Evening of the 186th day.
Kenshin had just finished collecting blue sage and sat at a small wooden table he had recently made with his sons' help. Opposite him sat two beauties, Aya and Natsumi. The girls loved walking around the area in the evenings with their beloved husband and breathing fresh air, so at the moment they sat drinking tasty tea, enjoying a nice conversation.
After Kenshin further strengthened his base perimeter, he finally allowed the girls to leave the dwelling and relax in the fresh air not far from home. From afar, no one could see them because due to the installed formations, anyone farther than two hundred meters from this place saw nothing noteworthy.
Kenshin was truly enjoying rest with his two beauties after a hard workday. This day was especially difficult because out of principle he did not use his hands in collecting blue sage and relied only on telekinesis. It was difficult but helped him increase the ability's strength a bit more. Now he could easily carry a five-kilogram sack of blue sage in the air without much problem.
He thought about fusing his psi force with the protection formation but understood that this was an incredibly complex task, barely accessible with current formation creation skills and definitely not accessible with current psi strength.
Kenshin realized that his power was not quite classic psionics from the sci-fi books he read at home, but for convenience he decided to call it that. Telekinesis and telepathy were activated by the power of thought using energy unknown to him. He could not feel or detect it but was completely sure of its existence. The most difficult task in the upcoming work was to find this very energy and create a symbiosis of formations and psionics.
While he was immersed in his thoughts, the girls smiled sweetly and enjoyed his thoughtful expression. The two beauties adored their husband insanely and could watch him for hours.
Suddenly, Natsumi turned her gaze to the right and noticed something in the rays of the setting sun.
"Whoa, Kenshin, isn't that your falcon?" she said in surprise. Aya in turn also turned her cute face and stared in that direction.
Kenshin snapped out of thoughtfulness and looked where the girl pointed.
"Looks like it. Want to pet him?" he asked both girls with a smile.
"Of course!" both girls answered in unison and, looking at each other, laughed.
Kenshin mentally activated the formation node tied to his clothes and ordered the falcon to fly to them, but apparently it was not necessary. The bird was heading to its master anyway.
As soon as the falcon flew closer, it immediately began descending, and a few seconds later dug its thick claws into the sturdy wooden back of the long bench.
Kenshin happily stroked the bird on its soft feathers, and at that moment felt a signal reporting that the falcon had found something "interesting". The bird brought its beak to the table and spat out a small scroll case stained with blood and down.
He immediately interestedly reached out and took the item of interest. Both girls grimaced displeased, and Natsumi scolded the naughty bird.
"Bad falcon! You can't eat small and defenseless pigeons!" The bird only stared at the girl bewildered with its black-as-night eyes and blinked several times.
"How can you not? Do not listen to her, baby. Pigeons can and should be eaten! Moreover, they are very tasty. Grandpa often caught them, and grandma could cook almost anything from these little rascals…" Aya said dreamily, remembering her carefree childhood.
"God, Aya, what are you saying!" Natsumi exclaimed in shock. She could not believe that her best friend could have both tender and cruel traits.
At that very time, Kenshin opened the small case and took out a scroll from it. As soon as he unrolled it and began reading, he could not restrain a shout:
"Holy fucking shit!" The curse that escaped his mouth instantly distracted the girls from the previous argument, and they approached their husband in surprise, staring interestedly at the short text.
"What?! Nara Kasumi?! The clan head's niece?!" Natsumi exclaimed in shock, not believing her eyes.
"Wow… The clan head's niece ended up in a trap five kilometers from our dwelling… What do you think, Natsumi, how authentic is this letter?" Kenshin asked with interest.
"Hm… The seal seems genuine; in the academy we studied the most complex political interconnections, clan etiquette, and of course documentation rules for two years. Nara have exactly this seal…" Natsumi said, not daring to declare how truthful the letter was.
"How likely is the chance of a setup and trap… Even if this letter was concocted by Nara clan ill-wishers, they must be either complete idiots or incredibly strong, capable of destroying several Jonin sent for reconnaissance, and if it concerns Shikaku's niece, it is not excluded that he will come personally, and then even a dozen Jonin will have little chance of escaping. He is an elite Jonin, right?" Interrupting his thoughts aloud, Kenshin asked Natsumi a question.
"Of course. If not higher… All heads of large Konoha clans are at least elite Jonin, and some can oppose Kage! Otherwise, why would they hold the position of head without being elite Jonin?" Natsumi said with a smile, fully confident in the letter's authenticity after Kenshin's reasoning.
"And have you ever seen an elite Jonin in action?" Kenshin asked with interest. He desperately wanted to know at least approximate power limits of high-class shinobi of this level.
"Umm… No, I haven't. Elite Jonin act extremely rarely, no more than once every few years if there is no war. Any of their battles usually leave huge consequences on the terrain, hundreds of meters of uprooted forest, and multi-meter craters in the ground. I once saw such a battlefield a month after the battle. And from that sight, blood froze in veins…" the girl shuddered, remembering those incredible destructions on the terrain after a clash of two elite Jonin.
Kenshin immediately hugged the girl by the waist and sat her on his lap, kissing her tender silky neck, stroking her visible belly. Natsumi purred pleased under the caresses of her beloved man and arched her neck, offering it for loving kisses.