Trilby heard the groan of a young boy crying. Turning around, he saw a rich boy on his back, clutching his shoulder and crying pitifully. An older man began to run over to Ryu, shouting "You hit my kid!" before swinging his fist. Trilby knew Ryu could handle this, but he was in no mood for distractions. Using his superior speed, he appeared between the two of them, punching the man in the chest, sending him flying back a few feet, collapsing over and grasping his now broken ribs as gasped for air. "Hurry up." he said to Ryu and he turned back to his original destination.
The golden Cat. They had reached it at last. Pushing open the doors, he stepped into the main room. Fancy ladies, or as a reasonable person would call them, prostitutes, roamed back and forth, delivering drinks to the snooty cliental, prancing around in skimpy outfits in an attempt to get hired. Marching up to the front desk, Trilby withdrew a small note, handing it to the clerk. It was an order from the Kazekage's office, for permission to see with Daimyo. Without official clearance they wouldn't let him anywhere near the Daimyo's floor, and he didn't feel like fighting his personal guard just to see him. "Fifth floor, i'll tell them you're coming" she said with a smile, picking up her phone. Trilby made his way for the stairs, quickly bounding his way up to the fifth floor.
Two large bouncers, swords on their hips, opened the doors as they approached, nodding respectfully. The floor was a clearly designed for executive groups, the highest quality girls sprawled left and right, delivering drinks to the Daimyo and his cabinet. The man in question was a fat, elderly man in a bright red robe, five girls crowding around him. His cabinet was spread across the room, men in various robes with girls hanging off them left and right. Against his better judgement, Trilby turned towards Ryu. "I'm going to regret this but... if you like, you can address him."
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