Chapter 25

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

Ichiro had made some progress in his chakra control, and although he couldn't walk on walls yet, he could masterfully jump on trees or walls, pausing for half a second, and then pushing off from the wall, making a jump higher, but provided that there was another wall in the opposite direction. Best of all, he was able to jump on trees, pushing off from one, and landing on another.

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

Every night, 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 and was 17 points, one point higher than Ichiro's. Kenshin was slow to draw conclusions based on the ephemeral indicators of "talent". He believed that talent was important, but without hard work, no talent would help.

Kenshin decided not to have any new kids yet. He wanted to find a kunoichi, level up, and then have new children with Aya. He was disgusted at the thought of it, but even more unwelcome was the thought of losing his children in the cycle of events to come. He refused to treat his descendants as a bargaining chip for achieving his goals. To him, they were the very babies who had their little feet on his chest, making it difficult for him to sleep.

For the next week, Ichiro and Keiji trained hard. Keiji quickly caught up with his brother in strength and speed, apparently feeding chakra to the muscles and internal organs, but still noticeably left in the technique.

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

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

On the fifty-fifth day after Kenshin's arrival in this world, another batch of wine matured, and Kenshin decided to sell a record-breaking batch. Twenty bottles of ten-year aging, and five bottles of twenty-year aging. 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 she hugged all three of them in turn and kissed Kenshin.

"Don't worry, Mom, everything's going to be fine, my dad and I haven't been to town yet. 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 grinned with all his thirty-two teeth.

"Don't be bored, honey. And remember, don't leave the house unless absolutely necessary. Kenshin reminded her, and after giving her one last hug, he turned around and stepped outside.

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

Is something wrong?" – What is it? " he asked, turning around.

"Yes, Mom, what's up?" Keiji asked cheerfully, impatient to go to town.

"Um, no, nothing..." she mumbled, and gave a tight smile.

Kenshin shrugged and turned around, adjusting his shoulder bag and taking a step forward, his two sons following close behind.

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

The old salesman, after seeing five bottles of 20-year-old wine, couldn't believe his eyes at first, and stared at Kenshin.

"W-where did you get this wine?" He muttered, turning back to gazing at what he considered to be a work of art.

"Master, as I have already explained, our grandfather was a wine collector, and these are his most valuable holdings. We, three grandchildren, decided to sell this wine, thinking that the work of our grandfather, in which he put his whole soul, should not be in vain, and who, if not a wine collector, can appreciate it? – He gave a pre-prepared speech.

"You're right, young man, you're right! Wait a few minutes, I need to check it out 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. He stuck a piece of paper on each bottle, and after a minute, when all the sheets were painted dark yellow, he chuckled with satisfaction.

"Indeed! More than twenty, but less than twenty-five! This is a real godsend! I'm willing to give you 6000 ry per bottle. The old man said, not taking his eyes off the bottles.

"We agree!" Kenshin immediately agreed. He wasn't in a position to argue, and with the money he earned, he could "age" as much wine as he wanted.

After a few minutes, the old man counted 37,000 ryo, and gave it to Kenshin, who quickly counted the money and put it in a hidden breast pocket, and then hurriedly said goodbye to the seller, and accompanied by his two sons, left the door.

As soon as Kenshin and his two sons left the wine shop, a burly boy of about sixteen with a Konoha protector on his forehead came down from the second floor, said a polite goodbye to the old salesman, and went outside.

On the second floor of the wine shop was an elite hall for connoisseurs of expensive wine. The black-haired Konoha shinobi, who has a keen ear, heard almost the entire conversation between Kenshin and the old salesman, hearing about the cost of five bottles of twenty-year-old wine, he could not restrain his greed. Each bottle of wine was worth more than the reward for a rank-D mission, and he decided to take action.