The next morning everyone was in a gloomy mood and practically didn't talk to each other. Aya occasionally got lost in her thoughts staring at one point and new tears flowed from her eyes from time to time. Ichiro quickly ate and went to the gym setting himself the goal of becoming so strong that none of his future brothers would die.
Kenshin also ate quickly and silently went about his business. In this pace two weeks flew by unnoticed. Kenshin worked on creating formations, Ichiro trained, and Aya did household chores. Kenshin created two amulets of protection from physical impact and gave them to his wife and son. On the seventieth day after arriving in this world he gathered almost all the money and went to the city ordering Ichiro to take care of his mother if he suddenly didn't return.
Aya and Ichiro were in shock and tried to dissuade him from whatever he had planned, but Kenshin was adamant and hugging his wife goodbye left the house.
By eleven in the morning Kenshin reached the site of the former battle; he found no traces. Wincing from the surging memories he moved on and after an hour and a half found himself in the city.
He had thought about this idea before but it seemed disgusting and repulsive to him. But having lost one of his sons Kenshin reconsidered his views. No matter how disgusting this idea was to him he no longer wanted to lose loved ones.
Full of determination he headed toward the previously targeted expensive clothing store, and half an hour later his pocket was 8000 ryo lighter. He had 44,000 ryo left in his hands, just enough to spend the night in an elite brothel with a kunoichi.
There were still several hours until evening, and Kenshin slowly ate then headed to the local "beauty salon" where he was cut, given a beautiful hairstyle, manicured, and changing into rich clothes he began to resemble the son of a rich official.
Opening the richly decorated door of the elite brothel Kenshin arrogantly headed to the registration desk.
"Hello sir, how can I help?" a beautiful young girl standing behind something like a registration desk asked with a sweet smile.
"Call the manager," Kenshin declared without respect in a commanding tone.
The girl was stunned for a moment then looked at this young man's rich appearance and his manner of holding himself and chirped: "Yes, of course. Please follow me to the waiting room, sir."
Kenshin not caring about anything followed the girl down a long corridor and passing one of the rooms through the half-open door he saw HIM.
On a large sofa lounged an elderly man with absolutely white dishevelled hair, two red lines from eyes to chin, in a red cape and wooden sandals. Beautiful girls pressed against him from each side, and several more dazzling beauties sat on the next sofa.
Seeing one of the three legendary Sannin, a shinobi of Kage level, Kenshin almost tripped over his own foot but quickly regained his composure and glanced at Jiraiya again. He, as if sensing the gaze directed at him, instantly turned and stared at Kenshin still completely relaxed.
Kenshin quickly looked away and moved on entering the waiting room the girl politely pointed to.
"Please come in, sir. The manager will be here soon," the girl purred and fluttered away.
A few minutes later a middle-aged woman with large breasts and an equally large ass entered the room. To Kenshin she seemed like a caricatured "mommy" in a brothel.
"Hello, sir. My name is Fujiwara Keiko, I'm the manager of this establishment. May I know the gentleman's name?" Keiko purred tenderly. Kenshin noted her high professionalism. Obviously this woman knew perfectly how to find keys to men's hearts.
"Very nice to meet you, Keiko-san. My surname is Nakayama," Kenshin answered very politely without giving his name.
"Well then, Mr Nakayama, how can I be useful?" the mature woman said in a voice sweet as honey.
"You know, I love thrills but have never been with a strong kunoichi. Could you arrange that?" Kenshin asked with a smile.
"Oh, I understand, sir, but unfortunately all kunoichi are busy this evening…" Keiko said sympathetically.
"Damn Jiraiya! He probably took all the kunoichi. Well, what now?!" Kenshin thought then said:
"Hm, and there's really nothing that can be done?" he asked in a serious tone and looked the woman straight in the eyes.
"Well… There is one more option, but I don't even know if it's possible. Wait a few minutes and I'll let you know for sure," Keiko said unable to withstand the captivating gaze of the young heartthrob. She was an experienced temptress but for some reason immediately felt sympathy for this young man from the first glance, so she decided to meet him halfway.
"Yes, of course, Keiko-san. I'll wait," Kenshin answered with a smile.
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As soon as Fujiwara Keiko left the door she immediately thought about "one more option" and the smile instantly fell from her beautiful lips. She quickly walked to the second floor and knocked on one of the doors.
"Natsumi, open up!" she said in a dissatisfied tone.
A few seconds later the door opened and dissatisfied Keiko entered.
"Natsumi, stop making scenes. Get ready, you have a client," Keiko said barely restraining irritation.
"Client? If it's that white-haired old man or one of the fat officials, I'd rather die than lie with them!" Natsumi snapped.
"You'll dare to disobey?! If it were my will you'd have been kicked out long ago!" Keiko shouted.
"Oh yeah? Well try to do something to me, we both know you won't dare!" Natsumi snapped back.
Keiko barely suppressed the raging anger and calmed down. "No, this time it's not an old man and not a fat man. This time a very handsome young gentleman came, and if you refuse now when Omaeda-sama returns you'll be kicked out with a bang! Well, what have you decided?!" Keiko asked challengingly.
Natsumi was very angry but didn't dare continue the conflict. She took a deep breath and looked Keiko in the eyes setting a condition: "I must see him. If I don't like him you know my answer!"
Keiko suppressed another flash of anger again and agreed. She led Natsumi to the neighbouring room bordering Kenshin's room, and Natsumi stared at the handsome young man behind the glass.
Kenshin couldn't see them. From his side this glass was a mirror, but from the other side the relaxed young man was perfectly visible.