Chapter 173: The Language of the Cosmos is to Cherish the Present
"Get ready."
Akiyama Makoto stretched his muscles, preparing to begin his work.
But Ino was at a loss. "What... what should I do?"
"Just lie down."
He pointed to her bed, then turned to get a pen and paper.
Ino lowered her head and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath to mentally prepare herself.
When he returned, she had already taken off her sundress, folded it neatly and placed it at the head of the bed, and was lying stiffly on the bed.
The sunlight shone on her body, her skin dazzlingly white.
Seeing his strange look, she shyly covered her face and pleaded in a low voice, "Don't stare at me..."
"If I don't look, how can I implant the seal?" he teased in reply.
She knew she was in the wrong and could only nod helplessly, giving him her tacit consent.
But his next sentence made her so embarrassed she burrowed under the covers.
"Is it possible that you just needed to lift up your skirt? There's no need to be so... clean."
In reality, with his current sensory ability, he could complete the True Spirit Seal even with his eyes closed and through her clothes. But he couldn't help it; each girl was too proactive, not giving him a chance to speak.
"If you're really shy, you can put your dress back on and then cover yourself from the waist down with the blanket. How about that?"
He offered a solution. She bit her lip. "What did Sakura do that day?"
He found it amusing. "You really don't have to compete with her in everything—"
"No, tell me!"
"She was wearing pajamas. Cartoon ones."
"Pfft!" She couldn't hold back a laugh. "It must have been that cat and dog pajama set, right? I helped her pick that one out."
"So you mean, she did all this in those childish pajamas?"
He nodded. But she seemed to have found her courage. She threw off the covers, lay back down, stretched her waist, and crossed her legs. Although she didn't have the mature mountains of a full-grown woman, she did have a slender figure and skin that countless girls would envy.
"I'm not like her, all shy and hesitant at a time like this. I want to show my best side—did you see my clothes? This is the latest style of lingerie I bought."
She had mustered her courage. He, having had his fill of the view, naturally did not hold back his verbal praise.
"Very pretty."
"It's sexy! Sexy!"
"It's still a long way from sexy," he said, which made her pout. But then his next words made her hum contentedly.
"But I believe that after the Yin Seal is implanted, in less than two years, you will be."
She imagined her future curvy figure and grew a little impatient. She crooked her finger at him. "Darling, let's get started."
"Alright."
He handed the pen and paper to her. To her confusion, he said, "You're different from Sakura. You're familiar with the shapes of various flowers, so you can decide on the pattern yourself."
Her eyes immediately lit up. She hadn't expected to receive such special treatment.
She excitedly pulled him to sit down, then leaned against his side and began to sketch, stroke by stroke.
He quickly saw what kind of flower she was drawing. It was a cosmos. The outer petals were purplish-red, the inner ones white, with a yellow center. And the language of the cosmos was freedom, strength, girlish sentiment, and cherishing the present.
After she finished drawing, she handed the paper to him. She didn't say another word, but the flower had already said it all.
He looked at her with a smile, then, to her surprise, picked her up and laid her flat on the bed, his fingers brushing over her eyes.
"Relax. It'll be over soon."
"Mm."
He still didn't start immediately. Instead, he took her hand and first infused his Yang chakra into her, making her so comfortable she was half-dreaming. Only then did his fingers touch her stomach.
Her cosmos pattern was much more complex than Sakura's cherry blossom, not only because it was larger, but also because it was not a standard flower and had many detailed textures that needed to be created.
But this was no difficulty for the spiritually powerful him. After all, he planned to design the pattern and the True Spirit Seal separately. In other words, the surface pattern was just a decoration; the part that really worked was the flower's center. This would undoubtedly increase his workload, but this was his wife's request. If he couldn't even satisfy her love of beauty, his own growth to this point would be a failure.
As his fingers slid across her stomach, a complex web of curse marks began to spread out in a spiral.
Ino, who had already recovered from the soothing of his Yang chakra, experienced the infusion of his Yin chakra and tightly closed her mouth to prevent herself from accidentally crying out and disturbing him.
Scenes of her and him flashed through her mind, and then she began to imagine the future. For some reason, she thought of the day of her wedding with him. She wondered if, at that time, she would look better in a wedding dress or a traditional white kimono.
Smack!
A light sound made her instinctively sit up and touch her stomach, where he had just patted her.
She looked at him with annoyance, but then suddenly felt different.
A faint heartbeat came from the palm of her hand. She quickly looked down. A beautiful cosmos had appeared there. The flower was about three centimeters in diameter, with a stem extending downwards.
She excitedly jumped off the bed, went to the mirror, and twisted her waist. Then she found that no matter how she moved, the flower did not distort, a testament to his exquisite craftsmanship.
Her eyes shining, she looked at him and rushed over, clinging to him like an octopus.
Their foreheads touched. Her face was red with excitement, but then she realized that this action was a bit too intimate. Just as she was considering how to end it, he said, "Close your eyes and feel it."
She obediently did so, and then he began to infuse Yang chakra into her body.
The same feeling as before appeared. She was already familiar with this "chakra massage," but then she realized that everything was different. The Yang chakra flowed into the True Spirit Seal, and then, from the seal, a stream of life force flowed out. This pure life force was like the best nutrient, making her whole body enter a lazy, relaxed state.
She leaned against him, not even noticing when he carried her to the bed.
When she came to her senses, the sky had already grown dim.
She rubbed her eyes, feeling full of energy, as if she had an endless supply of strength. In contrast, he let out a yawn, looking a little tired.
He was just about to ask her how she felt when her fingers touched his lips.
"You should rest now. Leave the rest to me. I'll go make dinner."
She then rushed out of the room, and the hand he had been about to extend to get her clothes was left hanging in the air.
Helpless, he could only pick up her clothes and go downstairs, only to see that she had already tied on an apron and was casually starting to work. Hearing his footsteps, she turned around and only then saw the clothes in his hand. A blush immediately flew to her cheeks.
However, she forcefully came up with an excuse. "Those are new clothes I bought. I can't get them dirty. It's better to put them aside for now..."
As if feeling her own excuse was too thin, she stuck out her tongue and ducked back into the kitchen.
Soon, the sound of pots and pans clattering came from the kitchen, along with her cheerful humming.
Her cooking skills weren't great, just barely edible. But with the apron as an accessory, the food became fragrant and delicious.
The two of them ate, talking and laughing. At the same time, he began to explain the functions of the True Spirit Seal to her.
When she heard that with the seal, she would almost never have to worry about gaining weight, she flew into the kitchen and finished off all the remaining rice. "I want to experience what Chōji feels like too—give me your grilled fish!"
"If you want it, come and get it."
"Akiyama Makoto, you're not letting me eat my fill!"
"You're the one who eats too much! What does Sakura always call you? Ino—"
"Ahhh! If you dare to say that word, I'll fight you!"
She pounced on him, and the two of them rolled into a ball. As for eating, that was definitely out of the question. She still had a lot of energy to vent.
Finally, seeing her sitting on his waist and about to use the Dual Heart Method, he pulled her into a simulation.
"This is..."
She looked around, bewildered, and then noticed a startling fact.
The "decisive battle" lingerie, which had just fit her, was now no different from a few strings on her grown-up body.
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