Somehow getting up from the hard mattress lying on the floor, Kenshin followed the girl, enjoying her elegant gait and the seductive swaying of her hips.
Aya was quite beautiful for a village girl.
Besides her long and slender legs, she had a prominent, toned butt and second-size breasts.
Kenshin couldn’t help but be charmed by the young Japanese woman’s beauty.
Following the beautiful brunette, Kenshin quickly glanced around the interior of the house and realized that Aya lived quite poorly.
In the main room, where he had been lying, two meters from his hard mattress, another one was laid out, but slightly cleaner and neater.
Besides the two mattresses, in the corner of the room, right by the window, stood a table and something that looked like a sewing machine.
The window itself was cloudy and not transparent.
The village girl didn’t have money for clean glass without impurities.
Apparently, such luxury could only be afforded by the rich, or shinobi.
Aya’s house was very small, consisting of a tiny kitchen, one central room that served as a bedroom and workspace, and a small storage closet that was cluttered with all sorts of junk.
The toilet and shower were outside.
Kenshin reached the kitchen in literally ten steps and sat down thoughtfully at the place the girl indicated.
She went to the wood-burning stove and began ladling out a fragrant-smelling soup into bowls.
“Thank you,” Kenshin said, receiving a bowl of hot soup from the girl, and began to eat hastily, only now realizing how hungry he was, and immediately burned himself.
Aya just laughed merrily at his carelessness and also began to eat.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” Kenshin thanked the girl, looking into her eyes.
“It’s nothing.
I’m sure you would have done the same for me,” Aya answered, embarrassed, and looked away.
“I don’t remember much, could you explain some details to me?” the young man asked softly.
He would have gladly asked what year it was, but unfortunately, that information meant nothing to him.
Kenshin only understood the chronology from the birth of Christ, not from the founding of Konoha.
“Of course.
What are you interested in?” Aya asked with complete dedication.
“Mmm, you said the Hokage now is Hiruzen Sarutobi…
Has the Third Shinobi World War already happened?” the young man asked, and immediately mentally slapped himself, realizing how ambiguous the question sounded.
“Of course it happened!
How could it not have, if you know about its end?
You may have lost your memory, but you didn’t go back in time,” Aya declared with a laugh, surprised by the strangeness of the question.
“Damn!
Out of the frying pan and into the fire!
Even if the Third World War is over, the Fourth World War is ahead!” Kenshin thought, rubbing his temples.
“Umm, how long ago did the Third World War end?” the young man asked again, wanting to know how much time he had.
“Well…
I was six when it ended.
I’m eighteen now,” Aya explained with a smile.
“Eleven years ago?!
Damn, damn, damn!
The canon must be in full swing right now!” Kenshin thought, his mood sinking even further.
“And how long ago did the Nine-Tails attack Konoha?” he decided to get a more precise understanding of which timeline he had ended up in.
Hearing about the Nine-Tails, Aya nearly jumped in fright and put her finger to her lips: “Shhh, don’t say its name!
It’s the scariest monster in the world, and no one knows where it went!
People say that if you carelessly say its name out loud, it will come and destroy our village!” the girl muttered with noticeable fear.
“Hmm, interesting.
So the villagers don’t know that tailed beasts are sealed into jinchuriki.
That’s why they’ve made up a bunch of scary stories…” Kenshin noted, and hastened to calm the girl down.
“Alright, I won’t.
So how many years ago did ‘it’ attack Konoha?”
“Nine years ago.
Almost ten.
My grandfather was in Konoha that day and heard all that horror…” Aya said sadly.
“Your grandfather?
Where is he now?”
“He died six months ago from pneumonia…
Tsukishima-sama, our village iryonin, refused to help him…” Aya said, sobbing, and two streams of tears flowed from her beautiful blue eyes.
“I’m sorry…” Kenshin said, and then, without understanding why himself, he suddenly moved towards the girl and hugged her, wrapping her in his strong embrace, belatedly realizing he still hadn’t put on a shirt.
Aya pressed herself against the young man’s strong chest and cried even harder.
The young girl had been completely alone for the last six months, with no one to pour out her sorrow to.
Kenshin hugged her even tighter and stroked her tender back, comforting her.
But this tenderness was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door and a shout: “Aya, let me in, I know you’re home!”
Aya’s already unhappy face twisted into a grimace of anger.
“Leave me alone, Kaito, I’m busy!” she snapped towards the door.
“Fine, I’ll go, but you won’t be able to run from me for long!
Whether you like it or not, you’re going to be my wife!” Kaito shouted, and the sound of retreating footsteps was heard.
“Who was that?” Kenshin asked, barely containing his anger that he hadn’t even had time to acquire a harem before someone was trying to take his girl away!
“Oh, just some idiot…
He’s the elder’s son, and he’s been trying to marry me for months.
When my grandfather was alive, those bastards were afraid to show their faces!
I’m sure the elder talked Tsukishima-sama into not treating my grandfather!” Aya spat out with anger, pressing herself even tighter against the young man’s chest.
For some reason, pressing against Kenshin’s muscular chest felt so good that she didn’t want to let him go.
“I see…
Don’t worry, I won’t let them hurt you!” Kenshin declared with determination, and placed both hands just below Aya’s back, almost touching her firm butt, hidden by her black pants.
The girl noticed the gesture, but only blushed a little and said nothing.