Remembering that the previous Shido Urazaki actually died and just yesterday in fact, made me feel bad. I never really got to know him. I couldn't feel his consciousness, his emotions, or his thoughts—only his soul. And within that soul, all I could feel was the hate and suffering he had carried since birth, along with the love his mother, Vlaneth, had given him.
I lowered my head slightly and spoke—not just to myself, but to the small fragment of Shido's soul still within me.
I promised to make him and myself strong.
I promised that no one would ever look down on him or me again.
I promised that everyone in this world would know his and my name.
I promised to protect those he loved—Vlaneth, Dina, and anyone else he cared for, even if I couldn't remember them yet. And I also promised that I would take reign over the entire Urazaki family.
But to protect, to rule, to do any of that… I needed to get stronger.
And now that I had one full week before attending Douma High, I knew it was time to experiment—to understand exactly what kind of ability I possessed.
Was this adaptability the exact same as a certain white-skinned shinigami-type existence, which a certain black-haired emo-boy could summon?
Was it an ability that allowed regeneration of any part of the body and adaptation to anything from each hit or damage?
I needed to know everything.
I also needed to experiment with Golden Verdict and see whether I could truly mix it with Adaptability. Every ability in this world has both an advantage and a disadvantage. Since my ability was a fusion of two, that meant I should possess both advantages—and both disadvantages.
That was something I had to confirm through testing.
So my goal for this week was to focus on experimentation. Yet at the same time, i have to deepen my relationship with Dina. This is how i will spent this entire week.
So immediately after deciding what my priorities are, i began training seriously.
This world was more advanced than I expected. Instead of just physical dummies, they had combat dummy robots—machines designed to attack back. I trained against them relentlessly, striking them over and over as I tested my limits.
Thirty combat robots activated at once.
The moment their eyes lit up, I exhaled slowly and stepped forward, my posture relaxed, shoulders loose, feet light against the ground. Aikido wasn't about force—it was about redirection. About letting the enemy destroy themselves.
The first robot lunged.
I sidestepped, caught its wrist, and turned. Its own momentum worked against it as I twisted, sending its body slamming into another unit behind it. Metal collided with metal, sparks flying as both crashed to the floor.
Another came from the right. I flowed into it, palm pressing against its chest, guiding the charge past me before sweeping its leg. It hit the ground hard. Before it could rise, I pivoted and used its arm as leverage, flipping it clean over my shoulder.
For a while, it worked beautifully.
Robots charged in pairs and trios, and I kept moving—never meeting force with force, always guiding, redirecting, turning aggression into self-destruction. Their movements were linear. Predictable. Easy to read.
But then—
Impact.
Something slammed into my back, sending me forward a step. I barely twisted in time to avoid another strike aimed at my head. My eyes widened slightly.
So they'd adapted.
Two robots now moved in tandem—one attacking head-on, the other circling behind. I caught the first, redirected it, but the second struck again, this time grazing my shoulder.
Pain flared.
I clicked my tongue quietly.
"…Yeah. Figures."
Aikido was perfect for one-on-one. Even against multiple opponents, if I could keep them in front of me. But the moment attacks came from blind spots, from angles I couldn't redirect in time, its weaknesses showed themselves clearly.
Another hit landed against my ribs. Not deep—but enough.
I rolled away, came back up, breathing steady as golden energy faintly shimmered beneath my skin, already adapting, already reinforcing.
I kept fighting.
This time, my movements were sharper. Less elegant. More practical. I still redirected when I could, but when openings appeared, I struck—short, efficient blows to joints, necks, balance points.
As another robot fell, the thought settled in my mind.
Aikido alone isn't enough.
Not in real combat. Not against overwhelming numbers.
I needed something more direct. Something for blind spots. Something aggressive.
Striking arts. Maybe grappling. Maybe weapon-based styles.
The robots kept coming, and I kept moving—learning, adapting, surviving.
By the time the last unit collapsed into scrap, my clothes were torn, my body sore… and my mind clearer than ever.
I stood there in the quiet aftermath, chest rising and falling slowly.
"…Yeah," I muttered. "I'll need more than one path."
And with that thought settled firmly in my mind, I turned away from the ruined training field.
The rest could wait. It was already night time. Time to hit the bed, or say exercise?
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"AHNN❤️!! AHNNN❤️…. UMMNNNN❤️❤️!!" Dina's moaned loudly without restrain, her voice was filled with nothing but pure pleasure.
I let go of her waist and grabbed her bountiful breasts, my hands barely able to encompass them. "Such huge breasts you were hiding from me for all this yesrs, huh!" I massaged them roughly, feeling their softness yield under my touch.
"AHNN! YES❤️❤️❤️!!!!" Her cries were so loud that she probably startled any individual nearby. More of her juices flowed, mingling with the other juices and soaking into the bed sheets.
The tumult of sensations—the blend of pain and pleasure, the sight of her bare breasts, her blue-hair cascading over her flushed skin, and the raw, unbridled lust in her eyes—drove me to the brink of ecstasy. I could no longer contain myself.
With an urgency born of primal desire, I increased the tempo of my thrusts, delving deeper into her, exploring every inch of her being with my cock.
"Ahnn❤️!! Shido!! I..I feel iiitt!…AHHHNNNNNNN❤️❤️❤️!!!!" Dina's cry pierced the air, her body convulsing in the throes of her first orgasm. It was a crescendo of pleasure, a symphony of ecstasy that echoed through the air around us.
As her climax peaked, saliva dripped from her parted lips, her nectar flowing freely, marking the culmination of her release.
"Ugnn!!" I groaned, feeling the mounting pressure in my groin reach its peak. With a groan, I unleashed a torrent of semen into her waiting depths, each pulse of pleasure echoing through me like thunder.
"H…Hot… hnnnn❤️…" Her voice trailed off into a soft murmur with an ahegao expression on her face.
"Fuck…" I muttered under my breath, my own body pulsing with the aftermath of our exertions. Beads of sweat glistened on my skin, evidence of the raw energy that had surged between us.
Carefully, I withdrew my dick from Dina's pussy, watching as a mixture of fluids pooled between her thighs, a testament to the fervor of our exercise. It was an intimate sight, one that filled me with a heady sense of satisfaction and passion.
That was so good that it seemed unreal. And of course i wasn't done just yet!
As Dina continued to lay on her back before me, with hers and my semen still coming out from between her pussy.
I looked at her and said, "I want to see more!" my voice coming out deep with audible primal hunger. I slowly reached my hand out and started removing her maid's uniform, wanting to see that body once more. Slowly but slowly, Dina's maid uniform was removed.
Now Dina stood completely naked before me, naked and beautiful. Dina's naked figure was breathtaking. I genuinely wondered if there would ever come a day when I'd grow used to the sight of her.
Especially her family tattoos.
Yes—you didn't mishear me.
Dina has tattoos.
Not because of some strict bloodline tradition. Not because of rebellion. Not because she wanted to decorate her body.
They are the visible manifestation of her ability: "Ebon Requiem."
Or more fully called—"Ebon Requiem: Shadowbound Covenant."
When a younger Dina explained her ability to shido, she said when it awakened, it didn't just grant her power.
She said it marked her.
The tattoo covered most of her upper left arm, stretching from just above her elbow and climbing upward, wrapping around her bicep before flowing into her shoulder. From there, the design spills slightly across her upper back, disappearing beneath her clothing like a secret only I'm allowed to fully see.
The color is a rich, vivid purple.
Not dull. Not faded. Not ink-like.
It looks alive.
Against her clear skin, the contrast is striking—almost mesmerizing. The purple seems to hold depth, like if you stared too long you'd fall into it.
The design itself isn't made of clear symbols or readable runes. There are no letters. No obvious markings. Instead, it's composed of flowing, abstract patterns—tribal in structure, yet ethereal in execution. The lines curve organically, twisting and folding over one another like shadows in motion.
They don't sit flat.
They seem to move.
A dynamic, swirling mass of color that coils around her arm as if something beneath her skin is breathing.
When she channels even a fragment of her ability, the tattoo subtly reacts. The purple deepens. The lines sharpen. The edges faintly glow, as though answering a silent call.
It is beautiful.
And dangerous.
"Ebon Requiem" isn't a flashy ability. It doesn't scream for attention. It binds. It contracts. It enforces. A covenant forged through shadow itself. The tattoo is proof that her power is not something external she activates—
It is something that has fused with her existence.
The first time I traced my fingers along those patterns, I felt something strange. Not resistance. Not rejection.
Recognition.
As if the shadow woven into her skin acknowledged me… and chose not to harm me.
Dina once told me that when her ability awakened, the tattoo burned into her body over the course of several hours. Not pain that made her scream—
But pain that felt like something rewriting her from the inside out.
Now, the mark rests there elegantly. A crown disguised as ink.
Anyone who sees it might think it's simply aesthetic.
But I know better.
That tattoo is a contract.
And if someone ever forces her to invoke the full "Shadowbound Covenant"—
The purple won't just glow.
It would swallow.
I know you guys are wondering, how before did you guy's not see these markings? Well, that was actually simple to answer.
Do you guys remember when i was always busy fucking Dina? Well i always did it while she was wearing her maid outfit, as it just made things more interesting.
Imagine from my point of view i just entered an unknown guy's body, and finding a hot, sexy maid who i know likes me alot. Of course, as a guy who hates harem trope protagonist who never do anything to their heroines, how could I not eat this delicious meat in front of me?
That was before, but now, today, I wanted to see her entire body, i wanted to see everything.
I looked down at Dina's naked form gulping down my saliva, as if i saw a delicious looking meal, and I was not wrong, as this sexy maid before me was one of the sweetest thing I've ever eaten.
And that's not counting Yui from my past life. It's true that Yui was the first women that the previous me lost my virginity to, but the one that the current me lost my virginity to was this beautiful woman.
I looked at Dina's face that was now coming out from her orgasm.
I quietly called out her name, "Dina..." Dina looked at me, she tried to say something but her words came out in slurs. As if she was drunk.
"S-s-shido~? I-i~"
I smirked happily seeing her condition, which man would not be happy to see his woman in this condition due to his efforts? I then lowered my head and grabbed onto her breast and took her right breast nipple into my mouth. I started chew on it while pulling.