Izuna, restore the glory of the Uchiha!

The capital of the Land of Fire was bustling with activity.

The Uchiha convoy had already raised the fan-shaped banners symbolizing the clan outside the city. As soon as Suke entered the city, ceremonial officials who had been waiting for a long time came forward to greet him.

A lengthy reading made me want to doze off.

The formalities were finally over, and the group was welcomed into a luxury inn.

The location here is neither too close nor too far from the inner city, making it convenient for audiences without feeling overly restrictive. It seems His Majesty has put some thought into it; all the facilities are very comfortable and appropriate.

The officials who came to greet them also arranged a very thoughtful itinerary for their visit.

The daimyo's audience was scheduled for three days later.

During these three days, in addition to experiencing the local customs and culture, they also need to make a trip to the official vassal school to invite scholars to teach in their ancestral lands with a thirst for talent.

This demonstrates thoroughness in terms of etiquette.

However, there's no rush to get down to business.

The bureaucrat's implication was quite clear: the daimyo meant to let the distinguished guests enjoy the pleasures of the capital first.

Fine food and wine, it would be impolite to refuse.

I feel unworthy to receive such beauty and splendor.

"Lord Izuna..."

A sweet, seductive call added a touch of spring to the dimly lit room.

The renowned courtesan in the restaurant was now veiling her face in red makeup, her rouge as white as snow.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall as she lay languidly on one side of the soft couch.

As Izuna finished drinking and returned home, he opened the door to find this erotic scene before him.

He was slightly taken aback, then realized what was happening.

The door behind him was slowly closing, and he instinctively held it open to keep it wide open.

He always maintained a rather distant and polite attitude towards women, especially those in the world of pleasure.

"please."

He raised his other hand towards the door.

"My lord... I..."

The courtesan pursed her lower lip slightly, her eyes sparkling.

"Did the Daimyo send you?"

Izuna raised an eyebrow, his eyes clear.

This woman was forced by the powerful and wealthy; what difficulties could she possibly have?

"no."

The daimyo simply instructed the innkeeper to take good care of the group of ninjas.

Offering herself as a concubine implies that she is someone of high status and intends to curry favor with him.

or……

After getting drunk, Izuna's fair skin turned a rosy red, and the upturned corners of his eyes were even more alluring than usual.

After a night of passion, no one knows who took advantage of whom.

When they were in the clan's territory, even though the clan chief and his family were handsome, everyone dared only to discuss them in private out of respect for power and authority.

When those rumors reached Izuna's ears, they often turned into words of praise. He behaved with utmost propriety, never daring to offend anyone in the slightest.

Once outside, the situation completely spiraled out of control.

During the journey, whenever Izuna dared to linger outside in crowded areas, he would lift the curtain for a little longer.

The gazes that lingered on his face were definitely several times more numerous than those that stared at the family banner, which was as long as a person and half a person wide.

Less than a day after entering the city, even more rampant than the visit of the Uchiha Second Chief to the capital was the rumor of the Uchiha Second Chief's good looks!

He now truly understands that being handsome can also be a trouble.

The scene remained tense for a moment. An elderly woman cleaning the house pushed a rag past the door, saw this, politely looked away, and quickened her pace.

This can't go on.

Izuna closed the door but didn't lock it, and took the opportunity to move aside and create some distance.

He pointed to a chair.

"sit."

As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down at a safe distance.

The courtesan reluctantly leaned against the chair, her back slightly slumped, her long legs elegantly crossed, one hand lazily resting on the armrest to support her chin, her eyes fixed on him, her dark pupils clear.

Izuna had no choice but to ask, "How old are you?"

"What does it have to do with you, sir?"

The courtesan's eyes showed a hint of weariness; she seemed to have developed osteomalacia, unable to straighten her back, a stark contrast to her appearance just moments before.

Izuna's eyes sharpened, but the courtesan waved her hand and smiled:

"nineteen."

"You intend to waste your youthful years here?"

"Is Your Excellency trying to persuade a prostitute to reform herself?"

This inn is one of the most extravagant dens of iniquity in the capital of the Land of Fire.

To become a top courtesan here, the woman before me must not only have complex interpersonal relationships and a very high price tag, but also be incredibly skilled.

Therefore, Izuna wouldn't naively believe that she offered herself to him simply because she was attracted to his good looks.

There must be a deeper demand behind this.

Most men would gladly accept this move from a courtesan.

In the throes of passion and infatuation on the bed, what promise can't be made?

"Haven't been home for a long time?"

Izuna changed the subject.

"good."

"Where are you from?"

The courtesan slowly rose from her chair and walked step by step toward Izuna.

"Your Excellency asks such detailed questions, could it be that you wish to propose marriage?"

She walked slowly, her waist swaying gently, the hem of her skirt rippling like water, outlining her graceful figure.

This time, Izuna didn't dodge; he wanted to see what this woman was really up to.

He allowed the courtesan's hands to rest on his shoulders, seemingly close yet distant, touching him from the outside while also feeling close to him from the inside.

A delicate fragrance wafted over, along with a warm and gentle scent, filling the air around my ears.

Izuna held her hand as she continued to reach down.

He had no intention of losing his integrity because of this.

Her delicate hands took the initiative, stroking his wrist, the pulse between them barely perceptible.

Izuna sat upright and solemnly.

"A deal can be discussed properly..."

Swah——

Unexpected changes!

Without warning, a pale white bone blade shot out from the woman's palm, its sharp tip pressed against Izuna's chin.

This is?

Corpse Bone Pulse!

The Kaguya clan!

The woman's delicate body remained pressed against Izuna, but the situation had reversed in an instant.

"My lord... I don't want anything."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes, and she gently shook her head, her black hair brushing against his cheek.

No, it should be said that it's white hair disguised by dyeing...

Izuna quickly calmed himself down; he knew what was going on with the woman in front of him.

"Grandma Cat...how did she talk to you?"

A few days ago, he went to Granny Cat to buy information in order to obtain some news before his audience with the daimyo.

However, the information network within the inner city of the capital is intricate and not easy to penetrate; even throwing away tens of thousands of taels of silver might not make a significant impact.

Left with no other choice, Granny Cat recommended a way out to him.

"Once you enter the city, someone will come looking for you."

However... you'll have to negotiate the price yourself.

Now, the other party has come knocking on our door.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door; it was Xingyi and his guards.

The bone blade pressed even closer upwards, and the icy touch made Izuna hesitant to make any rash moves.

"Don't worry, go back."

Izuna stopped the guards outside the door and looked directly at the woman in front of him.

Completely different from her pitiful appearance at the beginning.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp.

She was pleased with Izuna's understanding and said tactfully:

"I resorted to this desperate measure because I had no other choice."

Otherwise, those guards would have forced me to reveal the information long before you returned.

Even if Izuna agreed, he didn't dare to nod.

Name your price.

Izuna's tone was flat.

"You know who I am."

They should also know what I can do.

If it weren't for the money to buy her freedom, perhaps it would be something else...

Little did he know that this woman would take advantage of his kindness and, while he was speaking, she suddenly went limp and sat on his lap.

"I have no shortage of money; I have fame and fortune in this brothel; and as for beauty... I think I'm quite good at it."

Warm breath sprayed onto my neck, too close.

Izuna was startled.

Could it be that she wasn't acting, but simply being innocent—

Are you lusting after his body?