- Ryo! - My wife turned back to the stove and began stirring the contents of the skillet, apparently to save it from burning.
I only smiled and subjected Ma to a similar procedure, except for the kissing spot, of course she got it on the cheek. The kunoichi was a pleasure to tit, slender, firm to the touch, quite shapely and far from fragile, any man would enjoy pressing them against me.
Taking advantage of the fact that Linley was currently standing with his back to us, I let my hands walk around for a few moments, causing Saya's complexion to instantly match that of a beet. Putting her back, I earned an indignant look and a token slap, but only smirked back, causing me to look away. But a good little bit at a time.
- So, my good ones, do I have time to play with Tsu-chan before lunch? - I asked the women, looking around at what had already been prepared.
- Everything will be ready in about forty minutes, - said the red-haired beauty without turning around, - when everything is ready, I'll call you.
- It's better not to burden the little one - I did a light warm-up with her this morning," Ma added, regaining her natural complexion, "half an hour will be enough.
- Got it," I nodded to them, "then I'm off.
Taking my daughter with me, I went outside and turned behind the house towards the firing range. Right in front of it, I had set up a small playground just for this kind of mobile games, serving as an excellent foundation for a budding kunoichi.
In fact, I had developed a whole set of exercises for Katsumi based on similar exercises for Nara, Senju, and Uzumaki, disguised as games and based on my personal experience and iryonin knowledge. So, my little girl has every chance of becoming a very strong kunoichi if she puts in enough effort - even the Founder clans don't develop their young under the supervision of first-degree iryo-nins.
- So, Tsu-chan, what do you want to play first?
- Dodgeball! - The little girl jumped in one place from the excess of energy, looking at me with her big green eyes.
- She agreed and took a scroll out of her pocket and printed out two dozen small cloth balls stuffed with wool. - Take the shells!
Dividing the arsenal equally, I began counting out the dozens, and Katsumi quickly retreated to the posts dug into the ground and hid behind the one that matched her height, her eyes glittering with anticipation.
- ...ten! - I counted and grinned broadly and started stepping in a circle toward the "hidden" little girl, dodging the projectiles that were aimed accurately (for a clan child of her age) and responding with the same speed.
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