The next morning, Midori wakes as Yuki puts on her armour. "See ya later, sis. I left you some food." She points to a tray of rice and fish.
After the grave is filled, Chitsukiko hugs Jian. "Let's tell Sanada and...go do something nice, so we can forget about this."
(It's an inn, too.)
Grugga gives a grunt, but concedes to the logic. Ujo nods. "I think his name was, errr, Mochi. Yeah, Lord Mochi. I think he's a Sengoku Clan vassal."
"Don't worry, sis, it'll all turn out okay." She pats Midori's shoulder. "Anyway, I'm gonna get some sleep."
She leans against him for a moment, before walking outside and taking a shovel from the now wild garden, overflowing with colourful flowers. "She...
She's not exactly having fun, but Mogmak has been throat fucked by much bigger creatures than some puny human, so she's able to quite easily take...
Ujo pipes up. "There's a temple, I think, a little ways into the city. It was bought by a noble, and the new owner tried to force out the monks,...
She nods, and drinks the poison. Soon, her eyes close, and she falls onto her side, not moving.
"I'm pretty sure they are. Midori isn't that type of samurai."
The woman nods, and the feast begins to start, the mercs drinking and eating merrily. Kyouka's ad hoc lieutenants look at her, before Ujo nods....
She nods. "I think so, but they're keeping it hush hush for now."
"I don't know. All I know is that he needed to die." She raises the vial of poison. "Thank you, for this."
Yuki thinks and shakes her head. "Not unless you wanna cum again."
"You're right, I won't." She takes the poison. "He was a horrible man, you know that, right? I don't regret killing him."
It's moderately sized, big enough to fit maybe 30-50 patrons. "Nah, no need to be sorry, this was decades ago. Wayside Tavern has a good ring to it."
They find the temple on a quiet hill of the city, the wooden exterior blackened from fire damage, the doors broken and lying adrift. Inside, on...
Kyouka's new army gives a cheer. The old woman says "No. My husband was going to name it, but someone cut his throat, and I'm terrible with names....
"Not that I can think of." The quartermaster gives them a painless poison.
Her orders are obeyed, and the loot is transferred back to the tavern. An elderly woman approaches as the gold and coins are stored downstairs....
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