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[marvolous.]

At first, not many would have noticed this obscured makeshift building. It took only those with keen eyes for detail to note the many indirect clues to it's location, and even then, with a foundation made from tera itself, it makes not noticing it much more easier. To those that do notice it's somewhat eccentric countenance, it does well to shudder away most suspicion. However, to those that do know its purpose they're welcomed inside - ushered, even.

Once inside, it's hard not to notice the business being run throughout its entirety. Prostitutes of all kinds could be found trekking over the wooden floors, their devious nature allowed - expected almost - to deviate from their otherwise dull personalities. If one was to continue forward and round the corner to the left, they'd see a long couch sprawled alongisde the wall - several prominent members of the samurai society taking rest along it's base, all here on their own personal time. Currently, there were no women lingering around this area, but in due time they would make their rounds.

Waiting patiently on said couch I resided, my journey to find answers leading me to Tetsu no Kuni of all places. I was clearly aware of my new nuke status amongst the shinobi world, and thus, even though within such a repose niche, my guard remained poised like a snake. I was virtually defenseless in such a place, having forfeited all of my weapons as collateral to enter the building. Regardless, I remained seated and calm - I would need this short break for relaxation before I really set off to perpetually travel the world.

"Can you get me a drink please?" I spoke to the nearest waitress upon eye contact, offering nothing but a simple nod following my words. "Make it light - nothing fishy." Upon hearing my words she darted off back into the main room, leaving me to dwell on my thoughts in solitude - or at least, as much solitude as you can get on a room long couch.

It was going to be a very long night.

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Oh man, this adventure was going great. I mean, Asato got approval from his village to leave and go watch the Chunin Exams. The best thing was, he didn't even bring anyone with him. All on his lonesome, he wandered off the bridge that brought him into Tetsu no Kuni - only catch was he had to buy a badge worth 5k ryo. Man, all the hard earned cash used for naught. Making his way downtown he enjoyed the area around him, thank god he brought a sweater along with him, it was freezing here. Snow covered the grounds everywhere, trees and all were all covered, the scenery was beautiful.

Watching everything closely, he'd take in the environment around him. It was his first time traveling outside his village, and man, was he going to enjoy his time. Hell, it didn't even matter if his bestfriend wasn't here to join him in this wonderful opportunity. Asato was here to have fun, and that's exactly what he was going to do. Hell, he was in a whole new village - man was this exciting as fuck. Not knowing where he was going at all, he just followed a path that was taking him in one direction - north!

Soon enough, he'd pass a huge tree, and he meant huge. It looked like a tree house, seriously. It was really peculiar, but he didn't mind so he kept walking, until his eyesight caught a window on said tree. "what..." Backtracking, he'd turn towards the tree and notice it was some sort of 'inn'? Moving closer, he'd read a sign that said 'brothel'. He heard of those before, people payed prostitutes to fuck them, yayaya. MISSION 1: SNEAK INTO BROTHEL. Yeah, he had to sneak in, I mean, he was only seventeen.

Peaking through the door, he'd await the perfect moment to run inside. As soon as the people cleared from the main entrance, he'd run in, and make a left. Shit, people saw him, continuing to run - he'd trip over a mans outstretched leg. Shaking off the pain, he'd look towards the man whose foot he tripped over. He had long black hair, and he remained seated as Asato stood up. "uh." he stuttered, as he scratched the back of his head. "sorry." he apologized before he was surrounded by the employees. Shit, what was he going to do.

[marvolous.]

To be perfectly honest, I had never been in such an eccentric place. Sunagakure, being simple and untainted by slums, did not have any sort of place like this - at least, not to my knowledge. It wouldn't have surprised me either way, I was usually far more focused in dealings with members of opposing nations to have noticed such petty crimes. Prostitution was in fact wrong both lawfully and humanely, but each of the workers - prostitutes even - needed some way to make money. So what if such money was rewarded doing work of deviants? A job was a job.

I didn't judge them in any aspect, even as they performed their various amounts of jobs of men from the highest of positions, to even men who were without homes -- to me, I almost envied their determination. What I didn't envy, however, was people stepping on me. "uh." Was that supposed to be an apology? My eyes narrowed at the sight of what appeared to be a child; one that, obviously without the business' consent, had entered blindly into an area he did not belong in.

I almost felt sorry for him as everyone gathered around him, most likely to escort him out. Various guards arrived out of every shadow, each focused on escorting the unwanted guest from the premises. Luckily for him, I was feeling quite generous tonight. "Easy up, fellas. We're all trying to just relax and have fun." I spoke, calmness and pure suave oozing from my tongue with sheer determination. Standing up from my chair assertively, I allowed my fingers to reach and grasp the collar of the youth's collar, pulling him closer to me should they have made contact.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for him. Besides--" I paused, laughing slightly to myself at the attention such a small commotion was garnering. "The police force of this land are a little occupied right now to care about a little kid." Following suit, I returned back to my seat. Should the kid know what was good for him, he'd follow in my footsteps. "Baka." Luckily for him, the guards were still lingering around. Otherwise, I would have surely given him my mind.

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As the situation got worse, Asato stayed calm. Obviously he was outnumbered, and outmatched. He didn't know what the people of this village were capable of, and he didn't have no weapons to protect himself from a assault. Sitting still, he'd begin to ponder on what to do to get out of this situation - until he heard a voice that quelled the entire situation. A hand gripping his collar, like a wolf to his/her cub, he was pulled towards the man. Was he going to, do sexual things to him? He was scurred of the current situation, but - he felt so to say, safe around the man.

For some reason, Asato got the vibe that this man was quite the character. He gave off a vibe that gave Asato a reason to think he was quite strong. Smiling, he knew he was in good hands, for now anyway. Standing up, he'd follow the man, and sit besides him on the couch. Man, that situation was something - a bunch of guards surrounding a youth. Who knew he could have caused that much trouble just for sneaking into some brothel, I mean - Asato had money why was he excluded from buying a prostitute and fucking her brains out?

He never understood why kids couldn't drink, smoke, fuck, any of that. It was pointless, I mean he was going to do it eventually why not now? Storing that thought somewhere in his head, he'd clear his throat. "I'm Asato. Nagamochi Asato. I'm really sorry about that, didn't think I would have caused all that commotion." He sighed, his legs outstretched, with his hands behind his back, almost like he was at home. "But, damn. They really do go hard for just one kid." He laughed to himself.

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[marvolous.]

It hadn't take much to persuade the guards to heed my words, even if I had no baring saying such. Rather, it all came down to how I presented myself amongst all of them. While this kid had stumbled in unwelcomed and surely unnoticed, he had ruined his entire ruse by merely tripping over my body, almost welcoming those above him - the authority, one could say - to deem him weak in their mind. Myself, on the otherhand, despite weaponless and defenseless in a sense, displayed both confidence and prestige upon my countenance, thus allowing me to flow and give off such commands without people thinking twice.

For this kid, he'd be best to adapt and learn such a trait if he wanted to survive in such a place. "Don't apologize for such little things, it's a sign of weakness." I cooed, lifting my leg and crossing it over its counterpart as a measure to alleviate my boredom. I wasn't planning on listening or even talking further to the youth, but at the sound of his full name my eyes fells lazily upon his own. Nagamochi - what an ironic, nostalgia inducing, name. By simply having a name such as that, he had earned a little of my respect. "Naga, eh? Interesting name." I didn't fail to notice his rather lax demeanor, especially considering he had just escaped surely getting beaten because of my own selfless actions.

"Asato, you said your name was?" It was a rhetorical question, I never forgot such details. However, I was testing how he would respond to each of my words -- reading him like a book, perhaps. "You're a shinobi, right?" Another rhetorical question, this time quite more obvious due to my lingering gaze upon his forehead. Though it was very minimal, a tan line from where a headband was usually adorned was quite visible. "For someone of such a prestige class, you are really clumsy. Its pathetic, really." There was no indication of humor, I was dead serious.

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"Yup." Asato knew he had a interesting name, no need to tell him twice. A smile lit upon his face, and continued to do so for the remainder of his stay. Sure, he almost got beaten up by a bunch of guards, but he honestly didn't care. Shit happens, and for now, he was safe and out of harms way. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." he teased, there was no way to know if Asato was a shinobi, even if the man stared at his forehead - since Asato never in his life bore a forehead protector on his forehead, instead - he kept the symbol of Konohagakure on his belt, and the tip of his tie. Which in this case, was covered by the hooded sweater he wore.

"Pathetic, eh?" He didn't really care about anything that came out of his mouth, calling him pathetic? Cool stuff bro, it didn't matter to him what anyone else thought. Asato was his own person, and - what people said, or thought about him wasn't his business. "Anyway, what's your name?" That's one thing Asato was curious about, but - you know what they say; curiosity killed the cat. As a lady walked by, he whistled to get her attention. "Can you get me some chocolate milk?" He pleaded, he was so thirsty after his long journey.

Shocked at his question, she just nodded and walked off. That bitch better bring him his chocolate milk, or he'd give this brothel a bad review. "So, what are you doing over here?" Asato probably wasn't in the position to be asking all these questions, but he wanted to know about this person. He just sparked some sort of interest inside Asato's mind.

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[marvolous.]

Well, that was a good thing. My somewhat blunt words hadn't even pierced him, despite my intention being such. Instead of any words of retaliation or even anything else to fuel my judging of him, he simply brushed off everything as if it didn't faze him - a good thing only in the sense that it prevented me from continuing with my insults; he was still a horrible shinobi, even if he tried hidding it. Afterall, it was but common knowledge of the Chunnin Exams currently happening in the nation. Even without a headband, it wasn't far off to assume a foreigner - let alone a child - was here to participate.

"My name? Sora. Just call me Sora." As far as Etsuko went, that was no longer my last name. I was the last remaining male member left in my family, and with my sister Youka marrying out there was no one left to carry the name - it would soon die out, just like all of it's members. Though I knew this kid not to be anyone of ANBU-nature, I was carefull not to divulge anything important about myself. "Chocolate milk? You should at least try and act over the age of twelve." This time I actually laughed at my words, causing the harshness of my words to dissipate as quickly as it had manifested.

I was still laughing as he continued to bombard me with questions of different kinds, my eyes, though previously unmovable from Asato's frame, falling back casually on my surroundings. I didn't bother to answer his question out of the sheer idiocy of it, and instead meagerly remained quiet until the arrival of another waitress. In her hand was the drink I had ordered, a large bottle of pure unaltered vodka, and the glass of chocolate milk Asato had ordered. Though it was quite generous of them to give me such an expensive bottle, they surely had turned a deaf ear to my request of a light drink.

By the time I had poured myself a shot's worth of liquor the same waitress had returned, and although she had only been gone for what seemed like a minute or two, her attire had changed from decently respectable to slutty in a matter of moments. Without waiting for my go-ahead she forged her way onto my lap, remaining there silently and without any following movement. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to knock all my stress away." It was the truth, honestly. Lifting up the shot of vodka I took one careful sip before downing it all, turning to my new 'acquaintance' not long after.

"You want to try it?"

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"Sora, huh? Cool name, I like it." He let out a soft laugh, this encounter was turning out to be quite interesting - something Asato liked. But damn, was this man serious. He expected Asato to act all grown up and junk, something he didn't want to act like - he was young, he wanted to enjoy himself before shit hit the fan. "What if I was twelve?" He let out a laugh "nah, I'm seventeen. But, still. Who can ever get tired of Chocolate Milk? It just tastes so damn good." Smiling, soon enough the waitress comes, dressed in a sluttier outfit then before. "Speak of the devil." taking the chocolate milk from her hand. "thanks a lot!" he screamed the excitement showed in his facial expression.

Lifting the glass, he'd chug it all down in a couple of big gulps. Putting down the glass, a chocolate 'stache just chilling on his upper lip. "that hit the spot." he exclaimed, rubbing his stomach. People really should start drinking chocolate milk, it'd bring peace to the nation - literally. "things should be solved by having a chocolate milk drinking competition." obviously he was joking, ha ha ha. But damn, did that big bottle of vodka look scrumptious. Basically eyeing the bottle, he almost missed what Sora said.

"Stress, huh? It's always good to get fucked up, and have fun with some girl to relieve stress. Best way actually." He said, giving him a thumbs up. When he offered to try some, he nodded his head. Taking the bottle, if allowed - he'd pour it into his cup, making it about halfway he'd stop. "To this wonderful place." He said, lifting the cup, and chugging it all down. Slamming it on the table in front of him - his face turned into one of disgust. "Da-damn, that shit's nasty." Feeling the burn in his stomach, and throat he wished he had some more chocolate milk for a chaser but it was all good.

He didn't drink it all like that to show off, no. When he drank, he drank to feel the liquor, not to take a shot or two and be tipsy. nah man. he wanted to get fucked up, sure he was fifteen, but he popped his own battles back home. Soon enough, he'd open up like a book, get really horny, and try to fuck a prostitute.

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[marvolous.]

Stress, huh? It's always good to get fucked up, and have fun with some girl to relieve stress. Best way actually.

That seemed like a lie. It wasn't the part of getting completely wasted that I didn't believe, no-- it was him actually being with a girl, that got me completely. At the most, he had to be at least... twelve years old; he wouldn't know what love was - or even what a female has - if it hit him directly in the face. T'was like any prepubescent teenager nowadays, all they thought about and sought after was sex, drugs, and an adrenaline rush. "You speak as if you have some sort of experience in the matter, kid." I laughed again, my arm wrapping around the waist of the prostitute seated upon my legs. She was soft, warm even - and she smelled strangely intoxicating.

Out of sheer amusement, I allowed Asato to pour himself his own glass despite my better judgment. It was obvious he wouldn't be able to hold in as much as he was consuming, especially with such a potent alcoholic beverage, but even I couldn't deny myself the pure entertainment such would detail. "Indeed. To this wonderful place." Raising my own glass, to which had be refilled almost instantaneously by the waitress, I allowed myself to take another shot - ebony pools, to which had previously been scoping my surroundings, falling back inside my head at the mere pull the alcohol had on my body.

"Try not to drink it all at once, you'll end up puking up all your dinner." As I spoke my hands went about feeling around the prostitute's body, my digits - with sheer smoothness and speed - allowing her face to be caressed with their soft touch. Almost on cue was her retaliating to my touch, her hands exploring and doing things in places so explicit that it almost made me feel ashamed to be such things infront of a child. If only I even somewhat cared for his untainted youth, maybe then I would've stopped.

"You can't tell me thats all you're going to take!" I egged, my eyes returning to Asato despite everything that was happening around me - and on me. "If you can finish the rest of that bottle by yourself, I'll consider paying for your own." I was referring to the prostitute, moreso. Though she was in her own zone right now, unfazed by all the attention people around were giving her, she laughed at my words. Even she, a natural deviant, couldn't fathom performing the same actions on such a little kid. Honestly, it was what made this all the more interesting.

"Do we have a deal, kid?"

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This man just loved underestimating Asato, did he really think he never seen a girls parts before? Was he serious? Asato might have had more experience then the man that sat besides him. "Experience, eh? I don't see why your talking about such a thing, I mean - you had to stoop down so low as to come to a brothel. Looks like you aren't much of a ladies man yourself." He joked, the alcohol now taking effect.

He was starting to feel really good, his emotions beginning to fade, his anger and dick beginning to take control. He stood up, and the world felt like a whole different place. I mean, he hasn't drank in a while - it was different, but a good different. "nah, i'm go-good I won't be puk-puking this time." he said, with a smile on his face. he was happy as fuck, and he felt like the shit. His eyes and head turning towards Sora, he'd laugh.

"ALRIGHT" He screamed, grabbing the bottle he'd begin to chug down a few gulps, equivalent to three shots. Putting the bottle down, he let out a burp and smiled. "No more for me." He said, his movement beginning to stagger around the place. "How about, you drink the rest of this? Or, you're just a pussy!" He said, daring him to drink the rest of the bottle.

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[marvolous.]

This kid was stupid. He wasn't imbecilic in the sense that he wasn't intelligent, it was the fact that he was chugging pure untainted vodka straight out of the bottle - it was the equivalent as funneling pure poison, honestly. Just one or two shots was enough to potentially cause a person to become belligerently intoxicated, just imagine how bad five or six would have on such a petite youth. No doubt it was all end badly if I didn't stop it now, but, at the idea of further stopping potential entertainment, I allowed him to continue his reckless ways.

"There are more things to do in this world aside from getting into different women's pants." Though it sounded like a joke, especially due to the woman still currently doing very explicit and sexual things to me, my face lacked any sort of humor. Instead, watching the youth both with curiosity and almost pity, I grabbed the bottle and heeded his words. Bringing the top of it to my lips I made it look like I was completely finishing it, when in reality I wasn't taking any of it in; once 'done' I placed the bottle on the other side of both me and the prostitute, hiding it from Asato in case he tried to reach for it.

Regardless, a deal was a deal. "You mind doing me a favor?" I spoke, though looking at Asato my words were directed towards the prostitute. "Get the best girl you have back there to come over here and give my buddy here the best time of his life. If you guys do a good job, I'll pay you double." With my words the woman jumped off my lap, moving - albeit hesitantly at first - tpwards the bar before disappearing behind the shadows. When she returned she was followed by another girl, her clothes, very much like the prostitute I was previously with, almost non-existent and leaving nothing to Asato's imagination.

She didn't try making any moves towards him, however, almost as if she was waiting for my permission to begin. Taking the opportunity, I brought my hand up in the air to continually halt her, the thin line that represented my lips slowly but surely morphing into that of a grin. "You can do anything you want to her, if--" I paused, pointing to his forehead with my longest finger. "You tell what village you hail from exactly. I hope you realize, I can tell if you lie." It wasn't the far fetched truth, he was easily able to be read.

"You can choose."

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"HAHA. Maybe for you!" He laughed in his face, all the alcoholic fumes escaping his mouth filling the area around him. What a good joker the man was, girls were the main reason Asato loved life. Obviously there was fighting too, oh his family and friends as well. Friends huh? He wondered how Ryusuke was doing at this point in time, they split up at the bridge, who knew it would have came down to this. Asato getting wasted completely, holy shit - the world around him was going crazy it's like a whole different view.

Staring him down as he 'finished' the rest of the bottle, Asato was shocked. "WOAH DUDE. There's like, none left." He laughed, he was so happy, he just couldn't help from smiling. Yes, he was tricked by the devious man, but it wasn't his fault - blame it on the alcohol. Turning away, looking back, the bottle was gone. What the fuck, is what he was thinking. "Are you a magician too?!" He queried. What just happened? Hearing the words that came out of Sora's mouth, Asato clapped his hands together, rubbing them once. Was this going to be a fun night.

He was excited, and damn, the girl she brought back with her was fine as fuck. Especially since he was now completely intoxicated, she looked so much better. Before he got his hands on her, and her splendid rack, and oh my god. There was a catch, fucking Sora and his catches. Scratching the back of his head, he laughed at what he did. "You think I'll tell you that just because you offer me her?" He was lying, Asato was so close to breaking down - you could just feel it. If she did as little as breathe on his neck, he'd break down and take her to the room a couple doors down.

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[marvolous.]

Well, Asato was clearly gone. Vodka had had a powerful effect on his body and had left him drunk out of his mind - how he could still string complete sentences after all of that was completely beyond me. It indeed had been my intention to get him wasted for pure entertainment, but I could already tell he was going to take things too far, especially with the ready prostitute waiting to do various things and only waiting on my go ahead to begin. It made me laughed, almost - I could potentially get anything out of him that I wanted right now, with just her as a bargaining chip.

"Yeah, actually. Thats exactly what I think." I worded, motioning towards my own prostitute to find her way back on my lap. When fully seated, I used my hands to further adjust her so that she remained propped on just one my legs. Why - one could ask? I was leaving room for the second prostitute that I had ordered for Asato, and because he hadn't bothered to answer my question, I ordered her - with but a hand gesture - to follow in suit of her kin and place herself on my lap. Once this was done, I wrapped both my arms around them both and leaned back against the couch, bringing them both back with me in a further attempt at becoming cozy - it felt good.

"Now, you should have taken my serious. If you had, well, this would be you right now." I laughed, as did the two prostitutes whoms names I was still completely oblivious to. In fact, I didn't know anything about them other than the fact that they stripped for a living. Regardless, I didn't push the matter any further than that - I was fine with just knowing them as prostitute one and prostitute two; the less I knew of them and the less they knew of me, the better. "I'll give you one last chance here, Asato." I began not long after, but paused abruptly.

Bringing my lips closer to the newest prostitute's ear, I whispered something only she could hear. With a firm nod at such words, I turned back to Asato casually, a solid grin gracing my not-so-callous features. "If you can tell me what village you're from, and who exactly is your current Kage as of right now, I'll let you--" Another pause; oh how fun teasing him was. "Take this lady home with you tonight, and you can do whatever you god damn feel like doing with her - free of charge." It was a deal a sane male could never decline, especially in the circumstances. If he was smart - as ironic as this sounds - he'd give me exactly what I wanted.

"Do we have a deal?"

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Honestly, Asato was beyond fucked up. He didn't even remember the conversation the two were having, and he actually forgot who the man sitting in front of him was. Not paying attention to what he was saying, he completely turned around and faced the other direction. Looking at all the girls walking to and fro, and their asses swaying back and forth - he felt like he was in Heaven. If such a thing actually existed, this was Asato's version of it. Hearing Sora say something about taking one of the girls home, he immediately turned around.

Obviously that would get a drunken seventeen year old's attention. "A d-d-deal?" He asked, his words coming out a bit hard to understand. Yes, the alcohol was making him stutter, which happens every time he drinks a lot. Nodding to his request, he breathed in deeply. "I'm fr-fr-from som-someplace surroun-surrounded by leaves! YEAH LEAVES." He screamed, for some reason the word leaves getting him really happy. "our leader?" hmph, he pondered, he honestly had no idea who the Hokage was. "i haven'-haven't met him yet." he said.

Taking two steps back, he almost stumbled before catching himself. But then, he took one step forward and feel on his face. But, for some reason he was really comfortable, so he decided to lay on the floor for a bit.

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[marvolous.]

Drunk couldn't describe Asato completely, he was beyond wasted now. If anything, he was completely lethargic-- no, comatose. In all honesty, it wasn't a matter if he was going to pass out, it was when he was going to. Even without consuming anymore alcohol, he was still progressively getting worse with every passing moment; even his speech was no longer completely comprehendable. I had gotten what I had been looking forward to since the beginning: entertainment. Nevertheless, I was starting to feel bad, especially considering the kid was no longer in any state of mind to fully delve into my deal.

"Konoha, eh?" I breathed a sigh of disappointment, his words doing more to annoy than benefit me. Honestly, I had hoped he was from any other nation besides that one - I needed intel on every village besides that one. Frankly, I wouldn't even doubt it if I knew more about his home village than he even did; several months of undercover work granted me such cognition. "Take it easy there, kid. You'll get us both kicked out if you keep it up." I knew my words were going to fall on deaf ears, but I still attempted to get through the incoherent adolescent. It was a futile attempt though, he had already slipped into a realm of unconsciousness.

At first I made no attempt to move and help - let alone address - him, however, at the idea of being held responsible for his inebriated actions, I quickly allowed my better judgement to take control of my body. Firstly, with but a simple and courteous tap, I motioned for both women propped upon my body to move off me and to the side. "Sorry about that." With my body free to move now I gave them both their full payment - as promised - before turning on my heels and once again facing Asato. He was still on the ground motionless, most likely unaware of where he currently was or even for the matter, who I was.

Thinking something had happened, the same guards from every niche and cranny of the brothel made an attempt to remove his prescience, but I, as bold and uninterested as I was, quickly ushered them away. Even as I picked Asato off of the ground and held him tightly over my shoulder I did not bother taking note of the many various glances lingering over us - they were curious, but I knew no one would openly question my eccentric actions in such a place. Thus, with sheer quickness and utmost haste, I found both myself and the unconscious Asato exiting the large brothel and heading back into the wilderness of Tetsu no Kuni.

timeskip: next morning.

"Wake up sleeping beauty." I spoke, my words reverberating through the room and producing an echo loud enough to wake even the deepest of sleepers. Hours had passed since we had departed from the brothel, and though it was nearly noon it was still relatively dark inside the room we currently resided in. Having just arrived in this country I did not know where exactly I could find a place to rest, so, lacking any sort of idea where I was, I found the closest place around - an abandoned house. It wasn't bad, especially due to the circumstances. However, it was far from homey; the lack of a comfortable bed and the countless amount of dust proved such.

"I couldn't take any chances, you know." With my words - should Asato have woken up - my focus would shift to the abundance of chains wrapped around both his arms and his legs, binding him tightly to the ground. I, on the otherhand, remained perched on an old wooden box infront of him. Twirling a mere senbon within my digits I laughed, the irony of this situation just dawning on me.

"Do you even remember anything from last night?"