<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Red_Samurai.png)</div>Grandfather bowed deeply to Daisuke and touched his granddaughters' hands affectionately, then stepped outside to see to the shrine's van. Clearly, he either trusted Daisuke enough to leave him alone with the girls, or he trusted the girls to be able to take care of themselves should he prove untrustworthy after all.<br/><br/>A faint flush came to Daisuke's cheeks as Saiyako examined him, and his eyes were drawn inexorably to her bosom every time she bent down. "You are... ah... very kind, Saiyako-san. Your assistance is most gracious at such a time of my need." He looked around the medical bay to distract his gaze, but turning to look at the similarly lovely (if less outwardly flirtatious) Midori didn't help very much. He took a deep breath in and out, then looked back at Saiyako. "If my injuries are treated for now, would you help me move to your spare bedroom? I mostly need rest now, and I don't want to occupy your medical facilities for longer than necessary." He carefully shifted his body around so that his legs dangled from the side of the bed. He held the sheet around his waist rather self-consciously, baring his well-muscled torso to the girls, but hiding what Saiyako could tell was a rather impressive erection.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Once Daisuke was settled and the girls had prepared the equipment for their mission, Grandfather came back inside with the news that the shrine's van was waiting just outside. It was a simple cargo van decorated with the Sony logo and images of the shrine and kanji representing the<em>kami</em>it honoured. The back of the van could be opened to provide very basic kitchen facilities, allowing the girls to make simple meals for the hungry, unfortunate poor.<br/><br/>"Remember that we have a sponsorship deal with Horizon at the moment, girls," he said as he sat down in his favourite chair. "They'll subsidize our grocery purchases from Naturally Yours in exchange for the usual good word and branding display in our charity missions." He shrugged, taking the ebb and flow of corporate politics for granted in this modern world. "If you put in an order now, you shouldn't be waiting too long to get it all loaded up, and then you can head to Fort Lewis. Be sure to balance the needs of stealth, haste, our public image, and the welfare of those less fortunate in this mission. But I know you will, of course, my darlings."