Looking at the three "women" standing before him, Tengen Uzui suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
If his three wives ever looked like this, he'd rather remain pure for the rest of his life.
That was a deadly serious vow.
Fortunately, his own wives were all beautiful and lovable.
"…Fine. We'll just make do."
Uzui said reluctantly.
"What do you mean 'make do'?!" Zenitsu immediately protested.
"We went through all this trouble dressing up like this and you're still not satisfied?!"
"Look at Inosuke's face! Isn't that the face of a beauty?!"
"Among the three of us, the only one slightly lacking is Tanjiro!"
"…Uh…"
Tanjiro suddenly became the victim of friendly fire and awkwardly covered half his face.
Aoyama stepped forward and stopped Zenitsu from jumping at Uzui, gesturing for Uzui to explain the plan.
Uzui spoke seriously.
"Here's the assignment."
"You three will infiltrate the Entertainment District first."
"And while inside, you'll help me locate my wives."
"Aoyama and I will also enter the district to gather intelligence about the demon."
Zenitsu suddenly ripped off his wig and threw it on the ground.
"You stupid man!"
"What kind of nonsense is this?!"
"You want us to go to the Entertainment District to help you find your wives?!"
His spit sprayed all over Uzui's face as he yelled.
Uzui wiped his face slowly.
Then clenched his fist.
"Don't joke around!"
"Making your subordinates run personal errands like finding your wives in the Entertainment District?!"
"Who does something like that?!"
"WHAT ARE YOU MISUNDERSTANDING?!"
Uzui lost patience and punched Zenitsu, knocking him flat.
"You idiot!"
"My wives infiltrated the district to gather demon intelligence!"
"Their regular reports suddenly stopped!"
"That's why I came!"
Zenitsu, lying on the ground, still looked doubtful.
A weird guy with such questionable taste… actually had wives?
Uzui slapped him again and proudly pointed at himself with his thumb.
"My three wives are all elite kunoichi!"
He even pulled out the letters they had sent him as proof.
Zenitsu felt like lightning had struck him.
This strange man not only had wives—
He had three of them.
Aoyama figured the argument had gone on long enough.
He had already skimmed through part of the letters.
So he pulled Zenitsu up and shoved the wig back onto his head.
"Mr. Uzui, let's get to the specifics."
Uzui nodded and looked at the three cross-dressing men.
"You must keep a low profile."
"You'll infiltrate the inner circles of the Entertainment District."
"You'll work as courtesans and gather information about my wives."
This time even Inosuke understood.
The snack he had been about to shove into his mouth fell to the ground.
"WHAT?!"
"Courtesans drinking with males?!"
"That's impossible!"
"Maybe your wife is already dead!"
Uzui immediately raised his fist and punched Inosuke.
Aoyama reacted instantly and blocked the blow.
"Mr. Uzui, calm down."
"I'll deal with him."
Then Aoyama turned around and beat up the loose-mouthed Inosuke himself.
Among the three of them, Inosuke had the most delicate face.
Uzui absolutely could not damage it.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have a fourth "woman" to replace him.
After removing Uzui's flashy accessories and changing into ordinary clothes, the Sound Hashira looked like a tall and handsome man.
Aoyama also changed into normal clothing.
Then the group headed for the Entertainment District.
Yoshiwara Entertainment District
A night city overflowing with human vanity, desire, love, and hatred.
Aoyama led everyone through the brightly lit streets.
If they wanted information, the three had to be sold into brothels.
And they had to be placed in different establishments.
Tanjiro was chosen by the madam of the first brothel almost immediately.
Because he looked honest and hardworking.
Just like that—
Tanjiro was left behind.
With the remaining two, they continued searching for another establishment.
Suddenly, the street erupted into excitement.
A courtesan procession had appeared.
The Oiran had come out to greet an important guest.
An Oiran was the pinnacle of beauty, talent, and education.
Men rushed forward to watch.
Ordinary people rarely saw an Oiran in person.
Even some women came to see what kind of beauty could captivate their husbands.
But after seeing her—
Many left silently, feeling inferior.
Standing at the side of the street, Aoyama observed carefully.
The Oiran truly was an extraordinary beauty.
At that moment, a brothel madam approached them.
Inosuke, still unaware of the situation, pointed at the passing Oiran.
"This woman walks so slowly!"
"If it were me, I'd have already run from one mountain to another!"
"She's too slow!"
"In the mountains, she'd get killed like this!"
Aoyama immediately stepped sideways, blocking the madam's view.
Then he whispered sharply,
"If you keep shouting nonsense…"
"I'll let you taste my fists again."
Inosuke shut his mouth instantly.
The madam arrived and smiled politely.
"Excuse me, sir."
"Could our establishment take in this child?"
"We guarantee she'll be well taken care of."
Perfect.
This matched Aoyama 's plan exactly.
He glanced at Inosuke and nodded.
"Thank you very much."
Since the madam liked him, she offered a large sum of money.
Aoyama accepted without hesitation and handed Inosuke over.
Still confused, Inosuke allowed himself to be dragged away.
But when he saw Aoyama waving goodbye—
He waved back enthusiastically.
Zenitsu watched Inosuke disappear.
Now he was the only one left.
Yet none of the madams had chosen him.
"Senior Brother Aoyama …"
"What's going on?"
"They both got chosen…"
"…Does that mean I'm the worst one here?"
Zenitsu began doubting the quality of his cross-dressing appearance.
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