Chifusa Manyuu

"My power lies in my chest..!" ᴍᴠʀᴘ ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴛ?

Shut up

Her hand went to her hip. "Hm.. wouldn't say impressed. You're just at that age.."

"Hmph. Still ratty, though.."

"Ah.."

Two hands on her lower back, Chifusa stretched to get the strain out her hips. "Uwoh..!", she grunted, nearly bursting out her kimono.

//There's another Chifusa????? I... I can retire!!

"Dammit. It got loose again.."

//It's a little black and white. I get what you're saying, but that's not this reality

People who once cheered for her cleared the street with Chifusa's eyes glaring at the man before her. Her lids lower briefly before sharpening on the man before her, an empty blink given. The beauty was set on defending herself from the ugly samurai.

She stepped forward, watching carefully as he retrieved his katana, her hand resting on her own hilt as she watched his every move.

Her expression was unchanged. All the joy and whimsy she felt during her performance was gone. Just the empty glare of a trained samurai remained, focused on my laughing man before her. For the meantime, she'll remain silent.

That look in his eye and smile, Chifusa immediately went on the backfoot and assumed this man was a tsujigiri....... "And what of it..?", she asked, keeping a stern expression.

Having picked up all the coins and embarrassingly grabbing the ones that landed in her spacious cleavage, she caught him out the corner of her eye and faced him, while putting the coins in her pouch. "... Yeah?", she asked out, brow arched as he approached

"Quiet..!"

Popping the block in the air, causing her chest to bounce of course, she spun, closed the umbrella, and caught the block all in one swift motion before ending with a deep bow and rising with a smile! .. in which her chest bounces harshly again. The crowd applauded! Coins flying!

One bounces off her chest, and she glares daggers at the man.

Spinning a block on her umbrella! Coins being tossed her way.

"Huh..??"