Arriving at the children''s playground, Puss looked at the toys around.


    ''Soon, the children will come, and they''ll probably bother me.''


    He shook his head and then looked further away.


    ''A hill with a tree. Looks far and quiet. The kids probably don''t go that far… I think. Either way, that''s my territory now. If these ni?os step into my sandbox, they will regret it.''


    He thought with pride and walked there confidently, though his eye twitched slightly upon realizing he had called his territory a sandbox.


    ''I need to get used to this. I feel like these things will become common from now on.''


    He closed his eyes as he walked and pondered, shaking his head ironically.


    "Haah!"


    Puss couldn''t help but sigh and lick his arm before rubbing it over his ear, feeling more relaxed as he did so.


    ''This is disgusting. I''m licking myself and rubbing it on me… but at the same time, it feels so right… Haah, ignore, ignore. I''m a cat now.''


    He soon reached the top of the small grassy hill and sat down, leaning against the only tree there.


    ''Let''s see if that ''fight'' changed my stats.''


    [Host: Puss in Boots


    Age: Three days


    Status: 9 Lives Remaining


    Talents:


    - Mutant Cat (Gold): Level 1 (Progress: 0.1%)


    - Natural Swordsman (Gold): Level 1 (Progress: 0.2%)


    - Furry Lover (Silver): Level 0


    - Lucky Feline (Silver): Level 5 → Level 6]


    ''Huh? The progress on the first two was almost insignificant, which is less than I expected. But the last one leveled up. That''s strange… Could it be that arriving at this orphanage is, in a way, fulfilling part of my destiny and luck, so the level increased? Well, even if it''s not, it doesn''t matter—as long as it goes up, it''s good.''


    He shook his head.


    After checking for other changes and finding nothing, he placed his paw on his chin and began to think.


    ''Well, I have to train. I want to be the best, so I can''t rely only on my innate talents. Fortunately, without the internet, I have plenty of time and focus to dedicate to something, and exercising seems like a good way to vent, which also contributes to my goals.''


    Puss thought, excited to become amazing, and quickly devised his plan.


    ''I''m still a very young cat, though a mutant one, so let''s start with regular bodyweight exercises first. I''ll set up a routine. In the morning, combat skills and swordsmanship, in the afternoon, physical training, and at night, stealth and flexibility. Let''s go with this for now. I also need to find a way to eat better. Just eating beans will stunt my training.''


    He thought and immediately started his physical training according to his ideas.


    ''Saitama training never goes out of style.''


    He thought amusedly and began with push-ups.


    Placing his soft paws on the ground, he stretched his hind legs back, and a kitten, in a comical fashion, started doing push-ups, wagging his tail excitedly.


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    ''1… 2… 3… 25… 45…''


    Puss quickly realized it was easier than he thought. It seemed that the gold talent, Mutant Cat, was no joke.


    Only when he reached 50 did he start to feel difficulty, but soon, he hit 100, and he collapsed onto the ground, his arms trembling slightly.


    His mouth was hanging open as he panted inelegantly, hot vapor escaping from his lips.


    ''Damn, cats don''t sweat except on their noses and paws, so I have to release internal heat through my mouth. This is not a good place for physical training. I need a lake… but this is the desert, there are no lakes… so I''ll try to get a bucket of water to dunk my little body in and dissipate heat during future training.''


    Even exhausted and breathless, he didn''t stop thinking about ways to improve his training. Despite his exhaustion, he was also fascinated. In his previous life, he couldn''t even do 20 push-ups without getting tired.


    A few minutes of open-mouthed panting and evaporating saliva later, he finally felt better and stood up.


    Then, with an iron will he hadn''t even known he had, he started doing squats.


    Once again, the comical sight of a kitten exercising appeared at the top of the small hill, and several children also appeared in the yard to play, occasionally glancing at Puss with curiosity and admiration.


    Some of the more extroverted ones couldn''t help but approach him, wanting to talk.


    But they were quickly discouraged.


    "Hisss!"


    With Puss''s feline eyes narrowing and a threatening hiss, they quickly turned around and ran, some even crying and stumbling along the way.


    Seeing the scene of the frightened children running away, Puss couldn''t help but feel a little embarrassed in his heart.


    They were just kids, but he really didn''t want to be disturbed. In his past life, he was introverted and didn''t know how to deal with children, so it was natural that he wasn''t much different in this life.


    Shaking his head and refocusing, he soon finished the hundred squats. Squats were much easier, so he didn''t take long before lying down and doing sit-ups.


    Thus, the afternoon quickly passed, and he successfully completed the Saitama training, but he was also exhausted.


    After a short rest, he returned to the orphanage.


    There, he finished resting, bathed, and relieved his bladder by standing on a toilet…


    ''Don''t ask why there are toilets in a time where we see guards using armor and swords—just accept it.''


    Puss thought and sensibly decided to just accept it.


    The sun had barely set, and dinner was already served, as was common in this era.


    Sitting alone, he calmly ate his oatmeal porridge in silence.


    Even Humpty Dumpty was sitting far from him.


    ''Looks like I scared them too much today.''


    Puss thought but didn''t take it seriously. At the moment, he just wanted to live for himself, free of worries, while growing in size and strength.


    Matron Imelda also passed by and looked at him with concern, but after hesitating, she didn''t approach and left him alone. She figured he needed some time to adjust to the new environment, and soon, he would make friends.


    Puss seemed to understand a little of the matron''s feelings, but there was nothing he could do. He was not the Puss from the movie; he didn''t have Humpty as a friend since he arrived. So it was natural for the matron to be worried about that.


    Finishing his porridge, he placed the plate and spoon where they belonged and went to find the matron to ask where he would sleep.


    "Are you sleepy, peque?o? Today was a busy day, right?"


    She asked gently, holding him in her arms, hiding the exhaustion in her own eyes with a soft smile.


    Puss saw it but said nothing.


    "Meow!"


    He just meowed and agreed with the kind matron''s words.


    "Then, come, I''ll show you your room and bed."


    The kind matron then took him to a large room where about eight beds were already set up. Some children were already there, but many had not yet arrived.


    Reaching a bed in the corner, she held him with one arm and pulled back the blanket covering the bed with the other.


    Laying him down carefully, she gently covered him with a soft smile.


    "This is your room, and this is your bed… And this is your home from now on, peque?o."


    She said softly and kissed his forehead with kindness before adding with a smile.


    "And we are your family. Now, sleep with the angels, mi peque?o."


    After giving him another gentle smile, she turned and left the room under Puss''s watchful eyes.


    ''Family… can I find that again here?''


    His feline eyes were full of contemplation.