Oni Of The East Pt 1

Oni Of the East Pt 1

Hello everyone Author-Obasan here! I hope you've been very good this past week while I slaved away writing for you :) So no judgment here.

So before we start the story, I would just like to say that this new content is newly made; last time I wrote for Path of the swole was way back two years ago, when I suddenly decided to write the most outrageous story, because I read a fic about how having a swimmers body makes a person somehow faster for the 1000 time.

I don't know what the deal is with these pussies; why the hell are you going for a weak chinned slim-bodied idiot! LET THE PAWA FLOW! Slim bodies for dexterity? Who decided that? Faster body with fewer muscles Who decided that? Androgenous bodies make a better shinobi? WHO THE FUCK DECIDED THAT?!

So anyways, let me stop my rant and get on with the story, Quick update, I will be posing two chapters per week, and each chapter will be 5k to 6k words, I may miss a week or two, it all depends on my writing abilities.

So anyways, let's get back to the story!

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(Only the true OGs like Shakespeare use this program.) Cool ass pic

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(???? POV) [Unknown Location / Time ??:??:??]

Kurai Yamanomachi is a city shrouded in fog and mist, with mountains of buildings, forests of houses, lakes of blood, and rivers of sorrows and corruption. A city of wonder and disgust for secrets can be found within this insignificant city on an insignificant island.

Everyone who is someone knows how Kurai was built; it was built on the backs of escaped Shinobi, Shinobi forced to work in the mines and the blood trees, forced to extract steel and blood sap.

The slaves revolted from their shinobi clan and slaughtered them; they stole their secrets and built the city, a home and refuge for all who wished for hope.

Their hope turned into ash; every village wanted the secrets of the dead clans, every village wanted a piece of Waves, and everyone wanted something from Kurai; sooner or later, something slithers into this garden of buildings.

When the first slave shinobi escaped and survived the revolt, he and his family became Daimyō of Wave. Soon his friends became nobles.

Then a shinobi village was formed, and a Kage ruled it; the monks crawled from someplace and took their lot from this Island.

Villages sprawled, and mayors ruled their own tiny kingdoms, but what about Kurai? Who rules it, and who leads this city?

Shinobi? Daimyos? Mayors? Monks? He knew who ruled this city very well, oh he knew, for he slithered into position long ago when he joined the Yakuza.

Anyone would think that the Yakuza of Waves are weak and unimportant, but what everyone forgets is that Waves is strong.

How could a small island survive not just one country but five countries? Fire, Tea, Rivers, Wind, and Jungle. Waves stand right in the middle of these countries, yet non-dared to invade them.

The answer to that is simple; strength, Jogo knew that he came to this Island, and he knew that he needed power, joining the local Yakuza and slowly gaining his footing; when he secured his place, he simply walked up to the leader.

A fat worm that never knew its place, and he slaughtered him and his kin, he took over the Yakuza, and remolded them, remade them, and focused them in one direction. Control of Kurai Yamanomachi.

With hard work, Jogo, the abandoned field hand, rose in Waves. The previous Daimyō never dared to touch him; others never tried to take him over, and the city respected him and feared him.

Jogo took a deep mouthful of warm sake, his body past its prime, but still strong and covered with a tattoo of a magnificent flaming rooster, his hands hard as leather, with a long white mustache that defied gravity just based on (principle).

Next to him was his only son, Teruya; his son was the sole survivor from his tests, and his other brothers all died by his hands. Jogo would never hand over the Yakuza to an unworthy son.

To his left was his only daughter, Jingo. She was gorgeous, and any man under him would want her. As a matter of a fact, she started a schism within the Yakuza; a new faction dared to fight against him, Jogo.

Jogo knew why it happened; these miserable worms would never dare to turn on him unless they had help from the outside; he knew someone was playing them, but he was more cunning than brutal, for now, he would enjoy his time, and he would wait. Until opportunity presented itself, maybe he would become the new Daimyo of Waves?

He Jogo the abandoned, a Daimyo… if only his father were alive to see him… too bad Jogo killed him for revenge.

Jogo took another sip from his warm sake jug and looked at the arena, a dome made from barbed wires; the wires were covered with poison that, if ingested, would make them froth at the mouth and die an agonizing death.

The barbed dome was slightly below ground; it gave a great view to anyone who wished to watch; other Yakuza members would peak down from the stone staircase that led further up and up until it reached him.

(Similar to this, but a little refined the more stairs you go up, tables and food are there as well.)

Various red-light lanterns covered the area, with smoke from imported cigars that came from Ship country; the cigars produced a sweet-smelling smoke that had a slight blue tinge, which made the red light turn slightly purple with the smoke.

Other Yakuza members preferred to drink with bountiful ladies while they ate from imported foodstuff.

Jogo inhaled a deep sweet-smelling air and exhaled; he looked at all these imported stuff and smiled, for he knew that he had made the right choice in taking over Waves. Every ship needs to dock in Waves.

Trading ships, pirates, navels fleets, everyone must dock here. And while they are here, they trade. And the Yakuza profits from any Ryo that passes hands. Heck, even smugglers need to pay tribute to his family.

He saw another Yakuza member injecting a purple liquid. 'Dream, I think the young kids call it these days.' Jogo frowned. He added a mental note to dispose of the idiot that sold the drugs.

Jogo would never allow anyone to use dreams in his family; he looked down at the young Yakuza and saw a bright red strand of hair marking his rank. He shook his head; he needed to reprimand the senior of this kid.

He knew what dream did to anyone who uses it; at first, they feel this euphoric feeling that lasts for days, then confidence and excitement, but dream turns on them, it beats them into submission.

It would make anyone crave more and more, and with each shot, the euphoric feeling lesson and lessons, until one day, akin to a cheap hooker, you will never feel joy no matter how much you take.

Slowly the person becomes mad and will turn into a slave to a drug that will never reward them, but the feeling or need to inject the drug makes them slaves to it.

Jogo looked at one of his officers and nodded to the young Yakuza; soon, two men approached the kid, and in an instance, they began to stab him repeatedly; in the middle of the arena, blood began to spatter, scream, and intestines opened to the world, they cut off his head and threw it down into the dome.

The head rolled down from the barbed dome until it fell in between the stone wall and the dome, which housed the heads of various decomposing Yakuza and arena fighters.

The smell of the imported cigars removed the smell of death, and everyone ignored the cleaning crew. Jogo took another sip while a band began to play some bamboo (flute music).

[Start music here if you wish, name of the song I found {CloZee - Koto} Link up there Warning there are seal musical instruments in this universe, think of it as a DJ booth, but with seals. They are a new trend]

He turned his head to his son and asked. "Who is fighting today, son?"

His son turned and gave him a smug smirk. "Why, father, it's non-other than our beloved previous accountant Hisao." Teruya raised his voice a little, and Jogo heard his daughter's breath hitch a little.

"Hisao?" Jogo raised his eyebrow.

"Yes, father, the very same." His son licked his lips with blood thirst that Jogo knew about.

Jogo rubbed his long mustache. "Hmm, didn't we kill him already?"

Teruya frowned a little. "Father, you wished to make a show about it, don't you remember?"

Jogo gulped down more of the sake and snapped his fingers. "Was he the kid I cut off his leg?"

Teruya smiled. "The very same father."

Jogo smiled and leaned back. "It seems I was generous; let's see if he wins this one." Jogo looked back at his son and narrowed his eyes. "You did not temper with the competition, did you?"

Teruya gave his father a perfect smile. "No father, no harm was done to him, and no one was discouraged." Jogo could see sweat slowly falling from his son's temple.

Jogo sighed and cracked his fingers. "Good; I will really hate it if someone meddles with an honor duel." Jogo decided to let it slide for now.

Soon Jogo saw the hall's light lowering and the crowd dropping their voices; the light that illuminated the dome lit up.

From one of the seats, a hype man wearing some strange clothing began to speak about the honor duel; he told them that someone dared to flirt with his daughter and that he had one chance to leave this place alive.

The hype man spoke the name. "And the offending party! The one-legged accountant Hisao!"

From an entrance, Hisao showed himself with dirty brown hair, and clothes that were splattered with blood, old food, and mud. In his hand was a crutch to support his missing left leg. His face, will, and body were beaten and ruined.

A gasp came from his left, and he saw his daughter's eyes glistening; Jogo frowned and looked at his son. "If you ruined the duel, Teruya…." His son's eyes widened a little. "You remember what happened to your brothers…."

Jogo threatened, but he slowly stood up and spoke to the crowds. "I see you did not try to run Hisao… that is a point in your favor; it seems that you have some honor," Jogo shouted down at the gathering crowd.

Hisao looked up at them, and he glared at his son, then his eyes softened at his daughter; he looked at him and straightened up. "I would never sully my honor like that, Oyabun…." Hisao looked down for a moment; then, he straightened himself up. "I am ready for what is about to come."

{Note; Oyabun means boss, Billy calls Yamazaki; Oyabun because he is literally his boss. + I like it sue me}

Jogo smiled and took a final gulp of his warm sake and another until the whole bottle was empty. He threw it down and broke it on a poor sap's skull. "LET THE DUEL BEGIN!" He raised both of his arms in the air, and all the people below him screamed in joy.

Various Yakuza gathered around the dome and looked on in intrigue; Jogo looked down at them all and spoke. "Who would fight for the family's honor? Who would like to go into the dome?"

Immediately various voices shouted and begged to be picked; they all wished to fight for his name and recognition. Suddenly one voice rose above all; Jogo looked on and smiled. "YOU!"

Jogo pointed at a shaved man with broken teeth; his body was covered in tattoos in the shape of razor wires, his eyes were bloated from some medical condition that made them glow red, and he had a smile on that could break glass.

Jogo knew who that man was; he was one of his officers and one of the strongest. "THE BEAST SHALL FIGHT!" shouted the beast while smiling and raising his hands to the crowd; he was eight feet tall, with a body that could break steel.

The beast walked towards the dome and removed his clothes; only a small loincloth covered his manhood. "Pick one item." The Hype man spoke to the crowd while Jogo sat down, looking down in interest.

The beast chose a large hammer that was wrapped with razor wire, similar to the dome. He walked in and began to stretch while the door behind him closed.

The hype man quickly walked towards Hisao. "And Hisao! Who will fight for you, or are you willing to fight for yourself?!"

Jogo heard his son's smug chuckle, and he narrowed his eyes in annoyance, but then he noticed that Hisao's calm was still there. Hisao looked at them all and raised his voice for all to hear. "Since I've been disabled, I cannot fight for my honor."

One Yakuza member made a joke, and everyone laughed at Hisao, but he continued on. "I found a man who is willing to fight for me!" Hisao glared at jogo's son.

Silence greeted Hisao's announcement; Jogo heard various people speaking on how it was possible and who could betray the family.

Hisao looked back towards the entrance and spoke again. "In the north, they call him Bane! He is a killer, slaughterer, and carnage incarnate. Many Shinobi tried to kill him, but they failed, for he is the darkness, and he was molded by it! (BIIIIIIIGG BANE!)" Hisao screamed in a theatrical manner.

From the shadow, a man covered with a thick cloak that hid everything slowly walked with confidence; he was seven and a half feet tall. The man looked around the arena, and his eyes landed on the beast.

Jogo stood up again and smiled a vicious smile, his old blood boiled with excitement for the fight. "Yes! This will be a fight!" Jogo was annoyed that they told him Hisao would fight on his own, it would be boring, but now… oh, now it was so much more exciting.

He looked down at Hisao. "If you lose this fight, I will kill you quickly." Jogo knew that his gift was appreciated. He sat down again, but he was on the edge of his seat; he wished to see the blood.

Bane strolled towards the dome and removed his hat. Long, ruby, bloody hair that was tied into a long ponytail that reached his feet. He pulled his cloak, and bulging muscles revealed themselves; scars covered his body head to toe.

On his face was a half mask that was illuminated by his savage gaze. When he tried to walk towards the dome, the hype man asked him. "Bane! What weapon would you choose?" When Bane was about to reach for a large hammer, the hype man spoke again. "Oh, and you need to remove your mask; only one item is allowed inside the dome!"

Bane removed his hand from the hammer, cracked his knuckles, and he spoke in a loud, deep voice. "I'm gonna crush this pussy with my hands." Bane walked inside with nothing but a loincloth and a half mask.

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(Billy's POV / Big BANE!)

Billy walked towards the dome, he saw the razor wire covered with poison, and he remembered Hisao's words. 'Two enter the dome; one leaves the dome.' For some reason, Billy felt no fear; his body sang with excitement.

His teeth and gums quivered with bloodlust. He knew that he needed the Yakuza; for now, Billy needed to join them as a cover and to gather information.

He looked at his smirking opponent, someone larger than him by a half foot. "Oi, youz gonna be sorry you spoke dat way ta me cunt." The beast spoke with his broken teeth.

Billy's hidden smile stretched, and really wished for a good fight; he needed to show the Yakuza that they needed him, and what better way than to beat their beast into submission? Billy looked up at the beast. "I am going to break you and make you squeal."

The beast snorted, and he narrowed his eyes; the hype man raised his voice. "NOW!"

Instantly the beast charged with a guttural rawer that shatters any normal man's confidence.

He raised his mace high and swung it down; the sound of the razor wire was akin to bells of death, but Billy quickly dodged to the left, and the mace hit the concrete floor. Sparks from the friction flew up, but the beast was not done. He dragged the mace to the left and swung again at Billy.

More sparks flew towards Billy, but he ran towards the beast and jumped at the last second; with a small mocking gesture, Billy slapped the beast's shaved head.

The sound of the slap echoed across the room, and the silence was broken; the hype man screamed for everyone. "THE BEAST HAS BEEN HIT FOR THE FIRST TIME!"

Yakuza members cheered and splashed sake around the arena as a gesture of their pleasure.

The beast slowly turned around, his one eye bulging with hate while his other eye, which was slightly out of socket began to turn red from his anger. "Oi, youz bastard! Iz gonna smash ya!" The beast charged with his mace and began to swing it left and right. And Billy dodged each strike with ease. "Coward Ztand Ztill!" The beast charged a devastating blow to Billy's legs.

Billy jumped back and did a backflip. "All right, that is enough." Then, for the first time, he charged chakra to his right arm and stood still; he saw the beast charge at him and swung his hammer down.

He felt the mace smash on his palm, but he felt no pain. The mace stopped in its track; Billy quickly used his left arm and hit the mace smashing it to pieces, and the razor wires scattered around the arena.

The beast's eyes blinked for a moment, but Billy quickly delivered a right hook to the beast's nose, breaking it and spraying blood all over the place. The beast fell down on his back from the blow; the razor wires that mingled with the blood and sake penetrated his back, making him scream with anguish.

While the beast moaned in pain, Billy walked forward and stood on top of the man; he raised his fist and began to deliver blow after blow on his nose crushing his bones and spraying more blood.

The crowd cheered more for the blood, and they wanted more; something inside of Billy wanted him to continue with the beating; he could feel his blood boil with excitement. With each hit, he could feel the soft flesh breaking, and the moaning from the giant of a man thrilled him; his hidden smile stretched (unnaturally).

The beast began to convulse with each hit, and panic appeared in his eyes; he saw something in Billy's face that made him pee himself, and he whispered with fear. "Death."

Billy took one last hit, and he inhaled the smell of iron and blood. "Pussy." Billy insulted the beast just when he was about to stand and throw the beast on the razor wires to end him.

The beast spat on Billy's face. An ugly green blob of spit hit Billy's face; something within Billy's snapped; he remembered all the times on the farm when he was spat on and humiliated.

His hands twitched; he could feel his shoulders snapping, bones popping all over his body and popping back into place, the mask began to dampen, and blood began to seep from Billy's blooded gums.

He could feel the need to chew on something, the irritating feeling of teething, akin to food stuck between your teeth for days. He could remember the body's memories, the bastard fat genin, pissing on his body.

The torture he endured, seeing Kumo's hired bandits playing with his body, beating him up, marking their names on his body, he saw them killing his father, they played games with him, promised that they would not kill him if he cut his fingers off.

He did; each finger they asked for more, and more, until all of his fingers were gone, then they skinned him alive in front of him, and they spat on his body when he died with a whimper.

The next memory was of him being spat upon by the genin; he could feel blood gushing from his tightly closed fist; he slowly looked down at the one who spat upon him, awakening the deep dormant memories.

Rage took over. Immediately Billy's chakra surged, an ugly red akin to oily blood seeped from his body, and his eyes became white with berserking rage. Billy's hand grasped the bloated eye of the beast, and he pulled it; a red vine of flesh and blood parted from the beast's head.

A snap and blood sprayed Billy's body, covering his face and body with bright red blood; Billy squashed the eye in his hand and screamed at the beast.

Billy, who was on top of the beast, screamed at him, making the beast's wails die out from his rage. He pulled back his hand and slammed it right into the empty eye socket, jamming his finger in to cause more pain; the beast thrashed around, but Billy wanted to hurt him more.

The sound of the cheers died down when Billy became the beast; he removed his mask showing his lipless mouth with his jiggered teeth; reaching down, he bit on the beast's neck and pulled more flesh, spraying the arena with more blood.

He spat the ugly piece of flesh to the side and held the beast's head, and began to bang on it on the bloody floor; more and more, he banged that at this point, Billy was sure that the beast was dead.

The only sound was his hard breathing and the sound of banging; soon, he brought his hands to the beast's head and began to squeeze; more chakra burst into his hands, covering him with bloodlust.

With a final scream. "NO ONE SPITS ON ME!" He squeezed, and akin to a balloon filled with blood, the beast's head popped.

Billy was not done; rage was still there; he took the beast's carcass from the foot and began to beat the dead body on the ground, flesh and blood sprayed with each hit, more and more; he hit, with each slam, he saw a limb tearing itself away from the body.

After a while of him beating on a dead body, he finally felt his mind returning; he saw in his hand a broken ribcage with skin bearly attached to the blooded bones, organs long crushed from the force of the attack.

In an arena that was covered with bits of flesh, bones, blood, and organs, a new beast emerged.

Billy's blood cooled a little, and his chakra subsided, his breathing a little hoarse, but the euphoric feeling from getting his revenge finally reached him. Billy slowly stood up and spat on what was left of the body. Then, he covered his mouth again and looked at all the shocked and blood-covered Yakuza members.

Slowly the sound of clapping reached him; Billy looked up at the head of the Yakuza, Jogo. "Well done," Jogo spoke with tears leaking from his eyes. "Now, that was a bloody good show," he spoke with a hitched voice, akin to someone watching a drama show.

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(Yunmi's POV)

Yunmi walked with Danzo on the open misty fields of Waves; the open fields of rice paddies and small farming community gave the countryside a nice atmosphere; for two days, Yunmi and Danzo walked at civilian speed towards Jinja city.

For the whole walk, Danzo gave Yunmi lessons on how to act as a poor farmer girl with an abusive father. "Now, remember when we meet the lady of the brothel, you should act scared of me while staying very rigid."

Danzo Stopped for a moment and squinted his eyes at the large cluster of mountains, a large natural ring of mountains surrounding Jinja city; in the middle of the mountains was a large valley with a large river that flowed from the mountain.

The river splits the city in half and travels to the outside of the city, providing water to the farming communities next to it; the river then travels south of waves and falls into a large pond.

Yunmi looked down at the city and gasped with awe. Large boats went back and forth from the river, clusters of houses and trees stacked on top of each other; each house had orange lights that lit up their homes and wooden bridges connecting the split city.

She saw the snow-topped mountains that surrounded the city, clouds falling from the mountain akin to waves, and the clouds merged with the surrounding mist; the clouds fell into the city and mixed with the buildings.

Everywhere she squinted, she saw people walking, talking, eating, and visiting large buildings that lit up the city more. "Stop," Danzo commanded.

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(Jinja city, Thank you, AI ART!)

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Yunmi stopped her movement, and she saw him approaching her; in his hand was a large stick. "Alright, since we are almost there, we need to have some bruises on your hands and a fist imprint on your face," Danzo commented casually.

Shying away from the voluntary child abuse, Yunmi asked. "Could we not cover it up with makeup?"

Danzo shook his head. "You know you've been hit harder than this in the academy, and we need your act to be believable; there are a lot of eyes in this city." He turned his head and looked down at the city.

Sighing, he squatted and looked Yunmi in the eyes. "Think of it this way, do you know how many abused girls get thrown in the brothel houses?" Yunmi shook her head. "A lot, every week, there are two or three girls who get sold to a brothel by their families."

Yunmi sighed and steeled herself. "Fine, do it."

Danzo gave a single nod and stood up; then, he raised his stick up. "Right, so just raise your hand like you are trying to defend yourself." Yunmi did, and Danzo swung down; he caught her pinky finger and hit her thighs.

Yunmi did not even make one bit of noise. "Alright, left hand now." Danzo swung down, slamming the stick on the back of her hand, and the stick hit her stomach. "Good, one more on the side of the head." He raised his hand and swung down, and hit Yunmi near her right eye.

Yunmi looked down at her hands, and she saw them turning red. "Alright, that seems good enough." Danzo bent down and channeled some healing chakra; when the bruise turned purple, he lifted his hand and smiled. "That should be two days of natural civilian healing."

Yunmi stood up with a grumble, she could feel the pain in her thighs and her fingers, and her right eye was swollen, but she bit down on her lips and handled the pain; she had worst from Billy's love taps in the academy when they learn taijutsu.

"Here." She heard Danzo throwing some bad-smelling clothing at her. "Wear this behind that tree; I'm going to change when you are done."

Yunmi gulped and walked behind the tree; she peaked to see Danzo giving her his back, and she saw him smoking from his pipe again. She looked down at the clothes and saw various stitches on them; they smelled like a farm animal's behind! "Don't forget to imprint your smell on them!" Danzo shouted at her.

Yunmi sighed. "I am so going to hate this mission. I would rather get hit again than this," She complained; Yunmi always loved soft clothes, and now she had to wear something that even the farmers of Konoha won't wear.

She quickly rubbed the clothes all over her hair and body, imprinting the bad smell on her, then she changed her clothes. She walked to Danzo when she finished. 'Ew! They feel so damp from the rain!' she complained.

Danzo hearing her footsteps stood up and gave her his pipe. "Keep it hot while I change." He commanded, and she looked at the pipe.

She could feel Danzo walking away; Yunmi kept her eyes on the small pipe in her hand. 'I wonder…' she could remember reading a couple of fashion magazines, and she saw one of her favorite models smoking a similar pipe.

Yunmi looked at the pipe and gulped, and remembered the writing in her favorite magazine (Kunchi living). 'The magazine said only a classy lady can smoke and look fashionable….' She slowly took a whiff of the tobacco smell. 'It does not smell that bad….'

{Author's note, you might be familiar with this character, I'm stealing her, someone needs to steal from this show, and I'm doing it; she is officially canon as a shinobi/model}

[Author here again! The timeline of this fic is in the good ol olden days; they have a Hokage advertisement on the street with the Hokage smoking! Think of the timeline like the seventies. Everyone smokes.]

She remembers how Billy told her how he smokes his cigars. 'Right so I just need to cover the lungs with chakra.' She remembers how he compared smoking to the safety technic the academy taught them in case they were trapped in smoke. 'I remember the academy telling us to make a thin membrane of chakra around the lungs.'

She channeled chakra to her lungs and gulped, she turned around, and Danzo was still changing; she quickly rubbed the pipe smoking hole with her clothes cleaning it, then she took a big gulp of smoke.

Yunmi could feel her lungs heating up; she could feel a slight buzz from the back of her head; she exhaled and pushed all the impurities out of her lungs, then she smiled. She held the pipe like the model she saw in the magazine. "Ara ara, we are not done shooting yet?" she took a smug look and smiled to herself. 'Is this how cool ladies feel!' She smiled to herself.

"When I said keep it warm, I meant to keep it off the ground, not smoke it." She heard the dry voice of her sensei.

Yunmi quickly looked back and saw her sensei looking at her with disappointment. "And here I thought you were the brains between my students…." He rubbed his face in disappointment.

"Sensei! I AM SORRY!" (Yunmi quickly held tightly to his shirt). "Don't tell them on me! They will make fun of me for days! PLEASE!" She begged, she always made fun of Billy for smoking, she claimed that he was trying to look cool, and now she is doing the same. Billy won't let her live this down.

Danzo sighed. "Let's just go." Yunmi began walking, but she stopped when Danzo coughed. "My pipe, please." He requested.

Yunmi looked at the pipe, still in her mouth; she slowly removed it and gave it back to Danzo, who quickly tapped the pipe, letting the tobacco fall down, then he continued walking towards the city.

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(Yunmi Yamanaka Pov) [Jinja city's red district / Time 7:32 PM]

Yunmi sighed and looked at her. 'Father,' he reeked of cow dung and sake. "Danzo sensei," Yunmi called out to her sensei inside of her mind.

Danzo grumbled and staggered with his walk, appearing to be a drunken that was being helped by his daughter. "Yes?" he replayed while scratching his ass.

"Do you have to pretend that hard?" Danzo leaned down further into Yunmi's shoulder, and he ogled some of the working ladies that were calling him.

Danzo whistled at a passing girl, and he laughed like a crazed man, then he spoke to her inside of her mind. "First lesson on infiltrating, never half-assed anything, everything must be calculated and more." He narrowed his eyes. "For example, see that man?"

Yunmi looked across the city's streets; gravel paved roads, people hawking their wares, beggars begging, cheap night ladies, sake stalls, oden boilers, and more. Yunmi looked past all these people and focused on one man looking at her with intense fury.

Yunmi fell back into her training and pretended to help her father stand up straight. "What about him?" She asked.

Danzo pulled out a small sake bottle and took a deep gulp from it; he exhaled with a flushed face, tongue sticking out like a dog. "Rich clothing, ornated weapon, intense look on you; we are in the middle of the red district." Danzo fake stumbled around. "Care to share your views." His deep voice totally contrasted with his whiny outside voice.

Helping Danzo up again, Yunmi spoke. "Maybe I remind him of his family, and he is mad at you?"

Burping in the air, Danzo spoke inside of her mind again. "Wrong," Danzo commented while they walked to a dirty brothel. "He is clearly a samurai; see how he is standing, how he is holding the scabbard."

"What does that have to do with anything, sensei?" Yunmi projected while looking at the dirty brothel and the people who leered at her from it.

Danzo took a step towards the brothel. "A samurai's first instinct when they see something that angers them, like a drunk father that is clearly looking to sell his daughter, is to grab their sword handle."

Yunmi took another step behind Danzo's. "But this man is clearly interested in you, while at the same time, he knows that I am about to sell you, so that leads to different answers to our question."

"He is not poor, he clearly has an owner on account of his lost pinky finger, and he is interested in you, so that leads to two answers; the first is that he is interested in your young body." Yunmi gulped, and she felt shivers.

"The second and the most likely scenario is that he wishes to bring you to his master." Danzo was about to step into the dirty brothel, but she heard a voice speak to them.

"Are you perhaps wishing to sell the little one?" The samurai called out to them while glaring at the dirty brothel owner who was about to approach them; the brothel owner quickly stumbled back and ran back inside.

She heard Danzo speaking into her mind. "Like clockwork." Danzo smiled. "Let's see what he has to offer."

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Yunmi followed Danzo out from the poorer district and looked at the much fancier ones; they stood out in contrast to the richer clients, clients that Yunmi noticed were mostly rich, gold-covered monks. 'Sensei might have scouted this place first before he did this whole theater of infiltration.' Yunmi thought, and her respect for her sensei grew three times that day.

The Samurai Sakata walked them into the new cleaner brothel. Yunmi looked up at the sign. 'The Busty Pearl.' She frowned at the name. The busty pearl was situated between two man-made canals; small boats ferried people between the rich district of Jinja, and pink lily pods floated on the clean canals.

Bridges of stone that people used to get in and out of the small island, the busty pearl was a large building that had blue roof tiles, orange candles, and orange lights came out of the building.

(The Busty Pearl!)

The sound of laughter and music emanated from the building where people went and came out. She could smell the smell of sake, and food served in the building.

When they entered, Sakata brought them to the side, and they walked further into the courtyard; soon, no one was around, only a small building with no light on it. "Please make yourself comfortable; the owner will soon grace you."

The samurai bowed to them, and Danzo made a revolting sound while grumbling about the lack of sake. Yunmi entered with Danzo, and she left her dirty reed sandals outside. The room was dark with dirty tatami. 'Whoever built this room wanted no one to come here.'

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(Tajima Miyako POV) [Jinja City / Busty pearl brothel.]

Tajima sighed; she looked at the working girls in her high-class brothel; she sat on a large red bean bag, she lifted her pipe, and took a smooth drag from it, then she exhaled.

The moment an eye lands on Tajima, they would think that they could live their whole lives without working; if only they took a single item from her. Her bulky silks, trinkets, bells, long golden pipe with the shape of a green dragon, and her long twenty-centimeter shoes.

Tajima had long white hair that could reach the floor if she unfurled it, but as an Oiran escort, she had many golden trinkets and jade attached to her hair; she had her hair bound in a bundle of these trinkets with bells signaling her steps.

When people hear the bells of an Oiran, they gather and gaze upon her beauty, dignity, and the ideal idea of a woman. (Tajima is a status symbol of Jinja city); she alone is the sole surviving Oiran of Jinja.

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{Author's note: Search up Oirans if you want to know what that is; I ain't gonna explain shit. If you don't want to search, think of her as a high-class escort; thank you, Ai Artiest SAMA!}

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But if a person thinks that she is beautiful based on the items she had or her looks, they have truly lowered themselves in her eyes; an Oiran is no simple woman who sells her flesh to satisfy the urges of unclean men.

No, Tajima is far above petty money-grubbing ideals; she is far above that, she is the ideal woman, and she would live up to that even if it would kill her.

She looked down at the dancing girls and their clients. 'A lot of monks these days…' she thought while taking another drag; she looked at her girls working, luring, extracting information.

Tajima built this pleasure house from her own sweat, blood, and tears. She sacrificed a lot for this house, and Tajima did not like her new predicament. 'Fucking bastard monks, hypocrites, and thieves, the lot of you.' She exhaled the smoke and glared down at the bald monk who made a fool out of himself, dancing naked while drinking.

"My lady." Tajima heard the voice of her servant and assistant; she turned her head and looked at her. Her assistant slowly walked toward her, and she whispered into her ears. "We have another stray; our boys caught the father before he sold her to the first brothel he saw."

Tajima inhaled and spoke while exhaling. "Does she have potential?"

"Yes, my lady, growing hips, breasts, and a lovely shade of glossy black hair; the demeanor could use some work, though."

"Hmm." Tajima hummed, then she stood up with the pipe in her left hand. "Let's go." She commanded, and her assistant bowed.

Her long shoes obeyed her command, and years of using them taught Tajima how to walk with no assistance from no one; she held her head high, and she could feel her two other servants carrying the dragging silk behind her.

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Tajima walked into the isolated room, and there, she saw two dirty reed sandals; one was smaller than the other; she walked into the room and saw an older man with gross hair that dangled down from his dirty and sweaty body.

The smell of sake was all over him, and he had this broken look on him that Tajima knew very well; ever since the new Daimyo faction took over the capital and installed the son of the previous Daimyo on the throne, Waves was in a silent crisis.

She sighed and sat on her chair; the shinobi that used to guard Waves silently were removed, the Yakuza were split in half, and the new monks were causing bureaucratic troubles and stealing everything they laid their eyes on.

"Dance for me, girl." She finally laid her eyes on the girl, white skin that was covered with dirt; she saw the bruised skin on her body. 'Typical, abusive father, drunk, lost, and does not know what to do with a young girl.'

The girl began to dance, she saw all her sloppy movement, but she saw potential, Tajima decided. "How much?"

The father looked up. "one million ryo." He instantly offered.

Tajima sighed. "Half a million and one bottle of sake for the road." She looked at the father and saw the diluted look on his face; she once bought a girl for the price of two bottles and a hot meal.

The man sighed. "Two bottles and half a million."

Tajima smirked. "Done. Sakata-kun, give the man what he owed." She looked at one of the samurai guards, who bowed and took the father with him.

"Come with me, girl." She commanded and took a deep puff from her pipe. "We have a lot of work to do.

Tajima took a few steps that echoed out of the wooden room, and when she heard that no one was following her, she turned around and saw the girl spacing out. 'We have to train that out of her.'

She looked back at her assistant and gave her a nod; then she walked out of the room; Tajima heard the whimpering of the girl behind her; her assistant was pulling her along by her ear.

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Tajima walked into the new girl's dorm, every room had ten futons, a table for the girls to eat in, and three tabled mirrors for the girls to look at themselves while applying makeup.

She looked at the gathering of girls comforting another girl. "It's alright uminaki-chan; you are not alone; we are here with you." One of the braver girls Tajima knew soothed the crying girl.

"Tasaki." The brave girl stopped talking and looked at the Tajima; she quickly stood up and walked towards her, and she gave her a deep bow. "Yes, lady Tajima?"

Tajima looked behind her and saw the new girl walking into the room. "You have a new sister working with you; show her the ropes, clean her up, feed her up, and tell her what her new job is."

"At once, lady Tajima." Tasaki bowed again.

Tajima took a puff from her pipe and turned around to leave, but she stopped and looked at the new girl. "How forgetful; what is your name, darling?"

The new girl looked up and smiled. "My name is Sasaki."

Tajima smiled and exhaled while walking away. 'I cannot wait to see you bloom into a beautiful flower, my dear Sasaki.' She thought while looking down at the various men downstairs, drinking and whoring they're daily earnings to her. At her house, she is an empress.