Indra, the God of War was his goal after Sun Wukong. The god was powerful without a doubt. He had not forgotten how Indra treated him in their first meeting. While no longer holding a strong grudge for it, he still wanted to get equal with the god. One way or another, he would make the god look up to him with gritted teeth just like how he was forced to.
There were still over nine decades left and he was sure that within that time, he would absolutely surpass the-
“Damnit! Why can’t I focus!”
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Six months later inside the time chamber
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Six months have passed since Igor and Aurelia had been pulled into the time chamber. During this time, they had been hard at work. While the silverette continued working on the first seal, Igor’s focus was exclusively on mastering his new transformation.
But despite that much time having passed, he still hadn’t quite gotten there yet. The reason is, the ki control he had worked so hard to obtain had suffered greatly. By acquiring his transformation, his ki had also underwent a change. Now, it was not only denser, but it had also increased by over ten times. And the changes didn’t just end with his ki.
Similar to the first time he unlocked the Kaioken, the blonde had grown. With his divine strand having thickened considerably, his body was also brought along on the path of evolution. His height had increased and the hint of childishness on his face vanished in the face of a budding young man.
Over the course of three months, the blonde experienced a rapid growth where instead of appearing thirteen, he now appeared to between the ages of sixteen and seventeen. In such a short time, he became just slightly taller than Aurelia, who was a pretty tall woman herself with her height nearing 180cm.
Yet there was more. Despite the blonde only ever focusing on his ki control and his transformation, his combat capability had been steadily creeping up over the months. This wasn’t by a small margin either. With a solid multiplier, his strength, by Aurelia’s estimations, had increased by five times.
Unfortunately, his power in terms of classification, still remained in the realm of peak-god class. The gulf between god class and supreme class was not one that could be crossed so easily and would require more training.
The good outcome during this time is that Igor was successfully able to transform at will. With his ki naturally having gotten denser, he no longer needed to use the previously risky method to transform. However, even after a few months of practice, it did still take him some time to enter the transformation, especially his full-power state.
Entering his suppressed state was relatively quick…from a normal person’s perspective. Despite having tried to shorten the time, Igor still had trouble gaining substantial increases. The issue wasn’t necessarily due to lack of talent, but more with his growth.
To masterfully execute a transformation instantly, a certain amount of ki control was required. Igor did indeed never slack off on his ki control. But for these past few months, be it his ki capacity, power level, or physique, they were all growing.
With his ki and physique growing at a visible rate, he struggled to maintain the same level of control since all his veins were constantly widening and more ki was filling them. Any time his ki control advanced, his body would grow, making it regress. With this sort of occurrence happening daily, it was the same as playing a game of cat and mouse.
As a new day dawned, his control would worsen and he would be forced to catch-up if he didn’t want to be left behind. Yet despite experiencing this scenario for months now…
“Bloody hell. Again?”
…the blonde could never help but mutter a curse whenever he woke up to find he couldn’t grasp his ki like he usually could.
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Aurelia prided herself on being a patient woman. Having lived for over sixty years with a majority of her life spent in a political landscape, patience was a must when most battles were fought with tongues.
As Yasaka’s personal attendant, she was the subject of scorn due to her human heritage, particularly her western traits at the time which featured blonde hair. To survive such an environment for decades, patience was a very necessary trait.
But…
“Bloody hell. Again?”
…even her patience had its limits. Frowning as she lay next to the blonde, Aurelia found herself having the urge to strangle the blonde to death. Husband candidate or not, being woken up by his curses for the nth time was not a comfortable feeling.
She could only blame herself for being a light sleeper because even though the blonde cursed silently, she still heard him.
Turning over in bed, she faced the blonde who was sitting up with a frustrated look on her face. She was prepared to admonish him, but looking at how frustrated and tired he was, she could understand his predicament.
Sigh…
“It will pass soon, Igor. Just have patience.”
The blonde wasn’t even frustrated anymore. Just annoyed. With how frequently this had been happening, he had long since lost the energy to curse with the same fervour she had before.
“I know, sister. But it’s not nice, ya know?”
Not liking his forced smile, she decided to comfort him. Sitting up as well, she placed her hand on his back and began gently rubbing it.
“It’s alright, Igor. This will end soon. I promise.”
“...”
The blonde seemed to enjoy the sensation of her soft hand rubbing his back. His eyes were closed as he let the warmth of her palm dispel the frustration he had accumulated.
“Thank you, sister.”
“I’m always happy to help you, Igor.”
Patting him twice on the back, she tied her hair into a rough ponytail.
“Now come on. We can’t stay in bed all day, can we?”
“Hehe. Indeed we can’t, sister. Training cannot stop.”
“Fufu~. That’s good.”
Glad that his mood had bettered, she peeled open the blankets and got out of bed. Wearing a rather modest one-piece nightdress, it still couldn’t hide her long shapely legs. For some reason, Igor found his gaze drawn to her supple thighs, his thoughts upon ki control vanishing.
Unaware, Aurelia walked around the bed towards the counter. There on the mirror, she gradually noticed Igor’s gaze.
“...”
A slight smile came to her face as she pulled open the drawer to get her brush. With the time on the clock she created indicating it had been seven hours since midnight, it was time to get ready to continue her research.
As she took out some of her other toiletries, Igor finally brought himself out of his daze by shaking his head.
[What was that?]
It was just a pair of legs with a lump of fat added to the hips. Yet for some stupid reason, he found himself drawn to them lately.
[Enough of this. I gotta get to training this damn control of mine again.]
Kicking off the blankets, he got out of bed and grabbed his pants that were on the floor.
“I’ll shower first, sister.”
Knowing that Aurelia could take quite the significant amount of time, he decided to move first. Opening the wardrobe by the door, he took a white T-shirt before closing the wardrobe and making his way to the bathroom.
Entering it, he closed the door behind him, leaving Aurelia alone in the bedroom.
“...”
The silverette couldn’t help but smile.
[Sure enough, it’s not only his physique that’s growing.]
Despite having shared the same bed for over two years, it was only a few months ago that the blonde only started showing a reaction to her. Those fleeting glances eventually turned into stares, stares particularly aimed at her legs.
[Lady Yasaka was right. Teasing a man like this is quite fun.]
With the blonde having been the one to offer to share a bed, she had initially thought he wanted to try something, which would’ve been heavily out of character for him. But when he brought up the matter of there being one room in the time chamber, she eventually agreed.
With his childlike persona and the gap in age between them, nothing happened until recently when his transformation forced him to grow. With the blonde experiencing three years of puberty in six months, Aurelia could admit it was quite fun watching him finally “grow”. And…as shameful as it sounds, it boosted her self-esteem that despite being significantly older, he found her pleasing to the eye.
Using magic to cleanse herself, she went over to the wardrobe and took out a dress. Right at the bottom laid some of Igor’s clothes neatly folded into separate stacks of shirts, jerseys, and pants.
[And he said he didn’t need a ‘fancy wardrobe’, yet he uses it.]
Under her insistence, the previously spartan bedroom was now filled with lavish furniture she either pulled from her dimensional space or directly created using magic.
From a massive bed with a lavish headboard, to a prestigious white drawer with a massive mirror, Aurelia had truly transformed the room from a simple place used to rest, to a room filled with comfort.
To date, her greatest achievement was making the blonde accidentally oversleep because the bed was too comfortable.
Taking off her nightdress, her form was exposed for only a brief moment before a simple dress covered it. Tying the buttons at the top, she slipped on a pair of sandals before closing the wardrobe. Moving over to the bed, she snapped her fingers and the bed swiftly made itself.
Satisfied with everything, she called out to the blonde who was showering.
“I’ll go and make breakfast first, Igor. Don’t take too long.”
“Okay, Sister Lia!”
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