Let Me Give You a Massage, Sir

"Ahh, this feels good~"

An hour later, in a private hot spring room.

Guy soaked in the hot spring in an utterly relaxed posture.

Only his head was exposed, resting against the smooth stone at the edge of the pool.

The warm spring water enveloped his entire body, as though every pore had opened up.

It felt like his whole body had been cleansed.

This was a completely natural hot spring.

Not the kind of fake, shoddy place where they burned oil to heat the water, never cleaned the pool for years, and let it fill up with bacteria.

He felt that more than half of the "bloodlust" lingering around him after last night's killings at the Grass Hidden Outpost had dissipated.

Before long, a string of bubbles rose beside him with a "glug glug."

A turtle head with a neatly folded hot towel balanced on top emerged from the water.

"The hot springs in the Land of Hot Water really are comfortable. They're so much better than the ones in Konoha."

Ninkame spoke lazily, its mung-bean-sized eyes narrowing contentedly into slits.

Then, it turned to look at Guy.

"But Lord Guy, we have money. Why didn't you choose the premium hot spring?"

Guy did not even raise his eyelids as he replied lazily,

"Why waste the money?"

"That side charges 8,000 per person, while this side charges 2,000 and even gives you a fruit platter. The only difference is the special massage service."

"With that money, we'd be better off buying more grain for the orphanage."

"So that was what you were thinking!"

Admiration appeared on Ninkame's turtle face.

After receiving its money, Guy had ultimately not chosen the 8,000-ryo specialty hot spring.

Instead, he had chosen a fairly good hot spring at 2,000 ryo per person.

Such intentions