The warm air brushed against the skin of his cheek, the passerbys glancing at him with envy, and some with apprehension. Seeing two beautiful women walking with a man wearing non modern clothing would do that to you. Yashima stepped with him, a soothing feeling coming from the bond. She was calm, and happy something that made him happy. Her wounds were healed, but her clothes were still in tatters, being the gentlemen he was, and remembering lecture after lecture from his master he gave her his kimono.
"Look at you three sekirei, and it's not even the end of the first stage." Uzume tapped his shoulder several times with a grin. "Such a dog!"
Ryu's entire face turned bright red. "I am not!" Ryu argued looking away from his first sekirei to hide his flustered appearance. "She was reacting to me." He muttered.
Yashima felt a mix of embarrassment and possibly... Hate? Coming through their bond, she wasn't exactly sure so she had to ask. "Ryu-sama..." She spoke up nervously. "Do you.. Do you hate me?"
The wild haired teen dragged a hand through his black locks sighing.
"First, yashima you don't need to call me sama, ryu is just fine." Ryu looked at her with a blank expression. "Second, no I don't hate you. I did save you-after all." He smiled softly.
Yashima's eyes lit up with affection, feeling a pulse of assurance and protection through the bond. "Yes, ryu-sam-" she covered her mouth before she could finish. "Ryu." She corrected swiftly.
"Good thing I don't mind sharing." Uzume said rubbing her head. "If I didn't I'm sure I'd have chopped off your penis by now."
"Uzume!" Ryu exclaimed putting a hand over his private parts. He did not need that image, he didn't need to hear that either.
Uzume giggled getting the best of her ashikabi again. "I'm just kidding, bro." She assured, elbowing him in the arm.
I hope so ryu thought absent minded shaking the rest of the thoughts of.
Izumo inn was coming up just a few more blocks and they'd be there. Ryu couldn't believe the mess he got himself into. And it was the first stage only. Wait, first stage! He barked mentally clenching his fingers. He had three sekirei, yet knew very little of this whole thing.
Miya hummed a tune, the bristles clearing away dust and dirt from the fine wood of the porch. She raised her eyes sensing that her newest tenant had returned. "Ryu-san, another girl? What are you trying to do?" Miya asked sweetly.
"Ry ry say something!" Uzume exclaimed cowering behind him several masks glowering down at them with piercing red eyes. Yashima's legs shook, she never felt such a powerful presence before.
I can't say she's my cousin, shit what am I supposed to say for an excuse!? He scrambled through his mind to think of something, anything to get rid of the masks glaring down at him. "S-She's my niece, she just moved from the country side. She got into a little skirmish, and needed new clothes." He explained quickly.
Miya looked over yashima carefully. No doubt she was a fellow sekirei, the large hammer was a give away. Her stockings were torn, skirt was in slits revealing her panties. The only thing that wasn't visible was her torso which she was wearing one of ryu's kimonos. "I am miya asama, the landlady here. You are welcome to stay." She reliquished the terrifying masks, uzume felt breath return to her deprived lungs while ryu felt light headed.
"Thank you, landlady-sama." Yashima bowed her head respectfully.
"Please, just call me miya. Miya is fine." The violet haired beauty said beckoning for the younger sekirei to follow, which she did loking back at ryu who simply nodded.
"That went better than I thought." Ryu said.
"Better?" Uzume asked. "We almost died!"
"Mmmm, yeah." Ryu shrugged walking up the stairs. "I need to take a bath."
"I'll wash your back!" Uzume cheered following him with no hesitation.
"Just wash my back." Ryu warned, he wasn't sure if miya was mad or not. Better not to test the theory and leave things how they were. Sizzling caught his attention, he quickly removed the bandages, a look of shock consuming his face. The horrible wound was quickly healing, the wound itself narrowing and becoming smaller until there was nothing left.
"What... What just happened?" He asked.
"Ahh, I see." Uzume rubbed her chin in deep thought as she took off her shoes. "You're gaining supportive techniques."
"You're kidding?" Ryu raised an eyebrow. First he was told that black card could get them anything, he didn't believe it. But after going to a sword shop and getting the best sword there with the card he had no doubts, just confusion to some extent. Now he was gaining supportive techniques?
"No," uzume shook her head. They walked down the hall still a few doors down from the kitchen. "You'll be able to heal us or yourself, have more strength and agility, etc." Uzume said it like it was just so simple to grasp.
Ryu's head was spinning from all of this. A nice bath was what he needed to clear his mind, and think about this alone.
He trailed the scar over with his right index finger. It just healed he thought with a thoughtful expression folding his clothes neatly and setting them in his basket. "What did I get myself into?" Sighing he slid the door open. He wrang out the water from a white towel laying it over his eyes, he leaned back his muscles slowly loosening.
Blades of grass gently blew against ryu's ankles. His gray hakama torn at the ends. He took a breath briskly, exhaling slowly.
"Attack once more, but be more swift." His master instructed.
By now, ryu was used to the weight of a real sword. His master didn't put him through the stage of wooden sword training, deeming it useless. His wrists shook as he heaved the blade up, his muscles were beyond spent, and his body just wanted to shutdown, but his will kept him standing unwavering. With lightning speed he lunged forward, nearly invisible to the eye the wild haired man stopped the attack launching ryu back a few feet the sword leaving his small but strong calloused hands.
Ryu stirred from his sleep hearing the door slide open. A few seconds later two splashes caught his attention as he felt the warmth of two bodies. Must be yashima and nanaha, uzume would be teasing me. He thought taking a shallow breath. He peeked for a second to his right was yashima her arms laced around him, and to his left was nanaha, both leaned their heads against his strong shoulders happy to be with him.
"Ry ry!" The energetic voice of uzume broke him out of his sleep. It was a louder splash than his other two sekirei made. And in a much more private part. Uzume took a seat between his long legs. "Time to clean you up." She grabbed a sponge moving to his ripped stomach.
"I don't need help." Ryu said easing himself out of the grasp of yashima and nanaha. His newest sekirei wanted to cry at the loss of warmth but began to wash herself. "This isn't a good time." Ryu walked over to a stool taking a seat on it, the rich shampoo cascading down his shoulders and dark hair as he made sure to saturate it.
He didn't want to be so cold or mean to his sekirei. But he knew better than to bite off more than he could chew. And that was this situation, if miya came in and seen even a hint of illicit activity he'd have lumps and lumps. His black hair was streaming with water, soap and suds washing away at a rapid speed. Once he was finished he rose from the stoll ignoring uzume's comment and missing the deep blushes on yashima's and nanaha's cheeks from seeing him so exposed.
"I'll be in your room uzume." Ryu called before leaving the bathroom to enter the changing room. Alone, now. The three sekirei shared competitive glares with one another.
"You maybe ryu's first kiss, but you won't be his first." Nanaha said with a certain fierceness though her cheeks were red as she said it. Just imagining it was enough to fluster her.
Uzume smirked before laughing. "We'll let him decide who's his first and who's not." Uzume replied. Sparks of tension formed between the two of them, yashima sat at the side with a wide eyed expression sensing a fight about to commence.
"We could share ryu-sama, so we don't fight.' She said with slight confidence looking at her fellow sisters. Nanaha didn't respond to the statement as she was too flustered, uzume merely smirked with a nod.
"Sounds good to me." The tenth sekirei piped.
"Don't forget the chocolate!" Nanaha exclaimed out of no where.
Chocolate uzume thought. This may get even funner.
Ryu made his way downstairs enjoying the aura of the house. It wasn't modern like the buildings on the west. It was vintage and different, he liked it. Nodding to himself he kept walking until the sight of long purple hair caught his attention.
He had been living at izumo inn for about two and a half weeks now. The sight of miya, should've been like second nature but he could never get over her beauty. He seen beautiful women before, but miya had natural beauty.
The mother of all sekirei, as if reading his mind smiled warmly him.
"Ryu-san, I see your wounds have all healed."
Jolted from his trance, he nodded his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I've always been a fast healer." He replied, which was true. He didn't require a long time to heal from minor wounds, but a wound made from the black sekirei that was a different story.
"Ryu-san looks for trouble? Oh dear, I fear I may have to take measures." Miya put a hand over her mouth. "My inn could be destroyed by a wild man like you."
"M-Miya-san!" Ryu exclaimed waving his hands in front of his face frantically. "I don't look for trouble, and I won't destroy your inn." His master taught him better, if only she knew the hours and hours he was lectured on manners and doing the right thing. He frankly hated it growing up.
Miya did enjoy teasing him, he gt flustered so easily. His usual stoic and calm aura quickly faltering. "Well, since you're better now. Would you be looking for a job now?"
"Yeah, actually I was going to to start searching tomorrow." He replied. This next question was going to be tough. He didn't like asking for help, but he seen miya's sword several days before. "Could you spar with me?"
Miya smiled, a genuine smile. Nobody asked that of her, they were either too afraid, or simply couldn't compete. "I think that'd be nice, you and the new room mates." She said. Careful to say that instead of sekirei, she didn't get a negative vibe from him. But until she knew more via matsu she'd keep up her secrecy.
"Say what now?" Uzume asked, fear in her voice.
"We're going to start training with miya, isn't ths great?" Ryu asked, excited to be training with someone so strong.
"No. Not really." Uzume exclaimed.
"We have to get stronger for syrus-sama." Nanaha said in a firm voice, her eyes taking a bold appearance.
"I will get stronger to protect syrus-sama!" Yashima said with fierce resolve.
"You guys are all crazy." Uzume mumbled.
"I usually trained for most of the day," ryu explained with a slight shrug."This will be good, we can get stronger. And we can work on team attacks." He grinned.
Such a clueless boy! He has no idea what he's going up against Uzume thought shaking her head. A very sexy clueless boy. She quickly added.
Training begins! Ryu did have a master that taught him swordsmanship and martial arts. Is he still alive or not? Have t wait and see. I know things are moving fast, but it seems right to me. As usual read and leave a review have any suggestions PM me or review them. I do discuss different ideas and such. Thanks you those that review and give suggestions I do appreciate it. I guess this is all for my note. There will be more in ryu's harem, a lot more but not too much.