The Branded Female Fencer

A long object in the hands of a monkey circle. It was too long for me to pull it out, and I had a long knife about the length of a monkey circle. It is not otherwise strange as a possession of the recent history, and it is something that everyone uses to show decoration and prestige. When Monkey Maru sat down and stood his sheath on the floor properly, he began to speak out in a gratuitous manner.

"I would like to show some art to those gathered here. Awkward people are in a recent practice called Monkey Maru. Originally dressed as a lower bitch, I was told that I had a piece of art and it was taken up by Master Bai Raku. I know I'd like to show you how boring it will be until the next meal."

At the end of the ape circle's mouth, Ben, and one threeline sounded, and the light fell to half by the hand of the dog guard. A monkey circle reflected in the dark room begins to dance to the song and the three lines of the song. The song doesn't hang up demonically, the dance is beautiful and powerful. Apart from the dance of the Geisha earlier, it attracted those who were there.

Daimyo and the others are spouting their thoughts.

"Let's just call this Nora. I thought dancing was a woman's exclusive patent, but you're a man, but you're beautiful."

"Like the left. At the same time, it is powerful and yet powerful. Is Lord Shirakura your hobby now?"

"Still to say, in the back yard"

"No, I loved some shitty stories. I'm just wondering if this guy's gonna make it to the inbox just because he can dance."

"I'll say that again"

"I'm serious."

Some conversed enjoying the dance as such, but many were seen by this monkey circle dance. Would that have attracted them for four and a half minutes? Monkey Maru was finishing his dance as he became sweaty. Naturally, applause arose from the surroundings. The escorts, up to two of each allowed by the Daimyo, had also forgotten their assignments and slapped their hands. Bai Fu was also holding a large cup in one hand, applauding. Inugami and Tsukiko meditated their eyes and were deeply dropped.

Monkey Maru was sitting up and deeply thanking him, greeting him with his eyes closed. The only person who reacted perfectly to see how it went was Ji Parent Okijuku.

"People, it looks like you enjoyed it. Most importantly. Wondermonkey round, if you'll excuse me, I'll show you another dance."

"Come on, let's go. Allow dance."

Sometimes about the liquor, the bigger minded Daimyo rose slightly. Only one eye of the monkey circle opens.

"Then don't hesitate. I just want to ask people to dance from here on out. I can't dance alone."

"Well, that's like dancing -"

"Forgive me."

At the same time as that word of Monkey Maru, the lights in the venue fell in unison. It was dropped by Geisha and Dog Guard. At the same time, it glowed with a long blade of monkey circles. Standing only on his left knee, he pulled the knife sheath upwards and released a long knife that would not fall out of the ordinary. It is a cohabitation.

With a flash of monkey circles, Daimyo danced. But only its neck. Only Ji Parent Okumura was within reach of the knife, the only one who took his life. He was flying into space faster than a flash of monkey circles. Only he had come to this feast without an escort, because he had the strength and the guts to do so. For more than a decade as a big name, Dada has not outfought the ghosts. He himself was a samurai who crossed with numerous ghosts on the battlefield.

But the backyard, which flew into space, caught something in the air. Though I thought it was a net, he looked at Shizuko without thinking, and his gaze felt staggered. In the darkness he realised that Tsukiko had at some point taken off the strings of the three lines. That's how the second flash of the monkey circle glowed at the moment when the backyard was in the universe. Amazingly, he danced through the universe without preliminary motion with a knee up from his front seat, twisting himself and clawing the necks of the famous men who were opposite him.

When the monkey circle landed in its original position, blood blisters flew from the Otani at the same time. Blood was also scattered over the large cup of puritanical leisure, and he was standing face to face.

Ji Parents in the back yard bark from the iron wire of the Tsukiko.

"Puritanical white pleasure, are you insane! What would it be like to do this now!? You're going to be an absolute man of the continent too! Or -"

"That is what has nothing to do with you, Lord Okami. It would have been a shame if I had known you a little sooner, or even offered to cooperate. It's a brilliant blow to the monkey circle. I made it a close call in anticipation of Takeo the Monkey Maru. But tonight, there are no exceptions."

"That's right, the back yard which. I'd like to say that you have a very high eye for me. Anyway, the geisha here are my belongings. I am the leader of these people. If I hadn't given you the order, I might have had the chance to listen to your bedtime stories, even with your protruding ambitions and martial arts. Too bad I could add you to the stories I gathered."

"Purity White -"

Before Ji Parent Okumura could finish telling him what was going on, Tsukiko's hand was pulling the wire and screwing his body off. Around the perimeter, Monkey Maru and the Dog Guard have begun sweeping escorts with the rest of Daimyo. They kept the knife in advance, but it wasn't even taken up by the scalpel. Many had as much power as they could cross with a few ghosts, as long as they had a katana.

But there was no comparison between them, who were suddenly blinded by the darkness they visited, and the monkey circles and dog guards who were used to their eyes. It was like cutting down a paper doll, but both names were equivalent to the rest of the enemy. Even if it were bright here, it would have ended the same way. Darkness is just a trick to push. The escorts, whom the great names should have confidently put aside, were stroked not only to fight properly, but shortly after they screamed.

And those who tried to go forth were not long ago laid down by the geisha and the wizards. Not a single geisha was called to this banquet. They were all trained ninjas.

When the sweep was over and the lights were on again, Puritanical White Fun sat with a large cup in his hand, also by the elbow, as if nothing had happened. The cup was littered with blood, and a river was made in the sea of liquor, but Jingyi Bailey confirmed it, and was sipping a sip of liquor in his breath.

Continued