As the premier brothel in the Yoshiwara Red-Light District, the decor of Kyogoku House was extremely luxurious. Four burly bouncers stood at the entrance, smiling broadly to welcome the dignitaries coming and going.
As soon as Yamada walked to the entrance, he was stopped by two bouncers.
"Oh my, this young master, you look unfamiliar. Our Kyogoku House is a place that values rules, do you have a reservation? Without an introduction from a regular customer, you can't just barge in..."
The bouncer's words stopped abruptly.
Because Yamada didn't even look at him, he just casually pulled a stack of banknotes from his pocket and, without even looking, smashed it into his face.
Clatter—
The flying banknotes scattered all over the ground like snowflakes. That was real, hard cash.
"Go, call your madam out."
Yamada strode forward, stepped directly over the threshold, and stood arrogantly in the entryway.
"Just say, a young master who is bored out of his mind wants to book the whole place today."
The surrounding customers and courtesans were all dumbfounded.
In this den of indulgence, they had seen many wealthy merchants throwing money around, but a madman like this who would smash money into someone's face without a word and demand to book the whole place was simply unheard of.
The madam, who had just been arranging for Zenitsu to scrub toilets in the backyard, heard the commotion in the front hall and hurriedly ran out, lifting her skirt.
When she saw the money all over the floor and the young man with an extraordinary temperament and generous spending standing in the center, the anger in her eyes instantly turned into two gleaming gold coins.
"Oh my. What kind of fragrant wind blew this distinguished guest here?"
The madam laughed so hard that the makeup on her face fell off.
She hurriedly greeted him, her tone flattering to the extreme, "Young master, please calm your anger. My subordinates are ignorant and didn't recognize you. What would you like to drink? Which of our girls have you taken a fancy to? I'll arrange the best private room for you right now."
Yamada looked around at the heavily made-up courtesans with lingering eyes, and a flash of undisguised disgust crossed his eyes.
Having seen Shinobu, looking at these mediocre, powdered women was simply an insult to his eyes.
"Cut the crap."
Yamada walked straight to the VIP tatami in the center of the hall, which was usually reserved for royals and nobles, and sat down, slapping the Kusanagi Sword at his waist onto the table with a "bang."
"Call out the most popular, most expensive, and most arrogant Oiran you have here. I heard you have someone named Warabihime in your Kyogoku House? That's the one. Tell her to come down immediately to drink with me."
Hearing the name "Warabihime," the madam's expression changed instantly.
Warabihime was indeed the top Oiran of their Kyogoku House, beautiful and unparalleled. But her temper was extremely bad. If things didn't go her way, she would beat or scold the servants, and she even dared to give cold shoulders to some wealthy customers.
The madam usually didn't dare to show anger even if she was angry.
"This... this young master, I'm really sorry." The madam wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said with an apologetic smile,
"Warabihime... she is feeling a bit unwell today and is resting in her room upstairs. How about I change you to two other girls who are just as lively..."
Bang!
Another stack of banknotes, twice as thick as the previous one, was heavily smashed onto the table by Yamada.
"I don't want to repeat myself a second time. Within one minute, if I don't see the woman named Warabihime standing in front of me..."
A trace of chilling coldness flashed in Yamada's black eyes, "I will use this money to buy your building, and then burn it to the ground."
The madam was so frightened by the terrifying aura instantly released by Yamada that she trembled all over, as if she had been targeted by a prehistoric beast, and her legs went weak, almost kneeling on the ground.
"Yes, yes! I'll go invite her right now!"
The madam scrambled up to the second floor, heading straight for Warabihime's room.
At this moment, on the second floor, in the most luxurious room in the deepest part.
The Oiran known as Warabihime was lazily reclining on a soft couch covered in brocade. She had eye-catching long hair that was a mix of silver-white and grass-green, and her appearance was extremely enchanting.
But at this moment, her face was filled with gloom and violence.
Upper Rank Six, Daki.
"Damn it, why is there the smell of so many rats mixed into the Yoshiwara Red-Light District recently? Are those trash swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Corps dogs?" Daki played with her long, sharp nails and muttered coldly.
Just then, the door was knocked on cautiously by the madam.
"Warabihime... Oiran Warabihime, a very wealthy young master has come downstairs and specifically asked for you to come down and drink with him. He brought a lot of money and has a terrible temper. He said if he doesn't see you in a minute, he's going to burn down Kyogoku House."
"Oh?"
Daki stopped her movements, and her eyes, which were originally normal, instantly turned into red vertical pupils.
"Threatening to burn down my territory? Truly a lowly human who doesn't know how to live."
Daki sneered and slowly stood up from the soft couch. She casually put on an extremely gorgeous twelve-layered kimono, and a cruel killing intent flashed in her bewitching eyes.
"Since he has so much money and is so arrogant, then tonight's extra meal will be him. I want to see if he can still be this arrogant when I dig out his internal organs bit by bit."
She pushed open the door and walked towards the first-floor hall.
In the hall, Yamada was holding a cup of sake, sipping it lightly at his lips.
Suddenly, a burst of hurried wooden sandal sounds came from the stairs.
"Young master, what a great show of power. Not only did you bring so much money, but you also brought a sword. Don't you know that when you come to this kind of place to have fun, you don't need to bring these eyesores?"
The person hadn't arrived yet, but the voice came first. The voice was charming to the bone but carried a trace of high-and-mighty arrogance.
Yamada didn't look up but gently swirled the wine glass in his hand.
Just as Daki's enchanting figure appeared at the corner of the stairs, ready to trample this ignorant rich young master under her feet with her unbeatable beauty and aura.
In the depths of Yamada's eyes, three black tomoe quietly emerged, instantly locking onto the woman on the stairs.
"The foundation is thicker than a city wall, and the perfume is strong enough to smoke a wild dog to death on the street."
Yamada casually smashed the wine glass in his hand onto the ground.
With a crisp "bang," the wine splashed everywhere.
He looked up, his scarlet Sharingan staring directly at Daki, whose expression instantly froze on the stairs, and the mockery at the corner of his lips was undisguised.
"With this appearance, you deserve to call yourself the top Oiran of the Yoshiwara Red-Light District? Are you selling smiles, or are you running a scam?"