“Well, I know what we can do in the meantime.” They spend pretty much the rest of the night going at it, until morning comes.
"Hmm." Humming to herself as his friends leave, Kyouka was prepared to sheath her sword. Assuming the leader would follow, but seeing as he's still holding his blade. The redhead raises an eyebrow, "Ho? Guess I should give you some credit. I thought you'd have left with them." She teased, just before he unleashes his flurry of blows. "Khh. You're better than I thought as well." Groaning, as her grin widens. She leaps back as much as she could, making some room between them. "Fufu. Very well, if you can survive this. Then I'll have no qualms about surrendering to you." She said as she takes a deep breath. Holding her katana at her side, spreading her footing as she prepares to lunge at him. Kyouka rushes at him with a vertical slash, only to feint, turning it into a overhead slash instead.
"Oh," secretly, faintly hoping there had been something more to the hug. A blush creeping up on her cheeks, "then I am just tired. Let's talk again, auntie. Think I need a few hours of sleep before I am all there again." Lazily smiling, the corners of her lips drooping slightly. She was tired and had probably said too much to auntie, but felt good to unburden herself even if just part of it. Below her waist, she felt the aching and expectation she usually felt when looking at Jian. Although not a frequent masturbator, she had almost forgotten how her fingers felt, and how little she had known about relieving herself before. Rubbing her thighs together, bowing slightly as she did to say farewell.
Jurobei laughed hearing the message, he laughed hard. "Ah, I haven't heard such joyus news in a long time. Little old me, became so important that Kami himself took notice... and took action." He smiled. "I don't care - all people die. I regret but few of my decisions. After all, there is a special hell for those that rule. If that was supposed to scare me, or make me beg for forgiveness, to change my ways, it wouldn't work..." He leaned back. "So, why are you here? To cackle?"
Inazuma order her clone to attack robed samurai and make combination of techinc on holding her samurai, by pulling him and using his own strenght to pose him betheen her and attacking robed men.
The man sees through her ruse, blocking her blade, and continuing to launch hammering strikes with his sword, hitting her katana over and over again, until her hands feel numb to the point that Kyouka fears that she's going to drop her blade. As she feels her strength about to fade, though, he draws back his sword just a tad too much, leaving a small opening in his guard.
"To look at you." She sits beside him. "You're still my son, after all. While I'm here, I might as well talk to you." She cups his cheek, a more tender touch than he's felt in a long time, if a bit cold. "You got so old." The former matriarch's laugh becomes bright once more.
Distracted, the robed man fights the clone, while the man in armour wrestles with Inazuma. "N-Nothing personal." He grunts as he pulls out his tanto, trying to slash at her neck.
Inazuma split in his eyes and push her own kunai in his troat. "Same here, nothing personal." She said without caring for own survive, just to kill her enemy.
Yunah nods in agreement. "Thank You, but I wouldnt have minded using my Sword. I'm ready whenever we begin"
"Fuuuu." Kyouka groaned as her attack failed, forced to endure another flurry of his powerful blows. However, as he left his guard open. The redhead sheathes her sword. "Very well, I'm a woman of my word. You survived my attack. So I submit." She sighed, before grinning, "You may use my body however you wish, until we near the port. Since I need to make myself presentable to the emperor."
'I can see that they'd be more useful in war,' Jian said, 'No, I've never been in battle. The Empire has enjoyed a period of relative peace. There was no need to call up every young man to fight a few border skirmishes and roving bandits.'
Grateful for the company, Chitsukiko nods, and set off to her room with Midori in tow. Almost a chore to undo the armor, but still stripping the pieces of it off her with near mechanical precision. Once the final suneate, greaves, is removed, Chitsukiko sinks onto the bed.
The armoured samurai chokes, before falling over, dead. The remaining man manages to carve through her clone, but turning to face her, knows that he stands no chance, especially now that he's wounded. He pulls open his kimono, and after a second of confusion, Inazuma realises that he's committing seppuku, pulling his short sword from its sheath and pointing it at his belly.
He leads her up, where several men wait on deck, forming a circle. Moving to allow Yunah inside the circle, a samurai moves forwards to approach her, bowing. "Good day, ma'am. I am Hata. I will be your first opponent." The old man who met her at her door says "You will fight these men, one on one, until you have either defeated them all, or you are defeated." A bamboo sword is given to Yunah. "Are you ready to begin?"
Eikyo extends a hand in her direction. "Hello, Xia." His unusual cock (ridged, with a tapered tip, and sticking out of a slit) is still on full display.
Yunah musters the Men with her eyes, taking notes of their Statue and size and then nods at The Old Man and takes The Bamboo Sword. She looks at Hata and goes into a Defensive Stance. "I'm ready"
"Never took you for sentimental type." Jurobei chuckled. "You died, looking like a human, I on the other hand, am already old fossil." He paused. "Whatever will happen, the actions I took, will ensure our family's survival. I regret it not. For regret, would be spiting on all those lives I took." Jurobei chuckled again, either he was talking with a ghost, or skilled kunoichi. Why not test it. "You and father are doing okay?" He asked as he leaned against woman. Officially the two were in love, and kunoichi would act according to that info. In reality, they hated each other.
