After解除 his Will Manifestation state, Fuyuki returned to his body at the Hot Spring Resort. The two Sasuke and Naruto had been lying in the plastic pools had gotten up and were looking at each other in confusion, as if asking, "Did anything change for you? Why do I feel like nothing happened?"
Exhausted, Fuyuki yawned, rested his cheek in one hand, and said lazily, "You can stop looking. The Yin-Yang Chakra Medicinal Bath won't make you fly. It just improves your bodies and gives you a mild, opposing-force stimulation. If you want to get stronger, you'll have to fight!"
"No, no, don't look at me. I don't have time to play house with you."
"Master, shall I serve you and the other young masters visiting the Hot Spring Resort?"
Moryo's face stiffened as she stepped forward, her actions contradicting her words as she spoke softly, her expression full of sorrowful self-pity.
After lessons from the Hyuga Clan's etiquette tutor, Moryo had picked up a trace of a lady's refinement. She could play the part of a rich heiress without anyone suspecting that she was really a foul-mouthed, hot-tempered Black Dragon.
She was becoming more and more like the Shrine Maiden, her light-side counterpart. Moryo never would have imagined that she, a dignified Otherworld Demon King, would one day end up working to pay off a debt. She was a monster born from a Demon King Seed—why had she fallen so low as to work at a Hot Spring Resort?
Short on money? Why not conquer a country?
Why would a Demon King need to work?
If you need money, just say so. I'll bring it to you tomorrow!
"That's it?"
Sasuke looked doubtful. He seriously suspected that if he kicked the young woman in the noble kimono, he'd snap her slender waist. With her delicate limbs and snow-white skin, it was obvious she was a noble young lady who'd never lifted a finger to do a day's work.
"Big sis, you look..." Naruto walked right up to the kneeling Moryo, completely off guard.
The next second, Moryo grabbed Naruto by the top of his head and lifted him up. She looked ready to open a bottle of Naruto juice and quench the rage she'd held in for so long. But when she saw Fuyuki sitting nearby, she stopped herself, sensibly.
Life as a Demon King was hard enough. It wasn't worth making things awkward just for a moment of satisfaction.
"You two adorable little brothers, I'll teach you all sorts of things and help you grow quickly into strong, dependable men!"
Moryo put on a stiff smile and ground out words that went against her wishes.
Holding Naruto by the top of his head with one hand and pinching Sasuke's cheek with the other, Moryo dragged them both away.
They weren't Fuyuki. They didn't have the strength to make her submit. Sasuke and Naruto were just her punching bags!
"I should... Eh, never mind. The whole Uchiha clan's Sharingan has already been donated." Fuyuki made a quip, then sank into the sofa formed by the Yang-Attribute Lesser Spirit and settled in for a nap.
Sasuke had already awakened his Sharingan. When he'd challenged Fuyuki after being discharged from the hospital, he'd subconsciously activated his Single Tomoe Sharingan. He couldn't tell how strong Moryo was? Why not use his Sharingan to examine her chakra?
Your Sharingan can see chakra, too!
Couldn't you tell how strong your enemy was with one look? Why'd you ask me whether that was it? You might as well donate those eyes!
Fuyuki drifted off to sleep. Lately, he couldn't tell whether it was the season making him drowsy or whether the Lesser Yang-Attribute Spirit was simply too comfortable, but he'd been feeling tired all the time.
Fuyuki didn't want to do anything at all. He just wanted to get a good night's sleep.
Unfortunately, he had too much to do. Gathering chakra was only one part of it. He also needed to turn that chakra into real combat strength instead of just stockpiling it.
Chakra didn't have a gender. It couldn't reproduce and make more chakra.
"Let Sister Moryo give you two a good, thorough beating!"
Once they were out of Fuyuki's sight, Moryo immediately revealed her true colors. With a sinister grin, she tossed Sasuke and Naruto into the Fighting Club inside the Hot Spring Hotel. The arena had been built for nobles who enjoyed watching ninja battles, giving them a place to spend their money to their hearts' content.
Sasuke and Naruto looked tense. The seemingly frail girl had dragged them all this way, and even they weren't foolish enough to think that Moryo was ordinary. But with their heads full of nothing, they couldn't figure out what made her so unusual.
They regretted not having studied more. That regret would haunt them forever!
Moryo leaped into the arena, leaned forward, and charged at Sasuke and Naruto. She spread her arms and slammed into them, sending them tumbling through the air before they crashed to the ground in a miserable heap. They could hardly believe that the delicate, seemingly frail girl had such terrifying taijutsu.
But Moryo had no intention of stopping. Her Summoner's orders were to train the two of them and make them stronger!
So Moryo proceeded to show them what a Dragon Charge looked like, sending the supposedly delicate girl's two victims flying through all sorts of spectacular somersaults.
Before long, a crowd of round, green spirits had gathered outside the arena, discussing how they ought to treat the two unfortunate customers afterward.
There were all sorts of spirits in the Hot Spring Hotel. Fuyuki had summoned them to help clean the place. The regular staff were still being trained and couldn't work yet.
"Damn it, I can't even fight back..."
Leaning against the wall at the edge of the arena as a Yang-Style Spirit treated him, Sasuke looked furious.
He could just barely accept that Fuyuki, who was his age, was stronger than he was. After all, they were both heirs to prestigious bloodline clans, and the resources available to them were beyond anything an ordinary civilian could imagine!
But why was this Moryo girl, an ordinary civilian, so much stronger than him? She was so fast that he couldn't even see her. All he could do was silently endure her gentle beating!
Moryo had only used her speed to knock them around. She hadn't hit them hard, since this was just training!
Still, Sasuke's pride couldn't take it!
Naruto didn't think about it as much as Sasuke. He lay on the ground, carefree, while the spirits treated him.
He didn't have some deep-seated grudge to avenge. The villagers had only ever shunned him.
Besides, since he'd enrolled at the Ninja Academy, he'd mostly been around the children of ninja. They knew the truth about Naruto, but they hadn't shown him much hostility. They only seemed a little put off by him. He'd still made plenty of friends.
Sakura, Fuyuki, Hinata, Ino, and Kiba—Naruto was already pretty satisfied with the friends he had. He had no particular drive to become stronger.
He'd only come for special training to keep Sasuke company.
"No. It's not that I'm too strong. It's that you're too weak." Moryo giggled behind her hand, then stiffened and quietly lowered it. "Humans really love shifting the blame. When they lose, they say it's not because they're weak, but because their enemy is too strong..."
"You're making excuses to comfort yourself. Then, because you feel so justified, you'll accept my beatings as a matter of course. In the end, you'll grow lazy!"
Moryo was a shrewd judge of character. She'd killed more people than Sasuke had ever met, and she knew human nature's weaknesses all too well.
One look at Sasuke's expression told her what he was thinking, so she immediately mocked him.
She wasn't doing it to teach Sasuke a lesson. Moryo was just indulging her own twisted sense of fun!
She loved seeing people break down!
"Th..." Sasuke's expression changed dramatically. He wanted to argue, but he couldn't get the words out.
"What are you saying? Why are you making it so complicated?"
Seeing how badly Sasuke was getting picked on, Naruto immediately stepped in front of him and shouted, "It's just a fight, right? Let's go!"
The golden-haired fox issued a challenge. The black-haired fox gave him a meaningful smile and was about to speak.
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