Hearing his question, both girls immediately looked at him with surprised looks, and Natsumi immediately declared:
"Why do you need other kunoichi? Aren't we enough anymore?" Natsumi purred and put her hand under the thin blanket, feeling his half-erect cock.
"If it was only about that…" Kenshin said with a sigh and stroked the flat tummy of his beloved wife. "I would prefer to live the rest of my life with you, but scum like Kobayashi Haro will not let us just enjoy life, so I made a decision about the rapid expansion of our family and becoming the Nakayama Clan." Kenshin said resolutely, shocking both girls.
"And for this you need new women?" Kasumi asked. She frankly did not like this idea, but she understood the necessity of such a decision.
"Not just women, but talented women. Their beauty and even moral qualities are not important. In the worst case they will be simple concubines. I am not going to take just anyone as wives." Kenshin said. And although all his current wives were taken exactly according to this principle, he no longer wanted to take risks, especially when it came to missing-nin women with huge cockroaches in their heads.
Hearing that future women would be only concubines and would not shake their status, Kasumi and Natsumi relaxed a little and both pressed themselves against Kenshin, instinctively wanting to express their satisfaction with affection.
"Kunoichi slaves are also found, but much more often they are sold as exotic toys for entertaining very rich people. Virginal and strong ones are so expensive that only the wealthiest people can afford them. I heard only once about a grand deal when a virgin at the Jonin rank was sold for seven million ryo, and that was only because no one wanted to take her at the initial price. Perhaps there are many more such deals, but only this one reached me. I was very disgusted to listen to such bestiality, so my knowledge is very superficial…" Kasumi muttered.
"Hmm… At the moment we have four million ryo at our disposal… About a million needs to be left for the deal with Watanabe, three remain. Perhaps we can get several women at the Chunin rank…" Kenshin muttered thoughtfully, reasoning aloud so that the girls had the opportunity to express their opinion.
"Lately there have been no major conflicts, so there may be very few Chunin women, and the price for them is high… In any case, please do not bring into the house a woman with a black heart and meanness in her soul, otherwise we will not get along. Our disagreements with Natsumi are just flowers compared to what such a chaotic personality will bring…" Kasumi said, not wanting to live under the same roof with terrible and immoral people.
"Fine, I promise nothing, but I will try not to bring those whose heart is only darkness." Kenshin answered with a sigh and caressed both beauties again.
*****
Kenshin spent the whole evening discussing various details of the action plan. First of all he found out the approximate location of this underground black market which was in the city of Shukuba. Then he worked on worsening the quality of manufactured blades to put them up for sale.
In the end he still decided to sell quality weapons for shinobi with slight differences from the blades and shurikens given to his sons. But even so the resulting two hundred shurikens and three katanas were five times superior to analogues of this world without applying complex fuin.
Unfortunately, the system allowed to make no more than 200 shurikens and 3 katanas per day. However, Kenshin was not upset and planned to also establish a trade agreement with one of the major sellers of weapons for shinobi.
In the morning of the 415th day, Kenshin took Ichiro and the Fifteenth with him and headed straight to the city of Shukuba. The women insisted that he take more people with him, but Kenshin categorically refused, motivating this by the fact that Ichiro and the Fifteenth were enough to repel a sudden attack, and in case of danger Kenshin could easily escape with them through the air without any problems.
They reached the city in less than an hour, and Kenshin first decided to establish trade relations with a large store engaged in selling ammunition for shinobi. The glory of the Nakayama Family could not help but touch such a close city, and a mysterious stately man accompanied by two Jonin left no doubt for others about his importance.
And although Kenshin looked like an ordinary person, no one even thought that he was some insignificant person. That is why the seller from the "military pavilion" of the Kimura family, bowing, instantly called the manager.
"Greetings. I am Kimura Masao, how should I address the gentleman?" The plump old man politely asked with sweat on his forehead.
"My surname is Nakayama." Kenshin answered relaxedly, sitting on a luxurious sofa, demonstrating superiority with his whole appearance.
Masao had already received brief information that a big shot from the recently famous "Nakayama Family" had come to his store, and hearing the imperious tone, seeing the bodyguards of this person, Masao finally became convinced that insulting this person was unacceptable. And although the Kimura family was extremely prestigious, overshadowing the insignificant mercenary organization on their background, Masao could not boast of great power in the family, so he was obliged to show great respect even to ordinary Jonin, not to mention a person guarded by as many as two Jonin.
"Umm… H-How can this old man be useful to the respected gentleman?.." Masao said stuttering. It was precisely incredible servility to superiors that helped him build the right relationship with the head of the family's brother who appointed Masao as manager in the "military pavilion".
"Enough of these formalities, let's get down to business." Kenshin answered irritably. He was really annoyed by such people, because he perfectly felt what kind of personality the old man standing in front of him had. If Kenshin had come to this pavilion a year and a half ago, Masao would have gladly kicked the dirty beggar out of his store without hesitation breaking several bones.
Kimura Masao's facial expression became as attentive and servile as possible. With his whole appearance he demonstrated interest and meekness, which usually pleased his superiors, but Kenshin with every second barely restrained himself from hitting this disgusting physiognomy.
"It so happened that my Family took up the production of high-quality weapons for shinobi, and your pavilion was the first to catch my eye." Kenshin said in a calm tone.
Hearing his words, Kimura Masao barely restrained a smiling expression on his face. He assumed that the Nakayama Family decided to choose him as their supplier of all kinds of tools for shinobi, but Kenshin upset him. However, Masao was very meek and patient, so he depicted enormous interest and continued to listen.
"Hold it. Any of these six katanas are many times better than everything sold in your pavilion." Kenshin said imperiously, placing six katanas in sheaths on a small table and continued. "Here are 400 shurikens of the best quality. You better shut up and check everything yourself, you have fifteen minutes." Kenshin said, feeling that he might not restrain himself if Masao decided to open his mouth.
"Fine, sir. This old man will be back in a moment." Masao said bowing low. He carefully took one of the katanas as well as a stack of twenty shurikens and silently disappeared into the depths of the pavilion.