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Great Dojo
YOLF:
Zhang Liu
"It was a mockery from start to end," he scoffed, glancing at Sethrol. His face carved from stone seemed to grow deeper lines with the aggravation behind the sentiment, but a crack or something else opened through it. "I hear Mira won, despite that."
yinsukin:
Sethrol
"It was an absolute embarrassment," he said. Despite his words, the old man couldn't stop smiling. "And she did, the failure of this dojo succeeded where even two of its masters failed. Although, is that why you consider it an embarrassment? Shame for oneself and shame on behalf of someone else is two different things isn't it? I suppose that is a sort of empathy. You were always so much kinder than I was."
YOLF:
Zhang Liu
His eyebrows twitched uneasily, and he paused in the middle of wiping the blood from the fallen fighter's most grisly wounds.
"More than half of that tournament walked in with no regard for the sanctity of combat, and two masters validated this nonsense with their presence, only to lose dubiously." Zhang Liu answered, inhaling sharply. "I am the Source-Melting Hand. Even to those whose dignity I defend, I am the epitome of cruelty."
Panda:
Nanako
The next morning...
It was morning again, and with the first good night's sleep she'd had in almost a week, Nanako was off to the dojo district again. After what had happened during the tourney, it was clear to the squirrel girl that she owed Yang a visit, but she'd quickly gotten side-tracked when someone challenged here out of nowhere. On one hand, it made sense, she couldn't expect her fight with Yang to make up for interrupting their bloodsport from last time. On the other hand, she had better things to do.
To his credit, her challenger was easy on the eyes. Well built, with an intense, focused look in his eyes that spoke volumes of how he intended to break the squirrel girl down and force her to submit in front of anyone who cared to watch. Unfortunately, he was far too slow.
With that out of the way, Nanako went looking around through some shops in the area, figuring she might as well get something for the visit as she zipped from one store to the next.
SINIB:
--- Quote from: Panda on October 16, 2020, 07:46:59 PM ---Nanako
The next morning...
It was morning again, and with the first good night's sleep she'd had in almost a week, Nanako was off to the dojo district again. After what had happened during the tourney, it was clear to the squirrel girl that she owed Yang a visit, but she'd quickly gotten side-tracked when someone challenged here out of nowhere. On one hand, it made sense, she couldn't expect her fight with Yang to make up for interrupting their bloodsport from last time. On the other hand, she had better things to do.
To his credit, her challenger was easy on the eyes. Well built, with an intense, focused look in his eyes that spoke volumes of how he intended to break the squirrel girl down and force her to submit in front of anyone who cared to watch. Unfortunately, he was far too slow.
With that out of the way, Nanako went looking around through some shops in the area, figuring she might as well get something for the visit as she zipped from one store to the next.
--- End quote ---
Thorra
As Nanako zipped around from shop to shop, her squirrel senses suddenly veered her focus towards a woman who seemed to be browsing at the magazine rack. She stood there, intently staring at something, flipping through the pages but always flipping right back to one page which Nanako couldn't see from where she stood. She towered over everybody else in the store at over seven feet tall, and her outfit was barebones enough to make Nanako's look positively prudish. It covered just barely enough skin to hide her nether regions from public view, and she seemed to be wearing some sort of iron pasties upon her nipples. Her skin was perfect and smooth to a statuesque degree, and most interestingly, she held an immense hammer loosely to her side, the haft almost as thick as her arm with a shining iron head to match.
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