Hearing his question, both girls immediately looked at him with surprised gazes, and Natsumi immediately declared:
"Why do you need other kunoichi? Aren't we enough already?" Natsumi purred, slipping her hand under the thin blanket and finding his half-erect cock.
"If it were just about that..." Kenshin said with a sigh, stroking his beloved wife's flat belly. "I'd prefer to live out the rest of my life with you, but bastards like Kobayashi Haro won't let us just enjoy life, so I've decided on rapid expansion of our family and becoming the Nakayama Clan." Kenshin said resolutely, shocking both girls.
"And for that you need new women?" Kasumi asked. She frankly didn't like the idea, but she understood the necessity of such a decision.
"Not just women, but talented women. Their beauty and even moral qualities don't matter. In the worst case, they'll be simple concubines. I'm not going to take just anyone as wives." Kenshin said. And although all his current wives were taken exactly on that principle, he didn't want to risk it anymore, especially with female rogue ninja who had huge cockroaches in their heads.
Hearing that the future women would be mere concubines and wouldn't shake their status, Kasumi and Natsumi relaxed a bit and both pressed against Kenshin, instinctively wanting to express their satisfaction through caresses.
"Kunoichi slaves do appear, but much more often they're sold as exotic toys for the entertainment of very rich people. Virgin and strong ones cost so much that only the wealthiest can afford them. I only heard once about a grand deal where a virgin Jonin-rank was sold for seven million Ryo, and that was only because no one wanted her at the initial price. There are probably many more such deals, but only this one reached me. It was disgusting to hear about such savagery, so my knowledge is very superficial..." Kasumi murmured.
"Hm... At the moment we have four million Ryo at our disposal... We need to leave about a million for the deal with Watanabe, leaving three. Maybe we can get a few Chunin-rank women..." Kenshin murmured thoughtfully, reasoning aloud so the girls could voice their opinions.
"Lately there haven't been any major conflicts, so there might be very few Chunin women, and their price is high... In any case, please don't bring home a woman with a black heart and treachery in her soul, or we won't get along. Our disagreements with Natsumi are small potatoes compared to what such a chaotic personality would bring..." Kasumi said, not wanting to live under one roof with horrible and immoral people.
"Alright, I can't promise anything, but I'll try not to bring those whose hearts are pure darkness." Kenshin replied with a sigh, and caressed both beauties again.
Kenshin spent the entire evening discussing various details of the action plan. First, he learned the approximate location of this underground black market, which was in Shukuba city. Then he worked on degrading the quality of the manufactured blades to put them up for sale.
In the end, he still decided to sell high-quality shinobi weapons, with slight differences from the blades and shuriken given to his sons. Even so, the resulting two hundred shuriken and three katana were heads above this world's analogs without complex fuinjutsu seals.
Unfortunately, the system allowed producing no more than 200 shuriken and 3 katana per day. However, Kenshin wasn't upset and planned to establish a trade agreement with one of the major shinobi weapon sellers as well.
On the morning of day 415, Kenshin took Ichiro and Fifteenth with him and headed straight to Shukuba city. The women insisted he take more people, but Kenshin flatly refused, reasoning that Ichiro and Fifteenth were enough to repel a sudden attack, and in case of danger, Kenshin could easily escape with them by air.
They reached the city in less than an hour, and Kenshin first decided to establish trade relations with a major store selling shinobi gear. The fame of the Nakayama Family couldn't have missed such a nearby city, and the mysterious stately man accompanied by two Jonin left no doubt of his importance to onlookers.
And though Kenshin looked like an ordinary person, no one dared think he was some insignificant figure. That's why the seller from the Kimura family's "military pavilion" bowed and instantly called the manager.
"Greetings. I am Kimura Masao; how should I address the esteemed sir?" the plump old man politely inquired, sweat beading on his forehead.
"My surname is Nakayama." Kenshin replied relaxedly, sitting on the luxurious sofa, exuding superiority with his entire demeanor.
Masao had already received brief info that a big shot from the recently buzzed-about "Nakayama Family" had graced his store, and hearing the commanding tone and seeing the bodyguards, Masao was fully convinced that offending this man was unacceptable. And though the Kimura family was extremely prestigious, overshadowing the minor mercenary outfit in comparison, Masao couldn't boast great power in the family, so he was obliged to show great respect even to ordinary Jonin, let alone someone guarded by two Jonin.
"Emm... H-how can this old man be of service to the esteemed sir?.." Masao stammered. It was his incredible obsequiousness toward superiors that helped him build the right relations with the family head's brother, who appointed Masao manager of the "military pavilion."
"Enough formalities; let's get to business." Kenshin replied irritably. Such people really got on his nerves, as he could perfectly sense the personality of the old man standing before him. If Kenshin had come to this pavilion a year and a half ago, Masao would have gleefully kicked the dirty beggar out of his store, not hesitating to break a few bones.
Kimura Masao's face became maximally attentive and servile. He demonstrated interest and meekness with his entire demeanor, which usually pleased his superiors, but Kenshin barely restrained himself from punching that disgusting face with every second.
"It so happens that my Family has taken up producing high-quality shinobi weapons, and your pavilion caught my eye first." Kenshin said in a calm tone.
Hearing his words, Kimura Masao barely restrained a smile. He assumed the Nakayama Family had chosen him as their supplier of various shinobi tools, but Kenshin disappointed him. However, Masao was very meek and patient, so he feigned huge interest and continued listening.
"Here. Any of these six katana is many times better than anything sold in your pavilion." Kenshin said authoritatively, placing six sheathed katana on a small table, and continued. "Here are 400 top-quality shuriken. Better stay quiet and check them yourself; you have fifteen minutes." Kenshin said, feeling he might lose it if Masao opened his mouth.
"Very well, sir. This old man will return in a flash." Masao said, bowing low. He carefully took one katana and a stack of twenty shuriken, and silently vanished into the depths of the pavilion.