As the whole world was swept forward by the waves of the Industrial Revolution — moving from the recent era into the modern era — immortal monsters suddenly appeared.
Covered in an iron shell, they would not be eliminated as long as their hearts were not destroyed. Those bitten by them seemed to revive after dying once, and then begin attacking humans as well. These monsters later came to be known as Kabane (corpse), and they multiplied explosively, spreading across the entire world.
Twenty years ago, the people of Hinomoto, fearing the Kabane, hid inside station fortresses. They abandoned their companions and their pride, choosing to flee in a panic — and it was in this environment that the Kōtetsujō (Iron Fortress) was created.
{T/N: "Iron Fortress" (Kōtetsujō) is the name used for the specific locomotive (Hayajiro) of the Aragane Station, that transports people and goods between stations. There are other locomotives from other stations, like Fusōjō and Kokujō.}
As soon as Ryuji entered the instance, he appeared outside the drawbridge by the moat of Aragane Station, immediately putting the people on the wall on guard.
Everyone knew that the wilds were filled with Kabane. How could a normal human possibly survive out there? So the people on the wall all assumed the youth outside was Kabane as well.
But what shocked them was that the youth leapt in a single bound from the riverbank straight onto the drawbridge.
You had to know — the moat was more than ten meters wide, built precisely to prevent Kabane intrusion. For that youth to jump across so easily — how could they not be horrified?
When Ryuji walked along the tracks into Aragane Station, dozens of dark gun barrels were immediately pointed at him.
"I hate being aimed at with weapons — especially by a bunch of trash who only know how to hide behind fences."
Ryuji naturally didn't like having guns pointed at him. He immediately took out the Shadowless Sword, ready to wipe that group out.
"All of you, lower your guns!"
However, a stern, authoritative shout interrupted his movement.
Everyone looked over and saw a middle-aged man with an eight-shaped mustache riding in on horseback, bringing a group of attendants rushing this way.
"What are you staring at? Didn't you hear the lord tell you to lower your guns?" A young man in blue, also on horseback and following the middle-aged man, shouted at the gunmen.
Hearing this, everyone put down their guns and stood awkwardly in place.
After arriving, the middle-aged man dismounted and jogged up to Ryuji, speaking respectfully, "Lord Ryuji, forgive us for failing to welcome you properly. I am the head of the Yomogawa Family of Aragane Station—Kenshō Yomogawa. Please forgive my subordinates for being blind and failing to recognize the Sword Saint."
"What? This youth is the Sword Saint?"
"So young… I heard the Sword Saint can live alone outside without fearing the Kabane. So it's true."
…
Kenshō's words instantly made the surrounding people understand the youth's identity, and they began discussing excitedly.
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〖Welcome to Black-Iron Rank Reincarnation Instance: Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress!〗
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〖Main Mission: After Aragane Station is overrun by Kabane, survive for seven days! Reward: 3,000 Reincarnation Points.〗
〖Side Mission: Kill 200 Kabane! Reward: 3,000 Reincarnation Points.〗
〖Special Mission: After Aragane Station is overrun, ensure the Kōtetsujō safely reaches the Shogun's Strongest Stronghold, Kongōkaku Station! Reward: Ownership of the "Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress" Instance World.〗
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〖Special Note: A corresponding identity has been arranged based on the strength of the Reincarnator A/A1, Nickname "Black".〗
〖Depending on mission completion rate, one treasure chest of corresponding rank will be awarded.〗
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So it turned out that the moment Ryuji arrived in this instance world, the Reincarnation Space had already arranged an identity for him.
A wandering grandmaster swordsman, famous throughout Hinomoto — the only person able to live alone out in the wild. With this kind of status, even the Shogun would show some courtesy, let alone a small station like Aragane.
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After that, things were simple. Ryuji was brought into the Yomogawa residence by Kenshō, and that evening a banquet was held to entertain them properly.
At the luncheon banquet, his only daughter, Ayame Yomogawa, naturally attended as well.
Throughout the meal, it was the curious Ayame who kept asking Ryuji what the outside world was like. Perhaps influenced by his Title/Talent "The Bigger the Better", Ayame — who possessed an impressive figure — was extremely talkative when facing him.
{T/N: Forms a special aura that increases initial favorability from qualifying females toward you. The more qualifying females you contract with and the better they meet the conditions, the greater the effect.}
The food at the luncheon wasn't great, but with a beautiful young lady accompanying them, Ryuji was more than happy.
"Lord Ryuji, what is the outside world like?" Ayame knelt beside him, her face full of anticipation as she waited for an answer.
"Uh… nothing special. With Kabane everywhere outside, aside from the scenery, there isn't much good."
Ryuji had no idea what the outside was like — he had only just descended into this world, after all. But he couldn't withstand a pretty girl's curiosity, so he had to rack his brains and make up something reasonable.
Seeing his daughter chatting happily with Ryuji, Kenshō's upturned smile never left his face.
As the luncheon was about to end, Kenshō suddenly called out to him.
"Lord Ryuji, what do you think of my daughter?"
Those words made Ayame's cheeks flush faintly as she was about to take Ryuji to their assigned lodging.
"Huh? Father-in — no, I mean… what do you mean?"
This question nearly made Ryuji blurt out, "Father-in-law, your daughter is great", but he stopped himself in time.
"Heh heh. Lord Ryuji may not know — my daughter has studied Kendō and Kyūdō (Art of Archery) since she was young. While she has achieved something in archery, her swordsmanship is not satisfactory." Kenshō glanced at his slightly bashful daughter and spoke sincerely to Ryuji, "So I would like to ask Lord Ryuji to teach my daughter Kendō, so she will have the means to protect herself in this world."
Parents' hearts are always the same. He had only this one daughter, so he had protected her well from childhood, never allowing any man to approach her.
But because he controlled all of Aragane Station, he was often busy with politics and power struggles among the clan heads, leaving him little time to spend with his daughter.
And in times like these, who knew when Aragane Station might be overrun by the Kabane?
Now a young person powerful enough to protect his daughter had arrived — and the youth also seemed to have feelings for her. As a father, how could he not try to bring them together?
Ryuji naturally understood the implication in his words. This was entrusting his daughter to him. But with a beautiful girl delivered to their doorstep, he naturally wouldn't refuse.
"Alright. Leave it to me." Ryuji replied with a firm gaze.
Only Ayame looked genuinely happy at his agreement, not understanding the deeper meaning of the two men's conversation.
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In the afternoon, at the Yomogawa Kendō training grounds.
A young maiden with dark gray eyes and long black hair tied in a high ponytail — wearing a loose pink-and-blue dress and possessing delicate features — held a bamboo sword and stood in a Kendō stance.
"Umm… teacher… do we really have to do this?"
At this moment her cheeks were bright red, her eyes shimmering, and her small mouth slightly open as she breathed.
"Of course. If you want to swing the blade with the greatest power as quickly and effortlessly as possible, the posture is the key."
Ryuji stood close behind Ayame, feeling the girl's warm, soft back, and placed both hands on her slender waist.
After speaking, his hands reached from behind to grasp her tender wrists — making the posture look as if he were hugging her from behind.
This made Ayame — who had never been touched by a man — tremble, and a strange heat spread through her whole body.
"I-is it… like this?"
"Of course. Don't you trust your teacher?" Ryuji leaned close to Ayame's cheek, breathing in the maiden's fragrance, and unconsciously pressed even closer from behind.
He could even feel two soft, elastic mounds pressing against him. Lowering his head, he could even see — beneath the girl's conservative collar — fair skin and… yes, her collarbones.
There was nothing to be done. Ayame's outfit was too conservative. From above, there really wasn't anything to see.
"But… teacher's face is so close…" Ayame whispered, her cheeks burning hot.
Her voice was small, but Ryuji still heard it.
"Mm. Keep your hand posture steady. Next is the posture of your waist and legs." He deliberately pretended not to, loosening her soft wrists and placing both hands back on her slender waist.
This time, as they adjusted her stance, his fingers tapped lightly through the fabric on her narrow waist — like a pianist.
"Mmm…"
Ayame felt those hands at her waist. Every tap of the fingers brought her a strange sensation, and even her pale ears flushed red.
Finally, just before she could accidentally let out a strange sound, Ryuji stopped the movement of his fingers.
But before Ayame could breathe a sigh of relief, those hot hands at her waist began to slide downward. Ryuji's hands slid to both sides of her hips, surprised to find that what was hidden beneath her long skirt wasn't just perky and full, but also round and generously wide.
"Mm. Ayame, it looks like you're the easy-birth type." Ryuji pressed close to her burning face and whispered into her crimson little ear.
"Mmm… teacher, p-please don't do this." Feeling the hot breath by her ear, Ayame's misty eyes grew even wetter.
It turned out her weakness was her ears. After realizing that, Ryuji gently bit and held that pink little ear between their lips.
"Ayame…"
"Hah… t-teacher…"
With her weak point attacked, Ayame went limp and fell into his arms. Her hand loosened from the bamboo sword, and with a snap it fell to the ground.
Holding the softened young woman, her supple body and rounded hips pressed tightly against them. Even through layers of clothing, Ryuji could more clearly understand the girl's beautiful figure.
"Let your teacher knead a little — okay?"
Ayame felt the hands that had been at her waist, burning hot, now moving toward her proud chest. A tension — both frightening and thrilling — rose in her heart.
As a well-behaved girl since childhood, she had never experienced anything like this. She wanted to refuse — yet, as if bewitched, her tone changed instead.
"Mmm… th-this… not here. If someone comes… mmm…"
"Oh? So it's fine as long as no one comes?"
Ryuji's hands lightly reached beneath Ayame's impressive chest. With just the sides of his index fingers, he could feel the warmth and softness there.
"Mmm…" Ayame closed her eyes without answering. Her heart pounded — both expectant and afraid.
Since she didn't refuse, Ryuji naturally wouldn't hesitate. Spreading his hands, he grasped the future of children through the fabric.
Big… truly big.
Ryuji felt it surpassed even Rei. Even after giving birth to three or four daughters, she could still feed them all full.
Ayame was still a young girl. If she matured a bit more, she might surpass Yuriko and Kiriko (the bodyguards) and the other mature women. And paired with those rounded, wide hips… it was simply…
"Ayame, you'll definitely be a good wife and a good mother someday." Ryuji kneaded her breasts and whispered while nibbling her earlobe.
Ayame's cheeks turned even redder. He could even feel a powerful heartbeat within the softness under their palms.
"Um… t-teacher… down there is poking…" She said in a voice so small it was almost like blood itself.
"Then… would Ayame be willing to help teacher?" As if showing off, Ryuji deliberately thrust forward slightly.
That soft roundness was pressed flat then rounded again, and you could even hear a faint bumping sound.
"B-but… I don't know how…"
"It's alright. Teacher will teach you. Isn't that exactly a teacher's duty?"
What teacher's duty? You never see such an improper teacher.
Thinking that, Ayame still obediently squatted down.
Pa! Pa!
As soon as the pants came off, Ayame felt her chin and nose tapped twice by something burning hot.
"Ah!" Looking carefully, Ayame immediately covered her mouth.
A pillar-like shadow stretched from her chin all the way up to between her brows. That length and thickness made her pale with fright.
"Y-you can't… swallow it, right?"
"I think you can…" Ryuji murmured, his voice thick with anticipation.
But Ayame, her cheeks flushing crimson, shook her head slightly, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity as she leaned closer
Tentatively, she parted her lips, the heat radiating from his throbbing shaft making her breath hitch; it was so thick, veins pulsing under her fingertips as she wrapped her hand around the base, guiding it toward her mouth.
The salty musk filled her nostrils as she took the tip between her lips, her tongue swirling experimentally around the smooth, rigid head, tasting the bead of pre-cum that escaped.
She gagged slightly at first, the size stretching her jaws, but as she bobbed her head, slow and deliberate, the rhythm built — wet slurps and her muffled gasps echoing in the room, her hands gripping his thighs for support.
Ryuji's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper, his hips thrusting gently, the friction against her tongue sending waves of unfamiliar pleasure through her body.
Her own arousal grew, a slick warmth building between her legs, as she sucked harder, feeling every twitch and swell.
Not until ten minutes in this, Ryuji tensed, a guttural groan escaping him as hot, thick streams of cum flooded her mouth, the salty bitterness coating her tongue.
Ayame choked a little but swallowed greedily, her throat working to take as much as she could, the excess dribbling down her chin, while an unexpected surge of ecstasy hit her, her pussy clenching rhythmically as she came, a rush of wetness soaking through her panties and pooling on the floor beneath her.
After Ryuji finished, Ayame ran out of the Kendō Training Grounds with a red face, covering her mouth. If someone looked closely, they could vaguely see a trace of white at the corner of the lips she was covering.
"Tch… women really are made of water. Looks like I'll have to slowly train her later… no, teach her — right. I'm a teacher. Teaching a student is only natural."
Ryuji looked at the small puddle of crystal-clear liquid on the ground in front of them, sighing at just how wet Ayame was. Shaking his head, he pulled up their pants and left as well.
Still, that "The Bigger the Better" halo is really useful.
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