Chronicles of The Hardships of Komachi in The Sengoku Era

The flower district adjacent to Ozhang's harbour city was known as Yukaku.

It boasts one of the largest cities in Japan, and refers only to Hanayashi in the eastern part of the country, and it has established itself as a luxury pleasure district on the grounds of good hygiene management and high security.

There is a reason for the high level of security, and it is under strict surveillance because it is adjacent to Nobunaga's harbour city.

However, due to the character of the flower district, some autonomy was allowed because it would be obsolete if the law were to be observed on the square.

Of course, it is limited to the extent that it does not go beyond the legal framework laid down by Nobunaga, and severe blame awaits if clear deviations are exposed.

During the dawn season, there was also an exploration of the belly with Kami, but the fool who wanted to make money even after making a dangerous crossing had been eliminated and enjoyed peace.

"Wow haha!

Celebrating and continuing such an enclave tour was a visit. Instead of stopping by on a pretentious whim, my feet are thriving to the point where I'm worried I won't show my face for a while.

Tongue drumming with savory seafood in the harbor town, cooling the outdoor shops was the usual pattern to buy souvenirs for the ladies and roll them out to the flower district with their hands.

Having stayed for several consecutive nights without permission before, the two have made sure to communicate their plans and whereabouts to their respective supervisors.

"Lord Kyung Kyung, aren't you going to do this (...) today?

A concurrent cup of one hand shows a trick that rubs around the side of the belly while tilting the neck. When I saw it, Celebration just signaled the playgirl not to tell everyone.

When a prostitute perceives the intention of celebrating the next time she breaks her face (dust), she shows that she walks away quickly while protecting her elegance.

While preserving the sweeping queue, what she brought with her cheeks was Erhu, a rubbing string with two strings stretched out.

A rubber string instrument is an instrument that is played by rubbing (scrubbing) a string using a stick or bow, as if it were a letter. Violins and the like are also classified here.

"It's not like I care about my amateur playing."

"I get intoxicated by the tone played by Lord Kyung Kyeong as I tilt the cup. This makes me quite a habit."

"We're looking forward to playing Keiji, too."

"I can't help being told that much. Amateur comfort, but let's play a song."

Celebration, who stood Erhu with a bitter smile, held down the strings to make sure of the tone and slid the bow. It was not like a normal cheerful celebration to pour out, a tone that invited some sad sorrows.

Beautifully nostalgic tones fill the room, the ladies are overheard, and the concurrence takes them far away from here staring at the twilight evening view.

As there are many good things to do, a comfortable time doesn't last long. I started hearing rough noises from downstairs as if to match the tune of the song.

It should also be true that flower streets are indispensable for sparks of gold and rubbing for women in liquor, so it's no wonder whenever and wherever they burn.

A woman screams at the sound of a drunk man cursing and a dish cracking. You can't possibly not notice the celebration playing to the impeccable extreme noise or the concurrence watching the song, but the two of you don't even show the bareback you cared about.

The old lady who saw the two raised her voice.

"Sorry about the fun, but it's time for work. It would be a treat to take a man with no choice but to scatter prestige, wouldn't it?

"Haha! You're right, I think he was a little at peace."

A few people who received a signal from a playgirl called Mr. Tsubaki head downstairs. Fighting in Flower Street is a rule based on both successes and defeats regardless of the reason, but it still rubs like every day.

I guess there are some unique circumstances in areas where people are in and out of the harbour cities as close as possible.

"You're not a boulder big guy. I guess rats can't help but assert themselves because of the noise, but Tarzan just shows its existence. Unlike the story, if this Tarzan moves, you'll just be sorry."

As Senpai's playgirl put it, the celebration of continuing performances and the concurrence of enjoying its tone were also persisting in my indifference to the hustle and bustle that was subsiding.

Everything outside the room was murmured and truncated, and the ladies continued to fall in love with a concert that was never due. From there, only the sound of pouring alcohol into the cup, and the rubbing of clothes as the playgirl moved, became a match for the performance.

Silence descended on the spot as Kyung next Erhu finished the performance with the kind of tone that drew his tail.

"The boulder is Keiji. That was a good tone."

"Bright songs are good next time."

"I'm already urging the next song. Well, I feel good today, so why don't you play it"

Even with a bitter smile, Celebration began with a bright tune as requested by the playgirl. The hustle and bustle downstairs had already gone on, and only the next performance of the celebration was echoed in the evening sky.