Chifuyu, the latter's gaze particularly daunting, prompting a desire within him to escape the situation entirely. Yet, exhaustion prevented any such attempt, leaving him to face whatever came next.

"Orimura." His sister's voice, calm and imposing, broke the tense silence. Her inquiry into the origins of his newfound combat knowledge was direct and laden with suspicion. He hadn't missed that at all.

"Learn what?" Ichika's response, feigning ignorance, was a defensive reflex against the accusatory tone of her question. In this context, the concept of 'learning' seemed alien to him; he hadn't undergone formal training but applied strategic advice.

"Don't play with me, Orimura. How did you learn about Alcott's Infinite Stratos? And how to counter it." Chifuyu's demand for clarity forced Ichika to confront the heart of the matter directly.

The answer was simple, rooted in honesty.

"Minato. I asked him for a bit of information. He told me about the Infinite Stratos she used and how I should counter it."

Ichika's admission highlighted his pragmatic approach to the duel, leveraging Minato's insights to navigate the challenge posed by Cecilia's IS.

"You asked Minato for help. And he just gave it to you." The revelation seemed to perplex Chifuyu, prompting Ichika to defend his actions.

"I don't see why I shouldn't. You know. I don't want to be here. You know that. But I have to be here in this school. So, I am going to take all the help I can get. Get used to it."

His rebuttal was forthright, acknowledging his reluctance to attend the academy and his intention to utilize any available support to persevere.

"This is now what I taught you how you should fight." The critique, presumably from Houki, added another layer of disapproval, indicating that Ichika's strategy had deviated from their expectations.

Yet, for Ichika, the encounter underscored a critical lesson: in the face of adversity and uncharted challenges, the wisdom of allies like Minato could prove invaluable, even if it meant straying from conventional paths laid out by mentors and family.

Ichika's response to Houki's critique demonstrated a significant shift in his attitude towards confrontation and strategy. He had indeed moved away from the teachings of Chifuyu and Houki, adopting a more pragmatic approach to combat, influenced by his desire to win and the advice from Minato.

"That's true. If I fought like you taught me, I would be the losing party. I wanted to win this fight. End of the line that I had to do. So what?"

The criticism that followed, regarding his method of victory as dishonorable, highlighted a difference in values. "You cut her down and used your main weapon as the last one. That's dishonorable. You should at least have given her a chance."

"Yeah, like she did? She didn't give me a shot. So, I decided to play her game. And by the way, it's called being pragmatic. I can't afford more hits."

Ichika's rebuttal underscored a stark pragmatism, prioritizing victory over the traditional notions of honor in combat.

The concern that his actions could have led to Cecilia's death if mishandled added gravity to the discussion.

"You do know I hope that if you used it wrong, you could have killed Alcott?" This prompted Ichika to question the inherent risks associated with piloting IS units and the expectations placed on the pilots.

"You expect me to really think that when you work with machines that rendered conventional warfare useless, I have to keep in mind I can accidentally kill someone? Really."

Ichika's logical pushback reflected his struggle with the contradictions of IS combat and the unrealistic expectations of his critics.

The confrontation culminated with Chifuyu's reluctant acknowledgment of his victory and the new role it bestowed upon him. "In any case, you've won. So, you're the class representative. So, get ready for that."

"At least I proved my point." With those final words, Ichika walked away, leaving Houki and Chifuyu to ponder the changes in his demeanor.

"I wonder what is wrong with him."

"That goes for me as well." Their bafflement mirrored the broader questions about how experiences and external influences shape one's approach to challenges, marking a pivotal moment in Ichika's journey at the academy.

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Minato's presence in Matsu's room, a space often filled with screens and a constant flow of information, highlighted the seriousness with which they approached the situation involving Ichika. Matsu, known among the Sekirei for her intelligence and knack for gathering intel, had been closely monitoring the digital buzz surrounding Ichika's unexpected victory over Cecilia.

"Looks like you were right to send some help, Mina-tan. Ichika-tan looks like he can use all the help he can get."

Her words, tinged with admiration and concern, acknowledged Minato's foresight in aiding Ichika. It was clear that Ichika's triumph was not just a personal victory but a moment that captivated the wider community, sparking discussions and debates across various online platforms.

She had difficulty concentrating as she lay beside her Ashikabi, and he reeked of good stuff. Minato chuckled as he had noticed the effects, and like the Sekirei, he had been hooked on having sex with his girls.

Minato's acknowledgment of the dual aspects of their lives, where moments of intimacy intertwined with their responsibilities, set the tone for their interaction. The necessity to prioritize their tasks underscored the disciplined approach they maintained amidst the complex dynamics of their lives.

"Tell me about it. I am sorry I had to ask you to hack into the computers to find out." His apology, though light, carried an understanding of the risks and ethical considerations tied to their methods of gathering intelligence.

Matsu's response, imbued with a sense of duty and acceptance of her unique role within their group, highlighted her pragmatic approach to their situation.

"Hey, no worries. As you know, I'm not the most combat-capable one. Information is my way." Her acknowledgment of her strengths and limitations underscored the diverse capabilities within their circle, where each individual's contributions were valued and recognized.

The affectionate gesture of a peck on the cheek was a tangible acknowledgment of Matsu's efforts, reinforcing their cultivated supportive and appreciative environment.

Hacking into the systems to discern the challenges Ichika faced in his duel was formidable. The defenses on the academy's computers were robust, endeavoring to extract information discreetly a challenging feat.

Yet, the efforts bore fruit, and the resultant buzz on the Internet, as Matsu had observed, was explosive and filled with speculation and commentary. This digital uproar underscored the significance of Ichika's victory and the curiosity it sparked among the wider audience.

Reflecting on her capabilities and the hypothetical matchup against an Infinite Stratos, Matsu acknowledged the importance of preparation. Her dedication to aiding Ichika stemmed from a deep loyalty to Minato's request, driven by the understanding that future requests for assistance were inevitable.

"Again, thank you for this, Matsu. It was a real help," Minato expressed his gratitude, acknowledging Matsu's crucial role in gathering the intelligence that contributed to Ichika's preparedness.

"Mina-tan, if you don't mind me asking, why did you go so far for Ichika-tan?" While not the first of its kind, Matsu's inquiry invited Minato to articulate the foundation of his relationship with Ichika.

"He and I, we just have a history. We took care of each other. So I don't see why I shouldn't. I'm a bit of his big brother."

This explanation highlighted the deep bonds of camaraderie and familial affection that motivated Minato's actions, a testament to his generous and caring nature that endeared him to Matsu.

"So, Matsu. What do you want as a reward?" The offer of a reward for Matsu's efforts led to a playful exchange, with Matsu opting for a safer yet enjoyable alternative to more daring requests.

"Well, I can ask you here, but getting killed isn't on my agenda. So how about a night out?"

Her choice, met with Minato's agreement, culminated in a pleasant outing to a restaurant. The experience of dining out, while necessitating a bit more expenditure, especially in comparison to tours with Musubi, was a delightful reprieve and a celebration of their successful collaboration.

The bear-fisted Sekirei took all-you-can-eat to a challenge.

So afterward, they ended up at a place that was all too familiar. Matsu hadn't had Minato in weeks, so now, she was pent up. Checking in didn't take long.

They didn't even land on the bed as they kissed each other. His tongue was at her teeth, asking for permission. All too happily given, Matsu allowed Minato to enter her mouth and explore it.

Her hands went to his thick hair, massaging it and stroking it while he kissed her. When her lover was done, his kisses went lower and lower.

Kisses assaulted her collarbone and breasts. His hands pressed to her, and she smiled as he softly kissed her.

While he never would treat his Sekirei as glorified sex toys, they did like it when he took what he wanted. Not that it stopped her as her hands went to his trouser.

Pulling out his belt and taking off his trouser, Minato grunted at her handjob. Her smooth hands went over his dick.

An extraordinary piece of information. And by all means, all hers now.

After he lifted her dress, she smiled as Minato showed her what he wanted.

It wasn't hard to get titjobs with a harem. Maybe with Kagari, it wasn't easy, but the other girls were more than happy to get their Ashikabi off using the most prolific of their bodies. Their breasts.

Minato tightened his jaw as he felt Matsu giving him a soft tease. While she was a pervert, like most of the Sekirei, going all hardcore on their Ashikabi wasn't something the girls did. So with softness and moving gently, Matsu gave Minato one hell of a titjob. Moving her breasts up and down in a rhythm, he pushed his hips like she did.

She smiled as Minato enjoyed this as much as she did. It felt great for him, but for her, it only caused him to build up tension. One she knew if she kept this up, she would get released. In Minato's eyes, she read the lust, and she let him go.

She didn't finish him off with her titjob, so he moved down to her, and with a look, he asked for permission. He didn't take too long as he began to make love to his Sekirei. All those girls have gotten used to him and loved when he did this.

So feeling his Perverted Sekirei enjoying herself, a moaning, sweating mess with drool, Minato looked at her face and wondered in himself.

'Beautiful.' A long night of lovemaking was ahead, and it was good that none of the girls were wondering about condoms, as having children was something all of them wanted.

Moving their hips up and down, they made sweet love through the night. It didn't matter that he got on her breasts, her ass, or her pussy. He just felt so loved doing this.

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The aftermath of Ichika's victory was far from peaceful, with Cecilia's persistent nagging as a constant reminder of the recent duel. Despite his efforts to ignore her, Ichika could not escape the spotlight or the ongoing drama that seemed to follow him around the academy.

"The class representative tournament is coming up." The announcement sparked interest among Ichika's classmates, drawing a crowd around his table, including Houki.

Cecilia's glare from across the room went unnoticed by Ichika, who was more preoccupied with the latest gossip circulating among the students.

"Hey, have you guys heard the news? There's a new transfer student. She's also the new class representative from China," one of the girls shared, igniting curiosity and speculation among the group. Ichika, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the rapid developments, couldn't help but express his skepticism.

"Now. Seriously. Isn't it a bit late?"

The girls dismissed his concern with a shake, assuring him that such occurrences were not uncommon.

"No, it happens all the time."

This did little to quell Ichika's growing curiosity and apprehension about the identity of the new student. 'Please don't let her be who I think she is,' he silently pleaded, hoping against hope that his suspicions would prove unfounded.

Cecilia's egocentric musing, "Hmph, I wonder if she transferred to the IS academy to study my techniques," was met with collective indifference as the conversation steered back to the topic of the transfer student. "So, this girl. Anything else about her?" Houki inquired, seeking more information.

Shizune reassured the group, "Well, we don't have to worry. Only our class and class four got personal units, so we'll be fine."

However, her confidence was quickly undercut by the correction from an unexpected source.

"That information is outdated," stated a new voice belonging to a petite girl with pigtails who had just joined them. Her appearance and accent confirmed her identity as a Chinese transfer student. "The representative of class two now has a personal IS as well! So it's not going to be as easy to win."

Ichika's slow turn to face the newcomer marked his resignation from the complexities and challenges that seemed to surround him perpetually.

The realization that the academy's dynamics were about to become even more competitive, coupled with the arrival of the transfer student, left him bracing for what was to come. The road ahead promised more trials, and Ichika hoped he was ready to face them.

"Rin? What the hell are you doing here?" Ichika couldn't hide his surprise upon recognizing the girl. The childhood friend he hadn't seen for a year was the last person he expected to encounter at the Infinite Stratos Academy.

"Is that the first thing you say to your childhood friend after not seeing her for a year?"

Rin's response hinted at the complexity of their past relationship. Ichika had long given up on the hope of a quiet life, especially after becoming the first male IS pilot, and Rin's sudden appearance only added to the chaos surrounding him.

"You do know we are at the ISA? So how and when did you end up here?" Ichika's confusion was palpable as he tried to make sense of Rin's unexpected transfer to the academy.

"I have come back. When I heard that you became the first male pilot, I decided to come back to Japan as a student."

Rin's explanation revealed her motivation but raised further questions about the lengths she had gone to re-enter Ichika's life at such a pivotal moment.

Ichika couldn't help but feel a mix of pity and frustration. The circumstances that had brought Rin back into his orbit seemed almost conspiratorial, adding another layer of complexity to his already complicated existence at the academy.

"Rin. I'm not going to ask why you got here. I am going to ask how." His attempt to steer the conversation toward more practical matters reflected a desire to avoid delving into the emotional underpinnings of Rin's return.

"I got there after asking my uncle to come here. And I have come to declare myself a rival towards class 1.1."

Rin's declaration of rivalry added an element of competition to an already tense situation, leaving Ichika to wonder about the cosmic forces that seemed to conspire against his quest for a semblance of normalcy.

Where was a graduate student of nineteen years old and his Irish street punk/weapon designer when he needed them?

In a parallel universe

Mattheus Adjzof and Joel Pearce experienced simultaneous sneezes, suggesting an unseen connection or perhaps a humorous nod to the old wives' tale that sneezing means someone is talking about you. "

They sneezed three times, all together.

Catching a cold?" Ichika inquired during a break, surrounded by his peers and Houki, who took the opportunity to sit in his lap.

Mattheus's sarcastic response, "Idiots don't get colds," added a light-hearted moment to the gathering.

The coincidence of Mattheus and Joel experiencing simultaneous sneezes sparked a brief curiosity among the group.

"No, I guess that the weather must be playing a part. But weirdly, you got the same thing, Joel."

Mattheus's observation and a friendly gesture as he nuzzled his hand into Joel's head highlighted the camaraderie between the two, a stark contrast to the competitive atmosphere that often pervaded the Infinite Stratos Academy.

Joel's nonchalant shrug in response to the speculation about their simultaneous sneezing indicated the group's ability to find moments of fun and connection amidst their challenges.

"Indeed weird," he agreed, acknowledging the oddity but choosing not to dwell on it, allowing the moment to pass as just another quirky interaction among friends.

Back to the BNW universe

"You did, huh? Well, I'll welcome your challenge," Ichika responded, his acceptance taking Rin by surprise.

"Huh, Ichika? Did you accept my challenge?" she asked, clearly not expecting such a straightforward acknowledgment of her challenge.

"Yes, I did. And? You came here for the challenging part," Ichika replied, his tone indicating a mixture of resignation and readiness to face whatever Rin had planned.

His acceptance, however, seemed only to fuel Rin's competitive spirit.

"I hope you realize that you won't have an easy win. With China, I can have a great match." Rin's confidence in her abilities and the backing of her home country was evident, setting the stage for what she anticipated would be a memorable showdown.

Ichika, meanwhile, couldn't help but reflect on his peculiar tendency to attract a specific type of woman: headstrong, prideful, and possibly jealous.

The thought that a person might seek qualities in a partner that mirror those of a parent was something he found uncomfortably accurate in his case, especially considering Chifuyu's dominant presence in his life as the closest maternal figure he had.

"That's cool, but don't count your chickens before they hatch," Ichika retorted, trying to keep the conversation light despite the tension. Rin's question,

"Are you saying you can win?" only added to the competitive atmosphere, to which Ichika confidently replied, "Did so before," 'With Minato's help, but what you don't know won't hurt me.'

The situation escalated until Rin, on the verge of losing her temper, was suddenly interrupted by a notebook whacking her on the head. This unexpected intervention momentarily defused the tension, redirecting the focus away from their rivalry and toward the immediate confusion of the sudden act.

"Chifuyu-san. Good morning." Rin's attempt at a polite greeting was quickly met with a corrective and dismissive response from Chifuyu, emphasizing her role as a sensei and Rin's outsider status in this particular conflict.

"It's Ms. Orimura, and you're not on my teaching list. So get out, Huang." Rin hastily exited, underscoring the respect and fear Chifuyu commanded among the students.

Ichika's challenge to Chifuyu's reprimand about the noise and his role as class representative revealed a rare defiance in him, suggesting deep frustration with his current situation.

"Orimura. I hope you can keep the racket down for a bit. You are class representative, so keep the peace."

"Then expel me, teach." His use of the title 'teach' was loaded with sarcasm, reflecting his dwindling respect for her, stemming perhaps from the pressures and expectations placed upon him. Chifuyu's approach, threatening yet intrigued by his boldness, further escalated the tension.

"What did you say?" Chifuyu's disbelief at Ichika's audacity to speak back to her highlighted a pivotal moment in their relationship, with Ichika asserting his individuality and resistance to her authoritarian methods.

"You heard me. You're just twenty-four, Orimura-sensei. Too young to get dementia. And you know how much I want to be here. So, I'll give you a big tip. Lower your standards. Cause the things you forced yourself through. I shouldn't do those just because you did. I'm not you."

This confrontation showcased a significant shift in their dynamic, with Ichika standing up for his beliefs and challenging Chifuyu's expectations.

The entire first period flew by quickly.

The dynamic at the lunch table offered a clear glimpse into the complexities of Ichika's life at the Infinite Stratos Academy—his casual recounting of how he became the first male IS pilot to Rin.

"So, how did you get into this school?"

"Not that fancy story. I lost my way when I was going for my exam. Touched the thing, and it became attached to me," underscored his situation's serendipitous and somewhat mundane reality, starkly contrasting the expectations and rumors that likely swirled around him.

Rin's incredulous response, "That's it?" echoed the disbelief or perhaps disappointment that such a significant turning point in Ichika's life could stem from what seemed like a trivial mishap. Yet, Ichika's confirmation,

"That's it" was a reminder of the often unpredictable nature of life-changing events, which can sometimes occur without warning or grandeur.

The interruption by Houki and Cecilia, marked by their dramatic entrance and the slamming of hands on the table, instantly heightened the tension. Houki's direct question, "Ichika, who is this?" and Cecilia's immediate jump to conclusions.

"Don't tell me you're dating this girl," showcased the competitive and possessive atmosphere that Ichika had unwittingly fostered among his female acquaintances.

Ichika's denial, conveyed through a shake of his head, did little to dispel the suspicions and rivalry among the girls. Rin's query, "Ichika, who are those two?" added another layer of complexity to the situation, underscoring the delicate balance Ichika had to maintain in his interactions with Houki, Cecilia, and now Rin.

The moment captured Ichika's resignation to his fate, encapsulated in his internal acknowledgment, "Great, I have three crazy ones to deal with. Just my luck." This line summarized the ongoing challenges Ichika faced in navigating the social dynamics of the academy, where alliances, rivalries, and misunderstandings seemed to be an inescapable part of his daily life.

During the lunchtime chaos, Ichika attempted to navigate the tense situation with an introduction that he hoped would ease the mounting tension.

"Houki, Rin. Rin, Houki. I met Houki in elementary school and Rin in middle school. And Cecilia is the one I beat in the match."

Despite his effort to remain calm, the conversation quickly spiraled into an interrogation about his unexpected victory over Cecilia.

With a hint of condescension that Ichika suspected was an imitation of his sister's tone, Rin didn't miss the chance to probe into the matter.

"I heard of it. You caused a lot of commotion."

Her curiosity about the specifics of the match led her to ask, "How did you actually beat her?" This question caught Houki and Cecilia off guard, revealing their curiosity about the incident.

Ichika's attempt to brush off the inquiry with, "I got lucky, I guess," failed to quell their suspicions. Rin's insistence

"That is impossible. You have a secret, and what is it?" and Cecilia's accusation, "Did you cheat? How can you even think about that sort of thing?" only added to the pressure.

The mention of Minato by Houki introduced a new layer of intrigue, prompting surprised reactions from Rin and Cecilia. "Did you ask for help from Minato?"

"Minato?"

"Who might that be?"

Their feigned sweetness did little to mask the underlying hostility, leaving Ichika to silently plead for Minato's understanding and forgiveness for dragging him into this complicated web of academy politics.

Ichika's straightforward admission about seeking Minato Sahashi's help stirred a whirlwind of reactions among the girls. "You're right, Houki. I asked for some help from Minato. And if you wonder who that is, I'm talking about Minato Sahashi. An old friend of mine," he stated, igniting curiosity and disbelief in equal measure.

"Minato Sahashi? Hold on, are you talking about the Minato Sahashi? That super pervert that got married to six women."

Cecilia's shriek, laden with disbelief and disdain, pierced the air, reflecting the widespread rumors and misconceptions surrounding Minato's unique circumstances.

"First of all. Yes. That Minato Sahashi. And no, he's not a pervert. He's an Ashikabi and an old friend of mine. He helped me out with Alcott, and I will ask for his help again when I'm dealing with you, Rin."

Ichika's defense of Minato, his candid acknowledgment of their friendship, and Minato's role in his strategy against Cecilia showcased his reliance on Minato's expertise and guidance.

Ichika's rebuke to Houki's accusation of dishonor, "Ichika, how can you? You'd ask him for help instead of defeating him with your own strength. That's dishonorable," highlighted a fundamental difference in their perspectives on strategy and support.

Ichika's retorted with another idea. "They got the same help from the UK or China. So, I have to rely on Minato. There is the principle of knowing both oneself and the enemy. I'm not going in a fight blindly."

The exchange left Rin and Houki momentarily speechless, grappling with their misunderstandings and the revelation of Ichika's connection to Minato. Rin's inquiry, "How do you even know him?" was met with a simple, "An old friend," as Ichika chose to walk away, leaving the implications of his association with Minato to linger in the air.

Ichika sought refuge in the classroom, yearning for tranquility away from the day's turmoil. Yet, peace was a luxury not afforded to him. Chifuyu entered, her demeanor icy with displeasure. "Orimura, a little bird, whispered something unsettling to me."

"And what might that be?" Ichika inquired, bracing himself for the impending storm.

"A certain fool enlisted another fool's aid for his troubles. Who, pray to tell, could that be?" Her words were sharp, cutting through the air between them.

Ichika met her gaze squarely, his smile devoid of any warmth. "The school's rumor mill churns faster than I thought, and your 'little bird' is quite efficient. I wonder if they have nothing else to do. Yes, I sought Minato's assistance. And I'll continue to do so. I need all the help I can get."

Chifuyu's glare intensified, a silent testament to her growing ire. "And why resort to such measures? Are you aware of the precarious position you're in?"

Ichika's response was a nonchalant shrug. "If it troubles you that much, feel free to expel me. But what wrong have I done? Representative Candidates seek support from their countries. I merely sought Minato's guidance."

Her glare seemed to burn even brighter, a silent challenge to his defiance. "Do you not grasp the gravity of your situation? You're a male pilot, an anomaly. You've become a target of unprecedented interest."

Ichika countered smoothly, "I'd wager there are Sekirei more sought after than I. But let's cut to the heart of the matter, Chifuyu." The use of the affectionate term was deliberate, underscoring the personal betrayal he felt.

"I'm just a fifteen-year-old navigating a world beyond my understanding. I thought I had someone in my corner, but it seems she's too preoccupied with her image, too distant even to offer private reassurance."

His glare mirrored hers, a reflection of their shared stubbornness and resolve. "If you're unwilling to be the sister I need, I'll seek the support I require elsewhere. For now, I'm on my own, doing what I must. Seeking help where I can find it."

As Ichika turned to leave, the weight of his words hung heavily in the air, a poignant reminder of the complex interplay between personal desires and familial obligations, between independence and the search for support in a world that demands more than one can live alone.

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Others enjoyed their day in a completely different fashion in some other places.

For Kusano, it was her turn to spend time with her Ashikabi. And it was about time.

Despite being the only one of his 'flock' as Minato preferred that term instead of the harem who had not the age nor body of sexual intercourse, she was bright and wise. Recently, she and Musubi talked about how babies were made. And Minato was wondering how much it would cost him to die.

The consensus among the Sekirei regarding the no illicit relationship rule at the Inn was a rare unanimous agreement. The rule, often a topic of contention, was seen in a new light, perhaps as a boundary that maintained a semblance of order amidst the complex dynamics within their group. However, the current moment was a departure from the usual setting and the restrictions that came with it.

She Minato and Musubi found themselves on a bus heading towards an amusement park for a day of unrestrained fun and normalcy.

Their attire for the day was a nod towards blending in with the crowd, an attempt at normalcy in a life that was anything but. Musubi's jeans, paired with a simple, modest, and comfortable shirt, accentuated her physique in a flattering and practical way for the day's activities.

It was a rare sight to see Musubi in something other than her usual attire, and the effort to find clothing that fit her unique proportions was a testament to their dedication to enjoying this day to the fullest.

Kusano, too, had opted for a change, trading her distinctive green dress for shorts that were decidedly more fitting for an amusement park visit. This shift in their usual appearance was not just about comfort or blending in; it was a statement of their desire to experience the day as any other group of friends would, free from the constraints and expectations of their everyday lives.

Minato's gratitude towards the Sekirei who possessed the skill to create clothing was profound, especially considering the challenge of finding attire that suited Musubi's distinctive build.

The quest for a fit bra was no small feat, underscoring their lengths to ensure Musubi's comfort and happiness.

Their conversation on the bus revolved around the amusement park, a destination laden with memories of joy and companionship. The last visit, marked by Musubi's absence as she was "still up in the sky," was a cherished memory, and the anticipation of creating new memories filled the air with excitement.

This outing represented more than just a day of fun; it was a celebration of their bond, a momentary escape from the complexities of their existence, and a chance to live, if only for a day, like anyone else.

The contrast between their last visit to the amusement park and this one was stark regarding the weather and the atmosphere surrounding them. A bone-freezing cold, necessitating layers, marked the previous outing with layers of clothing to stave off the chill.

As the sun streamed through the bus windows, warming their skins, Minato felt deeply grateful for the mild weather. The temperature hovered around a comfortable twenty-eight degrees Celsius (82°F), perfect for a day filled with rides, laughter, and the simple joy of being together outside the confines of their usual surroundings.

Reflecting on the last time, Minato couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. They had to cut their day short due to unforeseen circumstances on the island, a reminder of the tumultuous times they'd weathered together.

The game they'd been unwitting participants in was soaked in blood and strife, yet they'd emerged from it not just intact but stronger, closer. The fact that they could now enjoy such mundane pleasures as a day out at the amusement park was a testament to the resilience and bonds formed during those challenging times.

Looking down at Kusano and Musubi, who had fallen asleep beside him, Minato's heart swelled with affection.

They were his family, bound not by blood but by something just as powerful. The game had ended, and with it, a new chapter of their lives had begun, one where they could dictate the terms of their existence, free from the shadows of the past.

Around them, the bus was filled with the soft sounds of other families, parents with their children, embarking on their adventures.

It was a reminder that life went on and that moments of peace and normalcy were to be cherished. The child sleeping in his lap, a being of incredible power now just a kid looking forward to a fun day, symbolized the new life they had fought so hard to secure.

Minato let his mind wander, thinking about what the day might bring, the memories they would create. It was a rare opportunity just to be, to enjoy the simplicity of a day out, surrounded by the laughter and excitement of those looking to escape the routine of their daily lives.

At this moment, on this bus, they were just another family heading to the amusement park, eager to embrace the joy and wonder that awaited them.

The day at the amusement park with Musubi and Kusano was shaping up to be one of those perfect moments in time, encapsulated within the joy and laughter that seemed to bubble up effortlessly around them.

The initial wait for tickets was a small hurdle, quickly forgotten as they stepped inside the park, embarking on an adventure as a unique family unit.

Kusano's request to ride on Minato's neck was met with a warm acceptance, her slight form perched up high as they navigated the park, exploring each attraction with a sense of wonder and excitement.

The Ferris wheel ride revealed an unexpected vulnerability in Musubi—a fear of heights when not in control. It was an intimate insight into her usually fearless persona that Minato filed away with a tender sense of protectiveness.

Kusano's wide, puppy-like eyes made it impossible for Minato to deny any of their requests, not that he genuinely wanted to.

Initially met with trepidation, the roller coaster turned into a thrilling experience that left them exhilarated and eager for more, even as they learned their limits with the spinning cups ride.

The dizzying experience was a reminder of their mortality despite their extraordinary abilities, and it bonded them further in shared vulnerability and laughter.

Lunch was a serene break from the day's excitement, a moment to recharge and reflect. Tsukiumi's thoughtfulness in preparing their meal underscored their group's deep bonds of care and affection.

The amusement park's inflated prices and less-than-ideal food options made the homemade lunch all the more appreciated. It was these small gestures, these acts of consideration and love that truly defined their family.

Minato's contemplation of the dynamics within his flock, particularly the potential for conflict and the current peace was a testament to the complexity and depth of their relationships. Uzume's sanctity in their group, paralleled only by Minato's own, highlighted the lengths they had all gone to protect and save one another. It reminded them of the battles they had faced together, the sacrifices made, and the unity forged through adversity.

As the day wore on, filled with laughter, scares, and moments of quiet companionship, Minato couldn't help but feel a profound gratitude for the life they had carved out together.

Amidst the roller coaster of their existence, days like this were precious—a reminder of the simple joys that life had to offer and the love that bound them together, more potent than any challenge they might face.

Avoiding the ice-skating rink due to their collective lack of balance, Minato, Musubi, and Kusano gravitated towards the water rides as the day warmed up. The allure of the cool water under the bright sun was irresistible, making the water attractions the perfect choice.

They enthusiastically explored the bumper boats and log flumes, enjoying the refreshing splashes and the thrill of the rides. Minato mentally bookmarked the idea of bringing Tsukiumi next time, knowing she would appreciate the water-based activities just as much, if not more.

Despite the potential for dizziness, the bumper boats proved to be an absolute blast, devoid of the disorienting effect of the spinning cups. Their laughter echoed across the water as they navigated their ships, bumping into each other in friendly skirmishes.

The log flume rides, anticipation-building climbs, and exhilarating drops were particularly thrilling for Musubi. Her delight in the sudden descents and splashes was contagious, and Minato found himself equally caught up in the excitement.

Their adventure in the amusement park was a day filled with joyous abandon, a welcome reprieve from their usual responsibilities and challenges. For Minato, spending quality time with his first two Sekirei was invaluable, strengthening their bonds and creating memories that would last a lifetime.

The fact that he didn't have school the next day allowed them to stay until the park's closing, fully immersing themselves in the experience without worrying about the time.

As they boarded the bus to head home, the exhaustion from their day's adventures quickly caught up with them.

The rhythm of the ride and the warmth of their companionship lulled them into a peaceful sleep, marking a perfect end to an unforgettable day. They returned home tired but fulfilled; their hearts were light with happiness, and their spirits were uplifted by the shared joy of their amusement park adventure.

To avoid the lecture from Miya or Takehito, they opted to eat outside of the Inn.

The atmosphere in the living room was a mix of casual relaxation and the subtle undercurrents of a day winding down. Kazehana's laughter fluttered through the air, blending with the soft murmur of conversation between Uzume and Chiho. Tsukiumi, usually so stern, moved gently beside Miya at the sink, their movements synchronized in the quiet task of cleaning up. Matsu's lively chatter with Kagari offered a backdrop of warmth, punctuated by the occasional rustle of the newspaper as Takehito turned a page.

Minato's announcement drew a collective pause, a turning of heads, and a chorus of greetings varied in tone but uniform in their welcome. Takehito's request, however, threaded a vein of seriousness through the homely scene. The mention of a conversation, especially from Takehito, always carried weight. His words were few but carefully chosen, often leading to discussions of importance or delicate matters.

"Ah, Sahashi. Can I talk with you for a second?"

Minato excused himself with a nod and a smile that conveyed reassurance.

"Of course, Takehito. But let me first put Kusano to bed."

The Sekirei's expressions held a mix of curiosity and concern, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in atmosphere. They watched as Minato made his way upstairs, his steps light but purposeful.

The living room settled back into its gentle hum of activity, each member lost in their thoughts or conversations, yet the undercurrent of anticipation for the upcoming discussion lingered, a subtle shift in the evening's rhythm. Takehito folded his newspaper, setting it aside with a finality that underscored the moment's significance, his gaze thoughtful, waiting for Minato's return.

"I'll be blunt with you, Sahashi. Do you intend to get children?"

The sputtering, blushing, and dreamy looks were enough of an answer for Takehito.

Listen, with the plan over and done, we can all start living everyday lives. Kids will be a part of that, but Sahashi, we can't have seven babies in this place. I get that you guys will do your dirty laundry in other areas, but whatever happens is that if you keep this up, you will have children. But we can't have kids in this place, so…"

"You want us to move out?" Minato asked, a bit taken aback by the directness of the question.

"With Sekirei and Ashikabi's, there are going to be kids. Seeing how this all works might be interesting as you have never ceased to amaze me." Takehito's tone was severe yet carried a hint of curiosity, reflecting on the unprecedented nature of their situation.

He glanced at Uzume, who turned bright red under his gaze, then back at Minato, waiting for his response. The room was tense with anticipation, everyone keenly aware of the significance of the conversation and its implications for their future.

"And I wonder how those kids will turn out. Even if they come from two Ashikabi's." Chiho whistled an innocent tone that didn't avoid the whole thing. Minato had gone this far from them.

"Now, for the record, Sekirei has the same pregnancy as humans, which is nine months. And none of you girls are pregnant right now?"

"Not for lack of trying, but no, we're not," Kazehana said, and the group got even redder from that abrasive comment.

"Look so far, I think you should wait before that. You want kids after all you have been through; they are interesting material. I can also watch how this will play out, as there are no other subject matters that I can examine. You and your sister are going to be a real help."

Briefly, the Sekirei wondered about Yukari. Minato's little sister was winged of the few male Sekirei—Kusano's best friend. Shiina and it was clear that Yukari, like her older brother, had no interest in waiting to have sex.

Yukari was even more interesting, given that female Ashikabi were as rare as they came.

"But if you do, keep that in mind. You're always welcome, but having kids will not be easy." The flock turned to Minato as it was his decision.

"Thank you, Takehito-san. I'll keep it in mind, but I know we will stay for a while now. Someone is going to need our help in the future."

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I had expected a bit more, but CHAT GPT appears to be more like testing out what I can and cannot put through the AI.

So far, there are limits. Some are to be expected; some are weird in degrees.

But, well, I have gotten six chapters through in the last few days.

We are making progress.

Saluut.