After the talk in the grove, the three of them did nothing more there and returned straight to the makeshift camp.
"This girl is…?" Haruno noticed Kanae—someone she was sure she hadn't seen earlier.
Tatsuki introduced her casually. "This is Kanae, my girlfriend—and the spirit of my blade." He insisted on the word girlfriend; calling her merely a sword‑spirit felt disrespectful.
Girlfriend and blade‑spirit? Haruno decided not to comment. The girl herself seemed gentle enough; best to get along. She walked over and struck up conversation with Kanae right away.
At the word girlfriend both Marin and Chika twitched—Marin's succubus tail flicked; Chika's elf ears wiggled. Megumi simply sat nearby, quietly observing.
Using the Survival Points she'd earned from slaying monsters, Yukino bought everyone food. As they ate, Tatsuki explained the current plan:
This Behemoth Wastestar hosts nearly twenty titans, each about a hundred meters. The king of monsters here is Godzilla. They're scattered, so rather than hunting them one by one, he'd ordered the planet itself to lure them in—one sweep, all dead, all points.
A juvenile skeletal megalizard had already been worth ten thousand points; a mature titan would net several times that. A dozen titans could mean over a million.
While they waited for the giants to march over, everyone—especially Haruno, who still had no powers—should keep farming points.
Dinner finished, each person retired to a separate tent. Kanae, being a sword‑spirit, naturally stayed with Tatsuki. With him around, nothing dangerous, not even insects, could disturb the area; they slept in perfect quiet… or tried to. In an alien jungle it's hard to drop off instantly—some stared up at the canvas roof, others tossed and turned.
Late in the night, soft rustling. After lying there thinking, Yukino rose, eased her tent zipper open, and slipped out into the dark. She ducked into Tatsuki's tent.
Kanae glanced at the visitor and tactfully vanished from Tatsuki's arms.
Tatsuki whispered, "Yukino? What brings you here?"
Silence at first; her eyes held his for a long moment before she murmured, broken and tiny, "That… unfinished thing from before… should we… continue?"
He understood at once—back in her apartment they'd barely begun when Haruno barged in. Her boldness surprised and thrilled him. "Of course."
Night was deep, the wind still.
Some eyes stayed wide open, some ears strained to hear—even a few bodies took action.
…
Dawn.
Three women—Marin, Chika, and Haruno—crawled from their tents with faint dark circles and exchanged awkward smiles. Megumi emerged, gave them a single calm glance, then started her tasks. Tatsuki had conjured toiletries, and the trio kept shooting furtive looks toward his tent.
"Haaah!" Tatsuki stretched hugely as he stepped out, visibly relaxed.
Three sets of eyes locked on the tent flap behind him—just as a voice sounded.
"Good morning, Yukino."
"Morning, Megumi."
Yukino stepped from the tent, face bright, full of energy. Megumi's presence‑block had been dialed down by Tatsuki so friends could see her; he still planned to teach her how to modulate it herself.
"!"
All three women snapped their heads around—to see Yukino, perfectly composed. Marin wondered if she'd hallucinated the night's sounds; Chika's gaze ping‑ponged between Yukino and Tatsuki. Both wore utterly placid expressions.
Haruno, though, knew she hadn't imagined anything—the noises had lasted all night! Yet Yukino looked fresher than ever. Did Tatsuki's stamina power up again? She'd never been able to outlast him before, but Yukino had lasted till morning and seemed invigorated. Unscientific! Had Yukino simply—god forbid—gotten used to excessive rounds?
Yukino felt the stares and remained serene.
She looked perfectly calm, face neither flushed nor flustered, but she was secretly cooling her body with her own power. Even she could barely speak of last night's boldness and frenzy.
Of course she hadn't truly endured it; the first time—during The Sims incident—had been stopped halfway. Last night wasn't her first, yet back then she'd been foggy, like being drunk; the experience this time was utterly different. Ripping pain mixed with dizzying pleasure; simply remembering made her body react. Luckily, Tatsuki had used primal energy to repair her body and mind completely—that was the only reason she could stand here appearing normal.
"Hmm? Marin, Chika, Haruno—what's up with your hands?" Tatsuki asked. All three were absent‑mindedly rubbing the fingers of their right hands.
"It's… just a bit of soreness," Chika mumbled, hiding her hands behind her back, cheeks red. Marin and Haruno offered almost the same excuse.
"Need me to heal you?"
"No, no, no!" They shook their heads in chorus.
…
Seven days here cost no time outside, so Tatsuki decided to make it a training camp. Via Dominion he summoned mid‑sized monsters as sparring dummies.
First he had to boost Haruno. "Yukino, Haruno—send me a prayer." Both sisters understood and obeyed. Like with Megumi, he felt two streams of devotion—one fiery, one cool. Faith poured down: two more Savior Angels were born.
Chika stared. Isn't Haruno Yukino's sister? How can she suddenly love Tatsuki? Yet the facts were plain.
"I feel power coursing through me!" Haruno tested her new wings and floated. Yukino flew as well—silent, effortless.
Tatsuki was satisfied: everyone now had the highest body spec he could give—roughly Level 4 Physical Enhancement. Yukino combined that with Level 4 ice power; her combat strength jumped.
Every gaze shifted to Chika. Eek, I'm the only one left!
"Want to try, Chika‑chan?" Tatsuki asked.
"O‑okay." She closed her eyes, searching her feelings.
—First meeting: curiosity stirred by Kaguya's antics.
—Second: the Apocalypse Game, seen naked, teased.
—Third: Student Council, bullied again—and hard.
How could I like this guy?
Yet Tatsuki sensed genuine affection. Perhaps Chika was a stealth masochist. One heartbeat later she too sprouted wings and halo—another Savior Angel.
"Eeeh?!" She yelped. How can I love the jerk who bullies me? Even after retracting her angel form she stood there stunned.
"I could feel it," Tatsuki teased.
"Stop talking! Let's start training!" she shouted, desperate to cut him off.
…
Training schedule
Proctor: Kanae
Tatsuki's role: whoever finished a session got to chat with him—and maybe pay a little service fee.
Monsters weren't endless but plenty. In a single day a hundred beasts of various sizes lumbered in; all were weak enough for a Savior Angel or Apostle of Sin to flatten with one blow.
Days 1‑4: pure physical work—fists, kicks, then Rokushiki basics and the two Haki disciplines. With their boosted bodies and Tatsuki's primal‑energy stamina refills, they trained nonstop. After four brutal days each girl had driven her main spec to about Level 3, a pace Tatsuki credited to their angelic or fallen forms.
Kanae enforced "strict, severe, serious, thorough" to the letter. Anyone who slacked was instantly puppeted into mortifying poses. Tatsuki watched with relish, even baited them to loaf; Chika, predictably, got caught most. Maximum fan‑service—truly, Kanae was the eternal goddess.
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