Naruto: Starting with Tsunade

Chapter 112 Cowherd

"I see……"

Orochimaru roughly understood what he meant.

"So, going back to the question we just discussed, could you...?"

"I'm sorry, I refuse. If he wants to withdraw because of this, then we will withdraw as well."

Kin'emon insisted, "I can pay more."

Orochimaru politely declined, saying, "This isn't something that can be measured in money..."

"I understand, you can have it your way." Kin'emon snorted unhappily and looked at Aokiji with displeasure: "When we get to Momonosuke's place, I hope you won't say you're from the Uchiha clan."

Going back to Konoha now would take too much time to change teams.

Aokiji didn't take it seriously, not even raising an eyebrow.

Without needing to be reminded, he never intended to announce to everyone that he was a member of the Uchiha clan.

The Flower Capital is quite a distance from Konoha; it takes more than a day to get there.

In the evening, during his rest time, Orochimaru found Aokiji and apologized for what happened that morning, saying that if he hadn't been so talkative, this wouldn't have happened.

"Don't worry about it, it was an accident."

Aokiji said, "Actually, you don't have to worry about my feelings."

"That won't do. Aokiji is our comrade. We'll stand together."

Aokiji glanced at Orochimaru and thought to himself that Orochimaru's personality had really changed a lot in this timeline.

Jiraiya teased from the side, "What exactly did your family do to make your employer so angry with you?"

"How would I know?"

Aren't you even a little bit curious?

"Eating little and dealing with many things, how can this last long?" Aokiji was unimpressed and buried himself in his meal.

………………

The Land of Fire.

The capital of flowers, Kabukicho.

Under the interplay of lights, a young girl sitting on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, gazes with infatuated eyes at a man with long black hair and a handsome face.

"Your Highness, why do you always swirl your coffee with a spoon when you talk to me?"

"Prince" is not the man's real name, but his stage name. His real name is Momonosuke, and he is the top male host at the Hakuba Host Club.

"Oh, my lovely young lady, this is to create a more comfortable experience for you."

Momonosuke's voice was magnetic, sending shivers down the young woman's spine: "An even more comfortable experience?"

"Yes, for example right now, don't you think that when I turn counter-clockwise and stand from your perspective, it gives off a more patient feeling?"

The young woman was completely captivated by this set of PUA tactics. Nestled in Momonosuke's arms, she said infatuatedly, "Now that you mention it, it does seem so true. Prince, you are so kind to me, to notice such a small thing for me."

Momonosuke brushed aside the young woman's hair, gently stroked her cheek, and smiled indulgently: "Of course, it's my mission to give you a healing dream, Miss."

The young woman's eyes were full of love.

"Miss, would you like another drink?"

The girl's face froze.

Ordering a bottle of alcohol here isn't cheap.

The drinks here are several times, even dozens of times, more expensive than elsewhere.

To be honest, her monthly spending at host clubs has already put him in a deficit.

A barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed in Momonosuke's eyes, and sadness clouded his effeminate face: "I know, you don't like me anymore?"

"No, that's not it..."

The young girl quickly explained that she was just a little broke lately and couldn't afford to give any extra money as a tip, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it to her sweetheart.

Just as she was hesitating about how to say it, a pair of large hands suddenly pressed down on her shoulders.

"Please, please support me forever. Only by always maintaining my position as the No. 1 in Ma Bai's career can I have enough income to take care of everyone at the orphanage."

The young girl was aware of Momonosuke's condition.

A war orphan, he wandered from place to place until he was adopted by a male escort. After rigorous training, he eventually became a master male escort who brought happiness to his customers.

Even so, he never forgot his original intention and often did good deeds to help the poor. In his words, seeing these people reminded him of his own miserable past. So, he founded an orphanage to bring happiness to everyone in his own way.

Ah ~

What an inspiring and remarkable person he is.

Thinking of all this, how could the young woman possibly refuse? She secretly vowed that even if she had to borrow money at exorbitant interest rates, she would still support her beloved's dreams.

Seeing the young woman agree, Momonosuke's face broke into a fake smile again: "Let's have a wonderful night together."

The young woman's face flushed.

The next day, Momonosuke walked out of a room.

In the corridor, a male escort from the same White Horse Host Club greeted him: "Hey, Prince, how was your night?"

Momonosuke tossed his hair, saying with a hint of disdain, "What else can it be? They're all the same, aren't they? The first time I used to wear the pillow is much more interesting."

The terms "ghost pillow" and "first time pillow" are slang used by male escorts.

Another male escort chuckled: "Don't go too far like last time."

Last time, a demon pillow went out of control and, out of love turned to hatred, planned to assassinate Momonosuke.

"It doesn't matter, everyone will still trust me the same way they did last time."

As the two were talking, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

The two were used to this kind of thing and decided to go and deal with it.

"When are you going to stop embarrassing me like this?"

The woman who said this was a young woman who had a wonderful night with Momonosuke last night.

At this moment, she is sternly questioning a young man.

The young man was so angry that he raised his hand, ready to hit someone.

Momonosuke reacted quickly, blocking the young girl's path and knocking the young man down in the process.

The man lying on the ground, filled with resentment, shouted, "Who are you?!"

Before Momonosuke could offer any explanation, the young woman beside him immediately bowed and apologized, a stark contrast to her attitude towards the young man.

"Prince-sama?"

Upon hearing his wife's fawning attitude towards him, the young man immediately understood what was happening, and his anger flared up instantly, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"How disgusting! You actually hit a woman." Momonosuke retorted, his condescending attitude filled with disdain: "As a man, I'm ashamed of you."

The young man took a deep breath and turned to look at his wife: "While I'm working hard every day, you're secretly spending all our savings on this bastard, aren't you?"

"I don't."

The young woman vehemently denied it.

"Then why didn't you come back all night last night?"

"You didn't go to work?" The young woman was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened. "Oh, so you were following me. You lied to me. There's really no trust between people at all."

The young man nearly vomited blood. Who was in the wrong first? "You've disappointed me so much. You actually used my money to support this gigolo."

"It's not like you imagine. Being a male escort is a very simple profession. You just drink and chat with customers, listen to their troubles. They have high emotional intelligence and positive values. The prince even built an orphanage to take in homeless children. I was very happy with him, and I even felt that my whole soul was redeemed."

The young man couldn't take it anymore and looked at his wife as if she were an idiot: "Are you out of your mind? This guy just wants to scam you out of your money."

(End of this chapter)