The Japanese sword is, after all, the best--Sanosuke: Where're you going, you slit-eyed bastard. We're not finished yet.(He is bleeding heavily, but o... his feet.)Saitou: You show good spirit. But it'd be better if you just went quietly to sleep. The wound is not life-threatening, but it's deep.Sanosuke (charging): Shut up! I may be wounded, but your sword's broken! The fight starts here!(Saitou blocks the punch, then drives the fragment of sword deeper into Sanosuke's shoulder. Sanosuke reels.. Still pushing me down she dips her head in and kisses me gain this time just flicking at my tongue hers darting in and out. Then she hops off the bed, and I feel my drowsiness kicking in, but before I can pull the covers over me she handcuffs me to one of our posts. "That's new" I said, wondering what she had in store for me today. "Just for you" she said walking around to the otherside and handcuffing my other hand. The she gets down to the bottom and puts what looks like a noose over my foot. Those lucky to have protective muffling around their ears or even advanced techno-sorcery that might shroud the head in a baffling field of noise-canceling impulses, they were the first up. And they bawled out the orders and directed the shaking bodies of those who had to trust in cotton and the Emperor to protect their hearing.“To the guns! Fucking now, move, move, move! Lift! Drive! Hammer! Lift! Drive! Hammer!”The sweating gun crews of the Hegemony rushed to their weapons as smoke roiled. Tomar barar sab khide teshta mitate parle amar khoob bhalo lagbe.” Ami nijer bishal pacha ta tule rudradar laura ta nijer gude gop kore niite niite bollam. Rudrada du hath diye amar khola paa duto aro choriye niye dheere dheere thap marte laglo. Rudrada chaito na je prothom dine onar mota mushol ta diye amar gud ta phete jak.O janto je ekbar amar gud ta onar mota laura ta bhetore newar obbseh hoye jak tar por o amake ulte palte tar gud ta ke bhalo kore tariye tariye chudbe. Ami amar duto pa.