The Fukaros Familia, starting from DanMachi.

Chapter 96 Morning Exercise

For Ais, this was probably just a simple expression of gratitude.

She simply followed Riveria's advice and chose a method that she thought would make Fenyu happy.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lefia was already showing signs of frustration.

She glanced at Fenyu, who was enjoying himself with an open expression, and then at Ais, who was expressionless. Her small hands clenched into fists, and her gaze toward Fenyu was filled with undisguised envy, jealousy, and hatred.

However, before Fenyu could enjoy this heavenly treatment for even a few more seconds, the unbearable Lefia finally exploded.

"Get up!"

She rushed forward, grabbed Fenyu's arms with both hands, and with all her might, forcibly pulled him off Ais's legs.

Ais tilted her head in confusion, looking at the unusually agitated Lefia, her golden eyes filled with bewilderment.

Fen Yu, whose wonderful experience was abruptly interrupted, began to think at lightning speed.

In order to continue enjoying Ais's lap pillow, a brilliant idea instantly formed in his mind.

He cleared his throat and said to Ais in a serious tone, "Ais, you're right, this is a thank-you gift, but Lefia also contributed to that 'Adventure Album,' so the thanks shouldn't just be directed at me alone; Lefia should be included as well. This lap pillow should also be given to Lefia."

Burning Feather's method can be said to have hit the bullseye, accurately grasping Lefia's weakness.

"Huh?" Rafia was stunned.

Her mind went into a brief state of confusion.

Although she desperately didn't want to see Ais as a lap pillow for Fenyu, she herself wanted Miss Ais's lap pillow too—she wanted it so badly!

Just imagining Miss Ais giving her a lap pillow made Lefia feel so happy she almost fainted.

Ultimately, intense desire overcame the girl's reason and restraint.

Ais looked at Fenyu, then at Lefia, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were darting around, and became even more confused.

"Rivieria said that doing this would make boys happy, but Rafia is a girl, would she like it too?"

"Yes, of course!"

Before Fen Yu could speak, Leifia rushed to answer, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it and quickly covered her mouth. Her pretty face turned as red as a ripe apple, and she could only desperately wink at Fen Yu.

Fen Yu suppressed a laugh, nodded to Ais, and said confidently, "No problem. Both boys and girls like lap pillows."

Thus, a wondrous sight appeared on the city wall.

Ais remained kneeling there, with Fenyu and Lefia's heads resting on her thighs on either side.

Lefia got her wish and received Ais's lap pillow. Feeling the softness and warmth she had been dreaming of, she was so happy that she almost melted.

Of course, the only thing that bothered her was that there was an annoying guy next to her vying for this most wonderful territory in the world.

The morning sunlight gilded the towering walls of Orario with a warm golden edge.

On this open and tranquil wall, two figures were exchanging blows at an astonishing speed, their fists and feet clashing, creating gusts of wind that whistled through the air.

This is a morning sparring session between Fenyu and Tifa.

Fen Yu's attacks were wide and sweeping. Although his strongest skill was swordsmanship, he was also somewhat proficient in hand-to-hand combat.

More importantly, as a Level 2, his base stats are far superior to Tifa's, who is still at Level 1, giving him an absolute advantage in strength and speed.

Every punch and every kick carried the power to tear through the air, aiming straight for Tifa's vitals.

However, Tifa showed no signs of defeat in the face of such a fierce offensive.

Her body seemed boneless, displaying astonishing flexibility.

Faced with Fen Yu's powerful straight punch, she could always dodge it with minimal movement, her arm coiling around his arm like a nimble snake, twisting and pulling to dissipate most of the force that was enough to split rocks.

Her fighting style is less a fierce and brutal combat style and more a graceful dance of fighting.

Every dodge, every counterattack, is full of rhythm.

Palms, fists, elbows, knees—every part of her body is a weapon, launching attacks from all sorts of incredible angles, forcing Fen Yu to concentrate fully on dealing with them.

From the very beginning of the battle, Fenyu held absolute initiative.

But Tifa was not to be outdone. Amidst the storm of attacks, she was like a resilient rock, using her exquisite fighting skills to fight Fenyu to a standstill.

A hint of surprise flashed in Fen Yu's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger fighting spirit.

Tifa's fighting style was something he had never encountered before, but her extraordinary reflexes and terrifying learning ability allowed him to quickly adapt to this rhythm.

From initially reacting passively to gradually being able to predict Tifa's movements, it only took Fenyu a few minutes.

He began to observe her every subtle muscle movement, predict the direction of her next attack, and prepare a counterattack in advance.

The pace of the battle quickened, and the sounds of collisions in the air became increasingly frequent.

Finally, in a fierce exchange of attacks, Fenyu seized a fleeting opening.

His feinting side kick forced Tifa to parry, but this left an opening in the center of the goal.

Without hesitation, Fen Yu pulled back his leg, twisted his waist, and delivered a punch, all in one smooth motion.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

A heavy straight punch landed precisely on Tifa's abdomen.

The violent impact caused her to bend over instantly, a look of pain appearing on her beautiful face.

She clutched her stomach, raised her head, and looked at Fen Yu with a gaze full of resentment.

This guy becomes completely ruthless once he enters battle mode.

Aside from deliberately avoiding her face, he dared to brutally beat her anywhere else on her body.

She subconsciously glanced down at her firm breasts, feeling a faint pain there as if from the blocking and collision earlier.

An indescribable sense of shame welled up from the bottom of her heart, making her gaze towards Fen Yu even more resentful.

With that decisive punch landing, Fen Yu instantly snapped out of his highly focused battle state.

Looking at Tifa's pained and resentful expression, his battle-hardened coldness vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of embarrassment.

"Sorry, Tifa—I...I got a little tipsy."

He scratched his head and quickly stepped forward to help her up.

Although he deliberately avoided causing any damage to Tifa's face, once the battle intensified, he showed almost no mercy wherever his fists could reach.

He swore he really didn't mean to take advantage of the situation.

"It's okay."

Tifa slowly straightened up, waved to him, and her face regained its usual gentleness.