Super God Academy: Kabuto

Just as Qi Lin and Kadoya Tsukasa were shopping, Lin Yu brought the two girls to "Winter Cherry Blossoms." The colorful light curtain quietly dissipated by the lake, completely isolating them from the outside world's disturbances. He Xi and Keisha stood at the beginning of the gravel path, their eyes meeting the starry sky reflected in the lake, the dreamy purple mist swirling around the cottages, and the boundless sea of ​​flowers blooming at will. Even having witnessed the grandeur of the Angelic Temple and the coldness of the Merlo Heavenly Court, the tranquility and vitality of this place still made them hold their breath for a moment.

"Let's go," Lin Yu said gently, with a hint of barely perceptible anticipation, "I'll take you to see our 'home' here."

He led them onto the gravel path gently overlooked by tassels and plum blossoms, through the fragrant flower corridor, and finally stopped in front of the lakeside wooden house embraced by trumpet creeper flowers.

He Xi's icy blue eyes shimmered with amazement and tenderness. She reached out and gently touched a trembling violet petal with her fingertips: "It's...beautiful. This purple, so serene and profound, is like a piece of the starry sky cut out and laid out here."

Keisha nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings with a more rational look, finally settling on the single patch of purple. Her queenly critical eye inadvertently revealed itself: "The scenery is indeed unique, and the spatial structure is completely independent of the coordinates of the known universe. However," she paused, "the use of only violets is somewhat monotonous. If there were some other life forms to embellish the scene, the layers would be more distinct."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu's lips curled into a knowing smile. He didn't explain, but simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

It was as if a silent symphony was playing, and miracles flowed before their eyes.

In the open space beside the cottage, the soil seemed to awaken from a dream. Roses, lilies, lilies of the valley, hydrangeas… countless flowers seemed to have instantly experienced the four seasons of life, sprouting, branching, and blooming with every breath, weaving into a magnificent yet uncluttered carpet. The flowers even climbed up the walls of the wooden house, adorning the windows and doorways with naturally woven floral crowns. The lingering purple mist only served as the most mysterious backdrop to this newly opened garden.

He Xi and Keisha's gaze shifted from the cottage to the wildly growing flowers at their feet, and then to Lin Yu's smiling profile.

"Honey, what's going on...?" He Xi's voice carried the instinctive curiosity and shock of a researcher encountering an unknown phenomenon.

Lin Yu turned around and looked at them, his eyes clear and warm: "I forgot to introduce myself. This is my 'Winter Cherry Blossom'. In this little world, my heart... is part of its laws. As long as I want it, it will manifest for me."

"It's a bit... heaven-defying." He Xi took a light breath and gave the most intuitive evaluation. This has far exceeded the simple creation of space or the reconstruction of matter. It is almost a creation power that can create something out of nothing and make wishes come true.

"Let's go," Lin Yu said, taking He Xi and Keisha's hands. "Let's go inside and take a look. That's where we can truly 'settle down'."

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the dust of time and a warm atmosphere rushed in. My feet sank into the soft old carpet, as if stepping into an embrace that had been filled with countless peaceful years.

The aromas of the house filled the air. He Xi could discern the subtle sweetness of aged pine, the ink scent of old books, the lingering fragrance of wood smoke from the fireplace, and the fresh scent of basil on the windowsill. These scents intertwined and blended to create a unique formula called "home."

Light is like a dynamic dweller. Keisha's gaze followed the morning light streaming in from the east window, illuminating the dust motes, then swept across the afternoon sun filtered through the white curtains of the west window into a fuzzy expanse, finally settling on the warm lamplight and candlelight that would soon take over as night fell. Each ray of light touched the old objects in the room just right, giving them life.

The fireplace is silent, yet one can almost see the flickering flames; the armchair is large, inviting one to sink in; a book half-read lies on the desk, its pages perhaps holding the thoughts of a quiet afternoon. In the kitchen, the cast-iron sink facing the lake, the round-bellied enamel kettle, and even every slightly chipped piece of rough pottery in the cupboard, all speak of a simple philosophy of "being used" and "being cherished."

Climbing the slightly creaking wooden stairs to the attic bedroom, the sloping roof offered a cozy, enveloping feeling. The bed right next to the skylight made He Xi imagine nights spent listening to the rain by the lake and gazing at the starry sky.

Here you can hear the richest and most tranquil sounds: the imagined crackling of firewood, the gentle hum of a kettle, the turning of pages, and the eternal background sound—the soft, breathing lapping of the lake outside the window. It seeps through the cracks in the wooden planks, lingering in every corner.

"How is it?" Lin Yu's voice broke the silence. He stood in the center of the living room, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the two queens.

Keisha walked to the large, old armchair, her fingertips brushing against the warm, worn velvet armrests, and slowly sat down. She leaned back slightly, her golden hair cascading down the dark back of the chair. Her eyes, once the judges of civilization and the observer of the void, now gazed silently at the imagined flickering firelight of the fireplace. A long-lost sense of relaxation, almost as if all armor had been removed, emanated from her slightly relaxed shoulders.

"Very nice." She repeated, her voice even softer than before, more like a sigh to herself, "A...very beautiful place. Definitely suitable for 'retirement'." The last two words carried a hint of barely perceptible self-deprecation, but more so a sense of calm acceptance of the tranquil peace of the moment.

Lin Yu slowly walked between them, silently extending his arm to naturally draw them towards him. His posture was as composed as if he were gathering two nebulae, yet the force of his palm falling carried an undeniable tenderness and possessiveness.

The moment he touched her, He Xi relaxed her shoulders, obediently turning her head to gently rest her head on his neck. Her icy blue eyes curved slightly, the dappled starlight streaming in from the window and the soft indoor light flowing quietly into her eyes, blending into a tranquil warmth.

On the other side, Keisha's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment. She seemed to subconsciously try to maintain the composure and distance befitting the Queen of Gods; her shoulders twitched slightly, as if unaccustomed to such closeness. But ultimately, that subtle resistance melted away in Lin Yu's steady aura. She turned her head and leaned against his shoulder, her golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, obscuring the barely perceptible trace of relaxation on her profile.

The three stood quietly where the light intertwined, like a scene gently captured in time.

"Well then," he smiled, his gaze sweeping over the warm home he had nurtured with his heart, finally settling on the two stunningly beautiful women in his arms, his voice carrying a sense of satisfaction and solemnity, "Welcome home."

He paused, as if bestowing a solemn name:

"Welcome to our own 'Winter Cherry Blossoms'."

"Winter Cherry Blossom..." He Xi murmured the name, as if he could feel the resilience and beauty that bloomed in the cold, just like the pure land they found after overcoming countless waves.

Outside the cabin, the night breeze arrived as expected, gently caressing the boundless, dreamlike sea of ​​flowers, making the blossoms rustle softly like nature's whisper. The moist fragrance intertwined with the eternal, gentle lapping of the distant lake, filtering through the gaps in the wooden cabin and becoming the most harmonious background sound in this lullaby.

The room fell silent, broken only by the occasional crackling of the wood in the fireplace and the eternal, gentle murmur of the lake outside the window. Lin Yu's arms were warm and steady, like a silent harbor, gently drawing the two noble and powerful women into his embrace.

He Xi's compliance was tinged with a smile; her dependence flowed as naturally as moonlight. Her silver hair brushed against Lin Yu's neck, bringing a cool touch and a faint, stardust-like fragrance. She even adjusted her position to make herself more comfortable, her icy blue eyes slightly narrowed, like a languid cat, completely immersed in the tranquility created by her lover. She felt the firmness of Lin Yu's shoulder and the slight stiffness emanating from Keisha's body on the other side, a mischievous yet tender smile rising in her heart.

Keisha's reaction was far more complex. As the Queen of the Gods, the holder of the divine body, and the supreme arbiter of the known cosmic order of justice, she was long accustomed to maintaining distance and sitting high on her throne. Such intimate physical contact, imbued with a sense of private belonging, was foreign and extremely shocking to her. Her initial moment of stiffness was an instinctive reaction to the barriers built up over tens of thousands of years. She could analyze the emotional parameters in Lin Yu's actions and understand the meaning behind them, but her body and certain deeply ingrained "divine" aspects still resisted with restraint.

However, Lin Yu's arm didn't apply pressure; it simply remained steady, conveying an undeniable warmth and protection. He Xi's natural dependence served as a silent demonstration, diminishing the "unusual" feeling around her. More importantly, the tranquil atmosphere unique to this small house, which dissolved all external power and conflict—the aroma of the fireplace, the scent of tea, the wood, and the gentle night view outside the window that belonged to Lin Yu—all softened her defenses.

She sighed almost inaudibly, the sigh eventually melting into the warm air. Her body slowly relaxed, though not as softly as He Xi's, but the initial stiffness had faded. She leaned against that solid support, a few strands of golden hair falling down, subtly intertwining with He Xi's silver hair on Lin Yu's shoulder. She closed her eyes, her long, thick eyelashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks, concealing any emotions that might be revealed. The queenly demeanor hadn't completely disappeared, but for this moment, it had temporarily restrained its sharpness, revealing a rare weariness and acceptance belonging to "Keisha" rather than "Holy Keisha."

Lin Yu could clearly feel the different responses from both sides. He Xi was like flowing water of complete trust, while Keisha was like slowly melting ice. He didn't speak, but simply tightened his arms around her, gently stroking her shoulders with his fingertips—a loving response to He Xi, and a silent reassurance and encouragement to Keisha.

Starlight and the firelight cast shadows that flowed and mingled quietly around them. The image of three figures nestled together beside an old armchair, projected by the flickering flames of the fireplace onto the wooden wall, stretched and swayed like an ancient and warm silhouette. At this moment, there was no King of Angels, no Celestial King, and no mysterious ruler of a small world. There were only three souls, temporarily freed from their immense destiny, sharing a simple yet precious tranquility and warmth in this small house blessed by time and heartfelt wishes.

The sea of ​​winter cherry blossoms outside the window swayed gently in the night breeze, as if guarding this small, frozen moment inside the room. The lake water continued to lap against the rocks on the shore at a leisurely pace, its eternal rhythm becoming the deepest and most reassuring footnote to this tranquil night.