11 Training

Day 9

I don’t give a f*ck about them, but they keep giving me food. Refusing would be stupid. I decided to use them as long as they still have resources. 

***

“Should we train a bit?” Jiushi asked Ace. 

“Sure, where does your sudden impulse come from?”

Jiushi blinked his eyes, “Because reasons.”

Ace patted Jiushi’s head gently. Meanwhile, Harem God had run off to gather more questionable magazines. As the two had no need for those, they decided to stay back. 

It may be underhanded, but they had attached a tracking talisman on Harem God, when they sat together the other day. Wherever he would go, they could track him easily. 

Because their persistent surveillance ended, the relationship between the two parties eased even more. However, it had been over a week and there was no sign of their sought after artifact. 

To put it bluntly, they were just lazing around and eating like pigs all day. It was nice to slack off, but the two knew that they couldn’t wallow in these peaceful days forever. 

In the beginning, they had put their daily training on hold, because Jiushi was recuperating. Even if the process was slower on earth than it was on the other side, his magic core had finally stabilized. Hence, there was no reason to keep delaying. Especially now when Jiushi had to adapt to his weakened ability.

Both stood face to face and took in their stance. Jiushi closed his eyes while Ace slowed his breathing.

One, two, three seconds went by.

Sssshh~

Ace disappeared, but Jiushi continued to stand calmly. It was in this moment, when Harem God returned, that an unbelievable scene played right before his eyes.

A fist out of thin air appeared and lunged for Jiushi, who leisurely deflected it with a flick of his palm. But that was just the beginning. After a series of fast punches, the invisible force sent out small sparks of lightning and fireballs at an increasing pace.

It looked like a scene out of an isekai anime, because Jiushi dodged everything with closed eyes. He was like a damn cool protagonist in the middle of training. Harem God naturally figured out the identity of the invisible force and didn’t step in.

Even if he did, he couldn’t do anything. In the time he dodged the first attack, another attack would have already landed on him. He wasn’t skilled enough to detect the charge of the opponent beforehand.

And it frustrated him to the bone. 

Before he had met them, he thought of himself as pretty strong. After all, he had defended off several wild animals all by himself in the last few years. His confidence wasn’t without ground, but that was in the past, when supernatural abilities weren’t added to the quotation.

Me too. With my mana pool…

Harem God pondered with gnashed teeth. While being away, he didn’t only search for adult stuff, but he also tried to cast some magic. Without guidance, he obviously failed to even circulate his spiritual and elemental energy in his meridians; which made him feel even more indignant towards the other two.

Both Ace and Jiushi naturally knew that Harem God was close by through «Perception» a basic skill for every warrior. But rather than stopping, the pair didn’t conceal their power or training regime in the slightest.

Harem God watched from beginning to end. From his observation, the two definitely used some tricks or had a pretty useful skill. Since he had nothing to do, Harem God tried to imitate Jiushi.

But unlike Jiushi he just squatted down onto the ground and freed himself from unnecessary thoughts. In the instant he reached the stage of ataraxia, a disruption occurred. The sparse spiritual energy in the air suddenly started to circulate in a certain pattern with Harem God in the center.

By the time, Harem God snapped out of his trance, both men stood before him. They were observing him and just when he wanted to scream an imaginary “F*ck off” in his mind, he got praised by them.

“Well done,” Jiushi said curtly.

“Hm, not everyone can learn circulation all on his own just by watching. That’s great, Harem God,” Ace praised him with a big smile.

Harem God didn’t quite understand the situation, but he just got worshipped (not really) so he was in a good mood.

F*ck, of course I am. I’m a God.

His smug grin was unmistakable. The moment he wanted to stand up, Ace grabbed his hand and put a bonbon in his palm.

“A little reward,” Ace slyly added.

In response, the other glared at him like he was a retard. Harem God thought, broke ass as if I would eat your disgusting bonbon. 

But reality looked quite different, his expression resembled a happy and coy little boy who just received praise from his parents.

***

Day 12

Today, the older c*nt gave me cookies. I gave him a glare but still took on his offer. That guy must love sweet stuff since he always drank mead or made sweets for dessert. Only one thing was strange. Just why would he shove all the stuff to me?

The other guy, Moshi, was less annoying. Maybe it’s because he’s younger than me or because he’s not very talkative.

***

Nearly two weeks past since the three men started their cooperation. But one thing remained stagnant since the beginning— Harem God still hadn’t spoken to them. 

“That’s odd,” Jiushi said while gnawing on a spicy rice cracker. “His injury should be healed by now.”

Ace, who carefully grilled another rice cracker on a small charcoal grill, was puzzled as well, “Maybe he fibbed to us, because he was embarrassed.”

“He?” 

Jiushi squatted down next to Ace. He couldn’t imagine the man who brazenly called himself ‘Harem God’, and ask for ‘f*p material’ with a serious face could ever be embarrassed by such a trivial thing. 

Thus, he asked curiously, “Why would he?”

“Because of his pride as a man.” Ace paused to turn around the fragrant rice crackers, then faced Jiushi and opened his mouth. The latter glared daggers into his boyfriend for stopping his explanation mid-way, but he still fed him the half-eaten rice cracker.

“Ace, explain,” Jiushi demanded after getting his fingers licked by the other man.

Ace smiled mischievously as he let the cat out of the bag. “He probably can’t admit that he forgot how to talk properly, after being alone for so long. Showing a weakness to strangers would hurt his pride and self-esteem. Every man would react this way.”

“I wouldn’t though,” Jiushi intensified his glare, “And I’m definitely a man too; Both you and me can attest to it.”

“Haha, of course, of course. But my Jiushi is an exception, you’re always perfect. So you don’t have that problem by default,” Ace talked himself out.

Jiushi pursed his lips lightly, but let that topic drop. Instead, he stretched out his empty hand. 

Ace naturally understood his intention and picked up a rice cracker that was ready. Before he passed over the hot snack, he wrapped it up with great care; Letting his lover’s hand get burnt was out of question after all. 

Jiushi accepted the cracker with a coy “Thanks” and blew the crispy surface a few times, before taking a bite. Satisfaction showed on his face with the spread of umami-taste in his mouth. His eyes then swept over the remaining amount of raw rice crackers.

Ace instantly caught up what was going on in his head and leisurely explained, “They are for Harem God too.”

Jiushi swallowed the food in his mouth, “Why do you give him so many snacks?”

He didn’t reply instantly, but grinned first before saying, “‘Cause he looks like a little puppy when I give him food.”

“Pfft—” Jiushi held back his laughter; his body shivered from restraining himself. “Don’t, don’t tell him that face to face, or...”

“Come on. I’d never tell him.” Ace defended himself.

“Time for me to tell him then.”

“Tsk. At times like this you’re so uncute.” Ace complained while ruffling through the head with snow-white hair.

They weren’t even aware of their excessive PDA. Neither was Harem God, who was still clueless about their relationship.

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