SAMURAI

Chapter 21; Real World

    These two warrior girls were not recklessly panicked women. They had been ready. Only I and Aya wield the sword. Megumi was unarmed. Her fan and sword were lost during the last raid.

    "Follow me. I know the way out. We must climb this hill to the top. This hill ends on a cliff, below which there is a free sea. I have prepared a small boat there. "

    I nodded in admiration. During this time Aya went all day apparently to prepare for an escape route.

    "You go first. Take Megumi with you. I will hold them for a moment."

    "No. We go together," refused my lover

    I looked into the eyes of my baby, giving her confidence that I would be able to catch up with them. "You know I have to hold on for a while. I will be fine. Hurry up, time is tight."

    Megumi snorted in annoyance. "If you guys keep arguing like this, you two just go. I will hold them back."

    Aya held back in shame. She bumped into me, put her arms around my neck, landed her kiss repeatedly.

    She whispered in my ear, "Be careful, Honey. I am waiting for you, Mai raa fu .... "

    I nodded, giving her an intimate smile. "Wait for me, my dear. I love you."

    The noble girl was increasingly annoyed at our intimacy. She was prancing halfway in tears. "Ouch ... let's hurry ... we were crushed by them when you exchanged romance."

    Aya grabbed Megumi's arm. The two girls ran into the forest, climbed to the top of the hill, disappeared into the grove. 

    Shouts grew louder. Three black bears looked at me as if waiting to receive instructions. I looked into their eyes. Three of my best friends roared to show their sharp fangs. They spread, waiting for the attackers who used to come. The python moved around the tree, perched on the highest branch. His body wrapped around the branches, his head sticking down. 

    All my secret weapons were ready in the bag. Moroshige's sword was drawn, waiting for the first attacker I wanted to take to hell.

    The escape plan from the siege was ripe in my head. Which path would I take, how would I run? I sat under a tree. The rest of the wood-burning for breakfast still emitted smoke. My eyes closed. I breathed regularly. My sharpened ears caught all movements. The first twenty pairs of legs scrambled to get prey. They were the first twenty lives who would meet their Creator.

    Just as their feet reached the area embedded in the trap, their bodies were twisted. Like a wild animal trapped, the bodies of five pirates bowed like roasted rabbits. Their blood splattered on the ground, trees, and leaves. Five more pirates stepped on the rope, five of them pulled up into the tree with their heads down. 

    My friend, the python, was waiting. He moved quickly embracing five bodies alternately, twisting them one by one in seconds. Before the other attackers arrived, the pythons had carried their bodies with broken bones to the tallest tree. For the next tens of days, the python wouldn't go anywhere. He would perch in the nest all day while enjoying the food that has been already available.

    Three black bears didn’t want to lose. Their body size was not too high compared to European bears, making their movements fast, strong and dangerous. Thick arms with their sharp claws moved wildly. Each bear killed three pirates. Scratching and tearing their bodies with fangs. Pieces of the body were scattered everywhere.

    Raced with them, I attacked the remaining six pirates. My feet pressed on the ground, bouncy, tiptoeing through the air, descending with a regular s***h. Ninja swordsmanship was different from samurai swordsmanship. If the swordsmanship of samurai emphasizes beauty and graceful rhythm, ninja swordsmanship was more a deadly attack. 

    There was no beauty, there was only spreading ferocity. Fast, leads to deadly organs. In five movements, the bodies of the six attackers were covered with blood with gaping holes in the neck, chest, and stomach. 

    As if the waves hit the coast, twenty uprooted, dozens of pirates surged to arrive. They scream like mad, pushed mercilessly. A moment later, we began to be pressed. All traps have killed victims. Large mountain rocks hit two heads. Large tree trunks destroyed three bodies. Spiky bamboo stems made five bodies into rabbit satay. The gaping hole gaping with the tip of the bamboo upward plowed the bodies until the organs disintegrate. Spurting blood soaked the area. 

    The lid on my head was sticky because of sweat and blood. My sword was no longer shiny because it was covered in bloodstains. The secret weapons in the shape of stars, nails, small knives have all occupied their proper place. I thought enough time for two girls to reach the destination.

    Sadly, my three bear friends laid with arrows and spears through their bodies. The python was currently busy dodging scattered arrowheads. One eye bled through an arrow. Soon he would also accompany three bears to the paradise created for animals. "Thank you, my friends. My prayers for you." 

    It’s my time to catch up with my lover.

    With a long screech, I jumped into the tree. Not even my feet tread the highest branch, dozens of arrows glided after me. I turned my sword. The whole log with a sharp tip broken collapsed to the ground. Shouts of curses sounded angry knowing their arrows did not meet the target.

    Dozens of arrows rustled again. While my right hand turned the sword back, and my pair of legs stepped on the branch as a foothold, my left hand reached for branches and roots. For a moment, my body had disappeared hiding behind shady trees. The incision in the tree was a direction in which I should move. 

    The cries of the pirates were getting weaker until those sounds disappeared for a while. They were the rulers of the island of Oshima. For them, it did not take long to be able to sniff out our existence.

    Passing through the thick forest with a snort of catch-up followed took me to two body figures that had been waiting for the end of the hill. I removed the head covering, sheathed the sword. The distinctive smell of the sea hits the nose. The sound of waves crashing on the cliff. The sharp end of the reef below was waiting for us if we could not finish the trip perfectly. 

    Aya hugged me when she found my clothes wet with blood.

    "Are you hurt?"

    I shocked my head. "Only their blood. Not a single incision has been made on my body."

    "Thank God." 

    Aya strokes my hair that covers my ears. Looking at me closely, kissing my lips softly. Her affection conveyed through the gaze did not switch.

    Megumi cleared her throat. She looked at the free sea. Her smile was annoying. "Okay, a pair of pigeons in love. Please end it first. Your love adventure makes me want to puke."

    We laughed. 

    "Are you jealous?" I asked teasingly.

    "No. If I want to, dozens of handsome samurai are queuing over to get my hands on me.”

    "Yes, I believe it. You are beautiful. But unfortunately, there is no handsome samurai who can melt your heart."

    Megumi sulked. Her face turned red, her mouth bulged, her lips pursed.

    "Stop it. You are just like little children," said Aya.

    "Yes! Your lover is indeed a jerk."

    I stroked his shoulder apologetically. She avoided. Screams heard. Soon, the peak of this hill would be filled with men who were passionate about killing. Now or never.

    "You jump first. I will follow, "I said.

    Aya nodded. "I'll go first. Megumi followed. "

    Aya retreated from the side of the cliff, looking for a square-off jumping. We had to jump far from the cliff, free fall into the sea. If it's too close to the wall, sharp coral was ready to wait. Or, a convex cliff wall hit our body before reaching the surface of the water. 

    Half screaming, she ran backward, then jumped away from the edge of the cliff, plunging with her head pointing down. Her hand straight forward. Megumi followed without caring about me.

    I had no time. Following the two girls who preceded the plunge, I followed their movements. My body floated like a seagull avoiding the two arrows that followed from behind. The pull of the earth pulled my body down. 

    Swiftly I glided like a waterfall. The surface of the distant sea was getting closer, and closer. The tail of my eye glanced at the convex cliff wall that had passed. After crossing the rock, the surface of the sea received the exposure of my body. 

    While diving in, I turned my body to the side. My feet pressed against the tomb of the water, my arms reaching upward, away from the landing. Several arrows plunged into the depths. 

    Below the surface of the sea, my open eyes found two pairs of feet swinging floating. I approached those legs and appeared between them.

    "Come on, we swim behind that cliff. The boat is waiting there." Point Aya.

    The cold of seawater was nearing freezing. We exerted every effort. My girl was swimming like a fish, I and Megumi far behind. When she arrived at the boat, we both still struggled while swallowing several liters of saltwater. Fortunately, the medium wave was not too high. 

    We made it to the wall of the boat almost out of breath. I had to admit, I'm not very good at moving at sea. 

    Spending too much time in the meadows, deserts and cities, made my body weak when dealing with marine life. My movements were not as fast as on the ground. The noble girl next to me was also struggling. She was too spoiled to live the life of a fisherman.

    "Where did you learn swimming like that?" I asked with a howling breath after lying on my back on the deck of the boat.

    Aya held two oars. Her hand moved swiftly pedaling, directing the boat away from the cliff. Oshima Island increasingly looked smaller.

    "As an outcast, I have to be able to master a lot of skills. Especially the ability to escape, "Answered Aya wryly.

    A few tens of oars, the island of Oshima increasingly looked like a dot in the middle of blue. The abandoned grandchild stopped the paddle, pulled out a bundle, opened its contents. Three sets of samurai clothing for men, clean water, and dried meat. There were only two katanas and two Wakizashi lied between the boats. She knew I would not use another sword besides the ninja sword my teacher gave me.

    I was very grateful. My lover was not only beautiful. Her brain was also very runny. She has prepared everything for us.

    "Honey, please turn around first. I and Megumi will change clothes. Her body was shivering. Her health is still not perfect, "Aya ordered.

  I reluctantly obeyed her orders. My naughty mind hooked. Not every day I could see two beautiful girls changed their clothes in front of me.

    "Thank you, Sis." Megumi received a set of clothes from Aya. One set of hakama pants and red haori kimono. Hiki clan samurai clothes.

    I turned my body. The wide sea did not give a view except boredom. The boat swayed slightly due to the two girls' movements changing clothes.

    "If you still love your head, don't look back!" Megumi snapped.

    I smiled. My gaze was directed towards the unseen island of Oshima. Flickering smooth white body without a strand of naughty hooked. Without even turning, I still remember the curves of their bodies.

    “Now it's your turn to change clothes, "said Aya.

    "It's your turn to look back," I said.

    "Not! I want to see you, "said Megumi. 

    Aya laughed amused.

    I glared, staring at the two girls in front of me in disbelief. The two girls shocked their heads while laughing mischievously. My black shirt was soaking wet. Keep using it in cold weather to bite like this was the same as looking for disease. My face was red like a boiled crab. For the first time in my life, two girls saw my body naked. 

    I was reluctant to take off my pants and clothes until leaving the fabric cover only. The two young girls finally couldn't handle it. Both of them turned their gaze to the open sea as I took off the last cloth while giggling shyly. I felt like an entertaining dancer in front of these two young girls.

     Aya and I took turns pedaling. Megumi who was still in pain due to the wound on her waist that was slightly open just sat behind us. Dry meat, clean water, dry clothes, gave our hands full strength. When the sun was swallowed by the night, we were already far in the middle of the sea.

    Armed only with the hint of the stars in the sky and the direction of the wind, we headed south. Hakata port was our destination. With a small boat that floated around, we only hope that a large ship owned by a samurai or a trader was a mooring of hope while praying that the skull-flagged ship would not arrive. Our prayers have been answered. The bow of the Shoni samurai-flagged ship approached. 

    We shouted, jumping while waving. A faint cry from the boat answered. The ship approached. The stairs extended down. The samurai helped us get on the ship. When Megumi showed the Shogunate symbol of her necklace pendulum, all the samurai on the ship were on their knees.

    "Welcome aboard, Princess Adachi," said the captain of the ship.

    The captain was a medium-bodied samurai. His face was cold, typical of a squad leader who was willing to wade through the lake of fire for the command of the General.

    "How did you find us?" Megumi asked.

    I and Aya stood behind that noble girl. In front of us, a hundred samurai leaned their heads down.

    "At the direct command of General Shoni Kagesuke. For days we went around the ocean. Fortunately, God Hachiman still protects the princess. "

    "Thank you. We are tired. Let us rest."

    "Of course, princess." 

    The captain gave orders to his men, "Prepare food and clean clothes!"

    "Let us notify Mr. Shoni and Mr. Adachi of this happy news," the captain continued.

    Sounds like a request sentence, but it was an order from the ruler. Megumi nodded reluctantly. She looked like she still didn't want to go home.

    A lieutenant shoved an eagle, and stationery to the Captain. The ship's samurai wrote the notice, and put the paper in a small tube, then tied it to the eagle's feet. News birds fly through the night sky.

    Megumi walked gracefully. Behind her, Aya followed. Their plump body looked exhausted. Their black hair fluttered in the wind. Two beautiful girls have their place in one room. After a delicious dinner, those two girls rested comfortably. While my place was the deck of the ship according to my status.