A black belt that supported a holstered pistol on one hip and a sheathed knife on the other surrounded their waist. Tight fitting boots zipped up the ...ide, ending just below the knees. The center torso of each was bare and just above the waist and to the right of the navel was a tattoo of a white angle outlined in black holding a red heart in her hands with love inscribed on it. Above the angle was the word "Peace." To the left of their navel's and just above the waist was a deadly looking red. In the middle stood a blonde Adonis supporting the weight of twelve men on his shoulders. It was the young strong man, Justice Holt. All the circus posters were full of his face.He was built like Michelangelo's David. His gaze as it peered regally from the cardboard signs that were shouting from every shop window that the circus was in town charged deep thrills into the hearts of romantic women, insisting: You shall come to see me perform. You shall come.And Joan could see why the signs were so. I was just sitting here thinking about how some things change and others stay the same. It's either five or six generations of my family that have been on this farm. I can remember when I was just a little boy, sitting here on this porch listening to my great grandfather telling about farming when he was a young man." It had to be very different back then," I said."Oh, it was. They didn't have all of the equipment we have now. He plowed his fields behind a team of horses. Then he used a harrow. There was a general noise in the immediate area, issuing from the various Tanzuru present, an amusedwave of consensus. Even as Azaki crystallized the moment, emitting a derisive snort."He didn't." The elder knight added wryly."Yes." Funaho nodded mildly directing her response to Ayeka directly. "Your father thanked the august body of the Conciliate for their collective wisdom." She paused smiling tightly."By sending the heads of all twelve back to their respective homes." Thats barbaric!".