Ever since Ryo Sakazaki, the "Invincible Dragon," received Cloud's dimensional-crushing guidance, achieved enlightenment, and went into "life-or-death seclusion," the atmosphere in the entire Kyokugenryu Dojo had become somewhat strange.
Without that stoic "overprotective brother" holding down the fort, the dojo lost its oppressive air and gained a pink-tinged atmosphere reeking of "young love."
Robert, the "Strongest Tiger," having experienced the "tragedy" of being blasted into the sky—along with his car—by Yuri's Super Haoh Shoukou Ken, had completely given up on treatment.
No longer obsessing over that illusory "love," he channeled his sorrow into motivation. Every day, he dragged Andy off to South Town's newest bar, drowning his sorrows and talking through the night about "The Girls We Chased in Those Years Who All Ended Up With the Same Guy Named Cloud."
And so, for most of the time, the vast Kyokugenryu Dojo was left with only Cloud... and Yuri Sakazaki, this pair of "lone man and woman."
One was a scheming "big bad wolf."
The other was a little bunny who had just discovered love, her affection meter maxed out.
This scene was practically "wolf entering the sheep's den"—no wait, "sheep entering the wolf's den."
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"Cloud, how's this Flying Swallow Hurricane Kick looking?"
In the dojo, Yuri wore a pink training uniform. With a fierce cry, she executed a gorgeous spinning aerial kick that generated a fierce gust of wind, precisely bursting the sandbag hanging in mid-air.
The movement, full of power and grace, combined with her cute, energetic face, was the perfect blend of "violence" and "adorable."
"Mm, not bad, not bad."
Cloud lounged in a rocking chair at the dojo entrance like a retired old man, sipping an iced cola while providing live coaching.
"Power, angle—both perfect. It's just... the hem of your uniform is a bit too long. It's restricting your leg extension. A tiny bit... unaesthetic."
He commented with apparent seriousness, his gaze full of "professional" and "academic" meaning.
"Huh? Is... is that so?"
Yuri's face flushed at his words, and she unconsciously tugged at the hem of her training uniform.
"Of course." Cloud nodded, his face wearing an earnest "I'm saying this for your own good" expression. "Yuri, you need to remember—what do we martial artists pursue? Higher, faster, stronger! Anything that hinders our performance is... a stumbling block on the path of training!"
"Your training uniform is classic, sure, but the fabric... is too conservative! It's restricting your nature! Hiding your brilliance!"
His speech was delivered with such "righteous conviction" that he looked exactly like a certain famous TV con artist.
"Then... what should I wear?" Yuri blinked, completely taken in, her face the picture of innocence.
"Well..."
A cunning gleam of "all according to plan" flashed through Cloud's eyes.
He rose from the rocking chair, walked over to Yuri, and spoke in a tone dripping with the weight of hard-won experience:
"Training also requires a balance of work and rest."
"Tension and relaxation—that is the way of both literature and martial arts."
"Your recent progress has been incredible, but... you've been wound too tight. Keep this up, and you'll burn out."
"So..." His face broke into an indulgent smile. "Today, I've decided to give you a day off."
"Let's go shopping."
"I, personally, will select the most suitable... battle outfit for you!"
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South Town. The busiest commercial district.
When Yuri Sakazaki, dressed in cute overalls and a white T-shirt, appeared on the bustling street hanging onto Cloud's arm like a cheerful little bird, she instantly attracted countless stares from passersby.
It couldn't be helped—this couple was just too eye-catching.
The man was tall and handsome; the girl was cute and charming.
Walking together, they looked exactly like the male and female leads who had stepped out of a shoujo manga.
"Wow! Cloud, look at that ice cream! It's huge!"
"Cloud, look at the clothes in that shop! They're so pretty!"
Yuri had completely let loose.
She dragged Cloud around the shopping district like a curious child, peeking here and there.
She tried every snack and bought a huge pile of cute but completely useless little accessories.
That energetic, adorable face beamed with heartfelt happiness and joy.
And Cloud played the role of the "perfect boyfriend" to perfection.
He carried bags, paid for everything, and occasionally dropped a flirty comment that sent the girl in his arms into peals of laughter.
After a full three hours of shopping—when Yuri was so tired she could barely walk anymore—
Cloud "casually" led her to his "final destination"—
A cosplay shop decorated with an atmosphere of "otaku culture" and "anime aesthetics."
"Wow! Is this...?"
Yuri looked at the costumes in the window, full of "fantasy" and "cute" elements, and her bright eyes instantly sparkled with stars.
"Like it?" Cloud smiled, pulling her inside.
Then he walked straight to a clothing rack marked "Shop's Treasure" and took down...
A deep blue sailor uniform, exuding an aura of "youth" and "forbidden allure."
It was the most classic, most authentic JK school uniform.
A pure white short-sleeved blouse with a bright red ribbon at the collar.
A deep blue pleated skirt, short to an... outrageous degree.
Paired with thigh-high pure white stockings...
This outfit was simply... the pinnacle of "pure yet alluring!"
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