A few seconds later Kenshin rolled off the girl and lay beside her, breathing heavily. Aya was still coming to her senses after the incredible orgasm; her chest heaved, her face flushed, sweat appeared on her forehead, and cum flowed from her pussy. A few minutes later she mewed tenderly and pressed herself against Kenshin's broad chest.
"Oh god, that was wonderful! Uuuuf…" the girl exhaled.
"Mm-hm," the young man agreed and stroked her back, pulling her fragile body closer to him.
"You know, I still can't believe what happened to me in the last month. Not long ago I was just an ordinary village girl, and now I'm a beloved wife and young mother with such wonderful husband and son!" Aya declared enthusiastically and laid her head on Kenshin's broad chest again.
Five minutes later Aya was about to get up and check on Ichiro, but was grabbed by the hand.
"You didn't think we were done, did you?" Kenshin asked with a smile.
"Aaaah, oh god, Kenshin, stop…"
****
The following days were similar to the previous ones. Kenshin trained, strengthened and improved formations near the dwelling, got food, and rested with his beloved family.
Aya cooked, washed, and enjoyed the life of a happy young mother.
Ichiro ran, frolicked, and played, constantly pestering his father with various questions and imitating him in everything.
Kenshin still took his wife and child for walks, teaching Ichiro to swim, gather berries, catch rabbits and fish. Little Ichiro was delighted and looked at his father with burning eyes, wanting to grow up quickly and become just as strong.
On the ninth day after Ichiro's birth the wine reached ten-year vintage, and Kenshin set off early in the morning for Shukuba, wanting to sell the wine and buy necessary things.
After kissing his wife goodbye and ruffling little Ichiro's hair, who looked ten years old, Kenshin set off.
By one in the afternoon he reached Shukuba and visited the local wine shop.
Entering the rich shop, Kenshin approached the old man sitting behind the counter and politely asked: "Hello, I heard you're interested in wine. Specifically ten-year vintage wine."
"Hm? Let's say I am. What, you have some?" the old man asked without bothering to greet, looking the young man up and down and deciding this was another peasant looking for easy money who brought wine that had turned to vinegar, stored who knows how long without proper conditions.
"Yes, I do. My late grandfather was a big fan of this wine, and these bottles are definitely over ten years old," Kenshin declared, pulling five bottles of wine from his backpack.
The old man's sceptical look changed to surprise after seeing the condition of the bottles. They were in perfect preservation but with the patina of time. The old man reached out, took one bottle, held it to the light, stroked the glass, carefully examined the cork, and declared: "Five hundred ryo each, total 2500 ryo."
"Agreed!" Kenshin said, trying to hide the joy that arose.
Leaving the wine shop, Kenshin in high spirits headed to other shops, planning to buy some things for himself, Aya, and Ichiro. Then he stopped by a shinobi goods shop and bought two kunai and ten shuriken.
Of the earned 2500 ryo only 500 remained in the young man's hands, and his high spirits dropped a bit. He had a snack at a local eatery and headed home, making a detour and stopping by one of the villages, buying ten bottles of wine there. Somehow loading them into two bags, he mentally thanked the "system" for such wonderful formations that could halve the weight.
Kenshin returned home at seven in the evening, stopping several times to rest. At home he was met by Ichiro and Aya; the girl wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips, and the boy hugged his father, burying his head in his stomach.
****
Fifteen days after Ichiro's birth Kenshin suddenly realised that his son would no longer grow up accelerated. This happened when Kenshin was lying in the living room and thought about shouting to ask Ichiro to bring cold compote.
"Right away, father," a voice suddenly came from the kitchen.
Kenshin was stunned and jumped off the sofa, shouting: "Ichiro, come here."
"Yes, father," he shouted and came into the living room.
"Where's my compote?" Kenshin thought, deciding to check something.
"Oh, I'll bring it now," Ichiro said and turned, taking a step.
"Stop. Did you notice that part of our conversation is happening when I'm not opening my mouth?" Kenshin asked.
"Hm, indeed…" Ichiro scratched the back of his head.
"Try thinking something addressed to me," Kenshin said mentally to his son.
"Mm, I don't know what to think…" came into Kenshin's head.
"There, good boy. Now let's practice mental communication…"
A few hours later Kenshin and Ichiro learned to communicate mentally using telepathy, and Kenshin understood that his firstborn had finally fully grown up.
Ichiro had grown into a strong, pumped-up guy 180 centimetres tall. Outwardly he very much resembled Kenshin, except for his eyes—they were blue like his mother's.
Kenshin noted that Ichiro had somehow learned to read and write and knew many words and terms that no one had taught him. Writing it all off to the tricks of the "system", Kenshin threw it out of his head. In Ichiro's "status" only one point had changed since the last time. Now his age had stopped at 20 years and stopped growing rapidly.
Aya was pregnant with their second child and was due any day, so she rested more and moved less. Ichiro handled the simplest household chores, but from this day Kenshin decided to involve his son in completely different matters and invited him to the gym.
"Put on the gloves," Kenshin said and threw his son special gloves with finger cutouts and fist protection.