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Are the curses this daft, or is there reason to this green liquor replacing all water output?

This foreign beverage leaves a smell of horse feed.

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Has the City nothing better to do than to distort who we are?

[Yes, he sounds like a woman.]

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[Kagehisa takes her into their bedroom, turning down the sheets for them.]

[With a kiss to her in passing, he begins to shed his clothes, readying for the evening.]

How are you feeling, Rin?

[She stands behind for a while, just lounging about.]

I'm feeling well. Why?

You had quite a day.

[When he returns, he is in his yukata[A slight rustle ( Read more... )

The ticking grows pervasive and tiresome. However, it is not lost on me that it dissipates and perhaps disappears during conversation. A warning, perhaps, that our time here is not meant to be spent idly ( Read more... )

It was carelessness on my part to believe that the shogunate intended the Itto-ryu as their koukenjo-the official school of swordsmanship for the Bakufu. I did not create my Itto-ryu to lord over shiftless ronin. However, to fail to seize this chance would thwart my grandfather’s ambition, and thus, I took it ( Read more... )

Heh.

Despite the tetanus piercing my muscles, locking my jaw, I took up the sword of my kabutsuchi.

It ended with one strike.