The morning sun bathed Sōkyoku Hill in light, but deep underground, the training ground—untouched by the sun—was as bright as day.
Scattered across the floor were piles of disordered clothing, as if remnants of a chaotic battlefield. Among them was the black, form-fitting nightwear Suì-Fēng had worn earlier—the standard Onmitsukidō combat uniform, akin to a ninja's attire. Nearby lay Yoruichi Shihōin's usual open-back outfit, along with other uniforms inspired by various professions from the World of the Living, some even featuring animal motifs.
These garments were tangled together, forming a bizarre scene.
In the open space of the training ground, a young girl lay motionless, like a flower in deep slumber.
Her jet-black hair cascaded silkily around her ears, and the slight furrow of her brows hinted at exhaustion and unease.
Yesterday's training had been a grueling ordeal for her.
She had given her all to adapt to this new role, but her body struggled to keep up with the intensity of the regimen.
Masatsuki Aozaki stood silently nearby, his gaze resting on the sleeping girl.
Shaking his head slightly, he sighed inwardly.
"She's still too weak... her physical endurance needs a lot of work."
The entire day had been spent on intensive close-quarters protection training.
Every move had to be executed with precision, every moment requiring absolute focus.
And yet, the young girl had shown remarkable determination.
Even when her body was pushed past its limits, she had gritted her teeth and persisted.
Throughout the training, Masatsuki Aozaki held himself to the highest standard, showing no mercy to Suì-Fēng.
Whenever she reached the brink of collapse, he would allow her a brief rest.
But each time, it was only after she tearfully begged him for it.
Her desperate pleas and tears stirred something in him, but he knew that only through relentless training could she become a truly capable bodyguard.
And so, he remained the cold, unyielding instructor.
Pushing her to grow stronger, faster.
Masatsuki Aozaki sighed again. Her athletic ability still had a long way to go.
He recalled the aerobic training sessions he led for Yoruichi Shihōin's group of older girls—so engaging they made time slip away.
Those girls, always trying to overwhelm him with sheer numbers, would challenge him again and again, oblivious to their own shortcomings.
Of course, they lost every time.
The memory made him chuckle.
They were still far too weak!
"Suì-Fēng, it's time to get up."
Masatsuki Aozaki gently patted Suì-Fēng's shoulder, trying to wake the sleeping girl.
Suì-Fēng slowly opened her eyes, still groggy, and mumbled,
"No... no more... I don't want to train anymore. Please, both of you, just let me rest..."
As she spoke, she weakly tried to push Masatsuki away.
Whether it was the exhaustion from yesterday's training or sheer fatigue, her arms had no strength at all. No matter how much she pushed, Masatsuki didn't feel a thing.
Seeing Suì-Fēng curled up in his arms, her drowsy, delicate expression tinged with laziness and innocence, Masatsuki couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy.
He gently ran his fingers through her hair and spoke softly,
"Alright, we'll stop training for now."
With that, he lifted her up and carried her away.
As the 4th Seat of the 2nd Division, Suì-Fēng's Hakuda skills were already impressive.
But this was the first time she had ever refused training due to sheer exhaustion.
"Aren't you going to have breakfast? Maybe some milk?"
Masatsuki chuckled helplessly. Faced with this exhausted but undeniably adorable girl, he couldn't bring himself to be angry.
After all, yesterday's training had been especially brutal for a "new recruit."
"Ugh..."
At first, Suì-Fēng didn't think much of his words, but the moment he mentioned milk, a wave of nausea hit her.
Clearly, she had overindulged the day before and had no appetite for breakfast.
"How terrifying." f .r e\ewebnov(e)(l).c om
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