>>6075128Your eyes open both weary and tired. You have complete mastery of the elements, the boon She gave you so that you could get back against all the bullies in this world! You swore no one will ever hold you down again! But before you, down the sight of your iron, is yet another Goddess. You thought the silver-haired beauty was your perfect woman before, but that was before her. Skin as smooth as porcelain, sultry eyes, a youthful physique, and some very nice- ahem- parts. Your new fantasy lifestyle is about to let you score, this place is just awesome!
Oh, how it breaks your delicate heart to fire at such a beauty, perhaps you could..? Yes, you’ll shoot to wound this woman of Nihon, a woman led astray from her people to work with these fools of the new world. You’ll save her once this is all done, you’ll fix her, free her of whatever lies the Inquisition has filled her head with. The other did call you a Stranger, after all, an ignorant word to describe what you are, they must at least work with that decrepit organization. But you’ll lead her right, and you’re certain she’ll be thankful for your help. Maybe she’ll even- s-she’ll even-
Your pistol fires, and you wince as it leaves a mark on the woman's pristine thigh. You swear you’ll find a way to repair it someday! But with all the glares, the beams of light that work to cover her artistically beautiful nude form it’s so hard to aim. You wince as another of those shards of light grazes you, but you’ll endure anything you must to have a chance at-! Ahem, to be able to romance and save this beauty. There’s no way she wouldn’t fall for you, you’re strong now! Unlike before, there’s no way that you’d be rejected now the bullies can’t- Wait where did your blemish go? Her plump and pure thigh is unmarked, did she heal-? No, it’s still here but there’s two- three- four?
You can feel something warm dribble from your nose and onto your lip as you see so many Japanese Goddesses before you. Your brain goes into overdrive competing with another important part of your body farther down for their share of blood, and momentarily- or maybe for a bit longer- your concentration drops on the elements. The whirlwind you conjure, the storm in your control, resides for a moment as you appreciate the women in front of you before your brain wins out and you realize the cause of this. The Illusionist! That damn whore! She’s trying to distract-
You hear a loud crunch as a mace impacts flesh and feel a brief pain at the back of the head, and then you feel no more.
