Shikoku Chained Soldier Novels & Stories

The five guards approaching were dressed in the typical neo-Roman style. A chest plate that was a combination of leather and metal. A shirt that was long enough to form a kind of skirt. Long boots that laced up to the knee. Every soldier in Flatland wore some variation of this getup, from the very first ones we’d encountered in Probet, to the ones in the various cities we’d visited.

Bozo nodded to the commander, just as his squire handed him his helmet. “A question sir,” Chimba stammered, “I just want to know why? There are still kingdoms out there, waiting to bow down to your sovereignty. Why choose this cursed village? Why walk us into a diseased land? And all for what, for the Hawk? Another one of your subjects?” Bozo smiled and wore the helmet. It was made of silver but had been shaped like the face of a bull. Chimba’s sudden curiosity was beginning to get on his nerves, but he tried to swallow the man’s ignorance. He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later.

The muscular soldier behind Ishida grabbed him by the collar, lifted him above the ground, and put a gun to his head. “Hands up, or your friend dies!” Ishida made no hesitation to strike the soldier’s stomach with his brick. SMACK! What he thought would be a knockout blow, however, caused no harm, as the soldier’s stomach was as tough as iron, and the brick was shattered to pieces and crumbled out of Ishida’s hand.

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.

I turned pale when his erect manhood exposed in front of me. He smirked at my reaction. "Scared baby?" "I-it's freacking big," I commented. I'm not good at math but if I measure his weapon I can say it's almost 9inches. "I-it won't fit. I-I don't think my pearl can take it all," I continued. He's not just long, it's also fat. I don't know when I became a mathematician but I felt like he’s three fingers wide. He briefly laughed before slowly crawling over me. He kissed my neck then licked my chest, with that, the fire in my body started to flame again.

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?

The corners of his mouth turned up before he breathed out at me in a rusty voice: “Who am I, the Hikizuri wants to know? I'm nothing more than a fighter." How on earth did he know the Japanese term for my kimono? Presumably he also knew about Japan. Who else would wear such professional samurai armor? Apparently he was as serious about the masked ball as I was. My hand slowly went to his face. His pupils then dilated. I gently stroked his left cheek, whereupon he nestled very lightly in my hand.

“That’s right. I was about to offer you a piece of goodwill for always working very hard. I guess not. We can’t always have whatever we want, after all.” Although it looked like a regular sandwich with stale bread, the Shady Merchant could not help but swallow nervously. He chuckled nervously and quickly apologised for the teasing remark earlier. Sensing that he won the mind game, Zen smirked and gave the merchant the roasted pork sandwich. They ate together as Zen inspected the strange things the merchant sold. At the same time, he received the second part of the chain quest. “Why shields?” he asked. “They’re too small to be wielded by anyone apart from goblins. It’ll be better to make them

Behind him were two foreign soldiers with chains and whips dangling from their shoulders. “Is she the prisoner?” one asked. His face had a long scar that almost touched his chin, and he looked wicked. Not just wicked — evil. He looked like he spilled blood for a living. And if I thought that he was wicked-looking enough, the other soldier looked even more wicked.

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