A month had passed since Yoriichi and Qian Renxue's birth, the days blending into a gentle rhythm within Bibi Dong's chamber. Yoriichi, his tiny body growing steadily, had begun to identify numbers, his sharp reincarnated mind piecing together the calendar on the wall. It showed thirty days in a month, somewhat similar to his old world where he tracked time by moon and sun cycles, as did most Demon Slayers.
This world is advanced, he thought, surprised by the structured calendar. By watching Bibi Dong mark each day with a calm stroke, he learned there were twelve months in a year, a system more precise than his past life's seasonal guesses. The revelation fascinated him, hinting at a society with knowledge far beyond simple observation.
One day, while Renxue napped, Yoriichi tried to meditate, mimicking the serene pose he'd observed Bibi Dong assuming during their sleep times. He sat under the window's light, closing his eyes, focusing on the soul power humming around him.
If Mother gains strength from this, perhaps I can too, he thought, attempting to draw in the energy. But nothing happened—no surge, no warmth. His infant body tired quickly, and he slumped back, pouting in frustration. The cute scene caught Renxue's eye as she woke, giggling at her twin's antics. She crawled over, poking his cheek with a chubby finger, her laughter bubbling. Yoriichi, too exhausted to respond, lay still, and Renxue soon lost interest, returning to her toys—a colorful rattle and soft blocks.
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Yoriichi: Mother's meditation, her reading—they're her path to strength. Why can't I feel the soul power flow? It teases me, but my body betrays me. I'm frustrated, tired, but time will come. Renxue's giggles remind me—I'll grow, help Mother, explore this advanced world with its calendars and structures.
Bibi Dong: My twins play so sweetly, their innocence my shield against darkness. I push harder, level 80 now, but 90 and the Rakshasa trial loom far. I can fight low Titled Douluos, hold my own, but victory? Not yet. Evil thoughts fade faster, thanks to my loves, but years may pass before they're gone. Revenge on Xunji... I'll plan carefully, for my children's sake.
Yoriichi's body had developed enough to crawl, his limbs stronger with each day. Both twins chased each other on the soft rugs, laughing as they tumbled, their play a joyful chaos. Renxue's enthusiasm pulled Yoriichi along, and he joined in, his calm face breaking into smiles.
He wondered about Bibi Dong's books—tomes on martial souls, cultivation, and Spirit Hall's secrets. She works tirelessly while we play, he thought, a deep sigh escaping his tiny chest. I hate being helpless, but soon... He consoled himself, knowing his time would come, his Sun Breathing waiting to be honed in this new world.
Bibi Dong, quietly assessing her progress, sat nearby. At level 80, she knew the road to 90 and the Rakshasa God's trial was long, but her fusion technique gave her an edge. I could battle low-level Titled Douluos, endure their assaults, but defeating them? It would be hard, she thought, satisfied with her growth yet driven to improve.
Evil thoughts crept in—whispers of corruption—but she dispelled them by hugging her children, staring into Yoriichi's maroon eyes, his black-red hair catching the light. So unique, my sun, she mused, then turned to Renxue's cute features. My angel, your smile banishes the shadows. The thoughts came less frequently now, a delight after a month; she estimated years until they vanished completely, perhaps with healers' aid.
When Qian Daoliu visited, Bibi Dong's nerves tightened, but she controlled her expression, relieved when he remained clueless about her rapid progress. He's kind to the twins, but Xunji... she thought, her revenge plans simmering—subtle poisons, sealed fates in the Secret Chamber.
She had time to strengthen, rejecting Xunji's advances with firm threats. Touch me, and you'll regret it, she'd warned, her voice steel, leaving him frustrated but compliant, his father's warning echoing.
Afternoons brought walks through Spirit Hall, a delight for the twins. Evenings, Xunji's brief visits left Yoriichi sensing his father's busyness, his attention favoring Renxue. He's distant still, but that's fine, Yoriichi mused, content with his mother's love.
Yoriichi: This routine—sleep, eat, play—it's simple, but Mother's hard work inspires me. I'll meditate again, absorb soul power when ready. Renxue's energy, Mother's stories—I'll cherish it all, grow strong to help.
Bibi Dong: My children's laughter heals me. Level 80 feels solid, but I push for more. Evil thoughts weaken, dispelled by their light. Revenge on Xunji will come, but for now, my loves are my focus.
As night fell, Bibi Dong reviewed her martial souls, satisfied with the integration allowing her to challenge higher levels. She slipped into bed, arms around her twins, their warmth a balm. The three slept comfortably, Bibi Dong's smile lingering, her dreams filled with their future, while Yoriichi and Renxue nestled close, their bond a silent promise in the dark.
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