"Lord Kakashi, where are we going next?"
The group walked along the Red-Light District, and the tall, thin man beside Kakashi asked him.
Kakashi didn't answer him.
He didn't really feel like talking.
Two hours. For those two hours, he had quietly drunk alone, talked with Keiko about her family, and listened to her talk about the path her life had taken.
Keiko's father was a gambler, her mother was bedridden, and she had a younger sister who needed looking after...
Keiko said that if Kakashi stayed a little longer, she could earn a little more.
So Kakashi stayed for two hours.
At that moment, he felt he understood a little of why Jiraiya liked the Red-Light District so much. Setting aside those debauched bodies, Kakashi actually felt that these people were more real.
For money, she had even reached so intimately to remove his mask, straddled him so suggestively, and tried to take off his clothes.
But Kakashi had stopped her.
He couldn't enjoy that sort of affection from a stranger. Both his body and his soul rejected it.
He missed Rin a little.
Those girls were so alluring, their faces brimming with desire, yet none of them could compare to even a fraction of Rin's smile in the sunlight...
People only learned to cherish things after losing them.
But what was gone was already gone. He had to find something new. Something that could give meaning to his life.
The group walked through the curtain of drizzling rain.
A figure suddenly appeared in the rain, blocking the six of them.
Kakashi paused, and the five behind him stopped in unison, their gazes all settling on the person blocking their path.
Beneath the black raincoat was what looked like an oval turtle shell. Only the tail raised high behind