Evening of the 392nd day. Konoha.
"Hitoshi-sama, today during the day, a report on a new group of mercenaries called "Nakayama Family" arrived at the Konoha city administration. Here's a copy. – A middle-aged man reported respectfully, reverently handing over a small folder with a few sheets.
"Hm… – Hyuga Hitoshi muttered and began reviewing it."
"And what kind of report is this?! There's nothing in it! – The old man exclaimed angrily, having read everything written on the three sheets of paper in half a minute."
The middle-aged man just stayed silent, knowing his lord's temper.
"So Konoha has no grounds to interfere in the affairs of a group of mercenaries that hasn't broken any rules, but our clan does… – Hyuga Hitoshi muttered thoughtfully, then raised his eyes to his subordinate and asked:." Does Hideo already know?
"Hideo-sama has his own people; most likely, he's also aware of everything concerning this situation… – The middle-aged man said in as calm a tone as possible, trying not to anger his lord even more."
"Don't even think about it, Father. – Hyuga Hideo said in an emotionless tone, appearing on the veranda. – Hitomi's matter, with Hiashi-sama's permission, is under my control, and I won't let you interfere."
"Do what you want, but I'll ensure that spawn is punished according to clan rules! – Hitoshi hissed, barely containing his anger."
"And in turn, I'll ensure Hitomi gets a fair trial. – Hyuga Hideo said resolutely, and before leaving, added: - Tomorrow I'll pay a visit to these mercenaries calling themselves "Nakayama Family" and conduct the appropriate investigation. If it turns out they are guilty of brainwashing Hitomi, your people had better be far away at that moment, Hitoshi, or they risk falling in a dangerous battle against strong mercenaries.
After Hideo left, Hyuga Hitoshi sat silently for several more minutes. His subordinate feared moving and angering his lord during this time, but after a while, Hitoshi sighed and said: - You may go…
After the subordinate left, Hitoshi sank into thought. He couldn't understand when his relationship with his son had deteriorated so much. They had never liked each other before, but after what happened with Hitomi, Hideo had essentially erased him from his life, allowing himself things he hadn't before.
For a second, the thought flashed in the old man's mind that Hitomi didn't deserve such treatment, but it was immediately suppressed by years of anger after the dream of his life – moving to the main branch of the clan – was shattered. He still remembered how the tolerant attitude from main branch members instantly turned to contemptuous and neglectful.
Recalling these numerous moments, anger boiled in his chest again, and unable to hold back, he slammed his palm on the table with force, splintering it and cracking the wooden floor. At that very moment, he imagined striking the culprit of all his woes, in his opinion, Hyuga Hitomi, and after the strike, the anger in the old man's black heart subsided a bit.
Waking up on the morning of the 393rd day, Kenshin first took a shower with Hitomi. To their joint regret, Kenshin had no time for fun, so after quickly but caringly washing each other, they headed to the kitchen, made in the image of the previous one.
"Good morning, girls. – He greeted his wives affectionately and kissed each offered cheek joyfully."
"How did you sleep? – Kasumi asked with a sly smile, noticing he came with Hitomi."
"We were good together, right, dear? – Hitomi purred softly, pressing her breasts against his arm."
"Stop it, – he said with a cheerful smile, noticing the other girls starting to look at him displeasedly, suspecting he wasn't paying them enough attention."
"Fine. Nothing happened… – Hitomi whispered with a sigh, and the others instantly relaxed, noticing her sad tone."
Starting breakfast, Kenshin was simultaneously planning the application of simplest formations in the fortress. There was so much work that he couldn't handle it alone, so he decided to entrust part of the simplest formations to Kasumi and Natsumi, who had gotten somewhat accustomed to simplest formations corresponding to levels 1-2 of the "Formation Creation" skill.
"Girls, here's your work plan for today. – He said, and with a light touch transferred information to each about what they needed to do today. Mostly the work was quite simple, requiring only minimal knowledge in formation creation and free time."
"Wow, you've thought of everything… – A minute later, Kasumi muttered in surprise, having processed all the transmitted information. It was all structured and fully integrated into Kasumi's brain, as if she had made the action plan herself and knew exactly where to go and what to do."
Natsumi recovered a little later and blinked silently for a few more seconds. Kenshin couldn't stand this cuteness and sat the slender beauty on his lap, hugging her tenderly.
"Everything's fine, dear… Sorry for sending you such a volume of information; in a couple of minutes, this chaotic state will pass. – He said affectionately, kissing her cheek and stroking her head."
Natsumi just mewled something indistinct, and after a few seconds began nuzzling her beloved. At the moment, her consciousness was in chaos, as if she were very drunk, so the green-eyed beauty wasn't controlling what she said.
"Kenshin… Ugh… Please… Take my ass again… – She whispered, pressing her face to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, descending to his broad chest."
From how skillfully she squirmed on his lap, Kenshin's pants began stirring, and he barely found the strength not to fulfill her enticing request.
The other girls barely held back from laughing out loud, giggling into their palms. Kasumi was especially amused, waiting for the moment to laugh at her eternal rival, but restrained herself out of great respect for Kenshin, who didn't approve of even joking conflicts among family members.