1st Day of Training
"She said 1000 years..."
I checked with Mary.
"Yeah. Indeed, Master told us to keep practicing without eating or drinking for 1000 years, without sleep or rest!"
"After 1000 years of practicing without eating or drinking, without sleep or rest, don’t you get hungry or sleepy?"
"It’s actually just one day, so we won’t feel hungry or sleepy, right?"
Mary asked me back with a curious look on her face.
"That’s not what I’m talking about, I’m talking about feelings!
I live my life with the three greatest desires in mind!
If that was taken away, wouldn't there be no point in being reincarnated in another world?
I wanted to get a cheat skill and have a different world harem like a normal reincarnated hero in another world!"
That's right, my reincarnation into another world has been a bit of a bumpy ride.
I didn't realize that I was reincarnated into another world until I turned into bones, I had my bones licked by Fang Wolves, I had my bones peed on by Horned Rabbits, I stepped on a poop and it stuck out between the bones, and I was killed many times by Blackbeard, and had my ass dug in by pirates...
"...I'm not Shiro-dono, so there's nothing I can do if someone says such an unreasonable thing..."
"So useless!"
Without thinking, I confess my true feelings to Mary.
"I am ashamed."
Mary bows her head gracefully.
Well, if anyone were to be compared to Shiro, they would have no choice but to bow their heads.
Shiro is a truly special girl.
She can cook, wash, clean, sew, build, shipbuild, create weapons, armor, and magic tools at a level that is better than that of a top-class craftsman.
What's more, even though I mumble my unreasonable wishes, in the end, she makes them come true.
Dora*mon that exceeds Dora*mon.
That is Shiro.
There was a strange mood.
I have to train.
However, when I think that I have to train for 1000 years, I suddenly become lazy.
I don't want to be killed by Blackbeard, but I also don't want to continue training with a sword for 1000 years.
Moreover, I was alone with Mary, who was useless.
Well, it's better than training alone.
Mary, who is serious, is silently practicing by herself.
Regularly and many times.
Mary seems to be serious about continuing to practice for 1000 years.
I don't feel like doing it, so I just lie there and keep staring at Mary's actions.
Mary's big breasts were regularly bobbing up and down in conjunction with the rhythm of her practice swings.
I'm so worried that if she keeps practicing for 1000 years, it will start to sag.
"Mary, don't your tits hurt?"
"It hurts a bit."
Mary answered my questions while continuing her practice swings.
"Why don't you wrap them tighter?"
"There’s no sarashi anywhere, right?"
"Maybe you should just tear up that sailor suit and make one?"
"This is my uniform!"
"That outfit with no taste?"
"You idiot! It's been customary for sailors to wear sailor uniforms for a long time!"
Apparently, she was wearing a sailor suit with sailors in mind, but the one Mary is wearing is completely a sailor suit for Japanese schoolgirls.
It's completely wrong.
"That's true, but those sailor uniforms are the ones worn by Japanese schoolgirls, not the sailor uniforms worn by sailors, you know?"
"I...is that so?"
"That's right. It's true that Japanese sailor uniforms are modeled after the sailor uniforms worn by sailors, but the sailor uniform you're wearing is a modified sailor uniform worn by Japanese schoolgirls, moreover, by deliquent girls."
"Delinquent?"
"Yeah. The student who wears such a long skirt is a delinquent girl.
Moreover, it has a tiger print.
I think the only delinquent girls who wear tiger-print sailor uniforms are those of the president class of the All-Japan Delinquent Girls Union, right?"
"Is that something amazing in Japan?"
"I think it’s amazing, but delinquent girl is an extinct species."
"An extinct species?"
"Yeah. It's a shameful thing to wear such a thing in Japan!
So tear it up and make sarashi!"
"I understand!"
When Mary heard that it was shameful in Japan, she took off her tiger-print sailor suit and bra without hesitation, stripped to the waist, and tore the sailor suit into pieces like a string, which she wrapped tightly around her chest.
Mary's well-trained six-pack is shiny and cool.
I like little girls, but I also like women with well-trained bodies like supermodels.
One more push.
"Mary, isn't that skirt getting steamy?"
"Certainly……"
"In Japan, it's fashionable to shorten your skirt to just below your crotch and go without panties!"
"I didn't know that they wore short skirts, but I've definitely heard that women in Wano don't wear panties under their kimonos!"
I thought getting her to wear no panties would be a more difficult mission, but it seems like she was easily convinced.
If you ask me, it was common knowledge in Japan not to wear underwear under a kimono.
"Right! In that case, quickly tear up your skirt and take off your panties!"
"I understand!"
Like a man, Mary tore her skirt below the crotch part and took off her panties, leaving her without panties.
I'm lying down and looking at Mary, so I can see her crotch.
Mary is probably embarrassed by me staring at her pussy, so love juice drips out from her crotch, creating a puddle right below where she is standing.
"Mary, there's a puddle of love juice right below where you're standing."
"Don't joke around, this is sweat!"
"No matter how you look at it, it’s p*ssy juice, right?"
"Absolutely not! I am training seriously!
I'm definitely not having any erotic fantasies!"
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