"Oh? Why are there so many people here today?"
Rasa stepped slowly out of the mysterious spatial vortex, his gaze sweeping across the room.
He saw two women kneeling on the floor and another bowed low in a deep salute.
The back of the woman who was bowing looked strikingly familiar, prompting Rasa to speak with a hint of surprise.
However, he quickly realized who it was.
He blinked, his tone carrying a note of genuine astonishment as he continued.
"Chifusa Manyū?"
Hearing the God mention her name, Chifusa Manyū hurriedly straightened her spine from her deep bow.
The moment she stood and prepared to speak, her expression shifted into one of total shock.
This was because standing right beside the God were two women she knew all too well.
Seeing the two women staring back at her with varying expressions, Chifusa hesitated for a heartbeat.
Then, she lowered herself into another respectful bow.
"Sister Munehua, Sister Kagefusa... it has been a long time."
Although she had defected from the Manyū clan, she could not abandon the etiquette required when facing her elders.
Especially not in a situation as surreal as this one.
Munehua Manyū, seeing Chifusa acting with such disciplined grace, reflexively drew her fan.
She snapped it open to partially veil her face, her eyes narrowing into a playful, amused slit.
"Sister Chifusa, it has been six months since we last crossed paths. I didn't expect you to remain so well-mannered after becoming a traitor to the family."
A month ago, Munehua's attitude toward Chifusa would have been purely murderous.
She would have wanted nothing more than to slaughter her and reclaim the secret scroll.
But now, Munehua truly didn't care about such trifles anymore.
The world was on the brink of a massive, divine transformation.
A mere scroll for breast enlargement might have caused bloodbaths in the past, but what use was it now?
Furthermore, judging by Rasa's attitude toward Chifusa, he seemed to have a very high opinion of her.
Therefore, Munehua knew better than to offend her.
Kagefusa Manyū, her arms crossed beneath her own heavy bust, let out a cold snort.
"Sister Munehua might not have seen her in half a year, but I only saw her a month ago."
"Chifusa Manyū, what the hell are you doing here?"
Because Rasa had arrived in this world so early, the original plot had been mangled.
Kagefusa had not tracked down Chifusa only to be defeated and "talked down" by her sisterly rhetoric as she had in the original story.
Consequently, Kagefusa's current attitude toward Chifusa remained prickly and hostile.
However, because Rasa had already "disciplined" Kagefusa thoroughly, she wouldn't dare lay a hand on Chifusa or scream insults in his presence.
Chifusa Manyū straightened her back once more, her eyes darting between the three of them before she lowered her head.
She forcibly suppressed the mountain of questions rising in her heart.
Rasa nodded with satisfaction at her restraint.
Under her mother's upbringing, Chifusa was essentially a woman who respected her elders and held deep traditional values.
One could see it in the subtle nuances of her behavior throughout the original history.
"You two, rise as well."
Hearing Rasa's command, Ume stood up submissively, her eyes burning with a fanatical, heated devotion as she stared at him.
Kaede also scrambled to her feet, rubbing her numbed knees before looking at Rasa with sparkling eyes.
Her gaze was saturated with the desperate hope that he would restore her stolen breast volume immediately.
However, she managed to bite back the urge; asking for such a favor the moment they met would be uncouth.
Rasa gave a casual wave of his hand and sat down upon the tatami mats.
"Ume, you may go back to your duties."
"Yes, My God."
A flash of regret crossed Ume's eyes, but she obeyed instantly, bowing low before backing out of the room.
Munehua Manyū moved with an elegant, swaying poise to sit beside Rasa.
She reached for the tea set on the low table, her movements expert and beautiful as she began to brew a fresh pot.
Kagefusa sat down heavily on Rasa's other side, watching Chifusa with predatory interest.
Once Rasa was settled, he turned his gaze toward the two girls still standing.
A peaceful, welcoming smile played on his lips as he spoke.
"Chifusa, Kaede, please sit."
"I don't care much for rigid protocols here."
Hearing this, the tension in Chifusa's frame bled away slightly.
She walked with disciplined steps to the tatami opposite him and sat down with ladylike grace.
Seeing Chifusa acting so refined and "proper," Kagefusa couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles.
"Haha! Seeing Chifusa Manyū acting like a delicate lady is a rare sight indeed!"
"Sister Kagefusa... I have always been refined in my social interactions..."
Being teased so bluntly made Chifusa's face turn a bright, burning red. She lowered her head and whispered her defense.
Internally, however, she felt that Kagefusa had changed since their meeting a month ago—she seemed more approachable.
The bitter resentment Kagefusa once held for her seemed to have evaporated.
Munehua Manyū, her hands moving through the tea ceremony without a single tremor, looked up with a nostalgic glint in her eyes.
"Hehe. Sister Chifusa always loved playing with swords and guns as a child, but she truly was always the most polite of us."
Kagefusa waved a dismissive hand.
"Sister Munehua, you were married off to the Ooku when Chifusa was only seven or eight. You don't know her real personality now that she's grown."
Munehua nodded slightly, thinking of her years living as a "living widow" in the Shogun's harem.
A trace of loneliness touched her eyes, her voice softening even further.
"Indeed. So many years have slipped by without us noticing."
Listening to the two sisters converse this way, Chifusa looked up in astonishment, thinking to herself:
Why do my sisters seem so different from the memories I have of them?
Rasa watched the interaction with a sense of genuine amusement.
In the original anime, the scenes of these sisters actually getting along after their reconciliation were pathetically few.
One could only catch a glimpse of their bond in those short special episodes.
As for the later manga volumes that were never animated, Rasa hadn't heard of any adaptation before his soul-transmigration.
Seeing this living scene before him, Rasa felt a lingering regret in his heart finally being mended.
"Hehe. This is how sisters should act toward one another."
After saying this, Rasa asked a question he already knew the answer to.
"Chifusa Manyū, why have you come looking for me?"
"You clearly have an abundance of fat in your chest. Surely you didn't come to me for a breast enlargement."
Chifusa's face turned a shade of crimson that rivaled a ripe tomato.
She subconsciously reached up to cup her massive, bandage-wrapped twin peaks, speaking with extreme shyness.
"Great God... it is precisely because my breasts are too large that I have come to beg for your help."
"I want you to distribute some of my volume to my other sisters."
"During battle, I lose control of my innate ability. I reflexively snatch the breast volume of my opponents and absorb it into my own body."
"But I do not know how to use 'Breast-Flow' to release it. I don't want to steal from others, yet I keep inflating with no outlet. If this continues, my body will surely break..."
Kaede, sitting quietly beside her, chimed in.
"It's true! Lady Chifusa never intends to steal their volume, but she simply cannot contain her own power."
Rasa nodded, a look of mock wonder on his face.
"I see. In that case, Chifusa, why didn't you go back to the Muneto village?"
At the mention of the Muneto village, Kagefusa's expression shifted, and she turned her head away uncomfortably.
After all, she had been raised to believe the Muneto clan was the mortal enemy of the Manyū.
Even though her personality had softened under Rasa's touch, the old conditioning still made her uneasy.
Munehua's face remained a mask of serene beauty as she continued to pour the tea.
Chifusa let out a heavy sigh, her eyes filled with a sense of loss as she spoke slowly.
"I went back to the village... but I found it completely abandoned. Not a soul remains there."
Rasa raised an eyebrow, his voice soft.
"Oh? No one is there?"
The disappointment in Chifusa's eyes deepened into a palpable sadness.
"Yes. I arrived six days ago and found it empty."
Rasa turned his head toward Munehua Manyū, silently waiting for her input.
According to the original plot, there should have been at least three members of the Muneto clan—one old, one young, and one child—living there.
They shouldn't have vanished at this point in time.
Munehua felt Rasa's gaze and looked up with a puzzled frown, her voice light.
"Ever since Chigusa Muneto, the last leader of her clan, married my father as a concubine, we stopped the systematic extermination of their people."
"After all, a few remnants of the Muneto could never pose a threat to us again."
"By all accounts, there should be people living in that village. At least, that is what my intelligence reports suggested."
Rasa pondered for a moment before giving a definitive nod.
"Very well. I will help you redistribute that breast volume."
Perhaps this was another side effect of the timeline changes he had initiated?
However, Rasa suddenly thought of the remaining mature beauty of the Muneto clan—Ochiha Muneto.
Ochiha was a gentle, mature woman, and Rasa had always found her quite appealing.
Though her screen time in the original story was barely a dozen minutes, she had left a deep impression on him.
He had been planning to find an opportunity to "taste" her for himself.
"That's wonderful! Great God, please, give some of Lady Chifusa's excess volume to me!"
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Kaede began to rub her flat chest excitedly, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy.
Chifusa also let out a breath of relief, rotating her shoulders which had grown stiff under the weight of her enormous breasts.
CREAK!
The wooden door was pushed open slowly, making a heavy, sharp sound that cut through the conversation.
Ume poked her head through the opening, her voice calm and steady.
"My God, there is a young woman from the Muneto clan at the shrine gates asking for an audience."
"She identifies herself as Ochiha Muneto."
"I was unsure how to proceed, so I have come to seek your divine will."
Rasa took the cup of scalding tea from Munehua's respectful hands. He took a slow sip, his eyes glinting with a mix of surprise and realization.
I see. Because of my manifestation, the Muneto clan saw a new hope and decided to seek asylum here?
That would explain why Chifusa found their village empty when she arrived.
Rasa looked at Chifusa's voluptuous figure—a body practically overflowing with feminine essence—and a very interesting game began to form in his mind.
"Mmh. Bring her in."