He just wanted to know how exactly such a fact could come into play in such a way.
With a heavy sigh, he recognized that he had to work on getting some coordination into his girls. Oh, Makoto was certainly skilled enough, and Minako did apparently have some ability in sports, but they didn't seem to have much understanding in how group training could work. Heck, it was fairly embarrassing, seeing that Usagi had goose bites, and the others weren't exactly that well off either.
However, he knew that he couldn't exactly do everything to help them on his own. First off, he didn't have quite what was needed to do so, since his father and he had never carried about that much in first aid. Oh, they'd had aspirin and bandages, but he needed a full on kit to do a proper job. That meant bringing them to a doctor, which would meant that they'd have to strain to get there, or getting some care for them.
The latter had been more appealing, but he still felt more than a little guilty and embarrassed as he sent an apologetic smile towards the one that he'd called for. "Sorry 'bout this, but ya can see, we needed help."
"It's really no problem," Ami answered, nodding away his concerns as she held the handle of the first aid kit that she'd brought with both hands. "Something like this is worth coming to deal with."
"Yeah, but I still kinda feel bad for draggin' ya all the way out here."
"Don't worry about it. I've been thinking about coming to see you anyway.... Um, I mean, all of you.... That is, everybody here...."
"Uh, yeah. Gotcha...." he trailed off, blinking at her reddening cheeks.
"What I do find amazing is that you called me. I wouldn't have thought that you would know about my number or anything like that...."
"I asked the girls, and they told me. Kinda weird ta call outta the blue, but I worked through it. They do need help."
"Right. Good point. I really should get on to it," the blue haired girl agreed a bit shakily and headed over to where Minako was laying.
Frowning, the pigtailed boy wondered what her issue was, as he could tell that something was up with her. That wasn't about the blonde though, as he knew that the long haired girl had managed to not only knock herself silly with that pole, but had twisted just about everything that she could. Instead, he wasn't quite sure that he understood exactly what was going on with Ami.
As he glanced over at her, he recognized that she was at least a good healer, and did care about her friends. Whatever confusion he was getting didn't mess that up, but there was so much that could be a problem. Heck, he was still getting through the fact that she was to be his wife.
Not that he saw anything wrong with that, as she wasn't a bad sort. He'd seen some wives during his travels, and he was glad that he hadn't had to deal with some violent shrew becoming his fiancee. Ami was really quite welcome in comparison to them, and he had to admit that she was not someone that he had any real reservations against marrying. She was certainly smart, and had a quiet personality that didn't crush him with pressure like some fathers he could name. Near as he could tell, she was a supportive person who wouldn't make things at all awkward.
Of course, the fact that she was pretty did help in that factor. Hers was a slender beauty that looked good in the soft clothing that she wore, as she didn't need some flashy and revealing outfit to look good. In fact, the skirt that she had on was showing of her long legs to good effect even now. At the same time, he got to see how toned she was as she went to crouch next to where his newest slave lay. The firmness displayed as her skirt tightened around her backside spoke of regular exercise, and he could tell that whatever training that she'd been doing, it had helped her keep quite nicely fit.
Now that his hormones had been given exercise by his slaves, he could admit that he recognized the attraction that she held. This was a soft girl that would feel good in a guy's arms. Her supple body would pair nicely with his, and the firm breasts constrained under that blouse would fit rather well in his hands. Looking into her eyes as his mouth touched her soft lips, with his hands roaming over that smooth skin would be paradise. His back straightened as he recognized how welcome it would be to have those slim arms around him as he discovered how her body felt on his, with stiffening happening in other areas.
Realizing just what he was doing made him recognize that having such thoughts about her was likely to be called 'perverted'. Seeing as she hadn't done anything to be leered at unrepentantly, and had only been nice to him, he knew that he just might be demeaning her with that sort of mental image. Since he wasn't looking to be a lech, he knew that he'd have to find some sort of control somehow.
"Why is Master hitting his head against that tree?" Rei asked no one in particular.
Spotting her fiance whapping his forehead against the bark, Ami cocked her head to the side. "I do have to wonder...."
He was battered, bruised, and aching all over, but Tatewaki Kuno wasn't about to admit defeat. A firm will was needed to be a samurai, and he had that in spades. Travails of this sort would not crush him, and he was certain that he'd come back stronger from it. His clothing might have been in tatters, his body might have been covered in cuts, and his weapon might have been taken from him, but he would not falter.
No matter how long it would take, he'd get back to Japan and avenge himself on that foul sorcerer. The wind whipped at his cheeks, and the rain plastered his hair to his head, but he was going to push on. Finding a rock outcropping helped, and he used it to balance himself as he pressed onward, not wanting to stop for anything. It was not fit for man, no beast, but he'd still continue on until his dying day.
Resting his hand on the stone, he allowed himself to catch his breath and tried to figure out a strategy on dealing with this. Storms were ripping across the land, and the animals were not calmed by the disruption of their environment. Even then, he was going to keep on going, certain that he'd manage somehow to get his aching body that much further.
Sounds of shifting gravel sounded, and he twisted around to look up above him, which let him see a large shape looming on top of the rock. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was quickly apparent that there were several such figures nearby. None of them seemed ready to move against him, but he didn't want to take any chances. No matter the foe, he was not about to be attacked without a fight.
Some part of his mind noticed that they seemed to be human shaped though, and as he watched, he could tell that they moved on two legs. The curves of the shadows suggested that they were women, as he could recognize such shapeliness anywhere. Yet, he didn't have a clue as to why the delicate gender would be out here like this, and had to wonder why they would be put themselves at such risk.
Tilting his head back, he looked up at the figure on the rock, hoping for some sign as to her intentions.
A bolt of lightning lit up the sky behind her, and he got a glimpse of fur in the spotted pattern of the leopard, while:
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