Iaijutsu is a relatively advanced technique in swordsmanship. It emphasizes speed, precision, and surprise—resolving a battle within a single strike. So when facing Akira, Busujima Saeko had no opportunity to use it.
Just as Busujima Saeko was contemplating her answer, she felt her "slime" being attacked again by Akira. Her face flushed involuntarily.
Most of the time—especially when outsiders were present—Akira would restrain himself. But once they were alone, she couldn't avoid being ambushed by his "demonic claws." That feeling, that force, had gradually taken shape in her mind, forming a memory.
"A little!"
Busujima Saeko replied respectfully.
"Show me."
Akira squeezed his hand. There was still residual warmth and softness.
He stood still in front of Busujima Saeko, and she put away her sword, assuming the starting stance for Iaijutsu.
But the moment she struck the pose, Akira felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It was exactly the same as what he had witnessed in the game.
The next second, the wooden sword shot out like lightning—a blur of motion slashing horizontally toward Akira, followed by a series of strikes.
Hiss~! This uncanny déjà vu—it was as if the Busujima Saeko from the game and reality had overlapped.
After the attack ended, Akira couldn't help but ask.
"Saeko, think carefully. Have you seen me at any other time?"
Busujima Saeko was full of confusion.
"Like… following someone home or something."
Busujima Saeko was even more puzzled.
"Mr. Akira, although I don't know what you're talking about, if I really encountered such a situation, I would definitely resist with my life."
Akira scratched his head, a bit speechless.
Busujima Saeko had clearly experienced it for the first time yesterday. In such a short time, it really shouldn't have been. Moreover, Busujima Saeko's resistance in the game last night had been too intense—it made it difficult for him to distinguish whether that thin layer of window paper still existed.
Hiss~!
Akira couldn't figure out the answer.
How about tonight? I'll ask her in the game.
"Mr. Akira?"
Seeing that Akira was still thinking, Busujima Saeko couldn't help but speak up. She was also very curious about what had made him ask such a question.
Akira smiled. "Perhaps my memory is a bit muddled. Because I had amnesia, maybe some small problem occurred."
Busujima Saeko immediately became nervous. "Regarding memory, that's no small problem."
Akira stepped forward and embraced her. "Don't worry. I know my own body. Going to the hospital wouldn't reveal anything."
Busujima Saeko leaned against Akira's shoulder. "Mm. I'll listen to Mr. Akira completely."
After two seconds of silence, Akira finally released her. "I'll teach you Iaijutsu."
"Although it's relatively difficult to get the hang of, it should have a miraculous effect when facing an opponent in a competition."
Akira took two steps back and deliberately struck a starting pose completely different from Busujima Saeko's Iaijutsu.
He thought to himself: This way, I can distinguish reality from the game.
But because of that, the completely new Iaijutsu made it difficult for Busujima Saeko to master and use it quickly.
"I can't… I'm out of strength."
Busujima Saeko was drenched in fragrant sweat, clearly having exerted great effort in swinging her sword just now. Of course, Akira's mischievous hands had also played an indispensable role, making her feel a bit unable to hold back.
A strange blush spread across her face.
"Mm, you need to practice Iaijutsu well. Oh, by the way, I still don't know when the National Kendo Tournament will be held."
"In four days."
"In previous years, the preliminaries and quarter-finals were held in nearby gymnasiums. The semi-finals, however, are held in a larger venue, with media present."
"Then you'd better wrap yourself up tightly."
"Don't worry. I'll definitely wrap myself up tightly."
Although she said that, with her clothes open to dissipate heat, she naturally exposed two hemispheres in front of Akira.
Akira stepped forward, picked her up, and walked toward the bathroom.
"Saeko, you've worked hard. Let your husband scrub your back."
As for which parts were the focus of scrubbing, Busujima Saeko had no say.
Just like that, the two of them lingered in the bathroom, passing the time. Carried in, carried out.
The moment she touched the bed, Busujima Saeko fell into a deep sleep. With high-intensity training every day, she had to ensure ample rest.
Akira went to the refrigerator to grab a can of soda to quench his thirst. Halfway through drinking it, his phone suddenly buzzed.
"Typhoon Orange Warning! Tomorrow at dusk, the typhoon will make landfall near the coastal area!"
"Residents in this area are advised to temporarily evacuate to the Hero Association's shelters."
Akira looked at the map and found that his property was also within the typhoon's coverage area.
But only the edge. The true eye of the storm was in the northern region—where the true wealthy lived in their estates.
He laughed gloatingly.
"Heaven has eyes."
Still, he glanced at his phone. "But Saeko's school isn't closed. Bad review."
At the Hero Association headquarters, the person in charge stood by the window.
"The typhoon warning has been sent to the surrounding citizens. The evacuation level is set according to a Ghost-level disaster, requiring citizens within the typhoon's range to evacuate immediately."
"Very good. Which S-Class Heroes are on standby?"
"Zombieman, ranked 9th, has already gone to the coastal area where the typhoon will make landfall to gather information. In addition, Zombieman and Metal Bat are both in the vicinity. If a disaster is discovered, they will act immediately."
"Others will be dispatched according to tomorrow's situation."
"As for the A-Class Heroes—Atomic Samurai's three disciples are already in position, as are some A-Class Heroes who experienced the Deep Sea Tribe's landing last time."
"Mm."
The person in charge nodded.
"I hope my arrangements all turn out to be unnecessary."
After finishing his soda, Akira returned to his room with his phone.
He wasn't sure what state his external self would be in while he was playing the game. So, despite wanting to sleep beside Busujima Saeko, he still picked up his phone. He also set up a stand beside the bed and used another phone to record—wanting to see if he made any absurd movements while playing.
After everything was ready.
Akira took out his phone and pressed the button to run the game.
Instantly, a spatial rift appeared, and Akira completely vanished into the bedding.
The phone recording beside him faithfully captured all of this.
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