Pushing the gloomy thoughts aside, Kenshin went to get a chair and a wrench, and began to unscrew the tank’s fastenings.
After five minutes of grumbling, he managed to unscrew all the fastenings and remove the bottom part of the tank.
Lowering it down, he began to estimate the dimensions by eye and make notes for the future formation.
After acquiring the knowledge of formation creation, his first purchase was knowledge of blueprints, and it felt like he had spent several years doing nothing else.
But although his basic knowledge of formation creation was at the highest level, he lacked reflexive memory, and unforeseen mistakes could occur.
Having calculated the scale and outlined a plan for the upcoming work, Kenshin nodded to himself and climbed down, beginning to inscribe the runes on the bottom part of the tank.
He approached the task very meticulously and painstakingly, and the drawing on the bottom part of the tank took him about fifteen minutes.
Setting the finished part aside, he climbed back up and began to inscribe the runes on the inside of the second part of the tank even more carefully.
This part of the work took him twice as long, and by the end, sweat was pouring off the young man in streams, and his arms refused to lift, but he pushed himself and finished the job.
After screwing the bottom part of the tank back into place in a few minutes, the young man drew an unknown symbol on the outside, and the runes inside the tank glowed with a bluish radiance before fading.
“It seems like I did everything right, and there shouldn’t be any mistakes.
If I mess up the simplest water heating formation, then taking on something more complex would be very dangerous…” Kenshin muttered thoughtfully, hoping the formation had worked, but he could only check it in half an hour.
The formation drew in the surrounding world energy and converted it into heat, heating the water inside the tank to eighty degrees Celsius, and then worked in a passive mode, preventing the water from cooling down.
Kenshin stretched his stiff shoulders and left the bathroom.
Entering the living room, he saw Aya sitting on the floor near a bookshelf, holding an open book in her hands and quietly chuckling.
Noticing the young man, she turned to face him and said:
“Kenshin, look, what funny books they have here!
An elderly couple decided to bake bread, but the dough came to life and ran away from them!
Ha-ha-ha, and then a fox ate it!
But foxes don’t eat bread… Or do they?” Aya muttered thoughtfully, her laughter fading.
The young man walked over to her, gently stroked her head, and asked, “Can you read?”
“Mm-hmm, but not well.
Grandpa taught me a little.
When I was little, he told me many fairy tales about the progenitor of chakra, the Sage of Six Paths, and about the God of Shinobi — Hashirama Senju.
But I think it’s all nonsense.
Shinobi may be strong, but they can’t create a moon or grow an entire forest!”
Kenshin sat down beside her, gently put his arm around her, and kissed the back of her head.
“They can, and even more.
Maybe our children will become even stronger than the First Hokage, or even the Sage of Six Paths…”
“What?
Children?
But neither you nor I are shinobi, how will our children become that strong?
Besides, even if they do, we’ll be ancient by then…” Aya muttered with a sigh.
“Well… Actually, you’re already pregnant…” Kenshin said, and before he could continue, Aya exclaimed in shock:
“WHAT?!
But—” She was immediately cut off by Kenshin.
“Be quiet, let me finish,” the young man said, and Aya instantly fell silent.
He realized he had accidentally used a “commanding tone,” so he hugged the girl and pulled her close, whispering in her ear:
“Don’t ask what’s happening.
I can’t tell you everything, but you’re pregnant, and you’ll give birth in two weeks.” As soon as he finished, Aya turned around sharply and stared at the young man in shock.
“Don’t ask.
You can’t know, for your own good,” Kenshin said with a sigh, and pulled the girl back to him, kissing her tender cherry lips.
They began to kiss passionately, and after half a minute, Aya finally relaxed and began to enjoy a tongue battle with her beloved man.
Kenshin let his hands wander, gently stroking her back, then moved his right hand forward and grabbed her small but beautiful breast, pinching her nipple.
The girl moaned softly into his mouth and began to stroke the young man’s muscular chest, enjoying the contours of his pectoral muscles.
After a few minutes, Kenshin broke the kiss and said, “Whew, that’s enough.
We have a lot to do, we’ll have fun later.
Come on, I’ll show you something.”
As soon as they entered the bathroom, Aya gasped softly, covering her mouth with her small hand.
“God, what is that?” she muttered, staring at the large bathtub at the end of the room.
She couldn’t resist stroking the smooth tiled wall, wondering what these magnificent walls were made of.
The girl had been to the hot springs of Konohagakure and other places several times, but she had never seen such smooth and shiny walls.
She thought that such magnificent walls must only exist in the bathrooms of high-ranking officials or powerful shinobi.
“This is our bathroom.
Look…” Kenshin said, picking up a bottle of shower gel from the shelf, opening it, and holding it out to the girl’s face.
She sniffed it and her eyes flew open.
“Mmm, what a pleasant smell… Even the perfumes of rich ladies don’t smell as good as this.
Where did you get this perfume?” Aya asked with interest, inhaling the aroma, her cute nose scrunching up.
“It’s not perfume, it’s shower gel.
You use it to wash your beautiful body,” Kenshin said tenderly, running his right hand down the girl’s back and squeezing her small, firm bottom.
“Aaah!
It’s no wonder I fell in love with you, Nakayama Kenshin.
You’re a real flatterer!” Aya purred, pressing her whole body against him.
The young man was pleased by her confession and hugged her tenderly, then introduced the curious beauty to various hygiene products, from toothpaste to shampoo, a razor, and aftershave lotion.
“Hmm, I’ll need to put a small formation on the razor so the blades don’t dull,” the young man thought, and then moved on to the main “miracle.”
“Come here, look,” he said.
“This is the faucet for water.
You lift this thing up, and voilà — water comes out.
Turn it to the left — only cold water comes out.
To the right — only hot.
Adjust it as you like.
Here, try it,” Kenshin said, stepping aside a little.
“Wow!
So now I don’t have to carry a bunch of buckets of water and heat it up on the stove for a long time?
Wonderful!
God, just when I think I’ve seen everything, you surprise me again and again, shattering my view of the world…”
“You’ll be surprised many more times, my dear,” Kenshin said, hugging her from behind and starting to unbutton her shirt.
“Now let’s freshen up a bit.”