Shintaro chuckles. "I'm pretty sure that I am your father, so yes, you can call me that." His chuckle turns into a laugh at the mention of Kyouka. "That's certainly an understatement, though I've managed to tame her temporarily. I'd offer to share, but I think you'll have to fight her to the death first." The lord's brother sighs. "Look, kid, I'm sorry for going off with the redhead. I should be making up for lost time with you."
“I like the way you think,” Midori replied and openly ogled Yatsebe, her gaze stopping briefly on the samurai's chest before going up to her face. She licked her lips in anticipation.
The old man chuckles. "This ship has survived tsunamis and more battles than can be counted, we'll be fine." She notices him knocking on the wood of the doorframe to avoid jinxing himself. "I'm truly sorry to ask this of you so soon after being shipwrecked, but Lord Yokuboo wishes for me to evaluate your skill in combat."
Yatsebe gives a similar look in return, taking a swig of sake. "Who should go first?" She loosens the cord on her belt.
Jian laughed, 'Share her? That's not quite the father-son bonding I'd hoped for when I came here. Though I can nearly imagine that one man might not be enough for that woman.' He shook his head, 'It's alright, I didn't expect you to stop your whole life to accommodate me the moment I show up at your doorstep. You accepting me as your son is more than enough. Besides, it gave me a lot of time to get to know cousin Chitsukiko. She's a lovely woman.'
Yunah stands up. "No please there is no Issue. I was not wounded and feel rested up enough to demonstrate. What does Lord Yokuboo have in mind?"
She returns his kiss with passion, her hands feeling the muscles of his shoulders and chest, only for her eyes to start to creak back open and for her touching to start to slow, soon stopping. She wasn't sure how he'd react, but as soon he tries to undress her, he was going to find out. Looking a slight bit guilty and worried, she paused from her make out to take a proper look at him and get some distance. "You say that...." She didn't really know how to have this conversation with him, figuring it was better to just show and began unfastening the knot keeping her clothes up while facing him. "...you said before you believe in ghost stories...." The green cloth fell to the floor as Koyumi was left all but naked, except for her bra and panties covering her area. But those weren't the thing that would grab his attention first. With something of a mind of their own from spending so long congested and cramped up together behind clothes, a white cloud poured into the room, in the form of bushy fur unfolding behind her. One. Two. Three...in between where the fourth one should be, there was an empty space. A gap in the otherwise snowy fluff of white. Then it went to five. And carried on until he could count up to nine, save for the one missing. Each of them seeming to shift with the anxiety matching her face.
Inazuma nod to him, holding towel to her breast. "Alright, give me a moment to get ready." She said and quickly put on her yukata, tougether with her katana and others blades. Inazuma torso and hair was still wet, so clothes lean realy tigh on her. "Okey, show the way." She said to samurai and follow him.
"She's a bit shy and old-fashioned, but yeah, I've always had a soft spot for that kid. She still gets irritated when I tell her that the gun is so obviously better than the bow, though." He chuckles.
"Just a sparring match with a few clan samurai. I managed to convince him to only have you use bamboo swords."
She opens Midori's kimono, hand reaching forwards to clutch one of the other girl's breasts, before running the fake phallus up Midori's thigh, towards her womanhood.
He looks stunned, gaping at her beauty, not even noticing her tails for a moment, before his gaze goes downwards and he sees the fluffy fur. "You're missing one... Are you alright?" Kiyoda looks at her tail. "So you're a kitsune... I knew there was something special about you." He leans in to kiss her again, hand moving experimentally to her tails. "May I?"
He leads her down the stairs, into the hold of the ship, in between a large amount of stacked boxes. Inazuma sees another message nailed to a support beam with a kunai, looking just like the last one, from a distance.
Inazuma look suspiciously at samurai, excepting some kind of trap. "So you find strange message and decided to inform me first? What the reason for chousing me?" She asked and take letter to read it, wondering if it will be another poem.
'I'm no expert on firearms,' Jian smiled, 'Nor the bow. From what I know they don't seem so clearly superior to bow and arrow. If I'm fighting two people at once, I'd rather have a bow, lest the other man runs me through while I'm readying my musket for another shot.'
Almost in immediate response to his hand coming near him, they jolt, sending a shock down her body that makes her jump. Apparently they're incredibly sensitive to touch, though exceedingly soft. With their bodies pressed closer, and his curiosity to feel through his fur, his fingers could feel the sudden space of empty air, until they ran far enough to reach and accidentally brush against it and feel the reactive twitch. From his angle, he could get a better look at it. It wasn't missing. The one where the gap was looked to be a stump. Not an attractive sight, but with a clean cut. Koyumi knowing what he was about to ask, had a look of both relaxed that he wasn't worried, and concern. "I'm alive....though I'm under the impression that the people responsible for calling me out here are convinced that I still have all of them..." She looked pretty hesitant to go into detail. Explaining your weaknesses to people was never a good decision, but she felt that he could be trusted. At least she hoped. "Losing just one is like losing a limb. My magic is crippled without it. Younger foxes may still be growing their third or fourth, but it's not as simple as say...losing the ninth makes you only as strong as one an eight. It would be much like someone cutting off three of your fingers and expecting you to still use a sword well since you can still technically grip it. With enough time it would heal on it's own, but it took almost a century to grow it the first time. I need a healer capable of restoring that connection. That won't come cheap."
"Oh, the message was addressed to you." Snatching up the letter, she sees a single word written on it, in the same elegant handwriting as the first. Duck Inazuma hears the rasp of a blade from behind her, where the samurai stands, and she hears movement from amongst the boxes to her sides.
"Maybe, for now, but in massed groups of musketeers, there's nothing like it. You should have seen what happened during the Imperial invasion of Koru. My brother ws removed from his post as head of the shogun's army, so the shogun's brother-in-law took command, and sent us to fight the Imperials in a cavalry charge. We were thousands of samurai horsemen, riding fast enough to make the ground shake, but the enemy just stood fast and opened fire by rank with their muskets. They slaughtered us, and only a few of us even reached their lines. I decided that day to master the gun." He shakes his head. "Ever been in battle, kid?"
"I don't have much money that I can call my own, but I'll do whatever I can to help." His hand gently touches her tails, massaging the tenderness caused by having them hidden all the time. "You think that the people who selected you know what you are? Could you be in danger?"
