A/N: I shall breathe a sigh of relief, as a new chapter has come out…with an XXX Yuri scene. Do read and review, would you kindly?


{Play: "Afternoon of Konoha" by Toshiro Masuda, from "Naruto"}

[Konoha Ninja Academy, the next day]

Team assignments were up for the day as newly-minted genin talked amongst themselves quietly.

"I wonder what team I'm going to be in."

"I hope I don't get to join in with the Dead Last."

"Please, let it be Sasuke-kun…let it be Sasuke-kun…"

"Dead Last? Have you been living under a rock?"

"Yeah, can a Dead Last kill Mizuki-sensei?"

While the subjects varied, a major topic of their whispering was Uzumaki Naruto, and what they'd heard he did to Mizuki…of which, Setsuka inwardly felt the man deserved. Of the many ass-kissers she had to put up with, Mizuki's level of brown-nosing was by far the worst she had to deal with. He was one of the teachers that kept up the illusion of impartiality, with a small difference: the other teachers at least had the decency to be silently open about their hatred of Naruto, but Mizuki had the nerve to feign kindness. She knew from the look in his eyes that he had ill intentions for Naruto; she just didn't know when he would do whatever it was he planned to do to him. Had he gone on with his plan and she found out first, she would've killed him herself and saved Naruto the trouble.

No matter how much she tried, it tortured her to no end that she was forced to keep Naruto at arm's length even though her heart was practically begging her to drop the disguise and the lies. It felt like it would betray her any second now, shortening her tolerance for the screaming and cooing fan girls that surrounded them both, and threatening to make her reveal the truth with an explosive anger. In all honesty, Setsuka wanted nothing more than to pull him out of sight and into her arms, allowing all the pain of his past flow into her heart and her lips. If fate allowed it, she would even have his hot, sweaty and addicting love flooding her until the wedding bells rang and she could see their children running around.

Sadly, as much as she hated her father for his corrupt practices and sexist beliefs, he was right about one thing: duty must come first. After what Itachi (her real name being Itsuki) did, Setsuka felt obligated to avenge the clan; if only for certain members of her kinsmen. According to the bastard's journal, the entire clan was in on her and Itachi's secret identities, and Fūgaku made them swear on pain of death to never reveal the secret. Only a handful of clansmen that included Shīsui-nii and their mother accepted them in and out of the disguise enough that they were allowed to walk around them as girls. Those clan members were also the same people that were sincerely nice to Naruto whenever he ran into the district to hide after a particularly funny prank.

Duty aside, she also reminded herself that she did it for Naruto's safety. She wasn't kidding around when she told Hinata that she feared he would be used to hurt her. Setsuka had been gradually nursing a crush on him ever since the day he ran to the Uchiha District to hide after stealing all the Hyūga men's clothes and replacing them with women's clothes a couple of years or so before everything went to hell. She found herself thinking of him quite often, once in a while leaving the district in her true form to join him on some of his more elaborate pranks. Whether he forgot to do so or he just didn't care, Naruto never once asked for her name. In hindsight it was better this way; she had no idea if, much less how much Itachi knew, but she wasn't taking any chances. The day she killed her sister would be the day she would come out in the open for Naruto, and fix whatever damage her inaction had caused; however long it took.

She also knew that driving him too far away would make the damage irreparable, which was why her relationship with Naruto was getting better. Now their rivalry had taken on a slightly friendlier tone after Setsuka started acknowledging him as a worthy opponent. With all the ass-kissers dead, and pretty much punished for their actions against Naruto, she was allowed to be a bit more open. As much as she appreciated Hinata's work in pulling them closer together, she still needed to keep him him at a far-enough distance away that Itsuki couldn't use him.

Whatever thoughts were running through Setsuka's mind were cut short as soon as Iruka walked into the room with a neck cast. It was no surprise that the teacher was on the short end of the stick as he was beaten up by Mizuki, only to be saved by Naruto using that strange kekkei genkai of his to kill the traitor. She knew from her spying that it enabled him to make weapons out of bone, muscle, and crystal from his own body. Something about it also allowed him to be an instant master with whatever weapon he happened to lay hands on. In close-quarters to hand-to-hand combat, fighting him will likely be suicide. Maybe I'll ask him about it if we get together in teams.

"Congratulations everyone on your graduation." Iruka began, bringing the microphone closer to his mouth, "The world is a vast place, and as shinobi and kunoichi, you may have opportunities to see it. Out there, your best bet to survival will be in how well you learn, so pay attention to your new sensei, and do your best to survive. Now then, here's how this is going to work: I'm going to call out three names, and then assign you your team number. Now let's see here…"

He drawled on while looking through his list, causing everyone's hearts to race. Sasuke fan girls hoped to whatever god was listening that they would be put on Setsuka's team. Meanwhile, a good number of the student body wanted to join Naruto for being the only student so far that could possibly show up the Rookie of the Year. It was a divided opinion, but she knew that the two of them were, the most popular kids in class bar none.

Team One was made up of Ami and her cronies. Setsuka never really did like her, considering that the civilian fan girl was a weakling and a bully. She was also among the few children that were needlessly mean to Naruto, even after he was empowered by his new kekkei genkai. Contrary to what Ami thought, Naruto did not strike back at her so much out of weakness as much as he did because he obviously saw her as beneath him. He may have considered himself above pranking someone as lowly as her, but Setsuka did not; and she made sure that Ami always paid for her bullying ways whether or not she did it to Naruto.

The next five teams were a mish-mash of civilian and shinobi-born students that were lucky and or skilled enough to graduate. Setsuka had her doubts as to whether or not they would survive in the real world, but she would have to wait and see. She was not so arrogant as to believe that every one of them would live to tell their stories.

"Haruno Sakura," began Iruka, catching said girl's attention. Setsuka looked at the Haruno-girl's expression as she looked between Naruto and herself. After Naruto dressed her and Ino down, the two of them had worked hard to try and repair their friendship with him. The fact that he refused to talk to them for a while had made their efforts even more desperate, as they knew they were in the wrong. As such, neither of them wanted to be on Naruto's team; the guilt-bug was still eating away at them like an insect colony rejecting its Aburame host.

"Uzumaki Naruto," continued Iruka, earning a look of guilt on on Sakura's face. Naruto on the other hand, did not seem concerned.

"And Uchiha Sasuke. You are all Team Seven." Setsuka did not really like that prospect, but at the same time she was overjoyed. She was hoping that she would at least get to be on Naruto's team, although hopefully without the Haruno's interference. Well, that was one wish granted.

"Inuzuka Kiba and Kira, Aburame Shino, and Hyūga Hinata, you are all Team Eight." This was different; shinobi teams were generally made up of three genin and a jōnin sensei. As far as she knew, a superb tracking team was being constructed. One Inuzuka in the team was already a good head start; having two Inuzuka, both of whom are twins made the team even deadlier considering that both Kiba and Kira were practically one person. Setsuka knew her friend Hinata had very good vision (and developing assets) considering her Hyūga lineage…although she could see her disappointment that she was not on Naruto's team. Shino, Setsuka did not know enough about to form a conclusion, considering he (maybe she?) never said a word, but the body language was enough to convey his, or her, thoughts…all that aside, the Kikaichu bugs of the Aburame Clan would serve as perfect scouts.

"Team Nine is still in circulation, so Nara Shika, Yamanaka Ino, and Akimichi Chōji, you're Team Ten."

"What?!" screamed Ino, "You mean to tell me that I'm paired up with the hard-ass bitch, and Chōji?"

"You can take it up with the Hokage if you're not pleased." Iruka challenged, almost daring Ino to follow through on it, "He was the one who set up the teams." Yet another generation of the Ino-Shika-Cho trio, and Setsuka could see why it was so. The team configuration was so effective that capturing fugitives and defensive work, especially when working in tandem with a Tracker team. The problem with that was that the team would be over-specialized and predictable…she would have to wait and see how they would fare.

"All right then, that's it for the team assignments. You will all wait here for your team sensei to come pick you up."


[Somewhere in Astral Chaos]

The rhythmic sound of metal scraping along a stone was heard over the crackle of a nearby campfire as a woman sharpened the fishlike blade of her kopis. Digging into the ground near her were a dory, an aspis, and several javelins. The woman herself wore boiled leather greaves and gauntlets, and a linothorax that hugged her muscular curves over a tunic that covered her modesty. A bronze Corinthian helmet was settled down next to her, the plumage at the top indicating her rank as a commander.

A brief buzzing sound was heard from behind. The woman's reflexes jumped into overdrive, the blade of the kopis sailing in the air as she attempted to decapitate the person she knew appeared behind her. A hand suddenly caught her sword-hand by the wrist. "Impressive, your sword skills have not dulled," intruder praised, the voice revealing itself to be a very-naked woman she knew all too well.

Extricating her hand away from the intruder, the woman went back to work sharpening her sword. There was no point in fighting the intruder, given her power. "What do you want, Kurama?"

Kurama smirked behind her. "Oh just a bit of company…it does get lonesome up in the tower and all, Alecto."

"If you have an itch to scratch, then why don't you do it with the avatars?" snipped Alecto, still sharpening her sword.

"Elysium's too much of a prude, and Inferno…well, even I wouldn't be stupid enough to bed him."

Alecto scoffed. "I would imagine."

As though in response to her words, Alecto paused as soon as she felt a hand sneaking into her linothorax and under the tunic to grab her breast, while the other came in under the tassels of the linen armor to stroke her well-muscled thigh. She tried to resist the wave of pleasure that came from Kurama massaging her breast while stroking her leg at the same time. The movements alone reminded her that she'd not had any release since she was sent back to Astral Chaos upon her second death at the hands of the Rabbit-Goddess. Her resistance was reaching its peak as Kurama started kissing the nape of her neck.

"Besides," continued Kurama, pausing in her attempt to seduce Alecto, "Neither of those two would know enough about pleasure of the flesh to service me correctly; and none of the men in your camp can satisfy me. And then I thought, you and I both haven't had any release for a long time now. True, I might have wanted to feel your last king taking me hard in bed like the man I know he was; but I figured 'might as well do us both a favor, and release all the tension.' Well, more so for you than for me, considering how much you loved the king you failed to avenge."

"I have conditions," said Alecto, as Kurama continued her ministrations.

"Oh really?" asked Kurama, looking at Alecto. She was almost challenging her to say more.

"Nothing that you haven't heard before. As long as Naruto remains a threat to your rule, you're nothing more than a regent," continued Alecto, not deterred in the slightest by Kurama's glare, "And because you in turn are a threat to his future rule, my last king's requirements for succession are clear. Until you defeat Naruto in honorable combat for the throne, you are no less a servant than I am. In other words, you can bed me all you like…just don't go calling yourself my master until you've earned that privilege."

Kurama hated being reminded of that, but she was horny as hell. "So you want us to be equals in bed, eh? Normally, I would kill you for that mouth; but to tell you the truth, I really like that kind of sass. I think it'll be a challenge to make you mine. I'll agree to your condition."

{Play: "Drift" by Blake Perlman, from "Pacific Rim"}

There were a few tense seconds of silence before Alecto broke out of Kurama's hold. Her slap across the cheek had thrown the fox-woman to the ground. The look she had in her eyes had spoken volumes of her desire as she cracked her knuckles. "Prepare for the Themyscira Massage."

Kurama smiled fiercely as she nursed her cheek, looking upwards to see Alecto slowly taking off her gauntlets. "Actually, this kind of service ain't half-bad. Is this how you Amazons do it in Themyscira?"

"Nah! I reserve this treatment for women I don't like so much." she answered, turning around to take off her greaves and swat Kurama's hand away from her bouncing ass. She then turned to face Kurama, allowing her hands to creep up to the straps of her linothorax, "I remember teaching Amazon-style Pankration and the Themyscira Massage to that girl during Algol's reign…last I heard, she was so inspired by my stories about life in Themyscira that she wanted to start a place where women hold more power over men. Perhaps even be an equal to the Hero-King himself. I think her name was Nadeshiko…yeah, her name was definitely Yamato Nadeshiko."

"You taught the founder of that island?" Kurama asked in surprise. "Those girls gave me the best nights of my life!"

Alecto answered with an elbow-drop on Kurama's abdominals shortly after she danced her linothorax off. "Who said you could talk? Besides, now's the time for the pleasure…" She then allowed her tunic to drop to reveal her strong, olive-tanned body still in its prime. As she began to lie down beside Kurama, she then slapped her across the face yet again.

"Oh come on baby, we both know you can hit harder!" goaded Kurama, before Alecto forcefully pulled her head into a very fearsome kiss with one hand. Feeling her pain being dulled by shock, Kurama returned the kiss with equal ferocity with one hand locking their faces together to allow their tongues to dance in their mouths as Alecto's other hand massaged her breast. One thigh was placed over Kurama's, sliding up and down while Kurama's free hand was gripping tightly onto Alecto's ass.

After a few minutes of a flesh-melting kissing session, Alecto broke the kiss and started moving downwards to nuzzle Kurama's neck, while the arm used to hold their faces together moved through the valley between the fox-woman's breasts, paused briefly to give her abdominals a few strokes, before reaching down to hook into her pussy suddenly. Kurama's moans were even more pleasured as Alecto's kiss, and stimulation of her clit caused her to reach a high she hadn't reached so far in a long while. It didn't help that Alecto was moaning into her throat as Kurama's hand finally found itself on Alecto's breast. Both knew that this was mere lust, but it was the sort of contact they needed to release all their tension for the moment, lest they be driven insane by a lack of sex.

"Do it more, Amazon! Service your future queen some more!"

Alecto broke from her kiss to bite Kurama in the neck. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff! Show this bad girl how you Themyscira girls give the naughty people a massage!"

"Your wish is my command, slutty queen." Alecto growled, punching Kurama in the stomach before sucking hard on her breast to the point of nearly biting her over the areola. Her tongue then began tickling the nipple while her head massaged the fox-woman's entire breast. Normally Themyscira-style sex would normally require a gentler touch for women, but Kurama had the audacity to name herself future queen, which added more fuel to the fire for Alecto's treatment of her. Not that the fox-woman cared, she liked being on Alecto's bad side enough that she enjoyed being abused by her prior to and during sex.

As Alecto's movements got faster, so too did Kurama's. Both were determined to make the other come first, until their eventual highs had come to a standstill. The race was so close that all it took was for one of them to come for the other to follow. Their race had come to a sudden halt the second they heard a loud "AAAAAAH!" emanating nearby behind Alecto's tent, causing them both to cum at the same time.

Alecto and Kurama both stood up, and investigated; it was a fair-skinned girl in her early twenties with red hair lying down and panting against a rock. She was a good deal shorter than the two of them, and had softer features; but it was clear she was a fighter from the subtle bulge of muscles under her pale skin. She was also naked with a slimy trail coming out from between her legs, her sword and shield nearby, along with her fur-lined armor, and bearded axe. "Well, well, well," Alecto teased, knowing exactly who this girl was, "If it isn't Astrid Sigurdsdottir. Enjoy the view?"

"A-A-Alecto-sama!" said Astrid, her knees knocking together from fear upon seeing Alecto, "I came here to ask you for advice, and wound up seeing you and the regent."

Kurama and Alecto briefly looked at each other, wondering what to do with the peeping girl. "Eh, more the merrier I say."


{Play: "Kakashi's Theme" by Toshiro Masuda, from "Naruto"}

[Konoha Ninja Academy, three hours later]

Naruto stood from his spot, filling the air with dull thuds as he brought in a target board from outside an hour ago to throw kunai and shuriken at. Thankfully, he used regular knives this time; not only did it hurt him to do what he did on the final exams, but Sasuke and Sakura practically winced every time he did it. Everyone took turns at throwing at the target at a good enough distance away, with Naruto and Sasuke having tighter groupings, while Sakura threw her kunai and shuriken at various parts of the target.

As soon as the door opened, the jōnin took one step into the room only for a quick snap to be heard. He was then dragged along the floor by the ankle and then hung upside down in front of the target board. If one could listen closely, they would hear the sound of drums rolling as Naruto held three kunai in each hand, which were then thrown at him quickly; three of them stabbed into the area near the shinobi's left side, then the right, before Naruto followed through with two shuriken near his neck, and finishing off with a large kunai dangerously close to his crotch.

The jōnin disappeared in a puff of smoke, revealing himself to be a log that was replaced at the last minute. He then walked in from the open door, allowing the genin to have a better look at him. He was a sleepy-eyed man in his twenties wearing the standard green flak jacket of the Konoha jōnin. A hitai-ate was worn over his right eye to hold up his broom-like silver hair while serving as an eyepatch. The lower half of his face was covered in a skin-tight mask, and much of his outfit under the flak jacket was dark blue. "Let's see now," he said, rubbing his chin in thought, "My first impression of you three is…that you all belong in a circus."

Whatever maledictions Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke had for the jōnin were cut off when he spoke next. "I'll see you three on the roof."

They never got a chance to say anything back, as the jōnin had vanished in another puff of smoke. There was no other option but to go to the roof.


[Konoha Ninja Academy Roof, five minutes later]

Seated on the edge of the roof was the jōnin. He looked at all three genin with a sleepy eye, trying to get a figure for them all. "All right then, why don't we start off with introductions," he finally said, "we tell each other our names, our dreams, and hobbies. Likes and dislikes would help as well."

"Uh, why don't we start with you?" Sakura asked, almost nervous enough to speak with the man.

"Okay then," said the jōnin, his one eye doing all the smiling for him. "My name is Hatake Kakashi. My likes…I have plenty. My dislikes…I won't say. My hobbies are none of your business. As to dreams, I don't have any."

The thought shared by all three genin was: All we learned was his name.

Kakashi's gaze had shot towards Sakura, pinning her down like a snake hypnotizing a mouse. "Well now, since you had the guts to ask up, why don't we start with you, Pinkie?"

Deciding to work up the courage to answer, Sakura began. "My name is Haruno Sakura. I like sweet things, and dislike spicy things. My hobbies include trivia games and looking into medical books. My dream…" as she trailed on, she had a confused look on her face. She gathered her thoughts, and began to continue. "is to settle down with a certain someone, and prove to Naruto that I'm sorry for treating him badly."

Well, she's a fan-girl, but she's also an atoner. Thought Kakashi, thinking about her answer. "Next up is the emo."

"My name is Uchiha Sasuke; I don't have a lot of likes, and plenty of dislikes." began Sasuke, nonchalantly. "I don't have any hobbies. I don't have a dream, but an ambition to kill a certain man. After that, I don't know."

Kakashi sighed in exasperation to Naruto. I guess he still wants to kill Itachi…but still, he could at least have some semblance of what he wants to do afterwards. He then turned his attention to Naruto. "You there, circus-boy! You're up!"

"The name's Uzumaki Naruto. I like ramen and training. I dislike the time it takes to make ramen, and people that look down on me. Hobbies, I like gardening a lot, as well as training. I used to dream about being the best Hokage in the world; but now I have an ambition to become king of Hi no Kuni, if not the world."

King, huh? Kakashi thought to himself, That's a pretty big ambition. I wonder how well you'll be able to manage the political affairs of Hi no Kuni, never mind the world. "All right then. I have graduation test for the three of you, so come tomorrow morning."

Sakura raised her eyebrow in confusion. "But Kakashi-sensei, I thought we already passed the graduation exam."

The sinister laugh that Kakashi let out made it clear what he thought of the question. "That exam was to see which of you could become genin." he responded, his laughter slowing to a halt. "The test that I'm going issue to the three of you is to see which of you is worthy of becoming genin. And in all honesty, you have a 70% chance of failure with me as a teacher."

"You don't have the right to say that," said Naruto, a defiant look in his eyes as he stared back into Kakashi's functional eye. "I mean, sure, there are students who will fuck up and not become genin. But you can't just predict that we will be part of your little statistic."

"Well if you're so sure you're worthy of being a genin, then why don't you take the test tomorrow morning to find out?" Kakashi challenged, grinning fiercely under his mask.

"Oh I'll be there." Naruto replied, not taking his gaze away from Kakashi, "I'll show you that we all deserve to be a team."

Kakashi's expression seemed amused by Naruto's acceptance of his challenge. "Very well then, since you're so committed, meet me over at Training Ground 7 at 7:30 in the morning," he said, turning to leave, "And by the way, I wouldn't bother with breakfast: you'll just throw it up."

There was a loud 'whoosh' as Kakashi shunshined away. "I'll meet you two there tomorrow." said Sasuke, leaping off the edge of the roof and into a nearby cart of straw. He then rolled out of the cart, disappearing into the populace.

"I've got to get home," said Sakura, with an apologetic look on her face. "I'll talk to you later."

Naruto nodded in understanding as Sakura went down the stairs. They were advised not to have breakfast, but they still needed rest. Before he could leave, he saw a paper airplane sailing in front of his face. Naruto caught the paper construct with one hand and unfurled it. It was a map to the Konoha Art Gallery; a place that he was never really allowed in, due to the people managing the place kicking him out whenever he tried to go in to see the pictures. There was a small mouse waiting at the reception area, shaking its whiskers as it looked back up at him.


{Play: "Canyons 2" by Tecmo, from "Yaiba: Ninja Gaiden Z"}

[Somewhere in the Uchiha District]

Setsuka pulled a box out of a brick compartment she'd kept hidden from the public eye. It was easy to do, considering that this secret compartment was in her own house. As she opened the box, she inspected the contents. It was a red-lacquered cane with parts that would allow it to be disguised as a parasol. She then gave one end of the cane a tug, revealing it to be a iai-blade shikomizue with a straight, single-edged blade. The length of the blade was halfway between a katana and a wakizashi for a fast draw, and durable enough for a sustained fight. It was her mother's blade, a versatile weapon that was useful in assassinations and general combat. "Tsukihime Shiranui, it's time for you to serve a new master."

As she searched through the box, and Setsuka found a large whetstone and maintenance toolkit that she hid with it. She walked to the kitchen, with the shikomizue in hand to maintain the blade. It needed to be sharpened for tomorrow's test.


{Play: "Fate to Zero" by Yuki Kajiura, from "Fate/Zero"}

[Konoha Art Gallery, half an hour later]

The Konoha Art Gallery never let Naruto in before, and so it was more than suspicious that the receptionist allowed him in this time. Granted, it looked to be a new person manning the booth, but according to the Hokage, almost everybody hated his guts for the fox in them. Yes, this was more than suspicious.

Approaching footsteps could be heard nearby, causing the mouse to jump out of the map, leading his eyes towards the person approaching him and disappearing into a scroll in their hand. It was a very androgynous person around his age with milky skin, raven hair in a bowl cut, and wearing skin-tight black clothes with a bared midriff. The hitai-ate this person wore had a red cloth, but the crest marked them as a Konoha shinobi. A permanent grin was plastered on the person's face, one that disturbed him to no end. "Uzumaki Naruto," said the person, the voice revealing itself to be female, as she bowed. "My master bids you welcome…dickless."

"Your master seems a little friendly to me," said Naruto, doing his best not to punch the girl in the mouth. "Why is he going so far as to invite me into a place that's never welcomed me?"

"He just wishes to have a little chat with you. Preferably in a place he is most comfortable in, dickless."

"How do I know he won't take advantage of the chance to kill me here and now?"

The girl chuckled lightly. "You don't," she finally said, still smiling, "Besides, if my master wanted you dead, he'd have killed you already…you dickless bastard."

"Okay, first off…I'd watch your mouth, or else the person you say that to is going to beat you up," warned Naruto, "Secondly, show me the way."

As he was led through the gallery, Naruto could not help but be amazed at the works of art being displayed. Exquisite clay pots, jade sculptures of guardian lions, even golden lacquerware with elegant mother-of-pearl inlays. All in all, there were so many wonders that he had to ask himself why he hadn't snuck into the gallery sooner.

Before he knew it, Naruto found himself in a section of the gallery dedicated to sumi-e scrolls. So many masterpieces, all of them wonderfully-done, that he could not choose a favorite among them. As he scanned the area, he found something that immediately caught his eye. An old man sat on a bench, admiring a painting of pond shrimp crawling around under lily pads for food. He was surrounded by four masked shinobi hanging upside-down from the ceiling. The girl nodded, beckoning him to go sit with the old man. Seeing no other alternatives, Naruto walked up and saw the old man scoot over, offering him a seat.

Settling himself down next to the old man, Naruto began to have a look at the painting. "I've heard pray tell that you wanted to see me. So, what do you want to talk to me about?"


A/N: And we end with a cliffhanger [cue evil laughter]. I wonder…who is Naruto going to speak with? And how will the talks go? Stay tuned…

Also, on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the hottest so far, how would you rate the hotness of the scene with Alecto?


Vocabulary:

Kopis─this is the Ancient Greek version of the khukri, only it's a sword instead of a knife.

Dory─this is the Greek spear; too long and heavy to be thrown, but it is the main melee weapon of the Greek Hoplite.

Aspis─this is the Greek shield, it's a circular shield about three feet in diameter.

Linothorax─this is the Greek linen armor; it's light, cheap, and can take a lot of punishment from arrows.

Themyscira─the homeland of the Amazons, supposedly located in modern-day Terme, Turkey.

Tsukihime Shiranui─The name Setsuka's shikomizue is written as "月姫 不知火", and it means "Moon Princess, Phosphorescent Light".


Styles used:

None yet…


Cameos/References

Astrid Sigurdsdottir─Astrid is a Nordic girl's name, fitting considering this girl is a Viking Shield Maiden. Vikings are usually surnamed after their parents, but eventually they get their own surnames as titles. An example of this is that before a certain Viking became Bjorn Ironside, he was first Bjorn Ragnarsson, because his father was Ragnar Lodbrok. Same case applies for Leif Eriksson, as his father was Erik the Red. In this case, Astrid Sigurdsdottir means "Astrid, daughter of Sigurd."