Stepping in, Ebara's eyes were glued to the dazzling women sashaying about.
"That one's huge—blinding!"
"Wow, her figure's insane!"
"This one's even better…"
"This is a man's paradise!"
Strolling Flower Street, Ebara recalled a poem: Blossoms dazzle the eyes, like tender grass…
Unlike Ebara, Sakumo's gaze stayed focused, ignoring the women beckoning them inside.
Ebara kept quiet, enjoying the "swaying branches" and tossing out playful banter.
"Hey, cutie, come sit with us!"
"Not sure about cutie, but I'm definitely not small!"
"Come here, little brother, I'll show you a treasure!"
"Haven't I already seen it? So eye-catching!"
"What a sweet talker!"
"You haven't seen my real skills yet."
After half an hour, they reached the end of Flower Street.
Instead of another street, they faced a grand building—ornate railings, towering stories, resplendent.
At its center hung a bold, gilded sign: Flower House.
Though it was nearing dusk, the building blazed with light, glowing like a palace.
"Here?" Ebara asked.
"Here," Sakumo confirmed.
"What's the plan? You can tell me now," Ebara said.
"There's a kid trapped here. We need to get her out."
"How old?"
"Teenager."
"No, no, I meant her measurements."
"…"
"Kidding. We can't go in like this. Let's change."
Ebara was fine, but Sakumo's ninja gear stood out too much.
They changed clothes and entered Flower House.
"So handsome! Are they noble sons?"
"Whoever catches their eye tonight's set!"
"If all clients looked like them…"
"Handsome or not, who knows if they're all show?"
"Stop dreaming, girls. Be real. Earn money, go home, marry a good man."
"If they're rich lords, some wallets are getting fat tonight."
All eyes in the hall turned to Ebara and Sakumo.
"Gentlemen, your names?" a woman in her thirties approached, her charm practiced.
"Taiyo Sakurai," Ebara said, gesturing to Sakumo. "My brother, Taiyo Sakutaka."
"Got it?" he added, playing the seasoned patron.
"Noted, Master Taiyo," the madam said, playfully tapping Ebara's chest, her fingers lingering.
"Show us your girls," Ebara said, brushing her hand away.
"Of course." She winked reluctantly and led them upstairs.
Sakumo scanned the building, taking in every detail.
Ebara did the same.
The hall was filled with women—dazzling courtesans and bustling maids.
Men were either clients like them or bouncers.
The ninja world valued strength, and many ninjas came here to unwind.
Drunken brawls were common, so bouncers were plenty, some even genin-level.
Each floor had a guard for emergencies.
The madam led them to a spacious room.
Soon, a group of stunning women entered, each striking a unique pose.
"Master Taiyo, what do you think of our girls?" the madam asked.
"Not bad," Ebara said vaguely.
Flower House lived up to its reputation as the street's top spot.
These women were gifted—maybe not Tsunade-level, but impressive.
Ebara half-wondered if they'd learned the Akimichi clan's Partial Expansion Jutsu.
"Pick whoever suits your taste," the madam said, smiling.
"Those two," Ebara said, choosing two with striking looks and figures.
He looked at Sakumo, who picked two at random.
Then Sakumo's eyes landed on a twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl serving food.
"She stays to serve us too."
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