Hideaway Strath kabukimono

the man spoke of kyn-dono and the woman.

satsu was careful in her response. poised with her chin lightly tucked, her neck arched like a resting crane.

the daimyo... is intimidating. the image of him thrashing side-to-side with a deer neck in his jaws.
his guard, i do not know yet. i do not think she likes me. but these nanban held a different value system than her own people.
they could not see any value in the dancer's figure or her quick mind, only the lack of brutal strength. the absence of things they valued.

satsu was not sure if she cared to be liked by these people.
they make me feel small.