"If you compare this world to ones like One Piece, Naruto, or Bleach, the combat power here probably doesn't measure up," Hayashi said with a smile to Hisako and Erina. "The greatest advantage of this world is that it can lay a solid foundation for our future advancement."
Hisako mused thoughtfully, "So you mean this world trains things like knife skills, heat control, and ingredient preparation?"
Hayashi tilted his head slightly in confusion. "I'm not very knowledgeable about culinary arts, so I'm not sure if what you call knife skills, heat control, and ingredient preparation aligns with my understanding of foundational training. But they're probably similar enough."
Erina chimed in, "But couldn't we build our foundation in other worlds? Even in the worlds you mentioned, like One Piece or Naruto, there must be basic training methods, right?"
Hayashi gave a helpless smile and looked at Erina. "Erina dear, you have to understand that there are disparities between worlds. The residents of the One Piece world would be like superhumans in other worlds. The basic training methods they can handle would kill us."
Just look at Zoro's training methods, for example. Before he was even ten years old, he was dragging stones larger than himself for endurance running. Try having kids from other worlds do that?
Try it and die trying!
Erina raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Is it really that exaggerated?"
Hayashi took a sharp breath. "I remember a character in Naruto named Rock Lee. When he was about fourteen or fifteen, he wore over a hundred kilograms of weights on each leg for daily training. And even with those weights, he could jump over ten meters high and run a hundred meters in under five seconds."
"F-five seconds..." Hisako was visibly shocked by this information. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "And that's with over a hundred kilograms on each leg... That's superhuman."
"Mhm—" Hayashi shrugged. "So you see, there are disparities between worlds! We need to build our foundation in this world first and improve our physical abilities before we're qualified to undergo basic training in other worlds. Otherwise... tsk tsk."
It's like playing an online game. Even if a dungeon is praised by players as a "fast EXP grind spot," it's not something a level 10 account can tackle, right? You at least need to reach the required level and be able to handle the monsters there. Otherwise, instead of you grinding the dungeon, the dungeon grinds you.
"Alright, I understand the reason for coming to this world now," Erina said, rubbing her nose bridge. "But physical training..."
Hayashi could hear the 100% reluctance in her voice—like someone who hates cilantro being forced to eat a cilantro hotpot.
"What's wrong?" Hayashi asked with concern. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"It's not exactly second thoughts, it's just—" Erina lowered her head, anxiously touching her arms and stomach as she muttered, "I won't end up looking like a muscle-bound doll, will I?"
"Ah—"
Hayashi understood. No matter what, Erina was still a girl, and hearing about the intense physical training inevitably stirred some worries—after all, not everyone aspired to become a hulking mass of muscles.
"My dear, don't you worry—" Hayashi chuckled, pulling Erina into his arms teasingly. "Have you forgotten about Mrs. Shizuha we met before? She's a skilled martial artist too, but she doesn't have bulging muscles, right?"
At his words, Erina and Hisako exchanged glances. Recalling Mrs. Shizuha's graceful, curvaceous figure, their faces lit up with excitement.
"Looks like you've caught on—" Hayashi smiled. "Physical training in this world won't turn you into a muscle-bound monster. Instead, it'll have an effect similar to yoga."
This wasn't just Hayashi making things up! The manga History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi was from an older era, and comics from that time often leaned toward fanservice—resulting in female characters with increasingly alluring curves. After all, who wanted to see overweight or overly muscular women in those explosive clothing scenes?
Erina and Hisako both sighed in relief at the same time.
Not turning into muscle women—what a relief!
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...
Since they would be staying at the Dojo for a while, Erina and Hisako took out the cooking utensils from their backpacks and arranged them in the Dojo's kitchen. For two top-tier chefs, the Dojo's kitchen was far too rudimentary—it couldn't possibly bring out their full potential.
Renovation was a must!
This led to quite the shock when Akisame Kōetsuji and Shigure Kōsaka returned home to find the kitchen completely transformed.
"Sorry, Master Kōetsuji—" Erina looked at Akisame with an expression that practically said, "I'm sorry but I'd do it again," and explained, "I thought your kitchen was too basic, so I took the liberty of making some improvements."
"Uh—" Akisame stroked his beard, somewhat embarrassed. "If you wanted to reorganize the kitchen, you could've waited for me to come back."
He could've helped, after all!
"It's fine!" Hisako reassured him. "With Indeedee's help, cleaning was a breeze!"
Psychic abilities were indeed overpowered. Stubborn stains and grease that would be a nightmare for ordinary people were effortlessly wiped away with psychic power, leaving not even a trace of residue behind.
Perhaps it was precisely because the kitchen had become too spotless that Akisame felt a pang of guilt, assuming Erina and Hisako had gone through great pains to clean it so thoroughly.
"Do they really have such abilities?" Akisame turned his gaze towards Indeedee—at this moment, Indeedee (female) was smiling as she held little Miu in her arms. The baby was wide-eyed, neither crying nor fussing, quietly observing the surroundings.
A rather peculiar sight.
"Indeedee's type is Psychic—the kind of psychic abilities you're familiar with, Master Kōetsuji," Hayashi chuckled. He picked up a teacup from the table and casually tossed it behind him, saying, "Like this—"
Indeedee (male) eyes glowed blue, and the teacup Hayashi had thrown was instantly suspended mid-air by telekinesis.
"—Manipulating objects with psychic powers is effortless for them," Hayashi continued. "Stubborn stains in the kitchen are no challenge under the influence of psychic energy."
"Psychic abilities—"
Both Akisame and Shigure beside him were thoroughly impressed by Indeedee's display.
"Another example—" Hayashi glanced at Indeedee (male), who nodded slightly. First, he returned the teacup to the table, then spread his hands and gently lifted them upwards.
In the next moment, a considerable amount of dust, hair, and other debris gathered from the gaps in the tatami and the corners of the room, quickly forming a large, dark clump of filth in front of Indeedee.
"—Things like this can also be done easily. Pretty convenient, right?" Hayashi grinned, sounding rather pleased with himself.
"Truly a remarkably convenient ability," Akisame stroked his mustache and said cheerfully. "It seems household chores can be left to Indeedee from now on."
"Yessah—"
Indeedee (male) bowed gracefully—Leave all household matters to me and my sister! We will ensure this home is kept in perfect order!
"By the way, is this the child of your old friend you mentioned earlier, Master Kōetsuji?" Hayashi turned to Shigure Kōsaka with a smile, beckoning to Miltank. "Would you like a glass of Moomoo Milk?"
"Moo!"
Miltank patted her chest proudly and raised her head high—Hmph, not just anyone gets to drink my milk! Be grateful you know my master!
Shigure stared expressionlessly at the Miltank, her flat gaze resembling that of a doll. Meanwhile, Akisame beside her once again showed a curious expression and asked, "Moomoo Milk? Is it the milk she produces?"
After all, the Miltank's prominent udders were impossible to miss. Unless someone believed milk grew on trees—and was already packaged in cartons or bags—anyone with common sense could guess the Miltank's purpose.
"Exactly." Hayashi handed a cup to the Miltank, who took it and promptly filled it to the brim with Moomoo Milk—honestly, witnessing this scene firsthand was slightly eye-watering.
But no big deal, it was acceptable! For those with peculiar tastes, they might even find it... stimulating?
"Here, try it—" Hayashi placed the milk in front of Shigure and said with a smile, "Miltank's milk is incredibly nutritious, completely harmless to humans, and long-term consumption can significantly enhance physical fitness."
"Oh?"
Akisame's eyes gleamed slightly as he stroked his chin, examining the Moomoo Milk on the table. Then, he turned to Shigure and said, "Drink it. It shouldn't do you any harm."
Without a word, Shigure reached out, took the cup of Moomoo Milk, and took a sip. The moment the milk touched her tongue, her previously expressionless eyes widened slightly, and her drinking motion paused for a brief second.
"Delicious, right?" Hayashi seemed to notice Shigure's surprise and winked at her. "Moomoo Milk is super-duper-delicious! If you get the chance, you should try desserts made with it—the taste is unforgettable."
"Gulp, gulp, gulp—"
Shigure downed the milk in a few quick swallows, licked the traces from her lips, and then stared seriously at Hayashi. To Akisame's astonishment, she spoke up, "Then, I'll wait. For the dessert."
Akisame: Sh-she spoke!
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