Kisama Kayo! "The Japanese are lost and this company is ruined by the same reason: the preservation at all costs of its values \u200b\u200band its feudal system "my teacher told me while telling me how the daimyo lords could have until the year of his faithful retainers. I thought that was painful, but one thing is to think and another to know. .. and quite another to do it for love and then, finally, enjoy it. When my teacher told me these things I was 6 years, and never forget.
Is? never touched me. Do not talk about the candor that wasted and how he provided what he later understood as gifts of women who frequented it, others say they came was discrete and were happy and willing to defend the teacher with lives and keep "asking" earnestly such favors. I will only say that he promised me he would not be who I deflowering, no one but the man I like, or the one I love.
His fame as a painter was fairly well known, his fame as a lover was a perceptible whisper of summer wind, his fame as a swordsman was something known only to those who were about to die, I trained in the art and art of living my life in a place where men are owned by the daimyo lords and women are the property of men.
His first big influence on my life was when he taught me how to rock and brush can be one, and just as lethal. After the assassination my father my uncle was in charge of our house. He was an abusive and cruel to his subordinates and his family. I did not know that the line between pain and pleasure was so thin and he was sometimes marked with blood, my aunt moved me with their pitiful moans and her bruises the next day I miss my mother, who ignored the warning of my grandmother and one day my uncle came drunk with a few friends she refused his body, he and his cronies. "A woman is the glory!" was the last thing you shouted before being dishonored and then beheaded. My aunt took only a few seconds to cover my eyes and ears wrapping on your lap but it was late. "A woman is honored." I painted and was scribbling on a subject that came from time to time and know would appreciate. A few people respected my uncle as he, was the only one of the regular guests at the house that could go armed. Days later Mr managed to leave a message in code, quoting me in a meadow near the cliff hours before sunset.
The message was clear: "be on time and bring your brush." I came to the fair, I think, did not see at first glance. Suddenly, like a vision appeared before me, dressed as he had never dressed before anyone with a black, completely covered her face with a hat that used for long trips. I was terrified but as I took my brush reflex facing the terrifying figure who laughed loudly: "Excellent! Knew you would!" To my bewilderment was discovered face, and thereafter spent the first of many evenings furtive painting first and learning the art of the sword later, and combining these techniques in a way that my teacher praised and polished all the time and that to me I came to take pride as an artist years later.
He told me that the swords were a matter phallic. I understand these words to my 12 years, when the man means that the child is "age deserve ". The previous 6 years since I met taught me how to take advantage of the male ego. With these lessons my uncle I never met a hair during those 6 years, although the increase in work, effort and fatigue settled my days, my evenings and part of my night. will not miss the truth, we never lacked food, but in that house we were just dogs, and my uncle was no more than a larger dog. My teacher taught me that a real man has a gun and a katana, "with his katana protect his wife and his weapon full of pleasures." I can now say that he was not a womanizer because he did not wanted, and he always attending found refuge in their wisdom, their kindness and in his bed.
As I said these things, urged me to increase my artistic ability and combat. I had my own money, he gave me from selling my paintings. One day I dared to ask what to do with them, where to sell them and if I was giving all the money from sales, and I took a walk. To see my work exhibited in the village shops really touched me, and seeing how much they sold my teacher realized that I was exploding, as it did my uncle with his own family and their subordinates. He taught me that should take care that money, sooner or later I would I said, and so was my 12 years on my birthday.
"The katanas are a matter phallic." While telling me this again unwrapped a beautiful blue silk robe and a kodachi smooth, "the kodachi are as thin as a woman, a woman who will be from now on." I was moved to tears and hugged tightly to my teacher, never forbade me to show my emotions but it taught me to tame them, mine and those of men and women around me. But that night do not need a gun.
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went home and ate as usual, without looking up to our "benefactor" and love, until I noticed I looked that way as they watch the old morbid pigs in which he provides for girls like me. "You're old enough to merit", my grandmother, my aunt and women at the table turned pale and fell, again, his countenance. I did my own and turned pale too until they approached me, open hand to my backside and lost an eye and then another on the road. He tried to draw, so blind as he had just become the victim of a couple ohashis unexpected and pointed to my neck, forgetting my height and cutting his arm, I positioned myself on the katana trajectors guided by her hands clumsy and stupid fury. The other women in my house did not have time to appreciate the scene but caring ran heal wounds. I watched in bewilderment. I saw in his eyes something that had never seen a woman in my society and born with us: a block of ice breaking in a river of tears of joy watching the first woman to defeat an expert fucker bushido. I know you have left to bleed to death in a slow agony as the nights that he will "made women" as their ancestors did women "to their ancestors, but a wise intelligence cured him quickly to prevent death. One of them took revenge by leaving the language itself split in two, like a snake, while he shouted "Kisama Kayooo!" the last words she could articulate normally and as a man in our house and the rest of his life.
My teacher knew what happened. I scolded. He said nothing for a few days, days when I did the duel killed after submission that I was suffering and centuries of generations of women in this country. After that time challenged me with words that bring me back to that fury of days ago. Needless to say, I never got to strike a single blow and only hurt me with the branches of trees. I hated him first, then I hated myself for being so weak, "you is not weak to feel, are weak not understand. "Whatever he said he did nothing but increase my speed and fury and the vagueness of my attacks until, like a spider trap I got myself in the branching and underbrush. I could not move over from exhaustion and the prison became the merciful inwhichthe wooded. "Give up?" "Never!" "Then you're defeated." crying, screaming and kicking to force herself to sleep I was posted in branches. when I awoke I was wearing a beautiful kimono, perfumed and my wounds healed "by my teacher!" I thought with horror to deduce that I was naked, when he approached me a very elegant woman, a stranger. "Drink this. When you feel better, the Master has directed that seek it. This house is a maze, do not try out the other side where you indicated." The foreign beautiful rose and left the room walking with some difficulty but with a grin of pleasure that intrigued me.
I was not going to stay with the curiosity to know where she was, although I still wonder dominated. I went where the woman had told me and saw my teacher sitting at the door. I screamed and ran a thousand things to hit as hard as he could, without technical and anger, frustration and the desire to obtain the pardon of a sudden I was born implore. My teacher grabbed her arm and walked me to his chest, holding me with a tenderness that made me remember my father, whom I saw being killed. "I am not one who has to forgive, neither he nor anyone.'s Only you and the universe." I cried for hours while serving the best tea I had ever tasted, "now you know what it tastes like freedom in the midst of a world of slaves."
"Sit down, dog!, And eat." We became very good at managing our resources and although we could not offer sexual services for which our house had fallen on hard times won fame after the death of my father and my uncle's legacy, we promised never again use girls or girls or ourselves, and end this harmful lifestyle before it becomes tradition. I became my meager 12 years in love and lady of the house, supervised by my elders. For the first time in a long time I felt what love is within my family and I liked it. My teacher came with the same frequency but was treated with courtesy to the women in my family no longer concealed in hiding, his visits never last long enough for them such courtesies are extended, which did not prevent more than one have enjoyed their "favors." Began creating livelihoods apart from the sex trade, "you're going to talk about when you say, and what you say I say, if you say something or do something else that you beg us to kill. "parapetábamos We respect that the name of my uncle had to make their" sent ", but girls and women in our family could choose when and how attending , and did so with less and less often to their "clients".
My teacher and I were training. "Just So you're slightly out of visual range and not see you," taught me the art of turning invisible to people's eyes, "but when you face someone with skills never take for granted that has not seen you. For them is to learn to be invisible and to disappear. "He taught me the gun me and not my kodachi, and I must respect. Also taught me not to do anything against my will, so that each "mission" to which I accompanied him I did because I wanted to. "We do not kill. Killing is not free, is deprived of the opportunity to redeem every human sr" our "victims" preferred death to life terrified by the memory of our visits and the torment of his crimes. "We're not vengeful or endorse anyone. Tokushima and Tenko fear us equally and their followers do not know who we are or how to find us even though we live among them since the beginning of these stupid wars."
"We ..." I thought leaving my curiosity increased, my teacher noticed it but never made a motion to discover the mystery and others say a word. I understood him as teaching this procedure and that someday I would say who are "we", I only had to wait. As a 16th birthday gift I received word that we had a new guest in the house, an orphan girl who was about to suffer the fate of those who did not live in our house and escaped to our care, who were the other women of our country. What the women in my house knew but did not understand was how he got here, "a few days ago the Lord's house Miyagure arrived at the center of the square knelt the ground, he apologized, took a well and gutted in front of everyone. In a scroll that he had told him why he committed suicide and written instructions on what he wanted done with the goods that were achieved after all the atrocities they had committed. Instructed the girl to our home "and cash and kind was my teacher.
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" You will no longer treat me as someone superior to you as of today, this will be my gift to you. "My teacher I stood in the woods that had become an extension of my home, blindfolded and armed with my kodachi. "You can take off your band whenever you want it not avail you. You can use your kodachi, that either will do. "While I was excited to know that by now is that he had been trained since a" coincidence "was found by the gentlest man of my life after my father was terrified . It took me quit my band and my favorite place kodachi the forest and began to move with stealth. The air smelled of others besides himself. Suddenly my head cocked listening to the whistling of an arrow that passed the greetings and announcements beginning of my "test." jumped into a tree climbing in seconds to a branch. In it was a weapon that I knew of all domestic and foreign weapons that my teacher owned and had taught me. I never used something to defend myself, I thought while diverting attack by someone whose agility belied his size and weight. The man left the branch in which I stood, leaving me hanging in the air for that moment the gravity inwhichthe forgets his environment, and I took the man to beat this in three ways. I knew he was a man by his "presence", and I liked how it smelled but did not attract me. I respected her as a man and did not hit him in the testicles. It did not, fell motionless to the ground. Had overcome the first of seven.
"Seven??" I asked in bewilderment at the same time I wondered I knew it was a man without having seen almost none of my senses. My mind allowed me myself these questions while my body prevented both fans kodachi sharp as my own. I ran this plague and dodging hostile feminine presence of odor of peach as my mind impelled me to answer what kind of fruit is a peach that I had never seen in this country. He had to get rid of the gun So the man had beaten and attacked with my fists and my legs until I came across a sharp blade, sawed, weight curve and much lower than traditional weapons. The two waved dodging and gnashing abanicazos steels that were covered its dangerous edge. Felt the setback of the elegant lady, disarmed and knocked her throat, making sure that they fainted. Seguí
moving in the woods as night was approaching and with it this time, two strange subjects. I left the questions of how and why and then I put my mind to work on what he saw: two twins. The woman threw a dart proviniente a much bigger engine than a blowgun that had met and the man tried to cloud my ear with the sound of something similar to a mild steel sheet. I went back to a tree to escape the dart but stunned by the sound. I had the precise moment to recover before the man second sound issue but my mind warned me that this time attack with something else. I rushed quickly to the ground to surprise the man and putting my hands pushed the air into him, making him inhale the poison that had thrown me, I took another weapon that was on the ground, disarmed the woman and provoked its downfall in a branching similar to what my teacher used to entangle years ago. Had crippled them.
still had the weapon with which he had beaten the woman when she felt an almost imperceptible change in weight at its end, which varied along the rapidly approaching gun at me. When was closer increased a little more and then fade. I felt cut off the air while listening to the song of a pair of steel sheets close to me that lightning. Who the driving was very, very light and flexible estremandamente. I took refuge behind a weapon similar in size to a door. I had mango but its weight and size made it impossible to wield me. Only helped me dodge the attack, but I had the time to notice that I had something hanging from the handle. I took it and began to haunt me tremendously flexible container. His arms seemed no more than two pieces of cherry-plated metal, but managed only slightly hurt his arm with one of them. He walked away and launched one of the sheets to my face and then the other. I got them both are stuck into the wooden gun he had and turned so returning it caught in his clothing, and a tree and leaving him unconscious after the coup So the tree was his humanity.
The next contender came up to me eager for the few drops of blood out of my wound. It smelled of wet dog. It threw me with something that looked like a gun but a tusk in an attack that I figured rather clumsy and noble at the same time. His intentions were honest, I was hungry. From the wide range of skills my teacher taught me in these years my mind I suggested my ways and print dress in mind of the wolf that was chasing prey. I ran looking for my speed chase and when I was about to catch up with fang-wielding got stuck with another of the weapons that were lying there. They gave me a pity that sort of plaintive cries to be emitting its own way, caged.
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"The next enemy is hatred." I heard the voice of my teacher, but what I perceived was not him. Do not let my mind time to wonder why my uncle was standing, using his katana and willing to murder after rape fiercely. Nor scorned the opportunity. I understood at that moment that he had orchestrated an effective screening for my father who was murdered at the hands of legions of things unknown to the world, and could acquire human form of hours. While similar amounts of information were being absorbed, sorted and decoded through my mind my body trembled at the possibility of retaliation from the life in my hands after murdering subject represented, for me, centuries of torture to the Women have only been won once. "One!" My body reacted by blocking and attacking armed, again, only their limbs, as he headed towards where I had left my trusty kodachi. I took it and dodged what may have been the saber final, giving me time to roll, sit up, throw a stone at its head and charge him with all the precision, speed and rage he felt and he perceived that it was not mine alone. I passed on six hits over the speed of my opponent and I managed to disarm him hitting seventh in the wrists with the handle of my kodachi and knocked to the floor for submission under the weight of my body. He had his throat at my mercy and a ticket for his soul whose final stop was hell.
I took off my blindfold and I looked into his eyes, and I lost to realize I was in other places, wearing many other forms and portanto a gun, and another and another and another. I saw driven by power devices land, and others moved by a fire that was fed by a viscous substance proviniente of death, I saw metal objects move across the sky spitting more metal and ruining the earth, I saw animals with multiple heads and lightning coming out of artifacts much smaller than a vi fear the eyes of many victims to die at the hands of types like me dressing gowns and other dresses in white robes whose eyes had not the slightest trace of humanity, I saw girls giant besieged like me with a thousand promises or only with enormous strength and superhuman abilities, giving birth to them and formidable beings horrible, I saw items that were crushed and had symbols of another language and from which commanded people to artifacts that are commanded to them, I saw things like dragons and snakes were lying, fell in love, enslaved and devastated, I felt I had the opportunity to end all these aberrations at that time my kodachi just sinking in throat of the man who represented everything I hated and much, much more ...
... and I did not. With the speed at which my mind was working I realized that it would not end up with nothing and would continue throughout, as with all my heart and my whole body the kodachi nailed to the side, dam of impotence and frustration of myself and whole humanity uttered a cry that silenced the whole forest, puñéteé the floor and cried many times pushing my teeth. Moments and a long time ago at a time, my mind had no problems with those temporal paradoxes, who was kneeling on the ground and I was assured that my uncle had disappeared from under me. "Congratulations, women have overcome hate." My teacher came up to me dressed in white and seemed to glow in the dark, like all people who had defeated, including foreign beautiful that I had treated and cured years before, carries the fans that cut. "Do not kill anybody and ensure that men and women you beat are useless but harmless. I'm no longer your teacher." At the time I was losing my lifelong mentor was making my real age of majority, and that moved me to tears again. I ran into a brief but stormy career to him and hugged him with a new love, a woman. All my containers approached me and gave me warmth in a hug that was singing to the forest. "Come now, you have to rest." I had questions. "Tomorrow is another day, we have only just begun."
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woke up at home. That had been a pretty hectic night. The small Kano was very delicate health, women and men of the house and worried about her including news of yet another suicide. "The hara kiri has become popular among people of high society ... They say that this time was a cotesana that like Miyagure, went out one night and slaughtered in the middle square. No, because that's not to anything honorable. He had a note with it. Who would think that after his honorable name, it was only a madam, a trafficker of children and drugs. " I was aware but had to feign the same ignorance that the rest of my house. That was bothering me since two years ago. "They commit suicide, have oportuindad of his life and commit suicide. But not all do. Some people prefer to live with their crimes and some people like to escape, as if they could." Arubi was not unquestioned but the answers always left me bogged down, from my 6 years.
castigábamos understood that we do not, as it tried to do our imitators by bloody deeds. Arubi or your friends, nor I never killed anyone. Desempeñábamos had normal lives and normal activities. We were not a clan or a guild. We got together at certain times and decided what to do without any magic method. Since I am a woman have done so, and we regret every suicide, "honor is something that can be retrieved, life, no, the Japanese do not understand that." At home, finally cleaned up the name of my father after the death of my uncle. The sexópatas and pedophiles had to go find where satisfy their filthy lusts first outside our house, then out of our realm and eventually out of our beloved city. Our girls are no longer offered as merchandise for the appetites of anyone, our women were, though disguised in a society free of slaves slaves slaves, and men who enjoy sexual pleasure nights and sometimes days and weeks, were part of our lives, help our work, our house protectors and providers of support, resources and love. "And you, noble and big sister, when a man will choose for you? Misao San and I have chosen me and is the latest, when will be your turn? "While the laughter roamed the room at dinner time I answered with a succinct" and will be my turn, do not worry ", at the same time thinking about what would make the game Arubi.
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"Now we must divide and pursue new directions," he said with his eyes lost between us and a nostalgic and unknown future. "Kayo, in you I made up the enthusiasm to continue in this endeavor, while you have fed hope each of us. "They looked at me very tenderly, while I was excited all the news you have of me after his departure." This is my last gift to you, extend your hand. "Sitting in a circle as we were first stretched me and every one of us, together in the center of the circle. When touched, the distance between us, placing us in diametrically opposite corners of the planet. "The distance is nothing. Our paths, and those of all we have together some time and distant other, but separate, never." I've always been a screamer, but from my 6 years I was always happy. At the end of the spring would have to take different directions, facing a horizon that gave us a lot of opposition but invited us to circumvent the best of us.
I stayed in Japan. After the departure of Arubi did everything that was in my hands so that there were no sucidios, one after another proved that we live in a sick society of power and able to devour his heirs. My house, my city, were under the protection of people who decided to leave the darkness to face the consequences. The reputation he acquired, first as the "city of suicide" and then as the "city of justice", was diluted to become "the city clean." I know the man behind me like I'm close to getting commitment to it. My kodachi is clean of blood, and his katana and gun have proven to be a real man. Co I keep my job, which in turn is my mission and my life, and I am a renowned artist. I painted my uncle as he was, without eyes and maimed times before his death. The table decided it deserved to be remembered with honor after a life of repentance, capturing on canvas the body parts that were missing. Kano want to be my successor in the mission that I bought and I will carry until the end of my life. Soon it will be your test. I am perhaps more anxious than her because it is your day. I give him and his kodachi.
