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Gojo Kaigetsu's chopsticks paused mid-air, a sigh esg his lips.
Minato was, after all, one of the guys in the shinobi world.
There was another objective he hadn't mentioned. "Adaptability" also tained a hidden agenda of his.
That was to weakehird Hokage's influen Konoha and the wider shinobi world. Weakening Hiruzen Sarutobi's influence meant ily weakening the Konoha Elders, the "F4" group bag him, and increasing the prosperity of Konoha's politidscape.
This was entirely beneficial for Konoha.
While repg him with Danzo could also achieve the goal of making the Freat Nations' ninjas pursue "freedom of speech"... it wouldn't fulfill the other part of the pn.
Danzo was already known as the "Darkness of the Shinobi World." Weakening him further wouldn't ge much!
He might even shift the bme onto the Mito ...
Damn Danzojo Kaigetsu cursed him again in his mind:
“Alright, fine. You're the Hokage, Minato.”
“I apologize, Kaigetsu-kun. I'll discuss this with the Third Hokage tomorrow and give you an answer.” Minato said apologetically. “Let me cover the cost of this ramen.”
He quickly fihe remaining ramen in his bowl.
Minato got up and walked towards Teuchi, the ramen shop owner.
“Boss, how much is it?”
“Oh, it’s the Fourth Hokage-sama!” Teuchi, who was busy i, greeted Minato with a cheerful smile. “Two bowls of ramen, a total of 120 ryō. Rounding it down, 100 ryō will be fine.”
Minato nodded.
A bowl of ramen filled with toppings for only 60 ryō was truly a blessing in the shinobi world.
He was about to pay when Gojo Kaigetsu suddenly stepped forward, not to pay, of course.
“Say, Teuchi-san, if the meal cost 140 ryō, would you still round it down for the Fourth Hokage-sama?”
Teuchi was taken aback by the ued question.
However, he still waved his hand generously. “Of course! It’s the Fourth Hokage-sama, after all!”
“Good.”
Satisfied with the answer, Gojo Kaigetsu casually grabbed a bottle of iced soda priced at 20 ryō from the ter:
“Then add a bottle of soda, please. 100 ryō, Minato, pay up!”
Teuchi: “?!”
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~Nightfall~
“Thank you for your hard work, President Gojo.”
“Thank you…”
Samui responded numbly to the High Academy Publishing House employees.
Their gazes were filled with awe and respect. Although there hadn't been any official annou, everyone privately aowledged… Gojo Ai was Gojo Kaigetsu’s woman!
Therefore, no one dared to offend her.
Samui rubbed her stiff shoulders, her steps heavy as she walked towards her small apartment.
She felt a tightness in her chest, a pent-up frustration weighing on her heart.
Her breasts felt sore, swollen, and heavy.
She had been undercover in Konoha for almost a month.
However, aside from the signifit intel Gojo Kaigetsu revealed on the first day, she hadn't obtained any further valuable information.
The Uchiha’s rebellious decration, "Soldier Pills," had been printed long ago, but Gojo Kaigetsu hadn’t made any further moves, seemingly waiting for the right opportunity.
These signs made her wonder if she had been exposed.
Samui’s mental state was delicate. Every day, she endured her “superior’s” sexual harassment and the demanding workload.
She had been promoted to President of the publishing house by Gojo Kaigetsu, being the public face of the operation. If the publishing house's activities were ever exposed, she, Samui, would be the one held atable.
“Just… where did I g?”
Samui murmured, subsciously gng down at her impressive cleavage.
Judging by Gojo Kaigetsu’s usual behavior towards her, this was his favorite part of her.
Could it be that her servative nature had created this subtle distance, preventing her from truly getting close to Gojo Kaigetsu?
“Unwilling to sacrifice my assets, uo gather intel…” Samui bit her lip and sighed deeply. “I wonder how the Raikage-sama’s tact with the Uchiha is progressing.”
Just a few days ago, her partner, Mabui, had sent a message saying that the Raikage was dissatisfied with her ck ress and had reprimanded her for her inpetence.
The Raikage’s criticism, Gojo Kaigetsu’s aloofness, and the staal pressure of being alone ierritory… a profound loneliness enveloped Samui. In Konoha, she felt abandoned by the world.
However, today seemed slightly different from the usual routine-
Why was Gojo Kaigetsu here?
Samui stopped iracks, notig Gojo Kaigetsu standing under a nearby streetmp, waving at her.
She quickly adjusted her demeanor, f a sweet smile onto her face as she bouowards him, her ample chest swaying.
“Kaigetsu-kun, what brings you here to pick me up from work~” A hint of determination fshed in Samui’s eyes. She had decided to make a ge.
She took the unpreted step of ing her arms around Gojo Kaigetsu’s, burying them slightly in her ample bosom.
Jelly? Buns? Peaches?
Gojo Kaigetsu was surprised by the ued sensation.
He quickly recovered, casting a knowing g the kunoichi beside him.
‘Samui~ You finally couldn’t resist, huh~’
During the past few nights, Mabui had reyed numerous instrus from the Raikage to Samui.
However, Gojo Kaigetsu wasn’t satisfied with the tent.
They were mostly uninspired urgings. With his intervention, the Raikage’s instrus had transformed into things like-
[Young kunoichi should endure hardship.] [Outside the vilge, you’re nothing.] [Work hard, and upon your return, the ANBU Captain position will be yours.] [The vilge ninjas are all training, how you sck off?]…
Typical workpce PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics...
He didn’t know the extent of the psychological trauma inflicted upon Samui, but he noticed the subtle sadness in her eyes during the day, a stark trast to her initial brightness when she first arrived in Konoha..
‘Holy, Raikage A should properly educate the kunoichi in his vilge. They have no professiohics…’
‘Even after infiltrating another vilge, she's still so servative. It took her almost a month to take this step.’
‘Hehe~’
Gojo Kaigetsu didn't sider himself a good person iraditional sense. Moreover, in the shinobi world, good people rarely survived long.
He held a sistent attitude towards these female spies from other vilges-
Don't waste them.
Gojo Kaigetsu guiltlessly ehe bes Samui offered.
Forced retionships weren’t appealing; he preferred bad kunoichi to take the initiative themselves.
A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes beh his blindfold. Gojo Kaigetsu coughed lightly, feigning distress, hesitation, and worry.
“Sigh, Ai, the situation has… worsened retly.”
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To Be tinued...
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