For the first ti in weeks, the tension lifted. The air was warr, the skies clear. Riku stood at the edge of a private resort nestled along the coast, looking out over the ocean, its surface glinting like a mirror in the sunlight. It was all rented under a fake na, paid for using system vouchers he had converted discreetly—an indulgence he hadn’t allowed himself before. But even a tactician needed ti to breathe.
The villa was luxurious but not overdone—just enough to let his team unwind without drawing too much attention. It was nestled against forested hills, bordered by private beaches and dotted with modern comforts that made them forget the gritty city for just a mont.
Three days prior, Riku had been seated at his desk, lit only by the soft blue glow of the system interface. His eyes were bloodshot, shoulders heavy. He hadn’t slept properly in days.
"You need a break," Kira had said, sitting across from him, arms crossed. "You’re burning out."
"Breaks don’t fix broken cities," he replied.
"But they stop broken people from shattering," she countered.
That night, after she left, he sighed and activated the system
Current System Points(SP): 65,000
Thanks to free 10,000 SP system gave him as a new host and mission he had accomplish. When he look at the balance, his eyes spread to his face " I can enjoy my life now, having girls, luxury, endless things, and money". But he thought that "people who are lust in power soon et their ends". "I want to save and help the others" he exclaid under his breath.
He rember that Kira and him won’t be enough and inviting so isn’t bad either. He stare through his phone and scroll on his contacts and find Mitsue’s number and the he press the call. Not didn’t even to call twice and she answered it
"Hello Mitsue" he greet
"Riku!? Is there any problem, or the two of you have a problem", she laugh and teased.
"It’s not like that, I just want to relax sohow and I want you to invite to our resort vacation, are you up?" Calmly but pleasing tone
T/N: Nice job silver tongue
"Vacation? Did I heard right? Yes, I’m glad" cheering for a trip, "I promise a will pack things and I will be there"
"Really? That will be my pleasure, I’m glad you like it." A smile left his face
Soon the call ended. He also call Akiro and claid his joy and inform about the resort.
[Browse: Leisure Packages | Vacation Destinations | Therapeutic Retreats]
Suggestions flooded in:
[Mountaintop Retreat - ditation Focus: 50,000 pts]
[Luxury Island Resort – Full Privacy: 60,000 pts]
[Hidden Forest Shrine Stay – Spiritual Rejuvenation: 40,000 pts]
He scrolled further until sothing caught his eye:
[Oceanfront Private Resort – High Discretion, Full Anities, Guest Capacity: 10 individuals– 55,000 pts]
"That one," he whispered. It wasn’t the cheapest, but it promised silence, safety, and sun. He imdiately ssage Mitsue and Akiro and inform about the venue, he suggest to grab them but they decline.
He hovered over the ’Confirm Purchase’ button, then hesitated. A second later, he sent a ssage to Kira.
[You, . Ocean air. 3 days. No missions.]
She responded instantly.
[Finally.]
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Kira erged from the villa behind him, barefoot in the sand, a drink in hand and her hair loose. "You really bought a whole resort wing for this?"
"Only for a week," Riku said, hands in his pockets. "Besides, you need it too."
She smiled and leaned against him. "We all do."
---
That afternoon, Mitsue joined them, dragging a suitcase twice her size and gaping at the private pool, the beach, and the stocked minibar. "Okay, you’re either running a tech empire or laundering Yakuza gold."
Riku just laughed. "Let’s say I got lucky in the underground economy."
"Well, wherever it ca from, you better not wake before ten," she warned, throwing herself onto a poolside lounge chair.
Akio showed up later with board gas, drones, and a water gun arsenal. "If we’re pretending we’re not fighting criminals and conspiracies, we’re going full vacation mode."
By sunset, the group was sprawled across the patio, exhausted from sun and laughter. Even Kira had let loose, laughing as Akio pelted her with water balloons earlier.
It wasn’t just rest. It was bonding. Trust was forming.
---
That night, Riku opened the system. His recent exploits had unlocked a new category: "Lifestyle Upgrades."
He browsed the list with curiosity.
[Redeed: Advanced Cooking Techniques – Personal Skill Downloaded.] [Redeed: Multilingual Fluency (Spanish & Korean) – Synaptic Overlay Applied.] [Redeed: Minor Luxury Asset – Portable Indoor Greenhouse Added to Inventory.]
The knowledge downloads were smooth now—no dizziness or disorientation. It was like rembering things he’d always known.
He stepped into the kitchen and started prepping an elaborate al, shocking Mitsue and Akio with knife work that would make a chef cry.
"Since when did you know how to filet a sea bream like that?" Akio asked.
"I picked it up," Riku winked.
Dinner was served with wine and laughter. It wasn’t a feast of extravagance, but one of connection. Spicy grilled prawns, miso-glazed vegetables, and steaming rice bowls vanished from their plates. Kira, who usually only ate quickly and quietly, gave him a small nod of genuine admiration.
Later, he sat under the stars, the surf murmuring in the background.
He thought of his old life. Of ran nights in his cramped studio. Of overdue bills and bruises from underground fights. And now—his own team, a purpose, and a power most would kill for.
And still, he hadn’t let it consu him.
Not yet.
---
The following morning, Kira and Riku hiked along the cliffs, far from the others. The sky was so clear the clouds looked painted on.
"You’re smiling more," she said.
"I didn’t realize how much I missed being normal. Even if it’s fake."
She paused. "You know it’s not going to last."
"I know. But I wanted to feel this, even once."
She took his hand. "Then feel it. Don’t rush the next war. Let peace matter too."
They stood in silence, the wind lifting their hair, the ocean crashing below. Then Riku did sothing unexpected—he laughed. Loudly. Not out of irony or stress. Just... laughter.
Kira grinned. "Now that’s scary."
---
In the afternoon, the group took a boat out into open water. Riku had cashed in a reward labeled [Recreational Asset: Luxury Speedboat], and it didn’t disappoint. White leather seats, sonar systems, and a retractable canopy made it feel like a floating lounge.
They fished, snorkeled, and when Mitsue got seasick, they spent an hour playing card gas while she lay curled in a blanket, cursing softly.
Akio teased, "If the next fight’s on water, we’re dood."
Evening ca too fast.
---
That night, as the stars ca out and the sea grew still, Riku stood alone on the deck, staring into the darkness.
[System Notification: Long-term Bonding Opportunity Detected – Allies at 40% Synchronization.]
He smiled faintly. His system wasn’t just asuring strength or wealth. It was acknowledging relationships.
He tapped the notification and quietly approved it.
Suddenly, a quiet warmth surged through him—not physical, but deeply emotional. Like the system was syncing his intent with his people.
He heard Kira’s voice behind him. "What’s on your mind?"
"Legacy," he said. "If sothing happened to ... I want to make sure what we’re building doesn’t vanish."
She stepped beside him. "Then don’t die. Pretty simple."
He chuckled. "I’ll try."
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As everyone turned in for the night, wrapped in the soft glow of lamplight and peace, Riku lay on his bed, fingers laced behind his head.
[Rest. Recover. Reclaim yourself.]
Even gods needed to breathe.
And Riku Kazama was no god.
Not yet.
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