Authors Note:
This author has confession to make, I'm guilty… guilty of writing this absurd sentence.
Now out of the randomness to catch your attention. I have few things to address… and possibly more random subjects.
1) This very chapter your about to read may seem forced but it make sense 100% -in setting of course.
2) Old Boy the Korean adaptation is 100 time better and developed than the American adaptation which it lacked of that damn fucking un-rushed fight scene plus that hellish of an ironic ending. Though the Vengeance Trilogy, a series of three movies of situation which ends in an emotional outrage when learning a truth that isn't simple to bear with plain face and good actions.
3) This story seems to need a chapter focuses on the setting rather than the story, since I don't feel it solid like the floor I'm standing on the second floor. Also is way to disappoint you by not posting a story chapter XD.
4) Another thing is that English is not my mother tongue so there is possibility of many grammatical errors which I might have slipped me with many nouns in its way- I have my excuse ready, a lie, saying it was deliberately written-so please point them out. So fill the holes with every word I come with.
5) I imagine Guts speaking with a cockney accent.
Now let me answer some reviews:
Phantom Dark-Knight: Thanks for the review, as for the monsters are nice suggestion.
Hellhound: Regardless if Guts is scare the hell out of her she will not submit, she might respect his strength, but, shall not submit since isn't part of her nature. She would see Guts with a light of respect, but never submit possibly bend. Also Guts doesn't seem to like a woman weak of character or will.
Salamander: I see that possibility but take into account that there are no males to battle before screwing, so she would seek instead battle worthy monster girl opponent and kill them if they were worth her time-ignite her tail along battle-lust turned bloodlust. However if they didn't ignite her desire then she would be merciful-in the cruelest way- an insult to a warrior, making them live in shame "Beggars can't be choosers".
Jinko: This one I admit at first never read her profile, but since I liked her aesthetics I put her on the poll.
Centaur: She will be a great aid to Guts. But let see first how they interact.
Kunoichi: Another one that I put on the poll due to their aesthetics.
Dark Valkyrie: I have possible plans for this one and her counterpart.
Cursed Sword: Obtain two assets at the price of one, since they are two the host and the sword.
Ryuu: I see what I can think of for this one. I see possible events.
Witch: This is not the teacher, but it will be Guts physician. Also I said they are limited to use magic due to their body changes and extinction of humans, and only use it as last resort.
Cu Sith: I like that actions would be too convenient since the Dog never was loyal to its master only when they both agreed. Yet it will bend and wait for the moment to kill Guts.
Alexkehling:
I like making things complicated because I hate to put the main characters being in hell a lot convenient circumstances. A necessary evil to keep me amused. If I were to put him in a world where the monster girl focused only on sex and priority was search for a husband I would lose the amusement of writing this because there would be no point.
So I just remove those damn humans from existence, extinguishing them like the plague they are. And make these bitches start thinking outside of that hateful bubble of mating season, and create fucking society.
Guts without his equipment he isn't as deadly as usual, but still he is what I consider a killing machine to the core, his strength, reflexes, pain tolerance, agility and stamina are near superhuman. Plus being in the interstice makes him possible to skip some laws of physics such as the rebound after firing his canon arm which force should break/tear bones and muscle, falling from high places yet not dying only a few broken bones.
Umbra Draconem:
I am not too worried about them, because they don't follow every pattern of conduct from the source info they are based. "If you want peace, prepare for war." So they are not exactly defenseless or stupid like the source material. Yet some of it still lingers.
Mr Beaver Buttington:
I think I said it many times over, that my mother tongue isn't English. Yet thanks for pointing this out. I will start to repost some of the chapters edited to look a bit more descent or more indecent.
Warning: It didn't take too long too for this story to ascend from T to M thanks to this chapter I recently cooked with all my devotion to the character of Guts, which contains graphic material enough to be worthy of this Rate.
edited by Munga wa Vita on 8/3/2016
The Foreign Languages of Indecent Proposals pt2
Inside Gut's skull
Floating face up on the dark water surface, looking…
Looking at a painted crimson sky…
Where there are No clouds, No Stars, No Sun…
Nothing, but...
Just a hollow in the sky with a round frame of fire surrounding it…
Where a bright yellow sun should have been once…
Now pose a dark black sun, an eclipse...
The liquid was thicker than water thicker than mud…
It had warmth that increased as its metallic taste flooded over his senses…
He was feeling... seeing that the sky was getting closer…
The closer he got the more he came to know that he was not alone…
An Ominous presence lurking underneath the thick liquid… beneath him…
The more it reached the sky the more it the presence neared…
Alas piercing the black orb in sky …
The wetness was exchanged with dryness…
His body is now lying on white sand…
Under a bright burning yellow sun…
But he wasn't alone, no…
The ominousness was curling itself…
Gripping, tighter and tighter, around his body...
A hissing venomous snake …
Biting with his fangs piercing his skin and applying pressure…
Burning every nerve in his body and enhancing every sense allowing…
The incomprehensible pain of its venom flow through his nerves…
Tensing his limbs enough to react…
And stir him wake and sound from this hallucination.
Reality
Now awakening with a lingering pain that ache slightly through his body, which felt like he been bitten by a bug, how he did deal with it, one may ask? Well he did what was reasonable to him, ignore it.
What kept bugging him though, was his headache, which was something that wasn't easy to ignore. Because it felt like his head being split in two by a fucking smack of club and then seeing it from other person point of view… yet still alive.
'Guess I scared the hell out of the reaper if I'm still alive, or I am in that reserved spot in hell which I earned while still alive and don't know it.' Though sarcastically.
Due to recent events that have occurred, he thought that there was a reserved spot for him in hell.
After so many blasphemous acts against "god", or the thing was called-he never ask, because he didn't care- the Idea of Evil.
One such blasphemy would have been killing and maiming his children his dear-hateful- apostles and crippling him of the entire HAND (the godhand).
He would expect that in hell, he would be rewarded with a dreadful corner, that was specially reserved for him, a place reserved only for those who commit those deeds-which ironically he might be the only tenant inside it. That meant no one was going to be there to disturb the hateful peace.
Look at it from his point of view: being a bastard, that carries an even more bastardize version of a bastard sword, killing more bastardize bastards and demons on bastardize daily basis.
But Guts being who he is wouldn't be surprised to say that he's a bastard, felt very proud of his endeavor, and without mentioning that he actually killed five bastardize angels and right hand to a bastard god, that he also killed.
So what did he expect if he ended up in hell? Well he expected that the punishment would be more bastardized, yet effective. And that without mentioning a bastardize torturer.
All turned up to be at the end into an irony.
These were his initial thoughts, as they were washed away with relief of being alive beneath a bit of sarcasm. While feeling good about it... yes, too good, in fact he couldn't recall he'd ever felt this damn fuckin good.
Steering his limbs to their limit, unrestrained he heard the pops, snaps and clicks of bones and muscles made, he could feel his bare skin touching the slim, hard, wide surface in which he was lying on. A floor-possibly he was in that bastardize spot in hell without knowing it.
Though he lived through a daily basis of paranoia, while steering, his overactive senses failed to notice. He felt something else, something that was amiss or it shouldn't be there… something was on top of his chest.
To this statement he felt cold chill which coursed his spine making him snap open his eye to see what was. What he saw, made him frown.
These thought were what coursed through his mind before his eye snapped open.
With this sensation, he thought it might be his sword the ever useful and ever endearing Drgonslayer who without it, would have been dead meat more times than he have slaughtered apostles shit and their shitty spawns who fell victim to her rough beautiful edge, but, what he found was something else, instead he didn't feel the same weight, it lacked of the heaviness of his precious Dragonslayer pushed on him when was holding her, its frame feel smaller as well felt miniature or even smaller than Schierke, he didn't feel its hilt and its rough and hard surface which he embraced with passion of never letting her go and like an obsessive and sickening love he would kill in jealousy anyone who dared to remove her from his hands-It's obvious that he loved his sword like a woman-; but it wasn't , it felt hairy with soft and greasy like… like naked skin. And the last straw was… that it was still breathing still breathing.
And his first glimpse of the figure a top of him was a fuckin child… Oh let me reframe that, A FUCKING DAMN NAKED LITTLE GIRL PLUGED TO MY HIGH AND DAMN TOP OF MY MORNING WOOD-And her walls were tight making my wood struggle within them.
Then a sensation strike him hard down on his balls; or better say his feeling of nostalgia bitted hard his balls and made him see his life pass through his eyes or more specific moments when he felt this damn good. The memory of a delirious seductress which he fucked so damn hard like a beast-though she herself was literally a beast beneath her illusion- to the point where he literary blasted her face with the content within his reloaded cannon splitting her face in delight and fear-a literal cannonball.
Now he will have to ask with all honesty and boldness that resides inside his very soul the very question in his own rude style "Where in the fucking damn hell did I get myself into." now being conscious from his sleep and awake at the revelation that lied on his chest.
The girl seemed albino with long white hair and pale complexion; she looked younger than Schierke more fragile than her yet he saw that all of this was a mean for deceit which played in her favor plus she had long striped tail making him more sure she not even human so she had many chances to kill him while sleep.
Then he hears some petit moans coming from the drooling petit girl as she steer-still plugged on his cock- let the saliva spill on his chest and while opening her eyes she says in childish way "Good Morning." with wide smile closing her brown eyes doing so.
And Guts as the all good "Gentlemen" he is, replies with an all subtle way meant for this situation "Ah huh… can I ask what the fuck are you doing on my morning wood?" the hostile way, that is.
To this the girl switched from innocent smile to a smirk, which didn't fit with her feature still with her closed eyes with a lazy tone in her voice "Oh this sorry? I didn't expect you to be blind or better yet slow, to not notice that I'm riding, your delicious meat sword or are you dimwitted to not understand I'm referring to your cock?" to this she sit straight letting her long white hair flow backward so he could pose eyes on her slim figure and her small erect nipples and her walls tighten up its grip around his meat sword he could see how her a bulge took place on her belly.
She continues with devious smile while licking her lips "Because, I'm sure enjoying it being devoured deep within my inferior lips, after all I was the last one to eat it."
She takes his arm and lift it by his fore arm till are in front of her mouth "Though being the last one has it benefits such as...", she then open her mouth extent her tongue and lick its tips for a moment to then put them inside her mouth to bite and squeal like whore, And her tail was right at the same time about to course through his thighs toward his gluteus then to enter his anus "being the first in line for the next day."
He reacted instantly retreating his hand and shook her off him, she let girly yell. When she fell, she rolled under a bed-still sleeping- moaning in the exact moment Guts unplugged her.
He freed his sword from the grip from within her thighs, when he gives an eye to it Guts see that it has been lubricated like being polished humid and still swell and standing tall. He then leaned on his left hand, trying to lift himself up, but tripped and instinctually used his other but forgetting he didn't have the limb. He fall face down on the coble stone floor he stopped to see he was in balance.
Tracing with his eye he saw to what should have been lost in the eclipse, where once was his hidden ace, the cannon arm, was a flesh and bone arm. Not lingering too much on how he got lost arm back,-though he felted his right hand sore- Guts preceded supports himself on one of the frame of a bed beside close to him to help him stand. He struggle to stay on foot as he felt his knees and toes tremble with soreness as might make extra hard to walk. And when he lifts himself straight Guts could feel how the blood pressure in his head went down his back making him nearly lose balance, but he fought not to fall or lose his footing by leaning on the frame of the same bed he was in hold.
And instantly on his two feet he did a scan around his current location, which seemed cleaner than most trash holes Guts have went including those bastards' pigs of aristocrat's castles which were supposed to be clean ever clean, this place was practically fuckin immaculate. Also more illuminated rather than dimly illuminated with no candles lighting it, all the light seems to come from some strange white mushrooms on the ceiling.
These place seemed to him clean, although with a lot of disarray for some of the things around such as something that looked like a nightstands with shelves and made out metal with wheels on the floor with everything what he supposed was inside on the white floor; what was well looked like needles, small knifes, bandages and spilled content-still it looked pretty much clean. Some of the lines of beds were thrown of arrangement as many seemed upside down or with their cots being mercilessly being ripped, the sheet either clawed, wet in blood or other substance.
His eyes were focus, that didn't mean his ears were putting attention to the snores and breath steady that echoed on the room. But, one of those snores was unlike the other not, because it was loud, but because it has something distinguishing, that caught his ears, and caught his attention.
The sound inhale and instead of exhaling and 'cragh' on the throat it came 'prrrup'. So with his sore legs his started walking-dragging his legs- toward the sound, whose source was at the other side of a bed barricade. And so he walked toward it. The closer he got the louder it could be heard along with various different tones which didn't sound to be on the same rhythm, one snored while other inhaled, one was louder while the other was quieter and all in complete disarray.
He instinctual started to see more of the room he was as he has started to drop too much his guard. On one end of the room there is a door which seems to have been forcefully thrown down letting the sun rays wash he could presume that is an entrance, and on the opposite there is another door this one shut right beside it was a the barricade like bed.
When nearing the barricade bed which blocked sight to see what it was, he moved to the left where he could long strands of silky black hair extended on the floor.
Near: was getting sight of a round brown leather ball that was connected to the hair though his eyes as well were sore, glancing more over the room to elaborate the situation and his course of action, incase.
Nearer: he became aware it wasn't a ball it was head with ebony skin and feminine features on her face.
Closer to the bed: he was seeing the naked torso of the ebony which seemed slim, well built with modesty on her chest and possibly flexible as she seemed in lying on her right side on the floor with the back to the barricade bed with her waist in diagonal position and her legs spread all covered in a white sheet. There was a heavy scent lingering around him.
In front of her: Guts see that under the sheets, on the opposite end of her head he sees pair of legs, a pink head and long black hair similar to the ebony's. He could be make out there were more than one figure in there maybe three or four. His sees them in all but... nakedness, the feature of their naked flesh could be seen. Sculpted through the white sheets, and he could made all were female except for one which was hard to tell.
Comparing its massive size with the other two that lay within the sheets and hooves that could be made of the cloth one would presume that…there is a horse under those sheets.
And instantly Guts felt like rubbing his temple as he could not recall how he ended up here or where exactly was here.
Now he thinks of a do list with three objectives: one, find his arsenal.. specifically his dear Dragonslayer, two, find some clothes, three, find where the damn I am.
So he stared down at woman under the bed sheets and walked over them and started to shook the topless ebony that…by just skin contact made instantly her eyes snapped open. Her eyes.. their a greenish blue color. And Guts knowing that he again taken off-guard many times on this day- that shouldn't be allowed to be alive- he instinctively jumped back as he saw shuffle the big body-horse body- within the sheets.
'Do list updated objective one: Find and use the first god damn sharp thing to cleave the fucking guts out of this bitch at once.'
This though passed instantly within Guts awakened skull just millisecond as something brown with a strong air pressure brushed on top of his hairs and missing by inches, hitting the hard white stoned floor and pieces of woods were floating as it leaved crater under its weight and power.
Why was he needed some fucking sharp weapon you might think?
Well in front of him now standing tall with all four-four hooves- partially covered- dark steed half-under the sheets was the topless ebony that he expected to be human, awake, posture in what seems to be stance which Guts recognizes from somewhere, also the hostile glare and the intense focus…to kill-he might not make it out alive. Her weapon is what it seems to be the one of the pieces that kept the bed all together being use as staff.
Why was he referring as if it were a "she"? Well the thing is that anything that has a modest pair on their chest, a feminine complexion, ambiguous face and without the extra package of spear and balls hanging between their legs is always considered a "she".
His leg still felt sore, he didn't know where or what happened to him to be in this place and now this bitch just has to put things more interestingly difficult for him.
He searched all over the room for something sharp, for his luck-and amusement for that bitch known as fate- he found a long thin pointed ended object. He grabbed without second thoughts off the floor-yet not what it is- wielding it in his hand the same way one would stab someone. He knew it was fragile so he will need to use the chance to stab her.
She was grinding her teeth so hard that one would say she was about to bleed, wh ich gave her glare another level of intensity.
"I'll make you pay for putting me in shame!?" She said with scorn and rage.
"I Olwen Rozeo of the Dragoon Knights, challenge you to a duel so I can claim your life to a peace this hate within my soul, and send yours to the deepest pits of hell!" she didn't end there "I request you give me your name before ending your life."
'Fuck another bitch with a shitty knightly honor.' Guts thought and elaborated something out of her behavior.
"Maybe I might be able to give it to you?" He elaborated "But, since you want to know it so badly," his sneer spread wider than before "Why don't you start by giving a licking to my huge meat sword over here?" after Guts said this he started holding his member in his hands and shoving it with grin spreading wider "What would you say can your knightly honor take it fully in, hmm?"
'Bullseye' He wants to hit as many buttons as he can using her knightly sugared words, 'This is what happens when you are a pompous bastard shoving off your title plus honor bullshit equaling in being predictable and dead meat on the battle field.' If everything go the way he planned it would be utterly easy.
To his surprise she didn't pick the bait, instead of frowning and yelling like most would, now her eyes were hollow and her expression void of emotion and her breath was steady and calm. It was like her mind was somewhere else or sinking hundreds of meters under cold water waiting for a huge tidal wave to wash her ashore-while her gaze still fixed on him- making matters worst.
And she made two horse's tap with her back hooved left leg on the floor, and tensed her body upper body, strengthens her legs and fixed her stance holding wooden piece as a weapon in hand while inhaling heavily. Exhaling steam from her mouth as if water was meeting fire within her lungs. Not moving an inch, not a muscle, never leaving her hollow eyes from Guts figure.
There was tension in the air, only dense idiot wouldn't sense it, since it's so thick he could cut it through with his fingernails.
Guts did what his instinct told and what they are saying is was to be prepare, so he forced every nerve every muscle awake to the edge, for what will come, though he was sure of one thing he… will enjoy it. A genuine smile spread in his face. He was in disadvantage something that he always was. That didn't matter what mattered was the nostalgia he felt seeing her stance 'Now, I remember where I saw that stance.' And Guts fixed his own battle stance. 'A wrong move and I'm dead.' He gripped the fragile weapon between his callous hands. Let his genuine smile shift into one filled with excitement at the prospect of the challenge.
Guts, has lost it.
He was a bastard, who once carried an over bastardize bastard sword, who killed bastards, demons, angels and gods knows what ever crossed his path, dead in a bastardize version of hell that as well has an bastardize version of torturer.
He nailed almost everything, except the most important thing… he wasn't in hell neither in heaven, he wasn't dead either, he didn't fail that the naked half human half horse is indeed a bastardize torturer.
But, Guts failed miserably to point out that he is wasn't bastard -at least as a person-, but failed to point that he is indeed, a bastardize human- at least in whatever this place is considered human- even though he doesn't know it.
Because…what kind of human seeks out a life of strife and struggle rather than peace and comfort?
But, if one can't live their life the way they want, they rather as well die.
Right now he had made his choice…
And instantly her eye were out of the deep void of that her mind, she rocketed like powerful spear meant if there was wall behind her target she would pierce his flesh and pin him to it, while whirling her makeshift wooded weapon with both hands and strength resembling certain beheaded general and its steed in a desert area on Doldrey.
The prospect of fighting the general of the black goats knights with his steed-mare- as one, though she isn't the dead general, she seems to be capable to give Guts a challenge-in his circumstances.
Though he still wonders: 'is this place a reserved spot in hell where tortured is served in the form of bizarre circumstances?' the reply to the question time, is no answer or... rather an answer which, doesn't seem to be satisfying, unless one has all the right pieces… to be fit together. Though until then, Guts must survive the trials to come on this reserved spot in hell, where the irony is so much that makes you unable to choose to either cry or laugh of the absurd circumstances soon to be… worsened.
Meanwhile in the same room with cracks a bit apart from the duo of naked knight and naked mercenary who were having a nice duel to the death. Unknown to them, an equally naked human with pink head with strands of peach blonde hair streaming over a pale face with feminine features, was steering wake from slumber, her lips splitting into sweet smile, big enough to show her sharp white canines, which seemed sharp enough to tore off the flesh from the neck, with red eyes snapping open with glints of delight as semi-dried crimson blood still dripped downward in a straight line from her mouth, while recovering glimpses she could recall of the events prior -feeling the sticky wetness between her thighs- and asking …
'What happened last night?'
…TO BE CONTINUE
Authors Note: That was it another evil move so let me sing a song.
Cliffhanger, hanging from a tree~
And that's why its called cliffhanger~
CAN' . …
Though this chapter came earlier than I wanted-thank to be offline for at least 1 week and staying in the house of my grandparents which doesn't have internet and editing it- helped me to focus solely on writing this chapter.
Another thing I am building another story for Berserk. This one isn't crossover, the concept, time travel and new game plus if you add certain God Hand Member-Slan theorized as the Nun mentioned during the Tower Convictions Arc- to make things more complicated than they were in the original timeline. What would have happen if I knew then what I know now.
Another would be A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones:
In this one Guts is reborn as either as Eddard Fucking Blessed Stark and become infamous for his view of life though Jon Arryn tried to tame the wolf, but failed.
Other in which Guts wakes up as Lyanna Stark in the tower of joy with his ever trusting Dragonslayer beside her, before Ned, Reed and party could fight the Kingsguard, they were already dead or better say slaughtered. By berserker enhanced hormonal rage due to pregnancy.
Though I don't read the books only watch the TV show.
Now add another character profile without background or personality only appearance:
Falna the Familiar:
Race: Familiar
Age: 1000+ (Yep pretty much the one pulling the reigns of the mares commonly known as witches)
Occupation: Nurse
Eyes: Reddish Brown
Hair: Pale Blonde near white
Appearance: A petit-short like a child- looking girl with flat like cutting boar slim body. (Imagine it as Illya from Fate) with fluffy ended long stripped black and white tail.
Every character has past, and posting it deliberately on the profile would cost me a very good resource for the plot-my opinion.
Now let's starts some more random ranting pointing out a few more things:
In the poll it seems everyone wants to match Guts with strongest and toughest of the monster girls. These are the top ten at the moment:
Dragon
Kunoichi
Demon
Amazoness
Pharaoh
Hellhound
Dhampire
Dark Valkyrie
Centaur
Vampire
Started playing Skyrim and Got bored at LVl 35-Bethesda doesn't follow its own plot so where are the sights of a civil fucking war in that world- and I haven't started to play Dragon Age Origins –which I acquired the same day- I feel it will be a deception, now I am feel guilt of buying such a pieces crap when I could buy something more worthy, such as Dark Souls Prepare to Die Edition, with front cover featuring the ever so manly Artorias the Abyss Walker and all the DLCs or Tales of Grace F.
I gave the previous chapter an update to make this one flow better-I don't know the expression used.
I need a BETA reader.
I believe that Love is something it always must be shared to one person with great prejudice accordingly to the person(Sibling's Love, Friend's Love, Enemy's Love, Lover's Love, Family's Love etc etc) all are different. That is why I say is Pseudo Harem.
Guts, badass meter never falls only rises up reference to the 2016 anime, showing how tough and manly a man can look while cooking- a fresh hare which he killed without a glance and peeled its skin with his bare teeth. Soma vs Guts, who you think wins making food-orgasm? Guts win.
Monster will replace their love and yearn to couple for another needs that were buried beneath the love.
The soprano in the abyss watcher's theme seems to be howling like a wolf.
Question:
What monster girl will be introduced next?
What are the Foreign Languages leads to an indecent proposal?
Suggestions Request:
1. What kind of Jobs/Occupation other species monster girls can be specialized or might work in?
Example: imagine the era of this fantasy setting being similar age of 1600 between middle 19th century with bits of the discoveries of the 20th and 21st century.
Arachne, Jiraigumo, Mothman: Textiles, Tailor, Needlework.
Werewolf, Hellhound: Guards, Hunter, Bounty Hunter, Scout, Bodyguard, Courier.
Sand-Worm: Transport Through the dessert.
Harpies species: Messengers, Bards, Scout.
Kunoichi: Scout, Messenger, Bodyguard, Spy.
Mermaid Species: Life- Savers, Messengers, Courier, Fisherwoman
Dwarf: Smiths, Miners, Merchant.
Elf: Hunters, Scout
Kraken, Scylla: Dye (Ink)
Hakutaku: Scholars, Teacher, Librarian.(Academics)
Lizardman: Soldier, Guard.
Sea Bishop: Missionary, Wonderer, Bard, Messenger (any nomad job)
Minotaur: Lumberjack, Guard, Builder (Backbreaking jobs)
Amazoness: Hunter, Guards, Soldier, Military Head, Village Chief, Courier.
Dragon: Military head, King, State Manager, Treasurer (Anything Involving giving her reigns over domains or absolute power)
Pharaoh: namesake, diplomat.
Apophis: Advisor (Backstabber)
2. What kind of Organization the monster girl would join?It can be religious or more academic, either following certain philosophy or none.
Example:
Sea Bishop: Possibly a missionary who spread wherever she goes the word of her God Poseidon and give his/her blessing -being able to live underwater. She is also the one who most of the times would perform the ceremonial marriage.
Amazon: Religiously they would worship the Ares Greek god of War or Artemis Goddess of Hunt and Moon. The way of Worship offering their spoils of war or their captured pray. The law of the strongest survives.
Witch: The Sabbath which is their worshiping to Baphomet is modified due to the lacking of their main object to worship properly their lord: Men. So they modified to a more academic focus which is searching for eternal youth their own way plus creating alternative ways for the reproduction.
Kunoichi: Due to the lack of men they returned to the habit of assassination and infiltration so they join certain groups to find jobs suited for them as freelancer. Or serve someone specific.
Gyoubu Danuki: They might join a Merchant Guild.
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PSS: Chapter 2 has been updated and edited.
