For the next hour Kenshin devoted to questions about the Hyuga clan and Byakugan in particular. Hitomi told him everything she knew without hesitation. He was surprised by the clan's structure. Though he already knew about the "main" and "branch" divisions, the information was heavily distorted and inaccurate. In reality the "main" branch consisted of one ruling family—rarely exceeding 15-20 people.
Hitomi told him rising from branch to main was nearly impossible—but miracles happened. Specifically—the great-grandfather of the current head belonged to the branch family but had incredible talent and purest bloodline, rising to Elite Jonin level and defeating a Kage-level shinobi in a death battle.
Information about Byakugan differed from Kenshin's superficial ideas. From Hitomi's explanation he understood Byakugan had clear gradation depending on bloodline—but throughout life Hyuga shinobi improved their Byakugan's quality anyway, though incredibly talented descendants did so much faster and easier.
Main differences between Byakugan were scanning range and quality. Hitomi herself could scan up to three kilometers away; the clan head—rumor had it—at least fifty. She explained main branch members were true monsters—easily seeing through any concealment fuinjutsu and tracking chakra trails without issue, determining ownership and direction.
Hitomi couldn't do such feats, but Kenshin still considered her incredibly useful—and didn't hesitate to mention it, slapping her big ass again.
"Ah! Stop it—your every touch makes me lose concentration…" she whispered, lying in his embrace.
"We'll continue tomorrow—for now it's dinner time," he said with a smile and slapped her ass again, making the mature woman hiss with arousal before leaving the room.
Hitomi pouted and rubbed her ass, then stood—unable to hold back a smile—and followed him. Though at lunch she was in complete shock and nearly cried from offense, by evening she had surprisingly almost accepted the situation. She still disliked that Kenshin had other wives—but she saw how he loved each and knew she would never be abandoned.
Entering the kitchen, Kenshin smilingly invited her to the table and sat her beside him. Natsumi and Aya nodded lightly; Kasumi smiled. Hitomi liked this cheerful Nara clan girl and didn't mind talking with her.
"Unfortunately Ichiro and the boys are already asleep—so the celebration for Nakayama Hitomi is postponed until tomorrow. Tonight we'll eat in a small circle. What will you have, girls?" he asked with a smile, stroking the thighs of Aya and Hitomi sitting nearby.
"Mmm, I want fried potatoes with mushrooms and meat!" Aya declared, practically drooling in anticipation.
"I'll have vegetable salad—I'll choose myself," Natsumi said and stared at one point. An interactive menu invisible to others appeared before her eyes.
"And I want those round things with meat filling—'pelmeni'," Kasumi said with difficulty. Kenshin had long noticed Kasumi loved Russian cuisine—she constantly ordered borscht, solyanka, pelmeni, and even happily ate kholodets, which gave other girls goosebumps.
"Hitomi?" Kenshin asked with a smile, stroking her plump thigh again.
"Ahem… I don't even know…" she replied and grew embarrassed. Everything was new to her; the authoritative operating room woman was incredibly shy on unexplored relationship territory.
"Let me help you choose. Relax and look," he said, standing behind her and placing both hands on her head.
"Ah!" Hitomi cried fearfully, seeing an unfamiliar semi-transparent interface before her eyes.
"Shh, relax—it's just a dish selection menu. Look—here's sorting by category, calories, name, and many personal preferences. Choose the needed category—what do you like?" he whispered tenderly, guiding her mind.
Kenshin's telepathic abilities developed day by day; now he could at least see through his wives' eyes and slightly guide them in small things. This was only because their minds were 95% loyal to him—but even the remaining 5% was more than enough for studying memories or individual experience.
"God, what an interesting 'menu'—first time seeing something like this…" Hitomi muttered in complete shock. She quickly figured out how to control the context menu and enjoyed browsing categories—especially incredibly colorful images of prepared dishes. Raised in traditional Japanese culture, she loved fish—so chose salmon fillet with rice as garnish. Kenshin additionally selected some greens and sauces so his beloved could fully enjoy dinner.
"Thank you," she whispered and stroked his hand.
Kenshin smiled and tenderly kissed the back of her head.
"Pfft, stop cooing—let's eat!" Kasumi declared, rolling her eyes.
"Alright—bon appetit, girls," he said and, sitting in his place, smilingly began dinner.
After dinner Kenshin decided to let Hitomi rest and gather her thoughts—so she slept alone in her room. Natsumi was quickest to assess prospects; when everyone went to bed she quietly left her room and climbed under Kenshin's blanket. She wanted affection but had been pregnant for a week—so he only hugged her and stroked her head until she fell asleep.