On the first day of his scheduled spar with Uchiha Inaho, Ryosuke woke up early and dove into his One Punch Man-style training, steadily honing his physical condition.
By noon, after thoroughly washing off the dirt and sweat, he gave himself time to rest. Balance between exertion and recovery was key. So, come evening, he made his way toward the center of Konoha for a stroll.
The Uchiha compound lay in a quiet, secluded corner of the village. After a quick wash-up, Ryosuke briskly headed toward the bustling Konoha streets.
As he passed a small wooden house, a woman with crimson eyes and dressed in a kimono was already waiting for him—it was Kurenai Yuhi.
Over the past month, Ryosuke hadn't just been training his body. In the evenings, he often loitered near Kurenai's home and, whenever the opportunity arose, invited her out for a walk.
Thanks to this effort, they'd grown much more familiar—friends, probably.
Of course, Ryosuke had his own motives. He hadn't forgotten the other system prompt: "Become stronger by having children."
And Kurenai was his first target. If a woman is willing to go out shopping or walking with you, that relationship has promise. The key was how to move it forward.
Sometimes the line between friends and lovers is razor-thin.
And often, that thin line is physical contact.
A friend stays a friend, distant and unchanging. But once physical intimacy enters the picture, feelings can escalate fast. After that, the final step becomes inevitable.
Everything would fall into place naturally.
Kurenai's face lit up with a smile when she saw that familiar, handsome figure walking toward her.
A month ago, Ryosuke's biggest appeal was simply his looks.
Now, after training with Might Guy, his body was even stronger and more sculpted—still attractive, but now with a magnetic physique. She was relieved he hadn't become overly bulky like Guy; instead, his physique had a refined strength and beauty to it.
Kurenai had lost her father when she was young, and as a result, she didn't have many people she could truly open up to.
Though her peers didn't mock her, their eyes often betrayed some level of condescension—maybe because she grew up fatherless.
But Ryosuke didn't look at her that way.
That was why she agreed to go out walking with him.
After a long day of work, her evenings alone could be lonely. Walking through the streets of Konoha with Ryosuke helped ease the solitude, and the night scenery in the village was always pleasant.
Ryosuke finally arrived at her side and asked with a smile:
"Want to go for a walk together?"
"Sure," she replied immediately. After all, she had waited there on purpose, hoping he would invite her.
They strolled side by side down the streets of Konoha.
Kurenai felt something in his presence that drew her in—a vibe that put her at ease and lifted her mood.
However, with so many people still around, she felt a little shy about getting too close.
They didn't stop to eat or buy anything, instead chatting casually and walking aimlessly.
Gradually, the number of pedestrians began to thin out.
Seizing the moment, Kurenai suddenly slipped both arms around Ryosuke's arm and held on tightly.
The raw masculinity in his scent washed over her like a wave.
Even as she relished the feeling, Kurenai kept a cautious eye on his reaction, afraid he might be displeased.
Ryosuke was stunned by her sudden move.
He had been planning to initiate some physical contact himself to move the relationship forward—yet she had taken the initiative.
From the touch against his arm, he could feel the softness of her chest pressing into him.
It made him jolt with energy.
Kurenai, seeing no resistance in his expression, quietly exhaled in relief.
Even she was startled by her own boldness. But his scent, his presence—it stirred something inside her that made her act on instinct.
She couldn't help herself.
Meanwhile, Ryosuke noticed that there were still a few people on the street—hardly the right place for what he had in mind.
So, he decided to take Kurenai to a nearby quiet grove.
Kurenai followed him willingly into the shadowy thicket.
The trees were dense here, and the streetlights far away. It was nearly deserted.
She still clung to his arm, intoxicated by his scent and warmth.
Ryosuke decided it was time to act.
He turned and embraced her, pressing his lips to hers.
Kurenai's eyes widened in shock.
Her first kiss—gone.
But after the initial surprise came a wave of unfamiliar but entrancing sensation.
It was even more intoxicating than Ryosuke's scent.
If it was with him, she didn't mind this kind of contact.
Closing her eyes, she gave in to the feeling.
Inside, she felt a shy flutter. Was she truly yearning for a man?
Compared to Asuma's constant smell of tobacco that always repelled her, Ryosuke's scent was so much more pleasant.
Soon, she felt his hands slip under her clothing, kneading her soft curves.
Though startled, the sensation brought comfort and pleasure.
Ryosuke really seemed to like that part of her.
The realization filled her with a strange happiness.
Ryosuke was equally moved.
Perhaps she was drawn to his physical energy—but he too was captivated by her allure.
Her body was soft and fragrant.
She was the real deal.
Her curves, especially under the loose kimono, were soft and just the right size to fit in his palms.
When she wore her usual green flak jacket, he hadn't noticed—but now, in the light fabric, he could feel everything.
Before long, Ryosuke was ready to take things further.
After all, children were the key to power.
And here they were, in a secluded grove…
Should he go all the way right now?