Day Seven

Over. Finally over.
Carriage comes tomorrow. Refuse to ride with anyone except perhaps Battousai. Have come to regard Battousai as least offensive. Has never bothered me. Only stares at Ahou in lecherous manners. Ahou too stupid for my nerves. Also eats in fairly disgusting fashions. Kamiya girl too oblivious, not to mention dangerous and a bad cook. Sly kitsune woman too much of a lesbian. Small monkey child object of my unwavering hate.
Would truly enjoy riding alone.
Am looking forward to decent food. And lack of... company.
Murderous needs not subsiding. Truly wonder how Battousai lives. Perhaps has some sort of condition. Would explain obsession with sewing. And decorating. Or is just extremely gay. Would not be surprised by either. Am rather amused by his closeted existence.
Ahou obviously flaming. Has womanly eyelashes. But has only void where ass should be. Must be seme.
Kamiya girl should never reproduce. Am still terrified of her unholy powers. Would not touch her with pointy end of katana. Is no wonder she never gets any.
Sly kitsune woman willing to hit on anything that moves. Would not trust her with drugs. Is not as frightening as Kamiya girl. More annoying. Shrill. Loud. Bounces chest incessantly.
Small monkey child will die a horrible death. Will laugh. Will dance on grave.
Next target- weasel girl. Fear the Mibu no Ookami, weasel girl. He is coming for you. Will dance on your grave as well. And sing loud drinking songs as he slakes his thirst with your sweet blood. All your fault, weasel girl.