Crack!
The smashed fruit tray sent ripples through the room.
Moments later, the madam hurried in, five burly guards trailing her.
"What's got you two gentlemen so upset?" she asked, forcing a smile at Ebara and Sakumo.
"Look at these girls!" Ebara snapped. "Two drinks, and they're out cold, ruining our fun. Bring better ones—prettier, with stronger stomachs."
The madam's gaze swept over the four unconscious courtesans.
A glint flashed in her eyes.
Flower House's girls weren't all top-tier beauties, but their alcohol tolerance was solid.
These two were troublemakers.
She understood instantly but kept her conciliatory tone. "My apologies, sirs. I'll swap in four new girls. How about an eightfold discount tonight?"
Ebara didn't budge. "Pfft, you'll just bring more mediocre ones to scam us. Get your Flower Princess here. If I don't see her tonight, I'll tear this place down!"
The five guards stepped forward, faces darkening.
Ebara sneered. "What, wanna fight?"
A deep voice came from behind. "They're only genin-level at best. Of course, two ninja lords like you wouldn't care."
"But a word of advice: Flower House thrives here for a reason. If you're here for fun, we've got fine wine, food, and girls. If you're here to cause trouble, we're not afraid."
A man in a long robe emerged, his face cold, his presence strong—not ordinary.
Ebara raised an eyebrow. "Threatening me?"
"Not a threat," the man said calmly. "Just a friendly discussion."
Ebara nodded, as if agreeing. "Fine, let's discuss friendly-like… Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?"
His voice boomed in the man's ear like thunder, making him tremble.
Jonin!
The man was strong, close to jonin, but no match for a true one.
He tried to retreat, but it was too late.
Slap!
A loud smack echoed.
The man flew back, crashing into a wall, his face swelling visibly.
The five guards froze, then charged at Ebara.
Before they moved, pain seared their cheeks.
Something whizzed past.
"Aah!" the madam screamed.
Blood streamed down the guards' faces, turning them into ghastly specters.
Sakumo, dusting his hands, had struck.
Ebara grinned at the madam. "I came here tonight for three things: Flower Princess! Flower Princess! And damn it, Flower Princess! Got it?"
His friendly smile petrified her.
After a moment, she stammered, "Got it, got it!"
"Go," Ebara waved.
He sat back, resuming his meal.
Nothing stopped a foodie from eating.
Slacking on food meant a problem with your head.
And honestly, Flower House's chef was top-notch.
The madam rushed to the top floor, shoving open a door and dropping to her knees. "Jonin-level troublemakers! Please, Lady Flower Princess, decide!"
The door opened slowly. Two young girls helped a resplendent woman step out.
Graceful, each step blooming like a lotus, with a delicate nose, flushed cheeks, captivating eyes like autumn water, and lips red as cherries.
Her voice was crisp, like a songbird. "Is it them?"
Two portraits landed before the madam—Ebara and Sakumo, Konoha headbands visible on their arms and foreheads.
"Yes, them!" the madam confirmed.
"So Konoha's finally onto us," Flower Princess said. "But after nearly a decade of offering sacrifices to Lord Jashin, it's enough."
"You mean…" the madam trembled.
"No need to panic," Flower Princess said, chuckling. "I expected this day."
"Please leave quickly, my lady," the madam urged.
"No rush. These two are prime sacrifices," Flower Princess said, eyeing Ebara's portrait. "I hear he repelled Chiyo of the Sand recently. Lord Jashin would be thrilled with him."
She licked her lips, her gaze burning.
"Gentlemen, Lady Flower Princess is here," the madam announced, opening the door with a smile.
Flower Princess glided in, her stunning figure and face mesmerizing.
"Worthy of the title Flower Princess," Ebara said, clapping. "Gorgeous."
"For you lords, I'll play a tune to liven things up," Flower Princess said, bowing gracefully.
Ebara sized her up. Not quite Tsunade's level, but her curves were striking.
"No need. Come here," Ebara said, leering and beckoning.
Flower Princess complied, sitting across from him.
"Sit closer."
She did.
"Your hand."
Flower Princess: "…"
Was he training a dog?
She held back, pulling her wide sleeve to reveal a jade-like hand.
Ebara took it, playing with it gently.
Soft as silk, smooth as fine jade, he didn't want to let go.
But not everywhere was flawless.
He noticed faint calluses on her palm—barely detectable, missed if not for his keen senses.
He acted oblivious, turning to the madam. "She stays tonight. Don't tell me she's 'art only, no body,' right?"
Before the madam could speak, Flower Princess smiled shyly. "My lord, I know my place."
She leaned closer, her fragrance enveloping Ebara, her breath tickling his ear.
"If my lord takes me home, I'm yours tonight. Even if you don't treat me as human… that's fine."
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