Evening of day 392. Konoha.
"Lord Hitoshi—today afternoon a report came to Konoha administration about a new mercenary group called 'Nakayama Family.' Here is its copy," a middle-aged man reported respectfully—handing a small folder with several sheets.
"Hm…" Hyuga Hitoshi muttered—beginning to read.
"What kind of report is this?! There's nothing in it!" the old man exclaimed angrily—reading everything on three sheets in half a minute.
The middle-aged man only stayed silent—knowing his lord's temper.
"So Konoha has no grounds for interfering in the affairs of a law-abiding mercenary group but our clan does…" Hyuga Hitoshi muttered thoughtfully—then raised eyes to his subordinate asking: "Does Hideo already know?"
"Lord Hideo has his own people—he's most likely aware of everything concerning this situation…" the middle-aged man said as calmly as possible—trying not to anger his lord further.
"Don't even think about it father," Hyuga Hideo said emotionlessly appearing on the veranda. "Hitomi's case—with Lord Hiashi's permission—is under my control and I won't let you interfere."
"Do what you want but I'll demand this spawn be punished according to clan rules!" Hitoshi hissed—barely restraining anger.
"And I'll make sure Hitomi gets a fair trial," Hyuga Hideo declared firmly—adding before leaving: "Tomorrow I'll pay a visit to these mercenaries calling themselves 'Nakayama Family' and conduct appropriate investigation. If it turns out they brainwashed Hitomi—better for your people Hitoshi to be far away at that moment or they risk falling in dangerous battle against strong mercenaries."
After Hideo left Hyuga Hitoshi sat silently for several more minutes. His subordinate feared moving and angering his lord but after a while Hitoshi sighed and said: "You may go…"
After the subordinate left Hitoshi plunged into thoughts. He couldn't understand when his relationship with his son deteriorated so much. They never loved each other before but after what happened with Hitomi Hideo literally crossed him out of his life—allowing himself what he didn't before.
For a second the thought flashed in the old man's head that Hitomi didn't deserve such treatment but this thought was immediately crushed by years of anger after his lifelong dream of entering the main branch was destroyed. He still remembered how tolerable attitude from main branch members instantly changed to contemptuous and disdainful.
Recalling these numerous moments rage boiled again in his chest; unable to restrain himself he slammed his palm on the table—splintering it and cracking the wooden floor. At that moment he imagined hitting—in his opinion—the culprit of all his troubles Hyuga Hitomi; after the strike rage in the old man's black heart dissipated a bit.
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Waking on morning of day 393 Kenshin first showered with Hitomi. To their joint regret Kenshin had no time for entertainment—so quickly but carefully washing each other they headed to the kitchen made like the previous one.
"Good morning girls," he greeted his wives tenderly—kissing each joyfully offered cheek.
"How did you sleep?" Kasumi asked with a sly smile—noticing he came with Hitomi.
"We were good together—right darling?" Hitomi purred quietly—pressing her breasts against his arm.
"Stop it," he said with a cheerful smile—noticing all other girls began looking at him displeasedly suspecting he didn't pay them enough attention.
"Alright. Nothing happened…" Hitomi sighed—all others instantly relaxed noticing her sad tone.
Starting breakfast Kenshin simultaneously planned applying simplest formations in the fortress. There was so much work he couldn't handle alone—so decided to assign some simplest formations to Kasumi and Natsumi who had somewhat mastered formations corresponding to levels 1-2 of "Formation Creation" skill.
"Girls—here's your work plan for today," he said—transferring information to each about what needed doing today with a light touch. Mostly the work was quite simple—requiring only minimal formation creation knowledge and free time.
"Wow—you thought everything through…" Kasumi muttered surprised a minute later—rethinking all transmitted information. All this information was structured and fully integrated into Kasumi's brain—as if she composed the action plan herself and knew exactly where to go and what to do.
Natsumi recovered a bit later—still silently blinking for several seconds. Kenshin couldn't stand this cuteness—sat the slender beauty on his lap tenderly hugging.
"Everything alright darling… Sorry for transmitting such information volume—in a couple minutes this chaotic state will pass," he said tenderly—kissing her cheek and stroking her head.
Natsumi only meowed something incoherent—for several seconds beginning to caress her beloved. At that moment her consciousness was in chaos—as if very drunk—so the green-eyed beauty didn't control what she said.
"Kenshin… Uf… Please… Take my ass again…" she whispered—pressing her face to his neck leaving a trail of kisses descending to his broad chest.
From how virtuously she squirmed on his lap Kenshin's pants began stirring; he barely found strength not to fulfill her tempting request.
All other girls barely restrained from laughing out loud—quietly giggling into palms. Kasumi especially had fun—only waiting for a moment to laugh at her eternal rival but restraining herself out of huge respect for Kenshin who didn't approve even joking conflicts between family members.