Jiraiya is Recalled!

"Pah! Where did this little thief come from? How utterly shameless!"

The middle-aged woman flung open the wooden door, her clothes and hair slightly disheveled, her expression filled with annoyance. She never imagined she would be so blind as to be deceived by someone.

This deception wasn't about Kizaru stiffing her for services; rather, once they were inside the room, Kizaru hadn't asked for pleasure, but instead began interrogating her about the inner workings of this brothel.

Naturally, to get the information he wanted, Kizaru had added a slight element of intimidation.

And let it be said, under Kizaru's threat, he really did manage to dig up quite a lot.

The most important point was that Kizaru confirmed that, even now, human trafficking still existed within these Red Light District establishments.

It was just that these people were clever; they had wrapped human trafficking in a layer of legitimacy: the lifelong apprenticeship.

These brothels used the excuse of training musicians, dancers, and geishas to sign children to contracts for a pittance.

Once these children were signed over to the brothel by their parents or others, their personal freedom was effectively gone, their fates entirely controlled by the establishment.

A slave, an apprentice—it was just a change of name. In this place, there was almost no difference in essence.

And this was in the Red Light District of Konoha, right under the village's nose. These people didn't dare go too far, so they had to cloak themselves in a respectable veneer.

Kizaru could already imagine how many more direct and brutal pleasure houses existed outside of Konoha, especially in places far removed from the village.

Still, there was a shortage of manpower! He needed to find more people to get the work done!

When it came to someone with the deepest