Hidden in the shadows, Karasuba (No.04) and Kazehana (No.03) had been watching Goku's every move.
When Goku unleashed his devastating power and obliterated the area, he had already sensed their presence—thus deliberately sparing them from his destructive wave. Neither woman was harmed.
"No.04 Karasuba, huh… What a troublesome woman," murmured Kazehana, brow furrowing slightly. She took another long swig from her sake bottle—glug, glug, glug—the sharp scent of alcohol spilling into the air. Her cheeks were flushed, her languid expression carrying a seductive haze that could make even saints waver.
But the bloodthirst radiating from Karasuba's body sent a chill down Kazehana's spine, snapping her half-drunken mind back to sobriety.
"You know… I never said I wanted to fight you," Kazehana muttered, waving a lazy hand. Even her steps were unsteady, swaying ever so slightly.
Karasuba's grin was twisted with manic delight. "Heh… it's not up to you. Because of that man… my blood's boiling for a good fight!"
She slowly drew her sword. A suffocating, metallic scent of blood filled the air.
"This killing intent… it's dangerous."
Kazehana's drunkenness vanished completely. She knew that facing an opponent like Karasuba while careless would mean instant death.
She took several steps back, keeping her distance.
"Wind Concealment."
A swirling gust surrounded her, petals scattering through the air, carrying a faint trace of sake.
"Trying to run? That's not happening."
Karasuba licked her lips, eyes gleaming with madness. With a single swing, her sword cleaved through the air—
CRACK!
The whirlwind was sliced cleanly in two, dissolving in a gust of petals and fading breeze, revealing Kazehana's curvaceous, mature silhouette within.
"Come now," Karasuba said, smiling with that same crazed hunger. "Fight me properly."
"You're insane…"
Kazehana sighed, her expression sharpening. "If you're that determined, I suppose I'll have to play with you."
Her slender fingers waved, and the air howled. Thousands of flower petals whirled into a storm, each one shimmering like a blade as they surged toward Karasuba.
"Is that all?" Karasuba's tone was cool, dismissive. Her sword stabbed forward—
BOOM!
A shockwave erupted, tearing through Kazehana's windstorm, scattering debris and petals alike.
Karasuba's form blurred; in the blink of an eye, she appeared at Kazehana's side.
"So full of openings," she whispered, her blade slicing in a perfect crescent arc toward Kazehana's waist—
CLANG!
A crisp metallic chime rang out. A hand had reached between them, two fingers pinching the deadly blade mid-swing.
The sword froze in place.
SHRRRIP!
Though the blade was stopped, its energy still lashed out—slashing through Kazehana's outfit, shredding the fabric into tatters.
"Karasuba," said Goku, his tone half-annoyed, half-amused. "How could you raise your sword against such a beautiful woman? If I'd been a second slower, you might've cut her in half."
His gaze lingered on Kazehana boobs—perhaps a bit too long. 'Still… you've got to admit, Kazehana's figure is really something…'
"Goku," Karasuba replied, eyes shining with excitement, "we meet again. You're even stronger than I expected—to stop my sword with your bare hand…"
Her voice trembled—not from fear, but from the thrill running through her soul.
Then another voice broke in, furious and flustered.
"You—what do you think you're staring at?!"
It was Tsukiumi, storming toward them with fire in her eyes. Behind her followed Miya, Matsu, Kuno, and the others.
"Heh… my bad." Goku rubbed his neck awkwardly, finally tearing his eyes away from Kazehana's boobs and releasing Karasuba's blade.
"If… if you want to look at someone, you can just look at me," Tsukiumi muttered shyly as she reached his side, her face crimson.
Her whisper made Goku's heart skip a beat. These girls were getting bolder by the day. Even for him—it was hard to keep his composure.
"Oh! Karasuba—you're here too!"
Kusano (No.108) cried out with joy, running toward her. Without hesitation, the cheerful little Sekirei threw herself into Karasuba's arms.
Karasuba's bloodlust melted instantly. She smiled—a rare, gentle curve of the lips. "Heh… Kusano. Have you found your Ashikabi yet?"
"Maybe… not yet…"
Kusano's face flushed as she glanced toward Goku, her heart pounding like a drum.
"So… you too?" Karasuba murmured, her gaze shifting toward Miya. "I never imagined you'd be winged. This Ashikabi of yours… really is something special."
"It's true," Miya said softly, smiling. "Even I can hardly believe it. I never thought anyone could replace Takehito in my heart… but he's truly an extraordinary man."
"Heh… then this is getting interesting." Karasuba's eyes narrowed, filled with fighting spirit. "You've even drawn your blade this time…"
Her aura spiked, and she lunged—sword flashing toward Miya.
But before Miya could even react, Goku moved faster.
Two fingers caught the blade mid-swing; a flick to Karasuba's wrist sent the sword flying from her grasp.
"In my presence," Goku said coldly, "no one draws weapons."
CLINK!
The blade split cleanly in two, fragments clattering to the ground.
Karasuba trembled—not with fear, but exhilaration.
"You're incredible… so strong it's terrifying. And that personality—I love it."
Her eyes burned with unrestrained hunger. "Only someone like you deserves to be my Ashikabi."
Her pulse quickened, her body trembling uncontrollably as her desire overwhelmed her reason.
"You truly are… the one fated for me."
Unable to resist any longer, Karasuba threw herself forward, seizing Goku in a fierce, fevered kiss.
Light exploded. The Sekirei crest at her neck blazed to life, shining with icy brilliance. The swordlike energy emanating from her merged with killing intent so intense it warped the air.
"So strong!" Tsukiumi gasped. "When Miya was winged, it was gentle… but this—this is pure chaos!"
Had Goku not been there to contain it, the unleashed energy would have torn the entire area apart.
Karasuba's voice was husky, trembling with ecstasy.
"This… this is the power of being winged… how intoxicating…"
"You're too sly!" Kusano pouted, stamping her foot. "Goku's supposed to be my Ashikabi! I want it too!"
Unable to hold back, she leapt into Goku's arms and pressed her lips to his.
Light flared again—another crest awakened. The wings of light unfolded once more.
"Hehe~ Since you're all being so bold…"
Kazehana stepped forward, her cheeks pink. "Call my name, Goku. From now on—you'll be my Ashikabi too."
Her warm breath brushed against his face; her soft hands cradled his cheeks.
"Stop! You—Goku, what do you think you're doing?!"
Tsukiumi's voice cracked with anger as she finally lost her composure. "How many do you plan to—?!"
Kusano, however, was all sparkles and enthusiasm. "Wow! That's the eleventh! Keep going, Master!"
Tsukiumi nearly exploded. "You—! You silly girl, that's not how this works!"
Meanwhile, Kazehana leaned closer, her tone sultry and trembling.
"Can you feel it? My heartbeat… the warmth in my chest?"
Her voice grew soft, full of affection and longing. "Your strength… your dominance… your resolve to protect the women you love, no matter the cost—I feel it all. That wind you've blown into my heart may be wild and overbearing, but it's warm. It's dependable."
She pulled Goku closer and kissed him.
"Are you two going to keep this up forever?!"
Tsukiumi finally snapped, summoning a torrent of water that came crashing down over them—only to be scattered instantly by a gentle breeze.
"Heh… sorry," Goku chuckled. "Got carried away."
Kazehana smiled, her eyes half-lidded.
"This warmth… it's melting away the last traces of my past. Thank you, Goku. You've freed me from that old love. Meeting you… truly feels like destiny."
A soft wind stirred. Her Sekirei crest glowed, and light blossomed once again—another pair of radiant wings unfurled.
"No.03 Kazehana…" Miya murmured with a gentle smile. "She's so much like me. Goku… you really are something extraordinary."
As the light faded, Kazehana stood radiant, her elegant figure breathtaking. Her eyes met his—tender, devoted.
"Sekirei No.03, Kazehana… acknowledges you as my Ashikabi. Let's begin our new love… together."