[Same Day – Afternoon]
After returning from their morning patrol, Kyouka and Yuuki split up for their usual routines.
Kyouka had more duties than just patrolling the southeastern perimeter where the 7th Unit was stationed. That region wasn't just a danger zone—it housed one of the permanent gates to Mato. A fixed tear between worlds, constantly monitored and reinforced. As the Chief, she had to report regularly to the upper brass, track shuuki activity, and maintain control of the gate itself.
•••
[Back at the Dorm – Yuuki's Room]
Yuuki, meanwhile, had returned to his room, flopped onto the futon, and caught his breath. Just a short rest—then laundry duty. Again.
Between the uniforms, undergarments, workout clothes, and all the random stuff the girls left lying around, the washing machine could barely keep up. He was their dorm manager, after all. His job was basically glorified maid... or maybe just maid.
Still, this was nothing new. He'd been managing chores not just here even back home for as long as he could remember— even before his memories came back.
But now, things were different.
He had memories of a whole other life. A different world. And in that world, he was obsessed with manga, anime, and fantasy theories about power systems, chakra flow, ki circuits, and magic mechanics. No way was he going to waste this second life just folding panties and scrubbing floors.
But he couldn't quit either. The pay was insane. Seriously, he made more here than he could've dreamed of earning back in his old life. Enough to live luxuriously and still have no idea how to spend it all.
So quitting was out of the question. Which left only one option:
Get so efficient that it feels like nothing.
•••
[Later – Yuuki's Room, Quiet and Dim]
The night was uneventful—Shushu teased him, Himari barked orders, and Nei quietly offered him a hand while barely looking up from her book. The usual chaos. Nothing out of place.
But what Yuuki did after lunch was out of place. In fact, it could change his life.
He had written everything he knew about chakra and kundalini awakening—drawing from half-remembered anime, ancient scriptures, online rabbit holes, and half-baked theories. He even included insights about peaches, the Mato gates, and the mechanics of "blessings" in this world, trying to connect the dots between fantasy and biology.
All that knowledge—now condensed into a single, slightly crumpled notebook: his first ever diary.
Yuuki: (Naruto, DBZ, even random isekai... all of them had some form of energy system. So why not me? Why not here?)
And it wasn't just random curiosity.
Earlier that morning, when he kissed Kyouka's hand and transformed, he'd felt something... strange. A burst of heat—right at the base of his spine. Like pressure building. Not sexual. Not physical. Energetic.
Yuuki: (That wasn't just adrenaline. That had to be the kundalini...)
So now, sitting cross-legged in his room, he closed his eyes, fingers forming a crude mudra, posture as straight as he could manage.
His goal was simple: awaken the root chakra—Muladhara.
The first and most primal. The anchor. Said to govern physical strength, safety, and survival. In myth and yogic practice, awakening this chakra stabilized the body—enhanced muscle strength, balance, even reaction time. It was the foundation on which all other power rested.
Yuuki: (If chakra is the engine, kundalini is the fuel... and this chakra is my starter key.)
He tried to focus. Empty his thoughts. Trace that memory of heat near his tailbone. Channel it. Stir it. Something. Anything.
A pulse.
His breath hitched.
Then—nothing.
Yuuki: "Tch... figures."
His first attempt was a bust. No spark. Just wishful thinking and maybe a half-boner from thinking too hard about Kyouka's thighs.
Still, he wasn't disappointed. If anything, it just made him more stubborn.
Yuuki: (Alright then. One step at a time. I'll chase that snake till it has to bite.)
•••
[Day One – Afternoon, Behind the Dorm – Training Grounds]
The sun hung lazily over the dorm's backyard, casting long shadows across the dusty training grounds. The other girls had gone about their routines—Shushu and Himari were off smashing Shuukis and shouting at each other mid-battle, Nei was in school. Kyouka, as usual, handled the higher-level logistics of their unit. Yuuki? He was alone.
Wearing a black t-shirt, black shorts, and no shoes, Yuuki stood barefoot on the sun-warmed dirt. In one hand was a water bottle, the other clutched a towel. His skin already glistened with anticipation sweat.
Yuuki: "Yosh! Let's get started!"
(If the Root chakra is all about grounding and survival… then I gotta get primal. Barefoot. Body touching earth. No distractions. Just me and grit.)
He began running laps. Nothing fancy. Just lap after lap, foot slapping dirt, legs burning, heart thumping. Whenever his legs threatened to slow, he dropped to the ground and cranked out push-ups. When his arms screamed in pain, he held a long plank until the shakes made him collapse. Then he'd get back up and run again.
Three hours passed. No breaks, no shortcuts. He went until his breath came out like steam, until his soaked shirt clung like a second skin, until he finally peeled it off and tossed it aside.
His bare feet were coated in dry soil. His muscles screamed. And yet, his eyes burned bright with purpose.
Yuuki: (I saw the spark. I felt it. I'm gonna chase that damn snake till it coils around my spine and explodes my soul open. Nothing—nothing—stops me this time.)
When his legs finally gave out, he collapsed with a heavy thud into the dust. Chest heaving. Arms twitching. But there was a smile on his face.
•••
[Night – Shared Kitchen, Dinner Time]
Later that evening, after a short rest and a long bath, Yuuki was back on duty—shirt loosely clinging to his frame, an apron tied over it, prepping dinner for the squad.
But his plate looked… different.
Instead of rice and miso like the rest, Yuuki's food was earthy—boiled sweet potatoes, black sesame, carrots, root vegetables sautéed lightly in ghee, and a side of fermented radish. No meat. No overcooked oil. Everything was warm, red, or grounding.
Himari: "Oi, what's with your caveman dinner?"
Yuuki: "Ah, just testing a theory. About whether a guy can get stronger without peaches."
Shushu snorted, nearly spitting her tea.
Shushu: "You do know how blessings work, right? Peaches only boost women."
Even Kyouka allowed a rare smile.
Kyouka: "Though… if it helps increase your stamina, perhaps it will help you stay in slave form longer."
Yuuki blinked, caught off guard.
Yuuki: "R-Really?"
Kyouka nodded, serene.
Kyouka: "Training the body and mind isn't a waste. Proceed if you believe in it."
Meanwhile, Nei silently scooped a bit of her rice, then glanced over.
Nei: "I think it's cool."
That one sentence made all the teasing worth it.
Yuuki grinned and got back to his food, feeling like he just got a small blessing that no peach could ever give.