Retsu hummed a soft, melodic tune as she gave the guest suite one final, obsessive inspection.
She had arranged the futon to the exact millimeter of Seijirou's preference, adjusted the ambient temperature, and even ensured the scent of the room matched the specific laundry detergent she used back at his house.
To her, this wasn't just a room; it was a sanctuary she had constructed for her "property."
Satisfied, she stepped out into the dimly lit, polished wood hallway, her mind already transitioning to the nutritional requirements of Seijirou's dinner.
"To learn ki... Seijirou needed as much energy as he can, or else he wouldn't be able to handle the intense training..."
She should and get use those spiritual herbs her grandfather had planted.
Spiritual Herbs, as the name suggests, herbs that has long surpassed the category of ordinary herbs.
They have neen bathed with Nature Ki, the Ki of the Planet, and obtained nigh-magical properties.
