“I most certainly did not hit him with my best,” Motoko growled as she glowered at him. Besides, you and I both hit him with our best shots and he didn’t die, so anything else will just give more work for Su to clean up.” Placing her hand on the end of Motoko’s hilt, Naru pushed the sword back into its sheath. “This man exposed himself to the residents of a girl’s dormitory! That’s no reason to ‘chill out’!” “Motoko, just chill out for a second?” Naru asked.

“We should kill him, dump his corpse, and be done with him.” As he looked around at the girls staring at him, Keitaro was relieved to be wearing clothes and that no one hasn’t assaulted him in the last five or ten minutes. The four residents of the Hinata-sou, Naru, Shinobu, Motoko, and Kitsune were gathered in the living room of the house along with the landlord, Haruka Urashima, and her nephew. Motoko nodded and fell into step with Kitsune, the two women leaving in their wake a room full of slaughtered Yakuza, an entire gang annihilated from the lowliest soldier to the boss.Ĭhapter 2: There is Something My Sword Cannot Cut! “Fine, I’ll think about it!” Kitsune said loudly, though she was totally going to do it, “Now come on, the Christmas Cake had some big news and wanted us home for it.” “We had a deal, fifty-fifty.”įinished wiping the blade, Motoko tossed the paper towel over her shoulder and onto the bisected corpse of a man wearing a suit and sunglasses. I demand a seventy-thirty cut of the reward.” “That I had to use my sword for such a paltry fee just makes it even worse. Snorting in annoyance, Motoko wiped her sword with a paper towel.

“It’s the easiest million yen you’ve ever earned,” she said cheerfully. In her hand, Kitsune waved back and forth a huge wad of bills in her gloved hand. Motoko looked to Kitsune, who like her was dressed in a hooded yellow slicker and boots. “This is worse than chopping tuna,” Motoko replied. “Give it a rest, we got paid didn’t we? It may seem like such a tedious thing to you, but this is the sort of thing good decent people appreciate.” Using her sword for such menial work, especially the menial work of someone else, was abhorrent. A sword was for killing men–striking down the enemies of her family, school, and nation.

Motoko hated when her sword had to be used to cut something anything other than its intended purpose.

“Once again, I have cut worthless things.” If you couldn't die, I doubt you'd have much of a flight or fight response, either.ĭisclaimer: May I play with your expectations? I like how you squirm when I poke them with sharp objects and Anti-Ship Weapons.

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