Kantsuki knew exactly why Mrs. Yukinoshita and the others had arrived in the Ninja World.
According to the warnings from his system, it was a collision of dimensions. A non-magical "slice of life" anime universe had crashed into the Ninja World.
The Ninja World, possessing chakra and supernatural laws, held the absolute advantage. The other world shattered.
Its inhabitants were not only pulled into this reality but were destined for harsh fates. As waves of refugees arrived, their original world was slowly being digested by this one.
Mrs. Yukinoshita and Haruno were merely the first batch. There would be more.
As for the fate of the majority of these displaced people? Kantsuki didn't care.
He only cared about the women currently in his bed.
The room was heavy with the scent of musk and exhaustion.
Mrs. Yukinoshita lay sprawled across the futon, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, eyes unfocused and glassy. She looked thoroughly broken in the most pleasurable way possible, her breath hitching in small, broken gasps.
Haruno, the "Great Fairy" of social manipulation, was currently trembling.
She stared wide-eyed at her mother, swallowing hard. She had watched the entire night unfold.
Her mother hadn't been allowed to rest. Not once.
Haruno felt a phantom ache in her own legs just watching.
That… looks like it would kill someone.
"Just once! Only once, okay?" Haruno had bargained earlier, her voice trembling.
Her plea had been answered with a kiss that swallowed her protests.
Evidently, her new master didn't agree.
This isn't right! Haruno thought, burying her face in the pillow as shame and pleasure warred within her. He already wrecked Mother, how does he still have energy for me?
For several days, Kantsuki did not leave the house.
He drowned himself in this gentle hell.
But strictly speaking, Kantsuki wasn't just slacking off.
Every moment spent "tormenting" the Yukinoshita women occurred after he had drained his chakra practicing Ninjutsu. And the act itself?
That was Taijutsu training.
[Basic Konoha Taijutsu: LV4 (31%) -> LV4 (34%)]
Kantsuki glanced at the interface in his mind with satisfaction.
An unexpected harvest.
Taijutsu represented physical intensity and stamina. Only with a strong body could he make these women beg for mercy.
It was entirely logical.
Days later, Kantsuki walked down the main street of Konoha.
His handsome features drew eyes, but it was the Chūnin flak jacket that turned those glances into respect.
Status in the village was visual and immediate.
Yet, Kantsuki's eyes were on the environment. The village was depressed. Pedestrians walked with hurried steps and sallow complexions. The shadow of the Third Great Ninja War still loomed large over the economy.
He tightened his grip on the file tucked into his vest and quickened his pace toward the Hokage Tower.
He knocked lightly on the office door.
"Enter."
The Third Hokage sat behind his desk, waiting for his favorite workhorse. The smile on his face was kind, grandfatherly.
He loved a pawn willing to sacrifice for the village.
"Kantsuki, my boy. How have you been? I apologize for pulling you in; we are simply too short on manpower."
"Lord Hokage speaks too heavily. Contributing to Konoha is my duty."
Yes.
This was exactly what the Third wanted to hear.
Coupled with Kantsuki's serious, upright demeanor, the old man's smile deepened.
"Good. You are an ANBU veteran now. This mission isn't difficult. You will lead a team to protect a caravan of traveling merchants."
It sounded absurd to call someone a "veteran" after six months.
But that was the reality of Konoha.
Every department was bleeding. They lacked people, money, supplies, and commerce.
Which was why Kantsuki had brought a solution today.
"Lord Hokage, before that, please take a look at this."
He placed the organized file on the desk.
Surprised, the Third took the document and flipped through it. A proposal submitted by his own ANBU loyalist deserved a read.
As he read, his eyebrows climbed.
Business?
A clothing line?
Wait… do we Konoha natives have the brains for business?
It wasn't that Hiruzen looked down on his people, but history spoke for itself. Ninja knew how to kill, how to hoard land, and how to collect protection fees.
In their minds, owning land and taking a cut was the pinnacle of economics.
Now, here was a young lad telling him that Konoha could run its own commercial empire?
Hiruzen's eyes lit up, but he suppressed the reaction.
He calmly lit his pipe, took a deep drag, and let the smoke veil his expression.
"Kantsuki… are you confident in this?"
Kantsuki offered a wry, bitter smile and waved his hand.
"Lord Hokage, you know me. I just want to contribute to the village. This is merely an attempt. I can't guarantee anything. I might even lose money."
This was a lie.
The business plan had been drafted by Yukino and Haruno. It was solid. Kantsuki knew it would make a killing.
But he wasn't here to brag. He was here to secure a backer.
And to sell his misery.
Old Man! Time to pay up!
Do you have the heart to watch your loyal young subordinate go bankrupt?
"Is that so…"
Hiruzen cooled down instantly.
No confidence.
The Third didn't like uncertainty. In the past, others had tried to do business. They lost everything, including their pants. It happened so often that the village collectively decided they just weren't cut out for it.
But then, Hiruzen noticed the desperate expectation in the young man's eyes.
He hesitated.
Forget it.
Let's give the lad a chance. Let him hit a wall, suffer a loss, and then he'll be more practical in the future.
"Kantsuki. Tell you what. I will personally sponsor you with one million ryo. I'll also open a trade route permit for you. Whether you succeed or fail… depends on you."
One million ryo.
To buy the eternal gratitude and diligence of a useful tool?
The Third Hokage considered it a bargain.