"It will be hard and difficult to not being seems, right now after all fight. Bodyguards must right now realy carefull and ready to fight... But I will see if I can do this." She said and leave her sister. Inazuma get good watching post from the shadows and look at Emperor palace, trying to judge best way to get inside, with all guards around.
"I just got a report from some of my scouts. The black widow is heading towards the palace. She's good at attracting attention, so you might want to see about speaking with her. That said, you're the expert, so I leave your strategy to you."
"Lord Jurobei Yokuboo." He grunts. "Anyway, access inside is forbidden." She sees the black widow, her red hair identifying her, shouting at one of the palace guards, and being denied access.
Inazuma jump of the roof, right before black widow as she leave guards. "Could you tell me what black widow looking for in palace? Chalange some guy to duel?" She asked in curios tone, not bothering by guards. "Before you ask, I'm Inazuma Rau, kunoichi in service of Yokuboo Clan. As you can see we have difficult situation here, so you have to have good reason to get inside."
"Jurobei?" Kyouka repeats, letting a sigh inside her head. Good, he's still alive. And with the palace on high alert, there shouldn't be any chances for that shinobi to attack. "I see... tsk, I had some business inside. But it'll have to wait." She said as she turns around to leave. For now, Kyouka tries to return to her room. But, when a familiar voice interrupts her. Kyouka doesn't look back. "I have some business with Lord Shintaro." She replied.
Inazuma smile to her. "Well, It look like it is your happy day. I can delivered for you paper with permision to enter, in exchange for you doing what you are good, so making everyone eyes keept on you in the palace. Do you agree or not, I don't have all day."
'How? By whom?' Jian looked in disbelief, 'Don't we have people to guard and prevent assassinations on the patriarch?'
"I don't know!" Sanada shouts at Jian, before calming himself down. "We're still gathering information, at this stage. Our guards were slaughtered. If you want to help, go and find out something useful."
"Really now? That's an odd offer for a kunoichi. Don't you prefer doing things in the shadow?" Kyouka said, but without anything else to do. "So, what is it you want me to do exactly? I can't quite attract that much attention away from a lord being assassinated you know."
'I'll have a look then, where was he murdered? Where are we keeping his body?' Jian asked. Given the answers, Jian headed to the crime scene with Chitsukiko to have a thorough look at it and the corpse.
"In the castle, at the lord's hall." Up at the castle, Jian finds Midori, Chitsukiko's aunt, meditating. "Chitsu, could I speak with Jian for a moment?" Chitsukiko looks confused, but heads out, leaving Jian and Midori alone in the hall. "So, you're here to find out what happened?"
'Cousin,' Jian nodded to Midori, 'Our patriarch was murdered within our walls. Everybody is rightfully in an uproar. If we can find out which Clan attacked us we can start acting accordingly.'
"Very well, start your serch. You'll find the body downstairs." She nods. "Just, Jian... My father's death, it's going to have repercussions. You understand that, right? If you want to stay here, eventually you'll have to pick a side."
'I understand his succession is unclear, cousin,' Jian nodded, 'But Lord Shenzan isn't here and my father has no desire to rule. A dispute over leadership seems unlikely at least for now.' Jian headed downstairs to inspect the bodies of the patriarch and whoever else was killed in the assassination for any clues about how it happened and who did it.
He finds nothing on the former patriarch, but he finds a small medallion, clutched in the hand of one of the dead samurai. Upon the medallion is inscribed the symbol of a spider.
Jian took the medallion from the dead man's hand, examining it for a moment. He looked whether there were any attackers among the dead. He also examined the dead's wounds for any clues about who had killed them.
Kina moans as the man ploughs her pussy. She doesn't even need to pretend. Her large bust swayed up and down, almost hypnotically, with the man's trusts, and her pussy squeezed him, pumping and stimulating - like only the best whore could. As her daughter kissed the man's chest, Kina concentrated on folding his mind with waves of pleasure. The boy would be easy to control. "What help, do you desire, Lord Chiitaan?" She purred the title, stroking the man' ego.
