Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

"Time to get out."

I get out of the water after I finished washing my body. I took a white robe and wrapped it on the wet body. I opened the massive door of the men's bathhouse the exited the room.

Along the way, the servants I passed keep walking fast to the point of running. The clamoring of exchanging request and orders resonates the wide corridor.

"Deliver this letter to the recommended pastry shop."

"Right away."

"And arrange a request for the fabrication of Young Lady's dress. This is the design of the dress and the measurements."

"Understood, Miss Mary."

Mary gave an order to the two maids just now. The mansion are getting busy in these past days and it will get busier as the day of my sister's social debut are around the corner.

The latter maid runs towards my direction after taking the paper. It contains my sister's body measurements and I cannot let myself to slide this opportunity. I am curious of what my sister's body measurements right now, so I decided to take a peek.

When the maid was about to pass me, I accelerated my brain speed to the max. The limit of my Thought Acceleration right now was around seventy times faster than normal. It's still slow compared to my mothers, that's why I didn't waste even a split second.

I rolled my eyes while steading my head. I stared at the paper in the brown haired maid's left hand as she run pass my right. I did not take off of my eyes to the paper even a millisecond.

The gaze of my amethyst eyes followed the paper's trajectory without moving my head. Everything were so slow and I can see every movement of the maid, including her splashing sweat and the bouncing of her bosom. I feel like I am using a visual technique of a famous clan in a famous ninja anime.

Within the suspended world, I scanned the paper and read its contents. The first thing I saw was the sketch of the dress. The design was… too girly for my sister, and it is written that the color would be pink, which increases its girliness.

I shifted my gaze to the part where numbers clustered, my sister's measurements. There were so many information but I ignored most of it. I focused my eyes to the three important numbers.

(Concentration!)

I silently casted a Level 1 Martial Art to enhance my focus and narrowed my mind to ignore the unnecessary information. And I internally widened my eyes as I was amazed by what I saw.

The world returned to its normal state and the maid finally passed me and ran further behind. I did not looked or even turned my head and continued to walk like nothing happened.

('Bust - 87, Waist - 60, Hips - 85'.)

"No way…"

I said as I suddenly stopped my feet from walking and covered my mouth with my fingers. I did not really expected her to grow this much. If it continues with the same pace, she might have attain the level of mother, or even mom in few years.

"Is there a problem, Young Master?"

"? Ah, no. There's no problem at all. Just forget what I said."

"If you say so…"

While I was in the middle of my visualization of what my sister looked like in the next few years, I was too absorbed by it and didn't noticed that Mary were already in front of me.

"Then, I have to go and get dressed." I said as I starting at my robe.

"Please make it quick, you have a dance lesson with the Young Lady later."

"Oh. I totally forgot about that. Thank you for reminding me."

"Not a problem."

I got too absorbed of my training that I forgot my dance lesson. I can remind myself using the reminder functions of my computer brain but I forgot that too. I then hurried my steps to quickly reached my room and change my clothes.

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I went straight to the music room after I changed my garments. I am currently wearing a white long sleeved shirt with black slacks partnered with black leather tap shoes.

I checked myself first before opening the wooden door. I entered the room and looked around to see the alignment of various musical instruments.

I spotted my sister, who was standing beside the piano and three other women. My red head piano teacher, Lesley Oddrey, the blonde American looking violinist, Valentina, and our silver haired dance instructor, Krishna.

Only Lesley had a surname while Valentina and Krishna haven't. In this world, or maybe this continent, only the royalties, aristocrats, rich merchants, and the ones granted with knighthood peerage were allowed to have a surname.

The royal and noble titles were hereditary but the knighthood cannot. You must prove yourself first to be recognized worthy of the title. By the way, my parents were former adventurers and got knighted after conquering the Imperial Dungeon.

"The Young Master has arrived. Let's start the practice as soon as possible."

"Alright."

"Affirmative."

As Lesley said that with a clap, we maneuver ourselves and get to our positions. I approached my sister and offered her my left hand.

"Would you like to go to the dance with me?"

"Yes, thank you, I'd love to."

She placed her right hand on my left as she accepted my request for a dance. Proper etiquette is a must when it comes to ballroom dancing. It indicates the formality of the event and shows your respect to your partner.

I guided her to the center of the room and faced each other. I raised my left arm straight over the shoulder, the same with her right. She put her left hand above the right shoulder as placed my hand on her lower back.

(Too close!)

The distance between us were so close that we almost touched each other. I stared at her well-developed chest and remembered the paper that I saw earlier. My sister suddenly leaned forward and pressed her chest against mine.

"Eye contact is an etiquette in dancing. Don't just avert your gaze and look me in the eyes."

"I apologize."

I immediately apologized as she said that while puffing her cheeks. I can feel the pressure of her chest as she keeps pressing it. She leaned back after I turned my gaze into her amethyst eyes. Personal space were also an etiquette in dancing.

Then the piano and the violin finally started to play. The music was composed (self-proclaimed) by me. It was one of the most famous music for tango, which is our dance, the Por Una Cabeza. In the event, it will be played by an orchestra so got a violinist and an accompanist right now.

I named it 'Scent of a Woman', which was the title of the film where Por Una Cabeza was played. I named it from the movie title instead of the music title itself because the name of the music had something to do with horses.

Tango had differences with the common waltz. It is faster and more difficult than the waltz that's why it is usually performed by intermediate level dancers. But Por Una Cabeza was different. Aside from its beautiful melody, its choreography were easy to follow enough for beginners to execute.

As the music started, me and my sister began to dance. Each step we take were executed with synchronization and precision. My right foot stepped forward, her left foot stepped backward, and vise versa.

Our movements were flawless, fluid and filled with elegance. My sister spun and twirled her body in right speed and perfectly timed with the tempo. Her training and level might have something to do with it.

For every move she make, her voluptuous breast keeps swaying and bouncing. Everytime I touch her body, her body feels so soft and skin were so smooth despite having a four-digit defense stat.

And before we knew it, more than two minutes had passed and the music came to an end. We faced the non-existent audience and bent out body to do a bow.

"Perfect! Just keep it up. You already memorized the choreography but keep practicing until the last day for you not forgetting it."

""Yes, teacher!""

Teacher Krishna applauded as the representative if the non-existent audience and praised our performance. Sister and I replied in unison after giving her advice to us.

"Let's call it a day. Take a rest and get ready for the next session. Goodbye."

We deal with our own stuffs and exited the music room. We siblings waved our arms to our teachers as they on their way out of the mansion gates.

"You keep staring at them earlier, didn't you?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"This."

"Oof!"

I cannot help but opened my eyes wide as my sister when my sister raised her chest high using her folded arms. It raised so high that I can see her cleavage peeking out of the unbuttoned part of her white long-sleeved blouse. I immediately turned my head and averted my gaze away from her.

"Do you really think that I didn't caught your gaze?"

"…Sigh. It can't be helped. You looked so beautiful today."

I gave up after a while and told her my excuse. Well, it is true that she really looked beautiful and gorgeous today.

"Hmph. If you say so… Then as a punishment, serve me a pasta."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

And that's how I ended my day today. I hunted T-Rex, danced with my sister, and cooked her a pasta.

"Sigh." I sigh again as a stared at the setting sun.