"No wonder I always wanted to lie flat... it turned out this was in my nature..."
Watching himself in the memories tracing his origins, Lin Feng looked utterly exasperated.
The scene shifted. In the courtyard of a Western-style house beneath a clear sky, the boy swinging a baseball bat had grown considerably taller.
His grayish-brown hair was tousled in the breeze, and his starry eyes held confidence and composure.
"9,999, 10,000! Phew... training complete!"
"Mommy Kafka, I did pretty well today, didn't I...?"
Resting the baseball bat on his shoulder, the handsome boy named Lin Feng wore a faint smile.
"Barely passable..."
"Simple basic training won't do much to improve your combat strength anymore..."
"Next, I'll be your opponent..."
Stretching her long, shapely legs encased in stockings, Kafka rose to her feet, her posture straight and her curves graceful.
Beneath her elegant black short cape and fitted white shirt, the contours of her snowy breasts were full and enticing.
A cold gleam flashed in her beautiful burgundy eyes. With a sweep of her right hand, a burgundy blade appeared in her palm.
Under the sunlight shining from the clear sky, the cold light on its edge glittered.
"Lin Feng, get ready. Here I come!"
"Okay, Mommy Kafka..."
Gripping his baseball bat with both hands, the boy fixed his blazing gaze on the target ahead.
Clang, clang, clang!
Dazzling sparks flew as the blade and baseball bat clashed rapidly.
Thud...
With a dull impact, all that remained in the memory's field of vision were Kafka's long, shapely, stocking-clad legs.
Lin Feng was sent flying by a kick, smashing through the garden fence and tumbling all the way into the street.
"How useless... you couldn't even withstand three moves from me..."
"Your Aunt Silver Wolf had quite a few expectations of you,