The morning light spilled through the tall windows of the mansion's training room, bouncing off polished wood and steel swords lined neatly along the wall. Izuku stretched his arms, feeling the familiar ache of yesterday's intensive rooftop session, and inhaled the crisp scent of fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen below. Momo leaned casually against the railing of the balcony overlooking the room, arms crossed, her black hair catching the sunlight like liquid silk.
"Already up, Izuku?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice. "I thought you'd still be lying on the floor somewhere after yesterday."
He grinned, picking up one of Zoro's swords and twirling it experimentally. "I'm not letting a little soreness stop me," he said. "We have to be ready for UA. And besides, I've got to master all of this before anything else."
From the kitchen, Isabella's voice called out. "Breakfast won't wait forever, you know. If you keep swinging those swords around, you might break the floorboards."
Izuku lowered the sword and waved. "I can handle it! Besides, training is part of breakfast too, right?"
"Don't push it," Isabella said, entering the room in a flowing robe that hinted at the curves of her body beneath, her hair perfectly styled even in the morning light. "I'll watch for your form, though. You need the feedback."
Inko appeared next, moving silently from the adjacent hallway, her presence calm yet commanding. "I've set up a few drills in the garden as well," she said, eyes scanning him critically. "Balance, speed, and stamina. You'll rotate between rooftop sword training and garden agility exercises. And don't forget your Haki practice."
"I'm ready," Izuku said, shoulders back, chest tightening with anticipation. Rei, leaning against the balcony rail beside Momo, added with a small smirk, "I'll keep score. Let's see if you're really as strong as you think you are."
The system pinged softly in his mind, overlaying his vision with metrics: stamina, sword precision, speed, Haki awareness, and emotional metrics with the harem. Each glance, each word, each subtle touch from the women nearby registered and affected his devotion and focus scores.
They moved to the garden first. Cones and dummies were arranged for footwork and reflex drills. Inko demonstrated a series of rapid pivots, her movements fluid and graceful. "Keep your center of gravity low," she instructed. "Speed is useless if your balance falters."
Izuku mirrored her movements, feeling the muscles in his legs burn pleasantly as he pivoted and lunged, dodging imaginary attacks. Momo moved around him, correcting posture and stance, her hands brushing his arm now and then as she adjusted his shoulders. "Not bad," she murmured, leaning closer than necessary, her hair brushing his cheek. "But your footwork still has room to improve."
"Got it," he said, a flush rising to his cheeks. "I'll fix it."
They moved to the rooftop next, swords in hand. Isabella demonstrated a combo of slashes and blocks, her strength evident in every precise movement. "Speed and accuracy, Izuku. Don't just swing; anticipate and read your target."
He mirrored her movements, and Rei joined in, offering subtle distractions and feints, forcing him to react quickly. "Keep your eyes sharp," she teased. "Or I'll have to make you pay for that sloppy dodge."
Between swings, they exchanged light dialogue.
"Do you really think I can keep up with all of you?" Izuku asked, sweat dripping down his temple.
Momo smiled, leaning against the railing. "You have to. UA won't go easy on you, and neither will we."
Rei's lips curved in a grin. "You'll either get better or get humbled. Choose wisely."
Isabella's voice softened slightly. "But don't forget why we're here. We're helping you, yes, but we're also preparing ourselves. You're the center, Izuku, and that's a responsibility you carry for all of us."
The sun climbed higher, heat pressing against their backs as Izuku switched to Haki drills, sensing the positions and subtle movements of the women around him. He could feel Momo's soft laughter as she moved on the balcony, Isabella's critical gaze, Inko's calm observation, and Rei's playful smirk, all affecting his focus. The system highlighted their emotional metrics, noting each spike in devotion and attention.
After hours of intense practice—sword swings, footwork, reflex drills, Haki awareness, and stamina circuits—they collapsed onto the grass in the garden, breathing hard, muscles trembling in exhaustion.
"I think you've earned a break," Inko said softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "Your form is improving, and your Haki awareness is more stable. But tomorrow, we push further."
Izuku exhaled, chest rising and falling. "I won't let you down," he said, meeting each of their eyes in turn. The system confirmed a spike in both skill metrics and devotion metrics across the harem.
Momo nudged him lightly. "Good. But don't think I'll let you slack off again. Not after today."
Rei's teasing tone joined hers. "And I'll be watching too. Don't let me catch you being lazy."
Isabella's soft laugh echoed, mingling with the wind. "He's a handful already, but he's worth it."
They lingered there for a moment, the air thick with the scent of sweat, metal, and the faint perfume of the women. Izuku's muscles burned pleasantly from exertion, but his heart swelled with the warmth of their presence, their devotion, and the unspoken bond forming between them.
The day ended with quiet reflection, Izuku resting on the grass while Momo, Isabella, Inko, and Rei sat nearby, discussing the next day's schedule, teasing, and laughing softly. The mansion hummed around them, alive with energy, training, and the quiet intimacy of shared purpose.
The system pinged one final time: stamina improved, sword mastery increasing, Haki developing steadily, emotional metrics with harem members spiking significantly. Tomorrow would be harder, more intense, but today had set the foundation.