[If she were not decidedly in the canid family, the sound she makes could be described as a purr.]
To think, I devote part of myself so freely to a man who would swindle the Buddha himself…
[She doesn’t sound too upset about it. The sigh is almost a far lewder sound.]
Are you settled in for your story, dear sir?
Because we begin some five hundred years past, at the end of the Onin War, when blood fought blood and burned much of the great capital of Kyoto in crude flames that know only how to consume and not how to differentiate the property of friend or foe.
In this decade of struggle over the succession of the Ashikaga shogunate, a samurai warrior named Umezu no Kamon Kageharu loses his life. Fearing for theirs without their only protector, his wife and two young daughters flee into the flame-lit night…
But what do you think found them, all alone in the dark of the rocky pass through Mt. Nyoigatake?
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[If she were not decidedly in the canid family, the sound she makes could be described as a purr.]
To think, I devote part of myself so freely to a man who would swindle the Buddha himself…
[She doesn’t sound too upset about it. The sigh is almost a far lewder sound.]
Are you settled in for your story, dear sir?
Because we begin some five hundred years past, at the end of the Onin War, when blood fought blood and burned much of the great capital of Kyoto in crude flames that know only how to consume and not how to differentiate the property of friend or foe.
In this decade of struggle over the succession of the Ashikaga shogunate, a samurai warrior named Umezu no Kamon Kageharu loses his life. Fearing for theirs without their only protector, his wife and two young daughters flee into the flame-lit night…
But what do you think found them, all alone in the dark of the rocky pass through Mt. Nyoigatake?