Chapter 25

By the evening of the next day, Keiji was finally fully grown and could hear his father's mental commands. Kenshin was delighted and immediately involved his son in training, giving him exactly the same training program as Ichiro.

Ichiro had made some progress in chakra control, and although he could not yet walk on walls, he could masterfully jump on trees or walls, pausing for half a second, and then pushing off from the wall, jumping higher, but provided that there was another one on the opposite side wall. He was best able to jump through trees, pushing off from one and landing on another.

Keiji really wanted to become as strong as his older brother, so he plunged headlong into training, very quickly awakening his chakra, following the advice of his older brother.

Every evening the two brothers sparred under the competent guidance of their father, and became stronger every day.

Keiji's talent was even slightly higher than his older brother's, amounting to 17 units, one unit higher than Ichiro's. Kenshin was in no hurry to draw conclusions based on ephemeral indicators of "talent". He believed that although talent is important, without hard work, no talent will help.

Kenshin decided not to have any new children for now. He wanted to find a kunoichi, raise the level, and only then have new children with Aya. He felt disgusted at the thought of it, but even more unwelcome was the thought of losing his children in the cycle of future events. He refused to treat his descendants as bargaining chips to achieve his goals. For him, they were the same babies who trampled their little feet on his chest, preventing him from sleeping.

Over the next week, Ichiro and Keiji trained intensively. Keiji very quickly caught up with his brother in strength and speed, apparently having imbued his muscles and internal organs with chakra, but still remained noticeably behind in technique.

Every day, Kenshin forced his sons to spend at least an hour practicing throwing shuriken and kunai, setting a living example for them, and practicing himself. Sparring using kunai was not carried out for obvious reasons, but Kenshin found a very good alternative and threw small stones at his sons, forcing them to fight everything off with kunai. A few days later he switched to shurikens, and both of his sons very quickly learned to deflect objects flying at them.

Kenshin and Aya's sex life had faded a bit, but he still found his wife in the shower every few days, or dragged her into the bedroom, and thanked the soundproofing formation for keeping Aya's incredibly loud moans at bay. She knew no one could hear them, so she didn't hold back and screamed at the top of her lungs as the head of his big cock slammed into her little womb, sending sparks into her blue eyes.

On the fifty-fifth day after Kenshin arrived in this world, another batch of wine was ripe, and Kenshin decided to sell a record large batch. Twenty bottles of ten years old, and five bottles of twenty years old. Kenshin "ordered" Aya to stay at home and not go out unless necessary, because he took both of his sons with him.

"Be careful..." Aya whispered, and hugged all three in turn and kissed Kenshin.

- Don't worry, mom, everything will be fine, my father and I have visited the city more than once. – Ichiro stated, adjusting his shoulder bag.

- Yes, mom, don't worry. We'll bring you a roll of silk so you can sew something! – Keiji said and smiled with all thirty-two teeth.

- Don't be bored, honey. And remember, don't leave the house unless absolutely necessary. – Kenshin reminded her, and hugging her for the last time, turned around and stepped outside.

As soon as Aya saw the three retreating backs, her heart skipped a beat. She suddenly felt something very bad and called out: "Kenshin!"

- M? Something happened? – He asked, turning around.

- Yes, mom, what happened? – asked the cheerful Keiji, who was impatient to go to the city.

"Um, no, nothing…" She muttered and smiled tightly.

Kenshin shrugged, turned around, adjusted his shoulder bag, and took a step forward, his two sons following him.

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The trio reached the city without incident, and immediately headed to the wine shop.

The old seller, seeing five bottles of 20-year-old wine, at first did not believe his eyes and stared at Kenshin.

- W-Where did you get this wine? – He muttered, returning again to contemplating this, in his opinion, work of art.

- Sir, I already explained that our grandfather was a wine collector, and these are his most valuable reserves. We, three grandchildren, decided to sell this wine, judging sensibly that the work of our grandfather, into which he put his whole soul, should not go to waste, and who, if not a wine collector, can appreciate it? – He gave a prepared speech.

- You're right, young man, you're right! Wait a few minutes, I need to check him properly. – The old man said, and stepped into the utility room, behind him. A few minutes later he came out holding five pieces of paper with a strange hieroglyph in his hands. He stuck a leaf on each bottle, and after a minute, when all the leaves turned dark yellow, he chuckled with satisfaction.

- Really! More than twenty, but less than twenty-five! This is a real find! I'm ready to give you 6,000 ryo per bottle. – The old man said without taking his eyes off the bottles.

- We agree! – Kenshin immediately agreed. He was in no position to argue, and besides, with the money he earned, he could "age" as much wine as he wanted.

A few minutes later, the old man counted 37,000 ryo, and gave it to Kenshin, who quickly counted the money, and hid it in a secret breast pocket, and then hastily said goodbye to the seller, and, accompanied by his two sons, walked out the door.

As soon as Kenshin and his two sons left the wine shop, a strong guy of about sixteen, with a Konoha protector on his forehead, came down from the second floor, he politely said goodbye to the old seller, and went outside.

On the second floor of the wine shop there was an elite hall for connoisseurs of expensive wine. The black-haired Konoha shinobi, having sensitive hearing, heard almost the entire conversation between Kenshin and the old seller, having heard about the cost of five bottles of twenty-year-old wine, he could not contain his greed. Each bottle of wine was worth more than the reward for a rank- D mission , and he decided to act