Chapter 17. Devil's Game: The Chains of Freedom

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Kiyohime stood at the edge of the backyard, her golden eyes fixed on her Danna-sama. Satria was doing push-ups with remarkable precision, his body glistening lightly from the morning training session. What caught her attention, however, was not just his effort but the fact he was balancing his entire weight on a single finger.

With each motion, his muscles flexed and rippled under his skin, already showing signs of improvement from his rigorous training. Though he often grumbled about his body's lack of strength compared to his original body, Kiyohime couldn’t help but marvel at his determination.

"196... 197... 198..." he muttered between breaths, his voice steady despite the strain.

Kiyohime felt her cheeks grow warm as she continued to watch him, her gaze drawn to the way his muscles moved like a well-tuned machine. "He’s so charming... my Danna-sama is incredible," she thought, placing a hand on her flushed cheek.

Unable to contain herself any longer, she stepped closer, holding a tray with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. "Danna-sama, here’s some juice. Please take a break."

Satria paused mid-push-up, balancing effortlessly as he looked up at her with a warm smile. "Thanks, dear," he said before flipping to his feet in one smooth motion.

Kiyohime’s blush deepened as he approached. Even with the sweat on his brow, he carried an air of confidence that made her heart race. She handed him the glass, careful not to let her fingers linger, though she secretly wanted to.

"You’re staring," Satria teased, taking a long sip.

"Am I not allowed to admire my husband?" Kiyohime shot back, pouting slightly, though her cheeks remained flushed.

"You’re not just admiring. You’re mesmerized," he replied with a grin, flexing his arm playfully.

Her blush turned crimson. "Baka Danna-sama! Stop teasing me!" she huffed, turning away to hide her face.

Satria chuckled, setting the glass down and pulling her into a gentle hug from behind. "I can’t help it. You’re too cute when you blush."

Kiyohime’s heart fluttered as she leaned into his embrace. "Danna-sama, you always know how to make me feel special."

[Fatalis: Not bad, brother. Some improvement in your stamina]

Satria smirked weakly. ‘You think so? That’s good to hear.’

Thanks to the seals Kiyohime had placed around the mansion, the supernatural could no longer easily detect them. Even so, Satria knew the importance of remaining vigilant. He sat up, determination lighting his eyes.

‘If I could evolve Fatalis with the Survive Card, that’d be even better but... How?'

Power was everything in this world. Without it, he couldn’t protect his newfound family from those who sought to harm them.

“You’re thinking too much again, dear,” Kiyohime observed, tilting her head slightly.

“Yeah,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I was thinking about how to get stronger.”

“Just don’t push yourself too hard.” Her concern was evident in her voice, but there was also pride—she admired his resolve.

“Kiyohime, do you have experience with weapons?” he asked suddenly.

“I do. Why?”

“Want to spar?”

Her lips curled into a playful smile. “Sure, but you’ll have to take me out into the city afterward. Deal?” She summoned her naginata with an effortless flourish.

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