Traveler Of The Multiverse

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Hiratsuka looked at Sora with teary eyes, her hand wishing to touch the place Sora's arm used to be at. Her heart felt like it was stabbed by numerous needles, pain filled her knowing that Sora had lost an arm.

"Kamiyama-kun… no… Sora. Come here," said Hiratsuka as she spread her arms wide and brought Sora into her embrace.

Sora looked at Hiratsuka for a bit before just sighing. He gave a small smile and let Hiratsuka hug him.

"There was a terrible earthquake earlier," muttered Hiratsuka as she held Sora tightly.

Despite feeling sad for Sora losing an arm, Hiratsuka felt warm on the inside as she intimately held Sora. Her hands over his chest and Sora's head resting in between her b.r.e.a.s.ts. Sharing each others' heat, Hiratsuka felt incomparably happy.

"It was bad," said Sora as he smiled wryly knowing that he caused the earthquake.

"Saki and I were moving around the house picking up the stuff that had fallen onto the floor," she muttered as her hand unconsciously caressed Sora's chest muscles.

Sora's hand moved over to Hiratsuka's exposed thigh.

Like the previous tutoring nights, Hiratsuka had come to his house with a skirt, revealing her beautiful long legs. This time she wore no leggings, leaving her bareskin to be feasted on by Sora's eyes and hand.

She wore high heels over Sora's to house, after removing them at the entrance of his house, Hiratsuka's dainty feet hung off to the side. Her white button shirt was look and thin, allowing Sora to easily feel Hiratsuka's bra and parts of her b.r.e.a.s.ts on the sides of his head.

Sitting up right, Sora shifted over to Hiratsuka's right.

He stood up right, his hand still on Hiratsuka's thigh. Hiratsuka's hand moved over to Sora's hand, instead of pushing it away, she rubbed Sora's hand instead.

Her gaze was on Sora's face, a slight flushed look appeared on her face as she inched closer unknowingly.

Sora moved forward too.

"I feel… warm..." muttered Hiratsuka as her eyes slowly closed, her lips coming closer to Sora's.

"Mm..."

Both Sora and Hiratsuka had their eyes closed as they indulged themselves in the kiss.

"I… mm… need… mmm…. To go..." gasped Hiratsuka in between kisses. Her face flushed as she tried pushing Sora away weakly, still wishing for more kisses. 'Someone should have told me kisses would taste and feel so good!'

Hiratsuka felt weak in Sora's arm and under his kisses.

Falling into temptation once more, Hiratsuka kissed Sora some more. Hiratsuka only stopped when she heard Sora talk.

"Stay the night in one of the guest rooms. It's already late," said Sora as he ran his fingers through Hiratsuka's hair.

"No… I… I have to go," muttered Hiratsuka with a red face. She stood up wobbly, yet she felt her panties wet and struggled to move a bit without dripping onto the floor. Regretting having worn skirts, Hiratsuka wished she could get into her pants.

She had only started wearing skirts for teasing Sora, yet now it backfired on her. The only times she would wear skirts would be the ones that are part of a dress, only wearing them for a party.

"You're free to wash your clothes here," said Sora with a smile, knowing exactly what Hiratsuka's problem is. He could smell that sweet nectar of hers from where he was as clear as day.

Hiratsuka blushed and grit her teeth, "I'll stay the night."

Sora headed up after telling Hiratsuka where the bathroom, the washing room, and her guest room were. He handed her a towel and some of his clothes to her.

Entering his Realm of the Violet Jade Immortal, Sora recalled back all of his clones and took in their knowledge and insights. In an instant, Sora gained instant mastery over all types of Wills, Martial Arts essence, and even many other things.

Since Sora had his clones study every single Dao word, he understood and further mastered every single thing he knew.

Cultivation Manuals… techniques… skills… immortal arts… alchemy… smithing… tailoring… blades… blunt weapons… cooking… pills… potions… running… walking… anything that could possibly have profundity.

Even taming, s.e.x, Earth, Metal, Air, Water, and every other element.

Sora sat down in front of the sea and calmly reviewed all the stuff his clones had studied. Slowly, Sora immersed himself into a meditative state as he focused on reviewing everything.

…

"Goodbye! Travel safely to school," said Sora as he waved goodbye to both Hiratsuka and Saki. They left together for school since Hiratsuka had a car.

After seeing off Hiratsuka and Saki, Sora was about to head over to the meeting place for the Kengan Annihilation Tournament but stopped.

Sora left a note in the kitchen about how he will be gone for almost a whole week. He left the house with a silver Tang robe in a bag and went over to the Tachibana's household for a quick visit.

Ding!

"Sora, you've come to visit! You didn't come yesterday," m.o.a.ned Kyouka with a red face as she looked at Sora.

"I ran into some trouble," said Sora, smiling at the beautiful woman. "Are the girls home?"

"No, they left early today for school," said the mother welcoming Sora in.

Sora politely refused and instead said, "I have some important things to do this whole week and I won't be able to come visit like I always do."

"Awh..." Kyouka pouted and hugged Sora.

"I'll make sure to make it up to you," said Sora, caressing Kyouka's hair.

"You better," sighed Kyouka after taking in a deep breath of Sora's wonderful nature and life filled scent.

Chuckling, Sora gently pushed Kyouka away and pulled out three things from his pocket. They were three boxes wrapped with decorated paper and a ribbon. Sora didn't say much and handed them over to Kyouka.

Sora turned around and left, "I'll see you in a week!"

It wasn't until Sora turned to leave that Kyouka had finally noticed Sora's missing arm.

"Ah..."

Kyouka stumbled back in shock, her eyes widened and revealed a sad look within them. She covered her mouth in shock and tears began streaming down her cheeks.

'He's so manly to be able to still look happy despite losing an arm!' thought Kyouka as she clutched the three gifts closer. She wiped the tears off her face and felt her body heat up at the thought of Sora turning manly.

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Arriving at the meeting place at night, Sora had already slipped into his martial clothes, the Tang suit robe.

He walked around aimlessly before finally finding a huge group of people. Sora was about to ignore them until he noticed Mihono amidst them with a nervous look on her face as she looked left and right in search of something.

Sora smiled and made his way through all the people and stood behind Mihono.

"What a beautiful ojou-sama," Sora whispered in her ear.

"Hiii!" in fear, Mihono jumped to the side and looked at who it was. "Y-you! Don't do it again, I was waiting for you. It's not nice to scare a young woman like myself."

"Haha, it was such a nice opportunity though," said Sora as he rubbed his chin with a smile.

Mihono sulked looking at Sora, she was about to retort before noticing the dangling arm sleeve at his side. Furrowing her eyebrows, she nudged Sora a bit with her elbow before saying, "Put on your clothes correctly."

Sora turned to look at her and followed her eyesight, "I only have one arm now though."

"What? That's impossible, I saw you with an arm just two days ago," muttered Mihono absentmindedly.

"A lot can happen in just two days," said Sora with a profound look.

"Wo-won't we lose like this?" Mihono began to panic after realizing that Sora wasn't joking around.

"Nonsense. I can easily take on everyone here with one hand behind my back," said Sora with a look of ridicule as he looked at everyone.

"But then you'd have no hands to land punches!" noted Mihono.

Sora smirked and looked forward, "Who said I needed hands to defeat an opponent."

"We're screwed..." muttered Mihono as a gloomy air surrounded her.

[Thank you for waiting!]

A group of men in black suits stood at the front of everyone, attracting everyone's attention with a yell.

[Those with invitations are welcomed to board the Kengan cruise ship!] yelled the man in the center of everyone.

The man gestured to a huge cruise ship to his right. It was huge and was one of the best cruise sh.i.p.s available. Lined with anything a person could possibly need.

Sora furrowed his eyebrows, turning to look at Mihono, "You… don't have an invitation, do you?"

Mihono widened her eyes and turned to look to the side nervously.

Sighing, Sora heard someone mention something about not having an invitation.

[If you don't have an invitation, then head on over to the other ship.]

The man gestured to his left and a worn-out ship entered the eyes of every fighter and employer.

Sora looked at the ship and realized what was happening. With a nasty light in his eyes, Sora revealed an excited expression on his face.

After a couple of minutes, Sora and Mihono were separated.

Sora was in an area below the deck of the worn-out ship and Mihono was on top, looking at him through some glass. Before they were separated, Sora told Mihono what will be happening and the stuff that might be on the top part of the ship.

What he had told her to do, was to bet as much as possible on him.

Once they were separated, Sora took a seat next to the entrance, waiting for the event to begin.

Not long after sitting down, Sora saw a man of above-average height and has an extremely athletic build. His most notable trait is his mop of messy, dark brown hair that has been compared to seaweed. In addition, the man possesses a narrow gaze that exudes both confidence and general indifference.

Looking at the man, Sora easily found what martial art the man was practicing. Sora stood up and approached the man with a hand behind his back.

"You're pretty strong," said Sora, approaching the man.

Sora had seen the Niko Style among the millions of martial arts he knows, it wasn't so to say powerful or very famous. It was just a martial art Sora deems above-average compared to the millions of mystical martial arts he knows.

All he had seen so far were just average and below average martial arts. Seeing the man before him practicing an above average martial art just intrigued him. However, despite intriguing him, Sora shook his head in disappointment seeing how the man had overdrafted his body, most specifically his heart.

Sora knew of many martial techniques, cultivation techniques, Immortal Arts, and martial arts that did stuff like that. Some more perfect than others, and the rest were life threatening.

Scorning Mantra was similar, but it didn't just make the heart work hard, it put pressure on the body to pull out more strength and the potential, as well as making the mind work faster and many other organs. Which results in an all-rounded growth that won't damage the body unless practiced incorrectly.

"What is a kid doing here?" asked the man, looking at Sora.

Sora's lip twitched at the man's words and sighed, "I'm a fighter here as well."

"A small kid like you?" asked the man with a disbelieving look on his face.

"Indeed. I won't say much, but I hope to see you after the end of this event," said Sora as he looked at the man with a subtle grin.

"Ohma." A soft and mature voice broke in, calling for the man next Sora.

Both turning to the side to look at the woman that called for the man, Sora was glad to see another beauty.

A beautiful young woman with blonde hair and brown eyes. She wears glasses and a long sleeve shirt with a blazer that is fully buttoned. Her most notable feature is her big bust.

Sora smiled seeing the woman handing the man a water bottle. She glanced at Sora before having her eyes remain on Sora's youthful and handsome/cute face. The woman felt like she couldn't remove her gaze from Sora before being called by Ohma.

"What do you think of 'this situation', Kaede?"

Breaking out of the trance that felt like hours, she turned to Ohma with a slight fl.u.s.tered look.

"Situation?" asked Kaede. Her eyes trailed back over to Sora, wondering why such a 16 year old is in the fighters area.

Bang!