After The Fight And Suddenly Meeting a Wonderful Woman

Opening my eyes, the first thing I felt...was pain.

I could feel my bones re-connecting to each other and that in and of itself was very painful. People tend to think that growth and healing is painless, but the truth is - it's not painless.

But feeling my body in shambles, two words rang throughout my head.

I lost.

I lose and here I was, healing without a care in the world. I needed to get up and go back to defend mom and Shouko-neesan...but a part of me said that wouldn't me necessary. Normally, I ignore such a feeling but my instincts were rarely ever wrong - a perk of having the Hanma bloodline, I guess - and right now, the feeling was so strong and sure, that I could actually place some faith in it.

But the feelings associated with loss; dejection, humiliation, annoyance, frustration...they were all still inside of me. So many years spent training in so many inhuman ways...and yet I only got him to 70%? I know it's something I should be proud of, making the Ogre try even a little bit is something to be proud of!

...So why do I feel so dejected? So useless?

And yet why is there a fire still burning and raging inside of me? Fueling me with motivation to grow stronger? To get stronger and then see how far I can push him next time? Dejection, frustration, humiliation - all of it was just fuel for this fire that burned inside of me!

Maybe I am just a battle junkie? Or a martial arts fanatic? I blame my masters, honestly. Or my bloodline.

I wasn't this mental in my last life...that's for sure.

Anyway, ignoring such motivation in my body while I was still injured, I began sitting up, ignoring the pain flaring through my entire body as I moved, and looked around where I was. A plain room. A bed, a desk, a book-filled bookcase, and a wardrobe. Most of it was white in color, apart from the floor which were beige brown tatami mats.

Still in Japan, then.

Suddenly, the door to this room creaked open and showed a young girl with black hair and dark blue eyes. She seemed a year or so younger than me, so she was around 13 or 12-years-old. Her black hair was tied on one side down to her upper back and left hanging over the front of her chest and long fringe in the front of her face. She was currently wearing the clothes I associated most with Jujutsu, a normal training gi.

She looked at me with near indifferent eyes, yet I could see the worry deep in her eyes. Even after so many years, she still seemed to care about the older boy who gave her chocolate, huh?

Chikage Kushinada. The emotionless little girl I gave chocolate bars all those years ago before I went and met Mr Unchained.

She'd grown in height and her body was fully in the throes of puberty right now, developing, no doubt, into a beautiful woman. Unlucky for her that she was in puberty. Even if I was in the same problem. Moral of the story? Puberty's a bitch.

Looking toward me, she saw me sitting up and her eyes widened. She quickly rushed over to me, and using some weird skill, she suppressed my body back into the bed I was lying on, without aggravating my injuries at all. But seeing her movements, it all clicked. The Kushinada-style Jujutsu relied 100% on skill and 0% on power, so it made sense that when using those skills in the right way, she could suppress me without hurting me.

If I weren't so injured, however, that wouldn't have worked on me. There's a limit to the amount of power it can suppress, and my full-power is much above what little Chikage over here can suppress.

But alas, I was injured and unable to fight back, so I just lay there, and Chikage reached into her gi before pulling out a candy bar, "For Yukiro-niisama..." she pushed the bar toward my face and using my less injured arm (my left one) I took the bar before ripping the wrapping off with my teeth and devouring the bar.

I was quite hungry. When I finished the bar, however, I saw another bar being handed to me from Chikage, "Thanks..." I said, wondering where she was storing these chocolates but I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I took the bar and ate it.

...Only for another one to put in front of me...Are they trying to fatten me up or something? Because it'll take more than a few measly chocolate bars to do that!

And so, I kept eating, and Chikage kept providing more candy bars from somewhere.

All until a cold voice spoke through the door that Chikage had come through, "Chikage, what did I say about storing chocolate in your gi? And what did I say about eating chocolate in general? It's bad for you!" she sternly said, though there was a hint of gentleness in there, before she muttered, "If only I could catch who made you think chocolate was okay to eat..." a slight killing intent flared up and I looked to the right, motioning with my eyes for Chikage to not say it was me, under any circumstances before I turned left to greet the person who'd entered.

But when I saw the person there, my brain frazzled slightly and stopped working. It was like the very action of looking at this person was gonna knock me out.

She was quite tall for a woman, around 180cm tall or 5'11". She wasn't lanky, either. She had curves to fully support her height, with her hips curving outward and being shown through the open sides of her red hakama. Her thighs were thick and a milky white color, looking both firm and soft, athletic and gentle.

The top of her body was covered by a white kimono, but the front of it was nearly completely open and showed off her magnificent cleavage. Her breasts...were massive. Probably the biggest I'd ever seen, and yet they were still firm and elastic-looking, and weren't saggy at all. Gravity-defying is one way I'd describe them. The other being perfect.

Her long black hair cascaded down her back to around waist-level, and framed her beautiful pale face perfectly. Her lips were a soft red, and were full and plump, while her face was soft, it had definite sharp lines which only added to her beauty and gave off the image of a beautiful warrior.

The only downside to her beauty was how indifferent and ice cold she looked. But she also looked melancholic and sad for some reason. All of this gave her a slightly gloomy air but put together with her looks...it simply only made her look more beautiful.

Looking at her...was weird. My heart felt weird. My breathing picked up slightly, and I felt my face go hot. It was like I wasn't looking at a woman but rather a goddess.

My body, full of hormones and in the midst of puberty, was confused by her presence. As embarrassing as it is, I had to control my blood flow otherwise I'd have popped a very noticeable erection. But whenever I looked at her, my control continued slipping. And you know what I found most attractive about her? Her power. The way it just casually rolled off of her. The way her Ki filled the room and pressured everyone within it. The way she moved showed grace and confidence, yet also impeccable skill. Not a wasted movement, nor any excessive energy was used.

My Hanma Bloodline seemed to boil with need as I looked at this woman.

Mikumo Kushinada.

Said woman turned her head to look at me with indifference, and she smiled, yet it didn't reach her eyes. Though there did seem to be some pride in her voice, "Are you done staring yet, boy?" she asked with a slightly teasing yet majorly haughty voice.

Hearing her, my body moved before I could think and I was standing up and walking toward her.

Chikage tried to stop me and pull me back to the bed, but I pushed through the pain and resisted. Mikumo just watched, amusement in her eyes and curiosity at what I was doing.

When I got in front of Mikumo, I released what I was feeling; romantic feelings or lust. Yet I knew what to do, and so did my body. I dropped to a knee and looked up at her, "Will you marry me?!" I yelled, my eyes serious and filled with determination.

"Eh?"

"Eh?"

Was the only reaction I got from the mother-daughter pair. Mikumo's eyes were filled with confusion and also disbelieve.

. . .

It had been a week since I woke up in the Kushinada household. It turns out it's only a few mountains away from Ogata's log cabin/training mountain.

Right now, I was sat in the living room of the the house, looking at a TV. I went out and 'brought' one from a nearby shop, alongside a DVD player, and I was currently watching the original trilogy of Star Wars. I was also chowing down on some premium ice cream that I had definitely brought and hadn't stolen.

"Mhmm," I ate another scoop. Definitely hadn't stolen this, I deserve it too much.

Anyway, I was still covered in bandages but all the major damage had been healed. The only reason I kept them on is because Chikage wants me to, and if I take them off, she re-does them in my sleep. A little creepy but she means well.

I heard the door slide behind me and Chikage toddled into the room, unsteady and yawning after just waking up. She was in some pink pajamas with little pictures of chocolate bars on it.

...It was a weird design, yet it suited this little chocolate bar glutton.

Despite being 13, she's still very much like a child at times, as shown with how she plopped herself down on my lap and fell back to sleep. Even then she's an absolute genius. Even with my adapted brain, I have a bit of trouble keeping up with her at times. My brain is adapted for battle, after all, not shogi. Though I'll probably get there with enough practice and time to adapt.

Moving her about so she could be comfortable, I got myself comfortable as well, before continuing to eat my ice cream.

While eating I thought about what I did last week; the proposal. Sadly, Mikumo rejected me, but I wouldn't give up. As the days went by, the feelings only got stronger. It was partly because of her strength, but her beauty and unique personality also contributed. She was a brilliant woman, through and through.

Did I forget to mention her overwhelming beauty?

I wasn't a newbie or a virgin when it came to women. I'd had my fair share. But what I was feeling now was completely different and much more intense.

It was weird, I know. Even weirder to propose to someone you just met. I have some self-awareness, after all. But if I wasn't aggressive and if I didn't actively try and get with her...what would I do if she looked to someone else and I lost my chance? I'm not some kind of little chicken-shit who'll let such things as embarrassment get in the way of getting with a woman I want to get with!

I'll just turn up my shamelessness and deal with whatever comes.

All I know...is that I want to be with Mikumo. Even if it's my Hanma bloodline making me want her, it's still genuine and doesn't lose out to a more normal love, I guess. If anything, it's more pure, and intense.

"Morning," Mikumo spoke from behind me before clicking her tongue at what I was eating, "Didn't I say for you to stick to a certain diet? Ice cream wasn't on that diet," she said in a stern voice, looking at me with slight annoyance and something else that I could really decipher in her eyes. But I just smiled in reply before speaking.

"Don't worry, Miku, I'll make sure to stick to the diet. But ice cream and that super-protein are gonna be added to it, whether you like it or not," my smile was bright, and gentle, and Mikumo obviously didn't know how to handle such a smile, so she decided to lash out a little.

"Stop calling me 'Miku'. It's sensei, or I won't teach you," she spoke in a cold voice, yet it lacked any real annoyance behind it. If I was hearing things right, she even sounded slightly...happy? "And you, Chikage, get up and get dressed. We have training to do. All of us," she said the last bit while looking at me with a slightly sharp gaze.

But, again, I just smiled, "Okay, Miku-sensei~" I playfully teased before eating one last scoop before lifting Chikage off of me and going to get changed.

Mikumo's eye twitched and she went to say something but stopped herself, huffing, before walking off in a graceful manner. Yet I couldn't shake off the impression that she was storming off in a grumpy manner.

What a mature tsundere~