Waking up at six in the morning, Shimura Danzo silently got up from the wooden bed with only a thin mat instead of a mattress. He took his wooden cane and limped to the courtyard, where he took a cold shower.
The home of the Root ANBU leader and one of the strongest shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village resembled a poor man's hut. Besides a large assortment of various books and scrolls, there was nothing remarkable in his modest dwelling. Just a wooden bed, one table, and a few chairs. The only thing indicating the homeowner's status was the kitchen filled with a huge number of fuinjutsu.
One of Shimura Danzo's few passions was fishing and subsequently preparing incredible fish dishes. He needed a top-class kitchen for that. Otherwise, he was quite cold toward food, limiting himself to rice and a few vegetables.
After washing, Danzou began his morning exercises and, through severe pain, started warming up his body. His numerous old and new wounds didn't allow the old shinobi a measured life, forcing him to fight the ailment on his own.
Many young shinobi underestimated the old wolf, seeing in him only a frail old man, and Danzou didn't rush to convince them, preferring to stay in the shadows and not reveal his true power.
He rarely made a move, but deep down he enjoyed seeing the reaction of enemies who underestimated him when the seemingly frail old man demonstrated supersonic speed and effortlessly beheaded Elite Jonin.
Such feats severely damaged his health, and the old man tried to use his full power only in extreme cases, preferring numerous intrigues or destroying enemies via Root.
After quickly breakfasting, Shimura Danzo headed to work, nodding to passersby bowing to him. He lived in a very elite district of Konoha, so most of his "neighbors" were from Root ANBU. In his life, he had survived many assassination attempts and responsibly approached his own security. However, he didn't need bodyguards, as there were no suitable candidates under his command capable of repelling a deadly assassination attempt on a Kage-level shinobi.
By eight in the morning, Danzou was in his office and began reading reports from the past evening and night. If there had been anything incredibly important, he would have been notified long ago, so he read the reports on the table without much interest.
"Nakayama Family?.. Unknown illusory effect?.. Couldn't get close to their base?.." Danzou pondered, tapping his finger on the table.
"Takashi. – He said emotionlessly."
"Yes, my lord. – Saito Takashi replied respectfully, entering his office."
"Pass all the information on this matter to the city administration. If they learn anything interesting, report to me."
"Yes, sir! – Takashi reported and disappeared from the room with the report. And though he had long risen in the service hierarchy, all of Shimura Danzo's orders were mandatory for him."
Left alone, Danzou continued tapping his finger on the table and pondering.
"Hiashi won't let Root get within a step of this matter… Looks like I'll have to wait my turn, as always…"
After Kenshin came to, he first began strengthening the walls of his fortress. Kasumi and Natsumi were sent inside with the task of activating the simplest household formations.
Even at the design stage of the new shelter, Kenshin had applied almost all the simplest formations in the right places; they just needed to be activated and connected to the energy node.
While applying the formations, Ichiro and Fifteenth with their squads acted as bodyguards for their father. Everyone except the commanders was sent in various directions to detect the enemy in advance and not let them get too close.
"Kenshin, dear, you need to rest! – Hitomi insisted, hands on her hips, wrinkling her nose. Her large breasts swayed a few times, and her wide hips enticingly took an ideal position."
Seeing such incredible beauty before him, Kenshin couldn't help but smile. His fatigue receded a bit, and he affectionately hugged his beautiful wife, then lightly kissed her lips.
For Ichiro and Fifteenth standing nearby, such displays of their father's love for other women were perceived completely normally. Their father's wives held sacred meaning for the brothers, embodying everything brightest, and above all – new life.
Kenshin wasn't shy about showing affection to his wives in front of his sons but observed propriety. He still remembered the shock when, in his past life as a little boy, he had a nightmare and ran thoughtlessly to his parents' room, seeing what no child should see.
He didn't think it would shake the psyche of his "system"-wrapped sons in any way, but he wanted a traditional family and was obliged to observe some proprieties. That's why in the new fortress, the division into "parental" and "children's" wings took a more visible form. Now even wives who had given birth had to sleep in separate rooms, further shielding future children from what they shouldn't see.
"I'm fine… – Kenshin replied affectionately and kissed his beauty again."
Hitomi blushed a little but silently continued following him, ready to provide medical assistance at any moment.
Kenshin worked until late evening, reinforcing the entire wall fifteen times. The wall created by the "system" at the fifth level of the "Shelter Creation" skill was already incredibly sturdy, able to withstand a full-power strike from a weak Jonin, and now it was even stronger; by Kenshin's estimates, it could withstand any attack from the strongest Jonin. Moreover, Kenshin ensured that the outer side of the wall had chakra-repelling properties, preventing any shinobi from walking on it.
He perfectly understood that a twenty-meter wall was no obstacle for strong shinobi, but mostly this wall was meant for a small head start and absorbing stray techniques. In the future, he planned to fortify so strongly that even an Elite Jonin would expend all their chakra trying to break in.
To Kenshin's great joy, no uninvited guests came that day, so after posting sentries, he barely dragging his feet went to sleep, taking tender Hitomi with him and using her ample breasts as a pillow.
Hitomi was happily ready to warm his bed and surround him with care, so stripping to her underwear, she let him lie on her and stroked his head for about half an hour like a mother loving her child.
Kenshin had long noticed that his relationship with Hitomi differed somewhat from those with the other girls. Outside intimate settings, Hitomi surrounded him with incredible care, which he adored. Each of his wives was unique in her own way, and Kenshin loved them all.