C27 Clean but not squeaky


Not ideal, but cleaner than when she first started out, Yuya trotted back to her captor. She had been desperate enough to inspire in herself the creativity to cleanse on open land.

To her delight, she was greeted with a campfire and two skewers of carefully skinned and roasting…organism.

He appeared to have washed off and was lounging by the fire, divested of his armour. Left with his hakama and sleeveless hakamashita, even at rest, not even a blind person could ignore his imposing presence.

Yuya silently placed herself across him, soothed by the calming waves of his radiating power.