Chapter 118

A knock on the door sounded.

Akayo Toori, a humble fourth-ranking official in the court of the Daimyo of the Fire Country and a third-generation hereditary aristocrat, frowned irritably and tore himself away from the mountain of documents in front of him.

- Yes?

The door opened and a familiar young man dressed in the latest metropolitan fashion appeared in the doorway.

- Akayo-dono, good afternoon," he smiled, "I hope I'm not interrupting your work with my visit.

- No, no, Akira-dono, I'm always open to such good friends," the official smiled sincerely and jumped up from the table to show respect to the guest, though normally he wouldn't have thought to move.

The reason for this was quite simple - on the recommendation of a good acquaintance, Akayo had already undergone several procedures with the iryonin who had come to see him, improving his not so good health for a fifty year old man and losing ten kilos of bad fat in a couple of months.

And he wasn't going to stop at that achievement, despite the rather hefty fees for each session - just compare the number of zeros in the price list of services at the main hospital in Konohagakure no Sato and Akira's personal services.

And the awakened passion for the female sex, which had not visited the official for about a dozen years, despite all efforts, made the young man one of the most desirable guests, without mentioning the absolutely marvelous institution where the performance of such an important organ for any man was tested.

At the mere recollection of the beauties of the "Scarlet Lodge", the elderly aristocrat felt a longing in his chest and tightness in his pants, regularly going after work not home, but to the mentioned institution.

Besides, the demonstrated joy had another side - there was a rumor on the sidelines of the court of the Daimyo that this young man was the one who had broken the greyhounds that had recently so sharply stirred up the dark side of the capital.

Nothing concrete, of course, but he who had ears to hear would hear, and the Toori always preferred to keep their noses to the wind - the remaining piece of the pie from the vanished gang was in the hands of the young man now standing before him, increasing his capitals by a factor of three at least, and consequently the value of his acquaintance.

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