Next morning after breakfast Kenshin introduced Hitomi to all sons and ordered them to treat her with respect. It wasn't needed—the sons always treated father's wives with utmost respect, giving them sacred meaning.
Until lunch Hitomi held a training spar with Ichiro and won without much effort. He didn't use Sharingan or space; she didn't use Byakugan or Gentle Fist. Her victory was unsurprising—she had trained for many years despite being a medic and was at peak Chunin rank, versus Ichiro's short training and initial Chunin level.
When Hitomi learned many of Kenshin's sons had Sharingan she was in complete shock and imagined an unremarkable "ordinary" girl who was mother to such geniuses. In the Hyuga clan about half the branch family couldn't awaken Byakugan; rumor had it the Uchiha situation with Sharingan was no better—so a mother whose children all awakened dojutsu would enjoy great respect in the clan and head's protection.
Kenshin really liked Gentle Fist style but was upset by complete impossibility of using it without chakra. Byakugan was highly desirable for the style—but geniuses existed worldwide who could use it without dojutsu, on pure experience alone.
For several hours Kenshin and Hitomi conducted various Byakugan tests. She was surprised to see outside clearly from inside the refuge but only mountain rock from outside—with no hint of rooms. After thinking she remembered one oddity and told Kenshin.
"Hm—your refuge creation ability is simply incredible. It somehow prevents sensor-type shinobi from using their perception."
"What do you mean?" Kenshin said and sipped tea.
"Yesterday while escaping possible pursuit I occasionally activated Byakugan—but when we approached this mountain I suddenly stopped for some reason and didn't even realize why. Only now thinking back did I remember that strange detail," Hitomi said seriously. She already knew many of Kenshin's abilities and rejoiced like a little girl when he showed her another "miracle."
"So that's how it is… Well—I expected something like that. Thanks for sharing your observations," Kenshin praised with a smile.
Hitomi smiled tenderly, sipped tea, and lost herself again in his deep eyes. She loved sitting with her beloved and having casual conversation. While his other wives were young and energetic, Hitomi was an experienced woman in no hurry—which warmed Kenshin's heart. He lacked such a tender, melancholic companion to share fatigue in silent understanding.
All afternoon Kenshin devoted to Hitomi—wanting to show his love and speed her adjustment to the new home. She quickly mastered technological things like faucets, toilet flush, refrigerator, and light switches.
After lunch Kenshin invited her to the pool and was surprised by her incredible embarrassment. Hitomi tried refusing with all her might—citing no swimsuit—but Kenshin assured her it was no problem and dragged her in.
Several weeks ago Kenshin installed lighting imitating sunlight with ultraviolet; now the girls did nothing but tan—forcing Kenshin to constantly peek into the pool.
To not embarrass his new wife, Kenshin chose a moment when the pool was empty and brought Hitomi there. Seeing they were alone she relaxed a bit and curiously examined everything—touching the water with her foot and surprised it was warm.
"God—your home is simply a miracle," the big-breasted beauty said admiringly with a bright smile.
"Our home, girl. Now it's yours too," he replied—she smiled even brighter. She loved spending time with Kenshin—who could make her heart beat faster with one word and give warmth in her chest.
"Come—let's choose you a swimsuit," he said cheerfully, taking her hand and heading to the changing room—which had undergone changes. Primarily the changing room now had another large room with huge quantities of swimsuits in any size and taste.
Seeing all this splendor Hitomi took a deep breath. She never stopped marveling at clothing beauty in Kenshin's home. Compared to shinobi world clothes, things from Kenshin's home world had incredible variety of colors and were made from unfamiliar materials. Like any woman she loved dressing beautifully and stylishly—so immediately fell in love with the huge clothing collection in her room. Now looking at the vast swimsuit variety Hitomi didn't know what to choose. Almost all were incredibly shameful and unfit for a Hyuga clan daughter—but at such thoughts she repeated that her surname was now Nakayama, and only her husband decided what she wore.
"How about this white one?" he asked with a smile.
"Not too short? Seems meant for Aya or Kasumi—not me," Hitomi muttered skeptically, turning a very revealing string swimsuit in her hands.
"It's made specially for you. Try it on. And this one—and this," he said, choosing a black semi-transparent and a red one with many latex elements.
"God—what have I signed up for…" Hitomi muttered pretending upset—and received a light palm slap on her ass plus a tender cheek kiss.
"You'll like it—you'll see," Kenshin whispered with a smile and left the changing corridor—not wanting to spoil the surprise.