Chapter 78: Training Results
Though her body still felt weak and sore from the intense stimulation, Sakura nodded and assumed her usual meditation posture before formal practice.
To go far in martial arts, one must not only train the body but also cultivate the essence, energy, and spirit.
The essence in her belly radiated a continuous warmth. At first, Sakura struggled to calm her mind—this was her first time meditating completely naked.
Her usual bamboo sword wasn't by her side, and her stomach was uncomfortably full, making it hard to adjust.
But as the essence began to take effect, warm life energy flowed through her body, and Sakura gradually settled into the rhythm.
She clearly sensed her body being slowly strengthened—even the lingering soreness between her legs seemed to ease considerably.
Haruto had only given her two doses of essence, and Sakura didn't actively absorb it. What she was feeling was actually the enhancement from their dual cultivation.
The remaining essence mainly helped restore her body and energy, its passive effects much weaker—but still better than nothing.
After about thirty minutes, Sakura concluded her meditation as usual.
Opening her eyes, her sparkling gaze turned to Haruto in amazement.
Having experienced it firsthand, the last trace of doubt in her heart vanished. In just this short time, she felt her physical abilities had improved dramatically.
The innate physiological differences between men and women determined disparities in strength and speed.
Sakura had never wanted to train herself into a muscular figure—after years of disciplined practice, her physique was only on par with an average adult male's.
But now, she felt she could effortlessly overpower a strong-grown man with pure strength alone, no technique needed.
Such an exaggerated boost was something she'd only experienced during puberty—back in middle school.
Her appetite had surged then, and her body changed day by day.
Not only had her height shot up, but her chest and hips had also grown full and shapely during those years.
Meeting Sakura's bright, eager eyes, Haruto smiled. "How do you feel, Senpai? How much improvement?"
"I haven't tested it yet, but my strength has increased by at least half."
Sakura shared everything she'd sensed with Haruto.
Rubbing his chin, Haruto mused, "Since you don't have any supernatural energy like mana in your body, the effects of dual cultivation were somewhat diminished. But strengthening your physique still accelerates your kendo training."
"Mm."
Sakura nodded. She'd already learned from Miyajima Shihan that upon reaching the master level, one would generate 'Qi' within.
And to attain that realm, besides comprehension in kendo, physical conditioning was equally indispensable.
Qi originated from the body—a fusion of spirit and flesh.
Physical fitness too poor, insufficient vigor and spirit, or lack of comprehension in swordsmanship—any one of these three would prevent the birth of Qi.
Thus, the path of martial arts is arduous. But if one succeeds, they would have virtually no weaknesses, only certain combat styles they might not excel in.
Truth be told, Haruto himself wished to walk the martial path. His innate talents already leaned toward close combat, and his mental fortitude and physical prowess were beyond question.
However, the birth of Qi also required enlightenment in a specific martial discipline—fists, legs, blades, swords, spears, staffs, anything would do, but it couldn't be absent.
When it came to the elusive concept of enlightenment, Haruto was completely lost. He relied entirely on his dual cultivation ability, and his close combat skills were purely based on practical experience and instinct...
He had no clue whatsoever about comprehending the "Dao." No matter how much he wanted to develop in martial arts, he had no choice but to continue down the path of magic and physical enhancement.
Still, the idea of becoming a martial artist was something Haruto never abandoned—he simply buried it deep in his heart.
As a native of Dragon Country, who didn't dream of becoming a martial arts master?
In his past life, he never had the chance. In this life, how could he not give it a try?
This time, after obtaining the talent known as "Sword Heart" from Sakura—albeit only at a beginner level—it rekindled Haruto's long-held aspiration.
"Sakura-senpai, how about I help you with your training from now on, and you teach me swordsmanship?" Haruto suddenly said to Sakura Miyajima. "Of course, not the flashy stuff for competitions, but how to meditate, how to bond with your weapon, how to comprehend the way of the sword."
Sakura tilted her delicate little face. "That's no problem at all, but didn't you say before that you weren't interested in swordsmanship?"
"That was then, this is now."
Haruto chuckled evasively. "It's just that seeing you in your kendo uniform looked so cool, so I thought I'd give it a try."
He couldn't very well say he didn't want to waste his newly acquired Sword Heart, hence his sudden interest.
Sakura blushed and shot him a coquettish glare. "If you like the kendo uniform... I can bring a new set next time..."
Haruto paused for a moment, glancing at the buxom kendo beauty who was now bashfully playing with her fingers, her eyes brimming with affection. He seemed to understand something.
"Sakura-senpai..." He smirked mischievously as his hand slid up her smooth, snow-white thighs. "It's you who wants to try something, isn't it~~"
Sakura stiffened, her entire body burning with shame at having her thoughts exposed. She wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.
She didn't know what had come over her—she couldn't stop thinking about that.
"N-no... that's not it..." Sakura stubbornly insisted, her voice trembling. "It's to... to better cultivate my swordsmanship next time..."
"And this cultivation you speak of... is it proper?"
"Of c—Mmmpfh... mnn~"
Haruto silenced her protests with his lips.
After a deep, wet kiss, Haruto fondled the plump, soft mounds in his hands. "Sakura-senpai, how's your body holding up?"
Sakura rubbed her slightly dampened thighs together, her empty valley yearning for Haruto's fiery heat.
Her eyes glazed over with pink hearts as she panted, "Mmm..."
"In that case, no need to wait for next time. Let's continue our training right now."
With that, Haruto grasped her slender ankles and parted her shapely legs. Amidst the girl's pleasured moans, the two embarked on another round of rigorous cultivation.
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Monday.
Haruto sat in the classroom, listening to the history teacher's monotonous lecture as he opened his personal status panel.
[Name: Haruto Seishu] ★
[Abilities: Intermediate Demon Bloodline, Basic Body Mastery, Sword Heart (Beginner), Eye of Insight, Mental Resistance, Mirror Alice (Incomplete), Lightning Flash (Incomplete)]
[Skills: Basic Mana Extraction, Basic Combat Arts]
Looking at his abilities and skills, he began planning how to further enhance his strength.
He didn't know the upper limits of the Cuckold Protagonist Template—what would be the maximum power level of the antagonists or minotaurs.
Assuming the worst-case scenario where their strength had no ceiling, Haruto never dared to slack off.
He feared that one day, if his power didn't keep up, he would be forcibly dragged back into his predetermined cuckold fate.
Tanaka Hajime had already been dealt with. Over the weekend, aside from helping Sakura train, he had also informed the Takamine sisters and Akeno about the news.
Although Sakura was no longer in danger, Miyajima Shihan remained extremely warm toward Haruto, occasionally even trying to play matchmaker between him and Sakura.
As for Tsubaki, she immediately noticed that Sakura had lost her virginity—and as for who was responsible...
Sakura had only stayed at Haruto's place for one night. Who else could it be?
But Tsubaki still secretly flirted with Haruto. As long as neither of them openly admitted it, she pretended not to know.
That way, she wouldn't have to confront the idea of competing with her own daughter for a man.
As for Akeno, Rias still hadn't returned, busy with who-knows-what.
When Haruto told her the matter was resolved, she didn't take back the paper with the special magic circle.
She only informed him that starting next week, whether Rias returned or not, she would begin assigning him missions.
Closing the panel, Haruto roughly had a plan.
First, regarding Aiho Academy—the most troublesome minotaur had been dealt with, leaving many lovely heroines as potential hidden resources.
As for kendo, Haruto spent some time each day at the Miyajima Dojo, learning under Sakura, striving to achieve enlightenment sooner.
Hmm... If it weren't for the fact that staying too long would result in being pestered by Miyuna and Tsubaki, Haruto wouldn't mind practicing kendo a bit longer.
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