The Women's Bathhouse
Stepping out of the Hokage's office building and standing on the white floor tiles at the entrance, facing the fountain several meters in diameter, Yemo was still a little dazed.
The Third didn't say anything more, only telling him to prepare more in the coming days, as the Chunin Ninja Exams would begin in half a month.
As for the rule that non-team members cannot participate in the Chunin Ninja Exams, the Third said he would resolve it. Since the Third has spoken up, my participation in the Chunin Ninja Exams is a certainty, absolutely no problem.
As for winning the championship, Yemo couldn't guarantee it. Although he was very confident of winning, this was, after all, the first Chunin Ninja Exams multiple ninja villages joining forces, and each village would definitely send its strongest genius.
This is the early stages of the Third Shinobi World War, not twenty or thirty years from now, when Sasuke and Naruto, with their protagonist auras, seem to be the only two geniuses shining in the entire Shinobi World.
At this time, a large number of geniuses emerged from various ninja villages, many of whom perished in the future Third Shinobi World War. Many of the surviving geniuses became the backbone of their respective villages and legends among future ninjas.
Although Yemo was very confident in his own strength, things are never-ending. What if something unexpected happens, or a genius ninja with special abilities appears? It's all uncertain.
Over the next two weeks, ninjas from many ninja villages will arrive one after another, so Konoha's preparations actually began today. After all, they are going to receive the other four major ninja villages as well as many smaller ninja villages, and a lot of manpower and arrangements are needed in terms of hospitality, security, and guard.
As soon as he came out, Yemo saw a notice on the wall that all missions would be reduced by half, and many ninjas would be required to accept the village's arrangements to prepare for the Chunin Ninja Exams.
Shrugging his shoulders, Yemo swayed slowly as he walked home. These things were none of his concern. He only needed to adapt to his Sage Body and improve his strength in the next two weeks to prepare for the Chunin Ninja Exams.
Walking down the street, Yemo was bored, glancing at the shops hawking their wares on both sides. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure flash by in a quiet, dark alley.
Yemo paused for a moment, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. He carefully followed, walking along the alley for about fifty meters before turning a corner and entering another short alley.
As he turned the corner, he saw a figure flash by ahead. Yemo quickly followed, walking for about four or five hundred meters, turning into two alleys, and finally saw light at the end of the alley.
The figure he was following had long since disappeared. Yemo quickened his pace and walked out of the alley. The bright light was blinding, and Yemo subconsciously reached out to shield his eyes from the glare.
After his eyes adjusted to the bright light outside, Yemo lowered his hands and quickly looked around, only to find that he had unknowingly arrived at the edge of a stream.
Not far away, a clear stream flows merrily into the distance. The stream is calm at first, but after rounding a bend, it begins to rush, splashing water and making a gurgling sound, with small waves rolling.
Along the stream, there are numerous bathhouses, each separated by tall, straight green bamboo stalks. A gentle breeze blows, causing the bamboo to sway and its leaves to flutter and fall into the rushing stream, resembling small boats struggling against the current.
Looking around, Yemo naturally knew where he was. He was behind Konoha's bathhouse street. It was five or six o'clock, the busiest time for many bathhouses. People who had worked hard all day would come here to soak in a hot bath and relieve their fatigue.
Whether by coincidence or not, the closest place to Yemo seemed to be a women's bathhouse. The thin bamboo walls seemed unable to block out the laughter and chatter inside. The sounds coming from the air were crisp, melodious, and even a little childlike. The people bathing inside were probably teenage girls, not middle-aged women in their forties or fifties.
The sound of laughter and chatter filled Yemo's ears, making his heart flutter. Even with the bamboo wall blocking his view, Yemo could still imagine a steaming bath with several bamboo trees swaying gently in the wind, their slender and straight bodies moving gracefully.
One or two bamboo leaves struggled to stay afloat, tumbling wildly in the air before falling into the pond, creating gentle ripples on the surface.
But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that in the hot water pool, which is comparable to a hot spring, a group of beautiful young girls are leaning against the edge of the pool. Their beautiful figures are hidden in the hot water, with only their pretty faces showing. Their bright eyes are slightly closed, and their wet hair is sticking to their snow-white shoulders. They are enjoying the comfort of the hot water washing away the fatigue of the day, and they are humming an unknown song.
There were also young girls swimming slowly in the small pool, their smooth, white bodies rising and falling in the water, just like a mermaid from legend.
Some pretty girls were playing and laughing in the pool. They chased and frolicked in the water, which only reached their waists. When they sat or squatted, their beautiful bodies were completely submerged in the hot water.
The girls who had been chasing and playing stood up. The hot water only reached their waists, and most of their bodies were above the surface. The girls bathing inside were completely naked. Just imagine the scene: a group of naked, beautiful girls chasing and playing unrestrainedly in the pool.
The dark forest faintly visible on the water's surface, the flat stomach like a plain, and looking upwards, two snow-white, towering peaks, standing tall and proud, tremble slightly with the girls' movements, as if possessing a magical power that draws the eye irresistibly. Above that is a swan-like neck, and finally, a smiling, youthful and beautiful face.
The female ninjas in Hokage undergo rigorous training from a young age, resulting in exceptionally beautiful figures. It's difficult to find an ounce of excess fat on them; their curves are perfectly sculpted, forming a stunning S-shape.
This is a women-only bathhouse, and all the staff are women. So the girls bathing here don't need to care at all; they take off their restraints and unabashedly display their perfect bodies.
Unbeknownst to them, just outside the bamboo wall, Yemo was listening to their cheerful laughter and subconsciously touched his nose to hide his embarrassment.
There were many things he didn't want to think about, but the constant laughter and cheerful voices in his ears were like a finger constantly tickling Yemo's heart, making it difficult for him to remain calm.
After carefully glancing around and finding no one, Yemo breathed a quiet sigh of relief. If someone had discovered that he was actually behind the bathhouse, especially a women's bathhouse, he would have been utterly humiliated. If word got out, he would have been completely disgraced and his reputation would have been ruined for life.
Looking around, Yemo searched for the figure who had brought him here. Now, all he wanted was to find him quickly and leave. This kind of place was not suitable for staying for long. If he were discovered, even if he hadn't done anything, no one would believe him.