A certain rich man had hired Gyutaro to go after someone who owed him, and when he succeeded he was to deliver him to the center of the illuminated part of the district. Quickly completing the task, he swallowed hard as he walked past the beautiful and wealthy people around him, he felt the looks, the laughter, the insults of disgust, he was used to it, he shouldn't care anymore, his ugliness had become a quality, but Gyutaro for some reason felt a pain in his heart, those privileged people giving him sharp sidelong glances made him feel more inferior than usual. Finding the man who had given him the task, he hands over the bag of coins, receiving his share of the payment, and turning around while grabbing the handle of his scythe. Gyutaro stopped as soon as he saw the figure of a well-dressed woman blocking the exit, and he looked around with a frown, seeing a circle of people looking at him, laughing loudly, and cursing him. Great. But a stab in the self-esteem he no longer had, Gyutaro snorts and when he was going to yell at them or something like that, the decorated figure appears among them, one of the leading oirans in that part of the district, she was the oiran of a neighboring house where Gyutaro's sister was.