Summoned as a Heroic Spirit in Anime World

"Huh? It doesn't hurt?"

Marikawa Shizuku blinked in surprise, seemingly amazed that she hadn't been injured after falling from such a height.

Then, she noticed Kaito beneath her.

With a cheerful cry of "Sensei!", she wrapped her arms around Kaito's head.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell which head was bigger—hers or Kaito's.

It wasn't until Shizuku had been clinging to Kaito for a while that Yotsuya Miko and Saeko Busujima finally snapped out of their shock. Their faces turned red as they watched the three heads pressing against each other.

"Marikawa-sensei!"

"Marikawa-sensei!"

Miko and Saeko worked together, putting in a great deal of effort to pull Shizuku off Kaito.

Even then, Shizuku kept struggling, saying things like "Don't separate me from Sensei!", which was quite a headache.

"I'll take Marikawa-sensei upstairs to change," Saeko said.

Although she really wanted to stay with Kaito, she knew that Miko, with her limited strength and physique, wouldn't be able to handle Shizuku on her own.

"Nooo, Sensei! Sensei!!!"

Shizuku wailed, but Saeko, like the cold-hearted villainess in a drama, mercilessly dragged her upstairs.

Meanwhile, Miko glanced at Kaito, her eyes briefly lingering on his pants. Her face flushed as she began to wonder if she could handle...

"Miko, help me up."

"Ah, yes!"

Miko's face turned even redder as she hurried over to help Kaito up.

"Has she always been like this?"

"Marikawa-sensei is usually a bit airheaded, but I've never seen her act like this before."

Kaito shook his head, looking genuinely helpless.

Seeing this, Miko felt she had misunderstood her sensei.

She had thought Kaito had intentionally not moved to avoid the collision, but if he hadn't, Shizuku would have been seriously hurt!

The incident with the "meat missile" was quickly forgotten.

Before long, Saeko returned with Shizuku, who was now fully dressed.

"Sensei!"

Shizuku entered the room with a pout, clearly still upset about being pulled away from Kaito earlier.

However, as soon as she saw Kaito sitting in the living room, her unhappiness vanished, and she spread her arms wide, ready to pounce again.

Saeko immediately grabbed Shizuku, and Miko nervously stood in front of Kaito, as if Shizuku were about to attack him.

"Please respect Sensei, Marikawa-sensei!"

She actually respects me quite a lot...

Kaito coughed lightly.

Although he wouldn't mind experiencing another "meat missile" attack, he decided to maintain his dignity as a teacher.

"Alright, settle down."

"Sit properly."

"I have something to say."

At his words, Shizuku pouted but obediently knelt down with Miko and Saeko in front of Kaito.

Kaito sat on the sofa, his gaze sweeping over the three of them. When his eyes landed on Miko's chest, he couldn't help but shake his head internally.

Everything is relative.

Miko, who had a decent figure for a high school girl, looked almost flat compared to Saeko and Shizuku.

"Saeko."

"Why are you here?"

"Yes!"

Saeko bowed her head respectfully. "I also wish to become your disciple, Sensei."

"Please accept me!"

"That's fine, but let me check your potential first."

"Stand up."

"Yes!"

Saeko stood up, her eyes filled with respect as she looked at Kaito.

Kaito walked over and placed his hand on various parts of Saeko's body, then shook his head.

"You're not suited for the Thunder Spell."

Saeko wasn't too disappointed.

She hadn't been particularly interested in the Thunder Spell to begin with.

For her, swordsmanship was everything!

"I want to learn swordsmanship from you."

Kaito shook his head again.

"I'm not planning to take on any swordsmanship disciples for now."

Taking Miko and Shizuku as disciples was just a casual decision.

Teaching the Thunder Spell was one thing.

Once he guided them into the basics and taught them the cultivation methods, his role as their teacher would be largely done.

But taking on a swordsmanship disciple would require a lot more commitment.

If he were to be responsible, he'd have to guide Saeko in her training every day.

As a lazy person, Kaito couldn't be bothered with such a repetitive task, even if his disciple had an incredible figure and looks.

But if he weren't responsible, that would be unethical.

Saeko's eyes dimmed, and her expression became unusually dejected.

"Don't look so down."

"You can ask me if you have any questions in the future."

"When I have time, I can still give you some guidance."

"Since you're here, I'll be giving Miko and Shizuku a medicinal bath to help them begin their cultivation. Even though you're not suited for the Thunder Spell, you can join them. It'll be beneficial for your body."

Hearing this, Saeko didn't push further and managed a faint smile.

"Yes."

"I'll follow your instructions."

...

Shizuku's family was quite wealthy.

Even some rare medicinal ingredients were procured through Saeko's connections with the Busujima family.

Soon, in the bathroom of Shizuku's house...

Although Shizuku's home wasn't as large as the Tohsaka estate, it was still bigger than an average villa. The bathroom on the first floor had a custom-built bathtub that could fit five or six people.

Kaito decided to use the bathtub as a medicinal bath.

He tossed in various herbs, some cheap, some expensive, and filled the tub with hot water.

After boiling the herbs to release their properties, he adjusted the water temperature.

"The three of you, take off your clothes."

"We have to take off our clothes?"

Miko was flustered.

But before Kaito could answer, she heard the sound of clothes being removed.

Turning her head, she saw...

"You... you two..."

Not only had Shizuku, the airheaded school nurse who had already given Kaito a show once, stripped completely, but Saeko had also efficiently removed her clothes.

Feeling Miko's shocked gaze, Saeko looked at her with a hint of confusion.

"Is there a problem?"

Isn't there a problem?!

Miko felt her worldview was being severely challenged.

This was a difference in upbringing.

For someone like Saeko, who came from an ancient aristocratic family and a prestigious swordsmanship lineage, the idea of "secret techniques not being shared lightly" was deeply ingrained.

Now, Kaito was not only sharing his knowledge but also generously offering to help them with their cultivation and teach them the Thunder Spell.

This was an opportunity many could only dream of.

Taking off their clothes was nothing.

Some noble families would even offer their wives and daughters to Kaito in exchange for his teachings.

"Miko."

"Don't be shy!"

Shizuku, noticing Miko's embarrassment, cheerfully pounced on her and started undressing her.

Kaito heard Miko's protests—"No!", "Marikawa-sensei, you're a pervert!"—but he didn't turn around. After all, when he used the Thunder Spell to help them with their cultivation, he'd see everything anyway.

Before long, the noise died down.

Only Shizuku's shameless laughter—"Miko, your figure is quite nice!"—and Miko's soft whimpers could be heard.

Soon, under Saeko's guidance, the room quieted down.

Saeko led the two women to stand behind Kaito.

"We're ready."

Kaito nodded without turning around. "Then get in."

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