)Suzaku: Ke-kempo?!Aoshi: I understand your imitation trick, but three hundred years of Oniwaban martial arts isn't so weak it can be beaten with a tr...ck. An imitation is still just a copy. New techniques are worked out by combining a number of arts.Suzaku: Ridiculous! That was simple carelessness, letting in an unexpected blow. Your fists are no match for your own swords!(Aoshi puts a hand on one of his blades.)Aoshi: Because it is my own sword, it's no match for me.(He twists his hand. Nearby, the Kestrel’s cook was running his small crew around the three cookfires like a frustrated jester who just found out he had to pretend to be the king. His leadership style was exactly the opposite of the placid and organized Quartermaster.“No, no, salt in that pot, flour in that one, bones in that one!” the cook shouted, one hand pressed against the side of his head. “First pot is lunch! Second is dinner! Third is for making glue! You salt it again, you’re going to eat it!”Will sat on a. She giggled and pointed at her tits; you mean you want to see these.I simply licked my lips and nodded; in a flash she had her tee shirt off and stood there cradling her large tits in her forearms; I was right the nipples were thick and about an inch long when erect.I stepped towards her with the intention of feeling those boobs; but she quickly side stepped me and disappeared into the kitchen. I slowly followed and came up behind her at the sink; as I closed my arms around her and made to grab. S-s-sir. Loisir …’ ‘No!’ ‘Loisir is …’ ‘Not now!’ Pava hissed savagely through his gritted teeth. ‘Baraie,’ he said in a trembling pleading voice. ‘I cannot hear it now. Oh my Captain! Tell me the rest of it.’ He had gone paper white and his green eyes glared into the wood as they rode up to the blasted trees. The trees were blackened, their trunks split and shattered. As they rode, Pava’s Captain was reeling off a great list of names: dead, wounded, wounded, wounded, dead. Pava clenched his.