Aaron Wei wasn't particularly fond of obediently following any order. He was the Little Tyrant. The Protege! No way in hell he was going to obey anyone with a happy-go-lucky smile and follow through. There was always an insult or complaint ready to be thrown at those who try to order him around, specifically those who gave orders that didn't please him. Spriggan work, good. Doing meaningless tasks for his boss, not good. Most of the time, they were jests. The other times... well, someone needed to piss him off for real venom to fill his words.
And someone managed to do just that right now.
In front of the redhead playboy was none other than the Silver Princess— Shizuna Rem Misurugi. A woman who not only gave him and Arkride Solutions one pain in the ass fight, but also the woman who asked, no, ordered him to come with her to Longlai for something related to the eastern martial arts of swordsmanship. He didn't have time to refuse or complain, though. The woman basically dragged him from Edith to Longlai in just a few hours!
Now, here they were. The two stood on the mountain grounds, swords in hand as they circled each other.
"Tell me why the hell do you want to fight me again? Weren't you interested in the old man?"
"Van's a martial artist, not a swordsman. His weapon might resemble a sword, but this won't work if he was my opponent." Shizuna explained, dragging the blade of her odachi on the ground, a smirk slowly forming on her face.
"What exactly won't work? Fighting you of all people is the last thing I wanna do today. Hell, you already pissed me off by dragging me out here when I had plans in meeting up with a few people!" Despite his twitching brow, he gave her a grin. A very annoyed grin anyway.
"If you were planning on going on dates with a few women back in Edith, I'll be able to compensate you, don't worry." Her answer didn't help quell his annoyance and anger. Shizuna raised her odachi in front of her head, an aura surrounding her. "Now, come at me!"
"Tch. You better have enough booze to compensate for this bs!"
With a battle cry, Aaron darted towards the Divine Blade with reckless abandon and speed that was difficult to keep track of. But for Shizuna, it was a piece of cake. Her sky-blue eyes followed his movements with ease as she turned to the left and reeled her blade back. Swinging, steel met steel as a bright light enveloped the two swordsmen.
"Gah! What the?!"
"Hehe... Let's see how effective this type of training is~!"
Aaron's consciousness began to sleep as the darkness took hold of his vision. His senses dulled, distorted, and revived as quick as they vanished. He could feel a strange heaviness on his body. If he had to be specific, it was like two huge melons were laid on his chest while lying down. Opening his eyes slowly, the playboy saw the blue body of the skies with locks of silver that covered his face. His grogginess left in a hurry with confusion taking its place. Last time he checked he had crimson hair!
He sat up as he felt the most wonderful sensation he had ever felt today. A jiggle, two to be precise, came from his chest. He immediately looked down at himself, and without thinking, he screamed.
"I have tits! What the fuck?!"
His body was nothing like a man's and so were his clothes. The Little Tyrant's muscular frame was now a figure with curves that could make women jealous and men take mental shots. He wore a skin-tight black combat suit that emphasized the size of his breasts and how curvy he now was, a white jacket accompanied the black outfit. Aaron brought up his hands to see them small and feminine, but there were still callouses from wielding a sword on his palms.
The playboy gritted his teeth and stared at his crotch. He may have felt a bit of hesitation, but his right hand certainly had none. Giving it a quick stroke, a shiver passed his body as he held back something he wanted to leave his throat. His cheeks were heating up, as well as his temper. He lost something important... his treasured blade gone and switched with the treasured scabbard!
"Don't tell me... that little... No, my voice!" To his horror, Aaron recognized the voice that kept leaving his lips. "Misurugi did this! Why the hell would she give me her body?!"
He bellowed and shot up from the ground, which caused his breasts to bounce. The blush on his cheeks couldn't get redder as Aaron held his new chest in place, groaning with a scowl. His eyes wandered to look for the Divine Blade, who was very likely in his body, only to find nothing in sight.
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