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Futanari System Chapter 195: Rising Hope
🕑 Added 2023-02-20 21:56:54 +0000 UTCI tossed my things aside and stormed out of my office. I was at my wit's end and wasn't about to force myself any longer. I finally finished interviewing my relatives and had yet to choose a position for each. After days of interviews, I finished, and I was done. I moved towards the most important location through the Silvermoon tower and opened the doors.
"Daddy!" I heard several excited yells, and my stress disappeared. I couldn't have been happier as Stacy jumped up into my arms, and a cute little bunny girl named Carrot by her mother came leaping up into my arms. I scooped them out of the air and hugged them close. I felt their small arms wrap around me, and I heard more excited squeals as I found my legs and back tackled with more children jumping onto my body. My breasts were grabbed as a little girl dove into them, and I started to use my mana to boost my body as I was tackled from several directions.
Kids started to slip off me, no longer able to hold onto me with their strength anymore, and my legs got more crowded. "Hey, Kiddos!" I exclaimed with happiness they reflected back to me. I couldn't contain my joy as I kissed the cheek of June, followed by Carrot. I started to pick up my kids one by one, giving them a kiss on the cheek and earning some giggles.
"Daddy! You haven't been here the last couple of days?" I heard a sad voice and looked down to see a silver-haired bunny-kin carrying a doll likeness of me that Mina's mother was making for the kids. I scooped up Kathline and kissed her cheek.
"Sorry, Kiddos," I said with a soft smile, "I was busy with work. Some of your relatives need Daddy to help get them out of a problem. I am helping them out with that and so many others. Sometimes that means I cannot be here. But I really wanted to be, so I will be here all day!" I exclaimed and heard a lot of happy exclamations in return.
Many of my kids started to talk at the same time, and I scooped up and put down my kids, trying to kiss their cheeks and hear what they are saying. They loved talking about what their teachers were teaching them and mana. It was the basics, but you could tell that as my old teachers came into the room, they genuinely loved teaching my kiddos and others who could bring their kids here.
I almost melted as Susie showed me her latest fire magic as she conjured it up and told me all about the flames. Her passion for fire was something that I couldn't reach and she would stare at fires all day if you let her. The licking of the flames on wood with the light cracks once in a while made her excited beyond all compare. If she was in my old world, I would be extremely worried for her as she would inevitably be a pyromaniac. In this world, she would be a powerful Fire wizard that would be strong because of that obsession that would be taboo in my previous world.
I hugged her as she continued to talk, but I couldn't only spend time with her. I loved all my little kiddos but never had enough time to shower them with the attention they deserved. I picked her up, and I smiled, showing her my fireball magic. She quickly quieted down before she had an outburst of excitement.
Not long later, I made sure to spend some time with my kids, who were shyer and not as willing to jump on me for attention. Mina loved the attention, and her mother was smiling with unshed tears in her eyes as she watched us interact. I loved Mina and her brains. She seemed to love creating things now and loved making dolls and other things which she started to ask if you could imbue mana into. It seemed that Mina's doll of me was the start of wanting to learn Enchanting, and a B-ranked teacher was teaching her the basics of enchanting now.
They were all so young and developing interests and abilities, all while I wasn't here. I could barely hold back my tears in realization as I listened to my babies talk. They were endlessly energetic as they talked about everything they were learning and interested in. I tried to show affection to all of them, and the mothers watched as I moved from each of my children, trying to shower them with the affection they deserved so much.
Each was smart and growing up so quickly. Their education was taken over by someone else, and I couldn't help but feel sad about that. Pregnant women were coming in, too, and I would touch the bellies of women that were impregnated when I was mindlessly fucking due to the elders. I never showed a trace of any other emotion but care as I touched their stomachs and wished I could spend more time with my kids and be there for their mothers.
Before I knew it, the place started to filter out of my little kiddos as mothers began to go home to eat and sleep. I watched them go, and before I knew it, I was standing alone in the room, feeling empty again. None of my kiddos wanted to leave me, but I helped their mothers with stopping their crying even as I had to stop myself from crying as they left.
Feeling empty, I left the room, returned to my office, and stared at the ceiling. I didn't know what to do with myself and wasn't tired. I missed my kiddos and their happy smiles as they ran around a played. My mind was filled with their happiness, and I looked down at the blank paper with only the title I had written on it hours and hours before.
"Logistic Army's Positions."
Each title under it that I came up with was sitting there empty, with none being filled, and I looked at it with a long, drawn-out sigh. Instead of continuing, I remembered the smiling face of Susie as she talked about fire, and I looked down at the paper again. I remembered what this paper would do eventually, and I felt a renewed determination enter me. I needed to get these positions filled so I could spend more time with my kiddos in the future.
It was also for more than that, as I could use the achievements to do so much more for them and the children on the way. I needed to succeed, not just for my children either. The Beast-kin nation and the tribes under it needed someone like me organizing them, so fewer died. The logistics army would be bringing food and arms to the front. These were critical for war, and I remembered a saying from a book in my past. I believe it was a famous saying that amateurs studied tactics while professionals studied logistics when studying war.
This whole world waged war in a different way than my previous world. Mana changed everything, and I would have to work within those confines while applying modern thought to an ancient system that technically still worked.
This wasn't about bringing munitions to the front like the war in my previous world. Most waged war with the swords on their hips and the mana in their bodies and around them. They were completely different concepts and limited the need for logistics to food and water if there were no rivers nearby.
I found myself filled with determination as I looked at the paper and remembered my siblings, that were considered failures. Some were not that impressive, but then there were those like White who pleasantly surprised me. They may have had bad luck, or the real world hit them like a truck and backed away from it. Some were happy with being in the house of dishonor as they were taken care of. Those were the most worrying to me, but each was an educated individual I needed. More families would send their failures, and I was sure to end up with more that never wanted to leave their Houses of Dishonor. I would need to keep an eye on them all and put the least motivated ones in the positions they would do the least damage if they decided to drag their heels.
I quickly began to start putting down names of people in positions that were needed. I started with the most impressive and doing what my mother and father most wanted by putting family members in key positions. The name that sat at the top of the Boot camp was going to be White. It was a show of how much he impressed me that he was there. I would soon have to call him in for a meeting and see his thoughts on this matter.
Looking through the positions, there were still more left empty but I had enough names to at least start building. That wasn't nothing, and I started with nothing. The problem was that I needed at least ten to thirty times more people to fill positions, which wasn't including the elite army I needed to start up.
I looked at things, and I knew what I needed to start with, and I looked at White's name. Again and again, I kept hoping that my impression of him was right. He would become critical to everything. If he failed, my chances of pulling through would be minimal, and I never knew him before a couple of days ago. I would need to establish a working relationship with him and trust in his ability to seek and find talent among not only his relatives and other families' relatives and failures. But from the working class of the Bunny-kin population and other tribes once they started.
The position would never see combat unless the Empire pushed us back, and it was one of the safest positions once I handed it to him. I looked at it again, and I looked down the names I put in other positions, and even Janice didn't make it as high.
Janice probably saw how much this opportunity meant as White did. The difference was that I felt she was more sly about it now after that thing with Anthony. Anthony wasn't someone I enjoyed working with, and he was arrogant. But Janice was someone that seemed better to work with but would build a political base among the military like White would. White was smart enough to be open about it, though, which made me respect him.
Was White better at reading people or, "Excuse me," I suddenly heard, making my head jump up and then down as I saw Tina poking her head into the doorway. Her Pink hair and very pregnant stomach popped into the room. My surprise for a couple of seconds was complete.
"Oh my god," I said as my heart beat hard in my chest from how hard I was startled. "Tina, You look amazing, but you scared the hell out of me. Were you knocking for long?" I asked.
"I knocked for about five minutes, but you weren't answering. I thought you might not be here, but you weren't in the room with everyone else or with your kids. I hope that you care for our children as much as you care about your other children," Tina said softly, pressing a greasy hand to her stomach with a fond smile, and I stood.
"Of course, I will care for all my kids," I said, my tone almost reprimanding her for thinking any other way. I came down and kissed Tina on the lips, and she happily accepted and brought her arms around me, bringing me closer and deepening the kiss.
"God, it has been a bit, but I think Doorknocker is too big at this stage of pregnancy. God do I want it in me again soon," Tina said after breaking the kiss and looking down at my slightly moving loin cloth. She looked wistful at the fabric protecting Doorknocker from her sight. A moment before, I started to ask why she was looking for me though she looked up at me again. "That being said, I wanted to show you something. Remember the workshop that I got you to set aside for me?" Tina asked.
That workshop was something that didn't take much for me to get. Tina was the only gnome around, and I got her that workshop that she had the last time she was here. To make things better, the room had been empty since the last time she had been here. Tina was thrilled, and I hadn't seen her in a while because she was in the workshop.
"Of course I remember," I said with a smile. Then I froze and remembered what she was working on, and I turned serious, "Did you finish your project?" I asked with hope starting to rise in my heart.
"Maybe," Tina said, unsure. "Come check it out," She told me a second later, and I followed her out of the office. Hope was rising in my heart, and we didn't take long to reach there with Tina waddling to her workshop. She was really close to having our child, and I couldn't wait to see our kid together. It reminded me that I never had the chance to name one of my children, and I couldn't help but start to wonder what I should name one of my kiddos.
My mind was occupied as we reached the workshop about much more important things like names for our kid. When we reached it, Tina opened up the workshop door, and I followed her waddling butt into the workshop.
Tools lay strewn about, and the place was a mess. In the middle of the room sat a large bronze machine. There was a pink glow about it, and I looked at it seriously as I looked at it. "I think we need wheels on it," I said without thought as I got close, "Is there any recoil?" I asked again as I looked over the large cannon-looking thing. It was different from a cannon and was aimed a little high if it was for direct fire. The mana coming off of it was still tainted, and I turned to look at Tina.
"I didn't think about transportation," Tina said, smacking her head. "There is recoil, and it is a problem. That is the reason that I think that it isn't quite done. There are a couple of tweaks that I am thinking about, but it fires now. How many shots is unknown, and the Pink glow from it is from the filter it uses. We need to take it outside if we want to test it properly," Tina told me with a huge grin, "Still with all those parts and the gold you spent on it. I think I finished something that at least works! Tell me, Chelsea," Tina said with a large toothy smile, "Would you like to take it out for a couple of shots?"
Hope rose in my stomach, and I turned to look at the potentially first artillery made in this world before turning back to the lovably greased-up gnome before me. "I would love nothing more!" I announced with hope rising. There may be tweaks, but if she came up with something viable.
My thoughts came up short as I shivered in excitement.
