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梶芽衣子　Meiko Kaji

“Al-ek-zan-der.” The Western name is strange to her, but it does ring a bell. She’s heard of this man and the crimes he’s committed, so much so that she would consider taking him on herself. He’d made a name for himself in her homeland. And if this boy wished him dead, surely he’d spread his terrible grasp further than she thought.

“We will talk of that when you are rested.” She responds, making their way into the nearby inn, walking past the owner of the establishment. She’d already paid for a few days. They went into a plain room with rather comfortable looking futon settled upon the floor. Guiding him down, she made sure to be as gentle as she could. “And when we find who did this to you.”

Those pirates had been a thorn in her side for much too long. How many men, women, and even children had she found hacked to pieces and robbed?

Too many for a quiet town full of good people.

“How many were there, boy?”

#soilbleeds

jamabushi

Japanese Swords

#biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch #those are sexxyyyyyy #; x weaponry x ;

twilightronin

Blind Woman’s Curse 1970

#; x lady of stone x ; { visage }#blood tw

She didn’t move him from her shoulder, not yet. He would be granted her rare kindness a little longer, at least until she could put him up somewhere for the night. He was in no condition to be alone right now.

And the cloth was lucky. But that was none of his business.

But the mention of black armor makes her thoughts go silent. There were only a handful of samurai in such armor, none of them up to any good as far as she knew. The worst of the worst, even. Supporting him against her as her arm looped under his arm, she began escorting him off the beach and toward the village. He was heavier than he looked. She supposed it was a good thing, given his current state.

“What is the name of the one you seek?”

#soilbleeds

moshindeiru-blog

#; x lady of stone x ; { visage }#ishi about to square the fuck up

@soilbleeds cont.

“That’s because it is everything we own.” She remarked, glancing back at him from over his shoulder. A tiny smile was given to her faithful student, a rarity.

“You know, I could find another apprentice. One that won’t bitch.”

#soilbleeds #crackish

The sight of his blood made a neatly shaven brow raise, having been unaware of its presence until now. Ishiyo reached within the folds of her kimono and retrieved a clean strip of cloth she often dressed her wounds with. Silent, she opens his tunic and quickly begins to tightly wrap the cloth around him several times. It was only after she finished that she looked back at him.

“What happened?”

She inquired flatly, annoyed with herself. A part of her wanted to stay out of it. Ishi had enough on her plate as it was with those damn pira--

Oh.

“Tell me. Now.”

#soilbleeds #ishi : boy start talking

seulrene

#; x lady of stone x ; { visage }#yES

mirkokosmos

^^

#; x ishi things x ;

mortisia

Onna-bugeisha

An onna-bugeisha (女武芸者) was a type of female warrior belonging to the Japanese nobility. Many wives, widows, daughters, and rebels answered the call of duty by engaging in battle, commonly alongside samurai men. They were members of the bushi (samurai) class in feudal Japan and were trained in the use of weapons to protect their household, family, and honour in times of war. They also represented a divergence from the traditional housewife role of the Japanese woman. They are sometimes referred to as female samurai. Significant icons such as Empress Jingu, Tomoe Gozen, Nakano Takeko, and Hōjō Masako are famous examples of onna bugeisha. Read More || Edit

#yesss

@soilbleeds

The salty air; a small comfort of any seaside resident, the open door to world’s beyond.

The salty air; the breath of the earth’s wet and ever-hungry maw that swallowed those who glided upon her mirrored lips.

And this day, she spat up a boy. Ishiyo’s unfeeling eyes searched the shore and the rocks cradling it, unsure if this was a trap. It wasn’t uncommon for the petty criminals to use bait to catch one off guard. Yet she advanced, the weight of her trinity of swords reassuring her that she was capable of cutting down whomever would try to attack. The sleeves of her kimono are ushered forth by the breeze, but in the sky, she could see a storm brewing. The rain would come down in buckets, and to leave him out in such weather would be cruel, even for the famously cold woman.

Great.

Standing over the young man, the samurai extended her leg, pushing him over onto his back with her foot.

“Are you alive, boy?”

#soilbleeds #*sweats*

baalignis

#; she rules her life like a bird in flight / AESTHETIC ;

ozu-teapot

Blind Woman’s Curse | Teruo Ishii | 1970

Meiko Kaji

#; visage ;

@soilbleeds

“You could be in the dark, captured. You may even lose your eyes.” Once his blindfold was back on, Ishiyo took another hard swing at his thigh. She wasn’t about to let his moaning get him pity.

“The enemy would show no mercy to the blind. But you’re welcome to die in the mud if it pleases.”

#soilbleeds

birthdeathexperience

#; visage ;#shes so pretty wtf

twilightronin

Female Prisoner #701: Scorpion (1972)

#; visage ;#blood tw

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