The wandering ronin groans to herself, having located the suspect she was told to reap. Why her goal was to kill such a noble is a mystery, especially to those that are to be involved. However, much to her luck, the one she searched for approaches. This is the part where you find the ronin across from you. Beside you, stands your maid.

Baiken doesn't waver. She stands before with intent in her eye, knowing full well this situation is life or death... Yet, you don't seem willing to fight back. It puzzles her, before noticing the woman standing next to you and the look in her eyes. She's worried, yet Baiken can tell from her eyes alone that they are dulled from so much bloodshed that she's the actual threat, not you.

"Master... Would you please turn away...?"

Iroha hums softly to you, promising to keep you safe as she has many times before. You saved her life and now she willingly puts hers on the line to save yours. That is the relationship you two have built, the genuine trust and bond that ties her so closesly together to you. This strange, otherworldly ronin is taken aback by the strong stance the plump woman takes on, even standing on a single leg. Armed with her butterfly blades, Iroha stands with absolutely no openings. Both women have seen death, yet it's the decidant maid who proves to be a more visceral, animalistic huntress that does not treat battle like a game. She treats it the way most animals would: Survival. Sharp blades clash various times each with a loud clang, yet you promised not to watch. All you can hear is the fighting between the two women who may have seen eye-to-eye in some other scenario. You begin to feel sorry for the ronin who crossed your maid, especially when disarmed of her sword. No amount of tatami mats can save her now...

The silhouette of a large crane dominates the ground before you, portrayed by the sun from behind. No matter what you do, you promise Iroha you wouldn't watch her fight. You trust your beloved maid to protect you at all costs, just as she's said. The crane comes down on the nearly defeated ronin, in utter disbelief with what she's seeing before finally the darkness takes over. After such a bloody fight of blades and glory, it's settled with you looking back to your sweet, elegant servant sporting a full stomach and hardly balancing on her foot as gracefully as she usually would. Many feathers blow through the wind away from the engorged maid, satisfied with the outcome.

Iroha chirps, carefully setting her injured leg to the ground to waddle her way back to her master before attempting to bow. Given she's stopped by the heavy ronin within her stomach, she gives up the attempt and instead accepts the pats to her head you give for doing such a good job protecting you. Helping her back up, Iroha seems unstable with her injured leg and the heavy ronin stewing and thrashing within her guts. "Master...?" she asks loningly, as you wrap her arm around yours to help her remain stable balance and return to walking home... leaving behind a sword and chain contraption.

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