Chapter 132

Waking up at six in the morning, Shimura Danzo silently got up from his wooden bed, which had only a thin mat for a mattress. He took his wooden cane and limped out to the courtyard, where he took a cold shower.

The home of the head of the Root Anbu and one of the strongest shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village looked like a poor man's hut. Apart from a large assortment of various books and scrolls, there was nothing outstanding in his modest home. Only a wooden bed, one table, and a few chairs. The only thing that showed the status of the owner of the house was the kitchen filled with a huge number of fuinjutsu.

One of Shimura Danzo's few passions was fishing, and the subsequent preparation of incredible fish dishes. It was for this purpose that he needed high-class cuisine. The rest of the time, he was quite cold to food, and limited himself to only rice and a few vegetables.

After washing, Danzo began his morning exercises, and through severe pain, began to stretch his body. His numerous old and new wounds did not allow the old shinobi to lead a measured life, which is why he was forced to fight the disease on his own.

Many young shinobi underestimated the old wolf, seeing him as just a feeble old man, and Danzo was in no hurry to convince them otherwise, preferring to remain in the shadows and not reveal his true powers.

He rarely made a move, but deep down he enjoyed seeing the reactions of his enemies who underestimated him when the seemingly feeble old man demonstrated supersonic speed and decapitated Elite Jonin without much trouble.

Such feats took a heavy toll on his health, and the old man tried to use all his strength only in extreme cases, giving preference to numerous intrigues, or the destruction of enemies with the help of the Root.

After a quick breakfast, Shimura Danzo headed to work, nodding to the people bowing to him. He lived in a very elite area of Konoha, so most of his "neighbors" were from the Root Anbu. He had survived many assassination attempts in his life, and he took his own safety seriously. However, he did not need bodyguards, because there were no suitable candidates under his command who could repel a fatal attempt on a Kage-level shinobi.

By eight in the morning, Danzo was already in his office, and began reading the reports that had come in over the past evening and night. If there had been anything incredibly important in them, he would have been informed long ago, so he read the reports lying on the table without much interest.

"The Nakayama family?.. An unknown illusionary effect?.. Were unable to get close to their base?.." Danzo thought, tapping his finger on the table.

- Takashi. - He said emotionlessly.

"Yes, sir," Saito Takashi, who had entered his office, responded respectfully.

- Pass on all information on this case to the administration. If they find out anything interesting, report it to me.

- Yes! - Takashi reported, and disappeared from the room with the report. And although he had long since risen in the service hierarchy, all of Shimura Danzo's orders were mandatory for him to carry out.

Left alone, Danzo continued to tap his finger on the table and think.

"Hiashi won't let Root get even one step closer to this matter... It looks like we'll have to wait for our moment, as always..."

*****

After Kenshin regained consciousness, the first thing he did was to strengthen the walls of his fortress. Kasumi and Natsumi were sent inside with the task of activating the simplest household formations.

Even at the time of designing the new shelter, Kenshin had applied almost all the simplest formations in the right places; all that was left was to activate them and connect them to the energy node.

During the formations, Ichiro and Fifteenth along with their squads acted as bodyguards for their father. Everyone except the commanders were sent to different directions in order to detect the enemy in advance and not let them get close enough.

"Kenshin, honey, you need to rest!" Hitomi insisted, placing her hands on her hips and wrinkling her nose. Her large breasts swayed a few times, and her wide hips temptingly took the perfect position.

Seeing such incredible beauty before him, Kenshin couldn't help but smile. His fatigue eased a little, and he gently hugged his beautiful wife, then gave her a light peck on the lips.

For Ichiro and Fifteen standing nearby, such manifestations of their father's love for other women were perceived as completely normal. Their father's wives had a sacred meaning for the brothers, personifying all that was brightest, and above all, new life.

Kenshin was not shy about showing signs of love to his wives in front of his sons, but he kept up appearances. He still remembered the shock when in his past life, as a little boy, he had a nightmare and without thinking he ran to his parents' room and saw something that no child should see.

He did not think that such a thing would somehow shake the psyche of his sons, who were shrouded in the "system", but he wanted to have a traditional family, and was obliged to observe some decency. That is why in the new fortress the division into "parent" and "children's" wings acquired a more visible form. Now even wives who had given birth had to spend the night in separate rooms, and future children were even more protected from what they should not see.

"I'm fine…" Kenshin answered tenderly and kissed his beauty again.

Hitomi blushed a little, but silently continued to follow him, ready to provide him with medical assistance at any moment.

Kenshin continued working until late evening, strengthening the entire wall fifteen times. The wall created by the "system" at level 5 of the "Shelter Creation" skill was already incredibly strong, capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a weak Jonin, and now it was even stronger, and in Kenshin's estimation, it was capable of withstanding any attack from the strongest Jonin. In addition, Kenshin made sure that the wall had chakra-repellent properties on the outside, preventing any shinobi from walking on it.

He knew perfectly well that a twenty meter wall was no obstacle for strong shinobi, but for the most part, this wall was intended to give a small head start and absorb random techniques. In the future, he planned to strengthen himself so much that even an Elite Jonin would spend all his chakra trying to break through.

To Kenshin's great joy, the uninvited guests did not arrive that day, so after posting sentries, he barely shifted from foot to foot and went to bed, taking the tender Hitomi with him, using her lush breasts as a pillow.

Hitomi was happy to warm his bed and take care of him, so she stripped down to her underwear and let him lie on her, stroking his head for about half an hour, like a mother who loves her child.

Kenshin had long noticed that his relationship with Hitomi was a little different from his relationships with other girls. Outside of intimate settings, Hitomi surrounded him with incredible care, which he loved madly. Each of his wives was unique in their own way, and Kenshin loved them all.