Sister Rescue Plan

"Fine, you can use mine for now."

Izayoi Mirai pulled out one of her own shirts. If this were worn by the mature version of Yae Sakura, it would definitely be very alluring. However, this young version of Yae Sakura found it too long even after putting it on, and just thought it was cute.

"Turning the blue one means cold water, and the red one means hot water, understand?"

Izayoi Mirai demonstrated how to use the water heater, handing the shower head to Yae Sakura. Since Yae Sakura couldn't reach the part that held the shower head in place, she had to hold it herself.

"I understand."

Yae Sakura nodded. Her body had shrunk, but her intelligence hadn't.

She stood on tiptoe and turned on the cold water. A strong stream of water shot out with a "whoosh," and Yae Sakura's hand trembled, almost losing her grip. She looked at the water shooting out of the shower head and exclaimed in amazement.

Himeko, standing nearby, also came over. Fifty thousand years had passed since the last generation, and she had no memory of the daily necessities from that time. Her intense hatred also prevented her from recalling those things, so her perspective was the same as Yae Sakura's, her face clearly saying, "This is incredible!"

Yae Sakura turned the showerhead, and the water sprayed directly onto Himeko's face.

The powerful current immediately propelled Himeko against the wall, then she fell down with a "plop" and crashed to the ground.

"it hurts--"

Himeko clutched her head, which ached terribly from both ends. A wave of resentment washed over her. It was bad enough that Izayoi Mirai bullied her, but even her older sister was doing it to her! She was even getting shot against the wall just for looking at something. She burst into tears.

"You're all bad people, you're all bullying me!"

"Hiyomaru, I didn't mean to!"

Yae Sakura dropped the showerhead and ran over to comfort Himeko, but accidentally stepped into a puddle.

As everyone knows, bathroom floors are very slippery, and Yae Sakura wasn't wearing shoes—

puff.

She also fell and hit her chin, breaking a small piece of her tooth, which flew out.

She squatted on the ground, clutching her chin; it hurt so much.

Izayoi Mirai stood to the side, covering her face.

My God, am I taking care of a child?

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"Sir Samurai, Sir Samurai, it's time to get up and eat."

In a daze, a soft, sweet voice sounded. Izayoi Mirai felt something pulling him, and he opened his eyes. Yae Sakura was standing by the bed, shaking his arm.

"Great, Mr. Samurai, you're finally awake."

Yoyo Mirai grabbed her fox ears and gently kneaded them; they felt amazing.

"Well--"

Yae Sakura puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, like an adorable hamster, and tried to push away Izayoi Mirai's hand: "Ears are forbidden!"

"Is that so?" Izayoi Mirai not only didn't stop, but actually increased the intensity of her stroking, gently kneading the downy hairs with her fingertips.

“You didn’t say that last night. I touched your ears from top to bottom, inside and out, and you didn’t object. You even looked like you were enjoying it.”

"Huh?!?!"

Yae Sakura exclaimed in surprise, her face slightly flushed. "My ears just got wet when I was taking a bath. If they weren't so long that I couldn't dry them myself, I wouldn't have let you touch them!"

"If you won't let me touch it now, I won't dry it for you next time, and you'll go to sleep with wet ears."

"Then I'll have my Himeko help me."

"Are you trying to make me laugh to death? She's not even as big as a hairdryer. She'd probably be shoved against the wall the moment you turned it on."

"Why is this happening?" Yae Sakura stopped pushing away Izayoi Mirai's hand; the tips of her ears drooped, and she looked extremely frustrated.

Seeing that Yae Sakura had accepted her fate, Izayoi Mirai was very satisfied. After pinching her fluffy ears enough, he finally let Yae Sakura go.

At this moment, Yae Sakura took off Izayoi Mirai's shirt and put on her own shrine maiden outfit. Izayoi Mirai touched her clothes: "Is it dry yet?"

“Yes.” Yae Sakura’s emotions came and went quickly. She gestured excitedly, “That thing called a washing machine is amazing! The clothes were already dry when I took them out. I hung them out to dry so late, and they were all dry by this morning!”

Izayoi Mirai felt that Yae Sakura was easy to coax. The two walked to the dining table, where Izayoi Mirai was surprised to see three rice balls the size of human heads.

As expected, Yae Sakura's only culinary skill was rice balls.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Theresa is past her prime.

This time, the rice balls are not just plain white rice sprinkled with salt. Thanks to Yoshou Mirai's ample ingredient reserves, they are not only wrapped with seaweed on the outside, but also filled with pork floss and dried plum vegetables. They are soft, fragrant, and taste great.

After finishing her meal, Yushou Mirai checked the time and it was only 6:30. What time did this shrine maiden get up?!

After resting for a while and figuring out that there was nothing else to do, Izayoi Mirai decided to take Yae Sakura out for a morning workout and to familiarize herself with the terrain of St. Freya.

As an academy for training Valkyries, St. Freya has a wide variety of training and combat facilities to meet all kinds of battle needs.

Izayoi Mirai, feeling a bit embarrassed to occupy too much space, led Yae Sakura on a few laps until they reached a quiet, empty area. She then casually pulled a staff from the weapon rack nearby.

"Little Eight, want to practice your skills?"

“Yes, Mr. Samurai.” Yae Sakura drew the Sakura Fubuki sword that had shrunk along with her from her waist, and her expression became serious.

"Yae Sakura, come on!"

She took her short strides and rushed towards Yushou Mirai, her earnest expression making her especially adorable.

Sa!

The wooden stick precisely blocked the blade, and then it was sliced ​​in half.

Yushou Mirai was startled. Several flashes of light from Yae Sakura's swords turned the long staff in his hand into a short staff.

He carefully examined the sword in Yae Sakura's hand. It seemed to have undergone a mutation after being disturbed by Honkai energy and his flames. The blade had turned bright red, and even its sharpness had greatly increased.

Perhaps it should be called the Demon Sword Crimson Cherry Blossom now?

"Hmph, you've lost this round. Change your weapon!"

Yae Sakura brandished her sword, looking smug and self-satisfied.

"It seems I underestimated you."

Izayoi Mirai picked out a sword from the weapon rack, raised an eyebrow at Yae Sakura, and asked, "One more time?"

The weapons clashed once again.

More and more people were doing their morning exercises, and even this secluded corner attracted quite a few people. The sparring between the two attracted the girls, who chattered excitedly about it.

"That's the new future doctor."

"He really looks cool, and his fighting moves are cool too."

"Is that his daughter? She looks so cute, especially her ears, they're so adorable!"

"The doctor from the future looks so young, does he even have a daughter?"

Yae Sakura's long, narrow fox ears twitched as she overheard the girls' discussion around her. She pouted in dissatisfaction. She had only shrunk temporarily; how did she become this guy's daughter?

Her wandering thoughts made Yae Sakura, who was already at a disadvantage, even more clumsy. This was not due to a lack of strength. Izayoi Mirai deliberately controlled her strength, but Yae Sakura's size limited her ability to substitute.

The exquisite skill of Yoru Izayoi's swordsmanship also exceeded her expectations.

Her swordsmanship, inherited from Sasaki Kojiro and the Eight Extremes Weapons, is far superior to the unorthodox techniques that Yae Sakura developed on her own. Not to mention, Yae Sakura's skills were honed in the process of fighting Honkai Beasts. At that time, there were not many assassins, and she lacked experience in fighting humanoid creatures.

It was obvious to everyone that Yae Sakura was bound to lose sooner or later, but the size difference between the two made the audience not care at all; they never treated this as a serious battle from the beginning.

Who would consider beating a child an honor?

Izayoi Mirai knocked Yae Sakura's sword away, then put the somewhat damaged blade back into the weapon rack. Yae Sakura looked a little dejected.

He stroked Yae Sakura's head and then gently touched her fox ears: "There's no need to be upset. I'm a disciple of the swordsman Sasaki Kojiro, so it's normal for you to fail."

Yae Sakura suddenly raised her head, clearly having heard of this swordsman's name: "Is he the legendary Sasaki who cut down the flying swallow?"

"Yes."

Yushou Mirai twitched. The one he knew was the "Flying Swallow," a creature of enormous size, covered in scales, and capable of spitting out light waves!

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you. Of course, I don't know how to use the Swallow Return technique."

Yae Sakura's eyes lit up, and she tugged at Izayoi Mirai's sleeve: "Really? Really? Samurai-san is so kind."

Excited, Yae Sakura didn't even mind Yosuke Mirai stroking her ears.

Youxiao Mirai looked around at the people around her and spotted a familiar face.

"Fu Hua?"

Fu Hua pushed up her red-rimmed glasses and stepped out: "I didn't expect your martial arts skills to be so extraordinary in the future. Your swordsmanship was already quite skillful."

"I'm still no match for Fu Hua," Izayoi Mirai shook her head and said, "Want to have a spar?"

"Right on my mind."

Fu Hua entered the arena, and Yae Sakura obediently stepped aside. She was then surrounded by a group of enthusiastic girls who patted her head, pinched her cheeks, and stroked her ears. Many of them even took out the snacks that were originally meant for Theresa and fed them to Yae Sakura.

Having tasted something so delicious for the first time, Yae Sakura accepted it without hesitation, chewing it like a hamster.

Seeing that Youxiao Mirai hadn't taken a weapon, Fu Hua asked, "Aren't you going to get a knife?"

"No need, I also have some knowledge of boxing techniques."

Izayoi Mirai assumed a starting stance: "Bajiquan, Izayoi Mirai, please enlighten me."

Fu Hua did not attack immediately. Instead, as if she had thought of something, she looked on with a reminiscing expression: "Beyond the Nine Provinces are the Eight Yin, beyond the Eight Yin are the Eight Hong, beyond the Eight Hong are the Eight Extremes. To be named after these, it must be a very powerful and fierce fist technique, right?"

Yushou Mirai was somewhat surprised. "Are you cultured people this capable? You figured out the nature of the martial art just by mentioning a name."

Knowing he was the weakest, he launched the first attack, his right foot suddenly exerting force, instantly closing the distance between them, twisting his waist and hips to concentrate all his strength into one.

A cannon that reaches the sky from the ground!

The force of the punch was like a blade slicing through her face, blowing Fu Hua's short hair and causing her face to sting.

She swiftly reached out and grabbed Yoshiki's fist, pulling it behind her back. With her other hand, she grabbed Yoshiki's elbow, slicing down his arm toward his neck, while simultaneously kicking Yoshiki's knee.

Yoyo Mirai raised her hand to block Fu Hua's hand chop, and raised her leg to repel her kick. It felt like she had kicked a steel plate, and her shinbone was in excruciating pain.

He brought his arms together, a countermeasure he had planned from the beginning, and struck Fu Hua in the chest with his elbow.