"Fufu! The only reason I'm alive is because there's always someone to fight, or fuck. Sometimes both." Kyouka proclaimed proudly. "Anyway, I guess that it'll take thirty minutes of fighting, before my "defeat" looks convincing. You have exactly that. Of course, you can also join in on the fun, before we kill em, if you'd like." She said with a grin as they headed down. Once they split up, Kyouka heads to the main entrance of the warehouse. "Hey! I heard this place was run by the yakuza! I also heard you guys were strong! So, why don't you come play with me a little? I've been itching for a good fight!" She yelled loudly, shutting the door behind her, to give the soldier a chance to lock it. Kyouka then draws her blade, preparing for a fight to kill as many as she could, before the "boss" arrives.
The official leads her into a litter, which is then hoisted up by four burly servants. "I'll let my colleagues deal with the other Kushan selectees." As the litter is transported through the city, Midori sees thousands of people, sights, sounds and smells that she's never experienced before. Given the size of the city, the trip takes quite a while, and an uncomfortable silence breaks out. Out of boredom, more than anything else, the official speaks. "So, do you have an idea of what you'll do after meeting the emperor? Heading home, or will you stay and see what life is like in the capital?"
“I'm... not sure yet, honestly.” Midori admitted. “I'll probably stay and have a look around the capital for a few days – visiting such a magnificent city is not an opportunity that should be wasted... unless something happens to make it necessary for me to go home right away, of course. I hope no such thing happens.” She replied as she kept looking around at the unfamiliar sights and people, amazed.
Jian cursed, there was no way he'd be able to reach that spot on the horizon and keep his bearings, if it even was what he thought it might be. With Chitsukiko in tow, he went to look for Sanada. He reported the incident to his uncle, giving a description of the intruder and how she and her boat vanished into thin air.
Yunah takes everything in with her Eyes as She leaves The Ship and set foot on The Dock. "I wasn't prepared for....that. I hope I have a guide who helps Me to find My Way around here..."
Jurobei waved the guard away. Was it a dream, or premonition... why now? He gathered his things and prepared to disembark. A spider still on his mind. A widow - how appropriate for her.
Making her way across the almost seemingly endless rooftops, eventually she comes across a strange building, an alien looking spire that conforms to neither the architecture of her homeland, that of the Eternal Empire, or the Western nanban. As she approaches, the huge oaken double doors slide open, seemingly on their own, inviting her in, though she notices that they didn't open for other passersby who wandered this close. Inside, a large stone antechamber awaits, dark, but with candles that light as she walks past them. The door at the end of the hall opens, and a man walks towards Inazuma. As he steps into the light, the kunoichi realises that he's unlike anyone she's ever seen. He's huge, towering above her, and incredibly bulky, with coal black skin that she's never before seen on a human. The man sweeps a cape over his shoulder, the fabric fine and expensive, as are the rest of his nanban style clothes, before he walks out onto the street, giving Inazuma a curt nod as he leaves. The doors at the end of the hall remain open, invitingly, light pouring from them into the chamber where the kunoichi stands. Heading further in, she finds herself in a lavishly decorated room coloured in red and gold. A woman stands, looking through scrolls, before turning to face Inazuma. "May I help you?"
The soldier shakes his head in confusion, but makes no move to stop the redhead. Inside the warehouse, a number of young men in their early twenties bolt up at the sound of her approach, confusedly grabbing for their swords, before they get a good look at her and calm down, grinning. "Eh, boss!" One of the young men calls out towards the upper floor of the warehouse, where a young man with flowing dark hair jumps the railing, landing on the ground and looking up at her, a sheathed katana over his shoulder. "Yeah, we're yakuza. The deadliest gang in the capital. You should run home, before we hurt you." He bristles with the confidence of a man who has 15 men on his side, and only a single opponent.
"Indeed. Perhaps you'll look for work? Many people have used it as an opportunity to rise up through the-, what? Oh, for the love of the kami..." The litter comes to a halt, as the official peeks his head out the window. In the street, several ronin are standing off against a group of naginata wielding warrior monks, glaring angrily at each other, blocking the road. "Damn, bloody idiot fanatics fighting common thugs. It makes no difference to me if they kill each other, but do they have to block the road?" One of the warrior monks tilts his head towards the litter, seemingly having heard the remark, and begins walking towards then, glaring pointedly. The litter begins to shake, as the servants grow nervous, and the official gulps.
Kyouka's grin widens as she saw her prey, What? Only this much? Tsk. They wouldn't even take ten minutes to kill. Though in her head, she was slightly disapointed. After all, they looked like their courage was only due to their numbers. "Good, you "boys" should make a good workout." She taunted them, "Though if you all run away once I kill one of you. That'll be boring. So. How about this?" She spoke as she undid her breastplate, placing it on the floor. And running a gloved hand over her large breasts, which was perfectly accentuated by her skintight bodysuit. "You can all charge at me. And if by some miracle, one of you actually manages to disarm me. I'll submit, and be your sex slave for however long you wish. You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want." She continued, her hand moved down her flat stomach, onto her her crotch. "That should be a fine reward, no?" She cooed, walking closer toward them, and ready to start killing the moment they make their move.
"Damn it, she's probably the one that hired-." Sanada breathes out in irritation. "Well, shinobi were inevitable on this trip. The important thing is that no one got hurt." Sanada either forgets or ignores the dead samurai and ashigaru. "You did well to survive, at the very least. Fancy a trip to the palace? My brother is heading there to submit to the emperor, and could always use more bodyguards." Chitsukiko gives Jian a look that signifies she'll be happy with either choice.
The old man chuckles. "Few people are, especially those from the countryside. The only people I know who aren't awed by the sight are those from the Eternal Empire. It's the only place with cities this big." He looks around. "I think I have some servants who grew up in the capital. They were from the slums, probably, but they'll know some of the nicer areas as well. Would you like me to assign them to show you around?" He turns. "Oh, and Lord Yokuboo is headed to the palace to swear an oath to the emperor. I can assign you to his guard, temporarily, if you'd like to go, though of course you don't have to."
The shogun waits on the dock, a large, ornate palanquin prepared for the two nobles to travel in, borne by a team of servants, with samurai surrounding them as bodyguards. "Lord Yokuboo." The young woman nods her head, before a servant helps her inside the palanquin. The man then offers to help Jurobei up as well.
'I said I would make myself useful, and I am not going to go back on my word,' Jian nodded, 'If you need me to accompany someone to the palace, I will gladly do it. Though, I have yet to meet a member of the family who would need protection.'
The criminals leer at her, looking like it's their lucky day. The boss laughs loudly. "However long we wish? And what if we wish for you to be our slave for the rest of your life? Tatsu, teach her some respect." A large man, probably a former sumo, steps forwards. Leaning forwards and stomping his legs, he charges at her, planning to tackle and pin her to the ground with his bulk.
Otsu kisses the dragonid's neck as he plunges into Xia's heavenly asshole, before she slips a finger into his own. "That's right, fuck her hard." She breathes into his ear.
"Then, my life as a samurai will be over. I guess you'll have to teach me my lesson by then." She replied in a teasing tone, both to taunt and arouse them. And as soon as she saw her first opponent, Kyouka grins. Especially as he charged toward her. She dodges to the side, but only barely, making it seem like she was lucky. And delivers a stab toward the sumo's neck.
Sanada mumbles under his breath that Shintaro could use some protection every once in a while, before nodding to his nephew. "Very well, come with me." He leads the young mainlander onto the dock. @majus As Jurobei stands beneath the palanquin, Sanada appears, with a young but strong looking mainlander. "Brother, this is Jian, Shintaro's child. He's a decent warrior, so I've placed him into your guard, for the trip to the palace."
Midori sighed. She did not feel ready for dealing with this sort of issue, but it seemed like there was no way around it. Thus she decided to get out and face the angry monk head on – hopefully everything would end well...
