An Anbu-Certified Massage Parlor-Why Hesitate? Just Charge In!

"Conduct issues?"

"Wasn't the Anbu known for its strict discipline?"

Clear whispers echoed around him, but Hiruzen acted as though he had heard nothing.

"This is..."

His eyes locked onto the blurry massage parlor sign in Tobirama Senju's photograph, his face as dark as the Black Prison Leader from the Land of Lightning.

The secret den of pleasure he had painstakingly built had actually been exposed.

Who was it?

"Sensei, this was the personal conduct of Anbu members. Once I return, I'll conduct a thorough cleanup and give everyone a satisfactory explanation as soon as possible."

Pulling his gaze away from the Anbu members emerging from the massage parlor, Hiruzen knew that with the evidence laid out so clearly, any excuse would be pale and powerless. He simply nodded and accepted the matter.

But he was clever. He pinned the issue on a handful of individual members and washed his own hands clean.

His explanation was flawless. Most of the uninformed onlookers were greasy middle-aged men, so naturally, they could empathize with the Anbu's repression. Their words carried not only understanding, but also a few foul-smelling jokes.

"Yeah, Anbu are men too. It's understandable for them to have a little fun now and then."

"They were just too hasty. Going there in uniform really wasn't appropriate."

"Haven't you heard? The best disguise is no disguise. The masseuses probably thought they were customers playing cosplay, hahaha~"

"A place even the Anbu visit? I'll go sample it tonight too."

"I'm in, I'm in~"

Tobirama Senju watched his disciple skillfully shift the blame with an indifferent expression, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"Individual conduct?"

"Of course."

Hiruzen nodded, his expression utterly resolute.

"Rustle~!"

But in the next second, that certain expression froze as a stack of photographs spilled from the envelope. Every photo