Yongye felt a twinge of regret, but he rose from the sofa anyway. He reached into System Space with his right hand and pulled an old-fashioned sword sheath out of thin air.
The sheath was dark red, wrapped in slightly worn white cloth. It felt heavy in his hand and carried a vicious aura from another world.
He did not draw the blade. He merely ran a fingertip over the sheath. Clear Sword Heart told him this blade was made for killing, the exact opposite of Tenseiga.
"Wind Scar, Backlash Wave..."
Yongye recalled his childhood, slung Tessaiga over his shoulder, and nodded in satisfaction.
Tessaiga might not be able to cut down the strongest enemies, but for showing off, nothing could beat it!
With all three rewards accounted for, he settled back onto the sofa in high spirits.
Kaioken, Saiyan Bloodline, Tessaiga.
One gave him explosive power, one offered limitless growth, and one was perfect for showing off.
The gains from this battle were far greater than he had expected.
Just then, the bathroom door opened.
Steam carrying the faint scent of body wash spilled through the doorway, forming a thin haze beneath the living room lights.
A white towel hung loosely around her body, its hem barely reaching the tops of her thighs. Her wet red hair clung to her shoulders, water dripping from the ends.
Natasha Romanoff walked out barefoot.
She moved naturally, as though she had just finished an ordinary shower, her face wearing just the right degree of relaxation and languor.
Yongye's gaze settled on her dripping figure and paused.
Water slid from the ends of her hair and down her collarbone, glinting beneath the lights.
The white towel was wrapped so loosely it looked ready to fall off at any moment and give him a