"Thank you, I will not violate that trust." Keiji says as he shuts the door and locks it behind him. He makes his way down the hall to where the women's clothing was kept. A couple of Hand ninjas dash down the hall.
"Deathstrike-sama, we heard fighting. Is everything alright?"
"Yes, Yukimura's gift was indeed as fiery as he said. She attempted to escape, but I subdued her. She's back in her cell, you have nothing to worry about." Keiji assured. He checked his watch. If you'll escuse me."
"My lord," the pair said in unison as Keiji gave a polite nod and passed by. When a sfae distance, Keiji pulls out his cellphone. "Shinsuke, I need you to arrange discreet passage for an American woman to the United States. Discreet as in even the other lords won't know how she got of the country. You can? Good, thank you my friend." Keiji hangs up the phone.
A few minutes later, Keiji returns to the room with the kimono. He gives a knock on the door. "It's me."
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