Naruto: Starting with Tsunade

Chapter 113 Madara Uchiha's Eye Technique

"You're too prejudiced..."

The young man was so angry he laughed. He worked himself to the bone, hoping to provide his wife with a comfortable life, but he never imagined that by neglecting her feelings, someone would take advantage of him.

He was furious and started cursing loudly.

"Hey sir, that's really rude of you. Male prostitutes sell their art, not their bodies. Can you please stop looking at people with prejudice?"

"And your wife came here without telling you. Yes, it's wrong of her to hide it from you."

"But are you really not wrong?"

"Think about why your wife seeks pleasure here. Isn't it because you usually neglect and ignore her, which makes her heartbroken?"

"When looking at problems, please be more rational. Don't blame everything on others; that makes you seem incompetent."

Momonosuke spoke with righteous indignation, appearing to be a rational and objective person.

The young man couldn't take it anymore and immediately wanted to fight him to the death, to hell with the so-called rational and objective, the victim-blaming theory.

However, in his anger, he overlooked one crucial point: this was someone else's territory.

The moment he suddenly lashed out, he was subdued under the pretext of legitimate self-defense and subsequently imprisoned for causing trouble.

The young woman, already blinded by love, felt no remorse whatsoever; she only thought her husband was being incredibly irrational and even wanted to apologize to him.

Momonosuke wore a fake smile, as if he was already very skilled at handling such matters.

Although the demon pillow no longer has a stable source of income, in the spirit of sustainable development and reaping all the benefits, Momonosuke has no intention of simply discarding it.

As long as you trick her into going to loan sharks and brothels, you can always get some cash out, just like squeezing toothpaste.

After dealing with this matter, Momonosuke returned to his office, shedding his usual pretense. He crossed his legs and propped them up on his desk, showing none of his usual gentle demeanor: "Kurotan, pour me some tea, I'm thirsty."

A seemingly honest-looking young man served him tea and water. His name was Kurotan, and he was Momonosuke's servant since childhood.

What? You're saying an orphan has servants?

Please, that's just a persona used by host clubs for marketing purposes.

These days, without a tragic backstory, how can you evoke sympathy from the masses and stand out in the male escort industry?

Momonosuke took a sip of tea, but didn't drink it directly. He simply moistened his throat and then spat it out, only drinking the second cup of tea properly.

Just then, the door to the room was pushed open. This was his private room, and only a handful of people in the entire White Horse Host Club could freely enter and leave this room.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man with a kind face and a beard; he was the owner of this host club.

Strangely, at this moment, he displayed a very humble attitude towards his top male escort: "Lord Momonosuke..."

It seems that at this moment, Momonosuke is his boss, and he is Momonosuke's male escort.

Momonosuke scoffed, "What is it, Kanjuro?"

"Lord Momonosuke, through the closed loop of the host club, the sex industry, and loan sharking, we have now accumulated enough initial capital. Shouldn't we...?"

Momonosuke interrupted him, "I'm a little tired right now, can I rest for a bit?"

"I see……"

Kanjuro, feeling dejected, silently withdrew.

"Black Charcoal, you should go out too."

After sending the two away, only Momonosuke remained in the office.

He pulled a necklace from his collar, frowning. He had no desire to go back to that place.

……

……

Kin'emon introduced, "Mr. Momonosuke, these are the hired ninjas who will be escorting you this time."

"Why are they all kids? Are you sure this is okay?"

Momonosuke's gaze swept over Aokiji and the others, then suddenly his eyes lit up—the look of a hunter spotting his prey. He extended his hand and said, "Hello, young lady. My name is Momonosuke. I'm the top male escort at this establishment, and I'm also the target you're escorting this time."

Seeing the other person extend their hand to show friendliness, Tsunade hesitated for a moment, but did not reach out to shake it. She simply said "hello" to express her friendliness.

She doesn't really like partners who are overly enthusiastic from the start, which reminds her of Jiraiya.

Momonosuke's expression froze for a moment. Despite his sunny and handsome appearance, he hadn't expected his usually successful tactic to fail. He laughed and said, "Sorry, sorry. I actually really like little girls. I can't control myself when I see them. Please don't take it to heart."

Aokiji's inner monologue: Isn't this just a lolicon?

"It's alright," Tsunade said calmly.

Perhaps because she was too naive, she didn't notice anything unusual.

Momonosuke struck up a conversation, asking, "What's your name, young lady?"

"Tsunade."

Momonosuke was taken aback.

The name Tsunade sounds really strange.

He used excellent disguise to exclaim sincerely, "What a fine name, young lady. Do you know anything about male prostitutes?"

"I know a little."

Tsunade frowned, feeling that this host was a bit long-winded.

This kind of self-important impression from the start reminded him of Jiraiya, the type she disliked.

Momonosuke grinned, revealing his eight teeth, and struck a sunny, boyish pose: "Hosts are masters at bringing happiness to women, you know. Would you like to experience it, young lady? I can do it for free."

Tsunade asked, puzzled, "Why have you been calling me 'Young Lady' since just now?"

Momonosuke said gently, "It's a nickname for love."

Tsunade thought he looked like a pervert; this guy must be mentally ill.

Who in their right mind would use a term of endearment right away? If it weren't for the fact that the other person was her employer, Tsunade probably would have punched him for being a pervert.

Or are all male prostitutes just a strange bunch of guys?

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing?"

Tsunade didn't want to continue the conversation: "If there's nothing else, let's hurry on our way." Without giving him a chance to speak, she turned away.

It's really strange that Momonosuke's usually irresistible charm is completely useless.

In the past, it wasn't uncommon for girls Tsunade's age to go to host clubs, and he easily won them over with a few simple tricks. Why was it so difficult to win over this target?

hum~

Girl, you've successfully caught my attention.

The more unattainable something is, the more one desires it; under this twisted psychological influence, Momonosuke's gaze burned with desire.

…………

The country of peace.

In the dimly lit room, a burly man with bandages covering his eyes placed his glass of red wine on the table, swirling it as he uttered a deep, gruff voice: "So that's how it is. No wonder I couldn't find him all these years. He changed his name and even became a gigolo. Hmph~~"

His name is Dokai, and he is the nominal king of this country.

At this moment, three subordinates were kneeling before him. Upon hearing this, the overweight subordinate on the right said, "No wonder we couldn't find them. If there hadn't been a traitor among them, we really wouldn't have been able to find them."

The alluring woman on the left grinned and said, "It seems we can confirm it now, Momonosuke is that bastard."

The man in the middle, of medium build, said, "Killing Momonosuke looks easy."

"However, the escort team they are in this time includes Konoha ninjas who all look very young. Something is definitely amiss, and they are probably quite strong."

"Hehe, things are getting more and more interesting."

"Don't let your guard down."

……

……

After his subordinates finished their mission, only Dokai remained in the dark room. He slowly rose from his seat and walked to a lifelike stone statue in the room. He gazed at it for a long time, his eyes filled with endless admiration.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and frowned: "Didn't you say not to disturb me at this time?"

He turned around and was speechless with surprise when he saw the figure emerging from the shadows.

The man looked very similar to the stone statue, the only difference being that the man on the face looked older.

But there's nothing that can be done about it; after all, stone statues don't age, but people do.

"You are... Lord Madara."

Madara Uchiha smiled slightly: "Are you getting used to these eyes?"

"Thanks to you."

Dokai's tone revealed boundless admiration; without the man in front of him, he would not be where he is today.

"Take off your bandages and show your eyes."

"Yes."

Without a moment's hesitation, Dokai removed the bandages, opened his eyes, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes adorned with three tomoe.

Madara Uchiha narrowed his eyes, which rapidly transformed into the Mangekyou Sharingan. He formed a hand seal with one hand and said, "I'll give you something interesting."

Sharingan - Transcribing Seal.

(End of this chapter)