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Three months passed in a relatively calm period, but as May approached, the heat began to rise again. Corresponding with the rising temperatures, more women dressed in cool attire appeared on the streets, their fair legs, some clad in stockings, catching the attention of many males with an excess of hormones.
"The Tokyo large-scale virus disaster has basically stabilized. Rescue teams from various countries are gradually withdrawing. The current Prime Minister announced that he will resign once the reconstruction work is completed," the news on television continued to report on the Tokyo Incident.
The screen displayed figures in white protective suits busily taking notes or using instruments on the streets. However, other parts of the scene were horrifying, with skeletal corpses scattered everywhere, while personnel in protective gear were seen transporting these bodies.
Unlike Kapa City, which was almost like an isolated island, Tokyo is not only an international metropolis but also the economic and political center of Japan. The sheer population of over ten million is a staggering figure.
In the aftermath of this disaster, the total number of deaths and missing persons in Tokyo, Saitama Prefecture, Chiba Prefecture, and Kanagawa Prefecture exceeded twenty million, with survivors in Tokyo—located at the epicenter of the outbreak—being almost nonexistent.
In the face of such a true 'disaster,' countries still provided humanitarian aid with considerable supplies. Additionally, several nations that sent troops allowed for debts to be repaid in installments after the disaster.
"Well, they ultimately waited until it naturally lost its potency to solve the problem. But given such a massive number, this is indeed the best choice; other countries don't need to risk their lives for Japan," Yang Xiaoyou said as she boredly pressed a switch in her hand while watching the news.
Soon after, an almost inaudible buzzing sound emerged from Charming Shadow, who stood obediently beside her.
"Mm." Accompanied by a light moan, Charming Shadow's body exhibited unnatural tremors.
As she breathed heavily, her maid outfit revealed nearly a third of her snowy chest, trembling enticingly. Beads of fragrant sweat rolled down into her deep cleavage, adding to her allure.
Her legs instinctively tightened together as some mysterious liquid trickled down her fair thighs from beneath her short skirt, soaking her black stockings below.
"Getting more sensitive, huh? I wonder if Shadow of Death can still recognize you," Yang Xiaoyou said with a wicked smile after flicking the switch a few times.
Seemingly stimulated by Yang Xiaoyou's words, Charming Shadow—who had been trying to stand firm—began to shake violently before collapsing onto a nearby sofa. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, occasionally twitching like a delicate flower ready to be picked.
"Well, that's quite ideal; the intervals have noticeably increased recently." Seeing that seemingly irresistible beauty who looked like she could be completely possessed with just a beckon of his finger, Yang Xiaoyou did not take further action but leaned back with one hand supporting her forehead as she gradually regained composure.
For three months now, Yang Xiaoyou felt as if he could hardly find his own inner self. The inner persona that once seemed like a foreign entity had now entered a state of almost complete synchronization and fusion with him, a gradual change that had occurred without his awareness.
Fortunately, the efforts he had put in were not in vain. Aside from moments when he vented towards Charming Shadow, he mostly managed to maintain a sense of normalcy. It was as if he used calmness to suppress the negative emotions that belonged to him. However, when he returned home, he would unleash those negative feelings onto Charming Shadow.
Although some actions and training seemed to have intensified, the intervals between these occurrences had begun to lengthen.
What used to require several attempts now only needed one, and lately, he found that occasionally engaging in some mechanical movements for fun sufficed. Discharging his emotions with a few live rounds was clearly moving in a positive direction.
At the same time, after almost fully absorbing the negative emotions of his inner persona, there were benefits as well. The integration of Memory Fragments led to significant improvements in both his physical skills and mental aspects, with growth rates even surpassing those of the initial two months during his transformation.
Techniques that previously could only be practiced through constant recollection began to gradually imprint themselves on him. Coupled with regular practice, his combat abilities soared almost linearly.
The most evident change was during sparring sessions with Feng Lin, who was still in her own improvement phase. Their exchanges lasted longer than before; previously, every time it was Feng Lin's turn to counterattack, it would signal the end of their practice. She even had to control her strength to avoid hurting herself.
Now they could genuinely exchange several moves back and forth.
This rapid improvement left Feng Ji, who was accustomed to the scene, somewhat incredulous. He thought he had already adapted to this fellow's abilities, yet Yang Xiaoyou continued to challenge his understanding.
The fusion of personalities, absorption of Memory Fragments, emotional suppression, and skill enhancement were all aspects that complemented each other while simultaneously contradicting one another in their synchronized advancement.
The intervals between fluctuations in personality became longer, yet each fluctuation seemed to intensify as if everything was compressed into one moment.
Even so, this was still an ideal way of handling things. Once Aunt Flo truly became a monthly occurrence for him, it would essentially have little impact—after all, girls manage it just fine; there was no reason he couldn't adapt as well.
Hearing that women tend to be irritable and easily angered during their menstrual period, Yang Xiaoyou simply thought he had only intensified his own feelings a little.
"Go take a shower. The medicine is ready, and you don't need me to apply it for you," he said, relaxing slightly. He lifted Charming Shadow's chin, which was resting on the sofa, and teased her lightly.
Seeing her master seemingly back to normal, Charming Shadow shot him a playful glance before lowering her head to suck on the finger that had been teasing her chin.
This action made Yang Xiaoyou's heart flutter slightly. However, after having adjusted his emotions earlier, he wasn't prepared to do anything further. Releasing negative emotions was a personal need, but if he returned to normal and didn’t pay attention to moderation, it could lead to undesirable consequences.
"Alright, stop being greedy. I have something to do outside. Don't attract anyone's attention; we almost got discovered last time," he said, withdrawing his finger and tracing it across her smooth chest before waving goodbye and heading out.
As the end of the second academic year approached, the school required students to start submitting their application forms. Although there would be multiple guided revisions along the way, Yang Xiaoyou felt it would be better to discuss things with Qi Menglu and Feng Lin.
His days at home could indeed feel somewhat dark, but no matter how casual a person might be, everyone has their own sanctuary.
Lying on the sofa and watching Yang Xiaoyou change his shoes at the entrance, Charming Shadow spoke in a lazy voice, "Safe travels, Master."
Initially indifferent and numb towards this somewhat peculiar master, Charming Shadow had come to accept that whoever held power dictated the rules. It was just that her new master's preferences were rather strange; instead of utilizing her for greater purposes in battle, he kept her by his side for this special service, nearly wasting her combat abilities.
After serving him closely for some time, Charming Shadow had gained some understanding of her master's oddities. Sometimes he would suddenly become impatient and cruel, completely disregarding her feelings. Yet after those moments passed, he would revert back to being the friendly neighborhood boy next door.
As she began to slowly adapt to her current life, she also felt a thrill at the idea of tempting her master away from his neighborly boy persona into something darker. Although she had occasionally succeeded in this endeavor, more often than not it ended up like it was now.
In May, the Monsoon Shrine once again radiated its natural green scenery.
As soon as "Yi He" pushed open the door to the Monsoon Shrine training dojo, Qi Menglu's lively figure appeared, accompanied by a playful shout as she struck Yang Xiaoyou on the head with a wooden sword.
Seeing that she had hit her target, a triumphant expression spread across her face as she smugly said, "How about that? I've made great progress, right?"
As she spun around in place, her twin ponytails bounced cheerfully, adding to her cuteness. Standing with one hand on her hip and the sword in the other gave her an air of arrogance, but it was endearing rather than off-putting; it simply conveyed her playful spirit.
Just as Yang Xiaoyou was about to speak, another similar attack came from the side. Feng Lin, imitating Qi Menglu, picked up a wooden sword and tapped it on Yang Xiaoyou's head. After the first tap, she seemed to want more and began a rapid series of taps, like someone striking a wooden fish.
It seemed she was quite interested in the idea of knocking sense into someone.
"Alright, alright! Come over here to fill out your applications. Have you two decided on which school in the capital you prefer? Once you settle on that, I can work towards your goals," Yang Xiaoyou said with a smile, stopping Feng Lin's tapping.
Every time he came here, his mood lightened considerably; all the worries he usually carried seemed to fade away naturally, and he didn't want to think about anything at all.
However, upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, Qi Menglu appeared somewhat dejected. Her once lively ponytails seemed to droop slightly in response to her mood. "Feng Lin's grandfather is getting old; she doesn't want to go too far away," she said.
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