Editing Hyakka Ryouran Samurai Girls:Volume 1 Chapter 1 (section)

===Part 2===

"Wh, what... is this...?"

Looking up at the ceiling of the training hall, Muneakira could see the evening sky.

Extending all the way to the roof, there was a gaping hole in the ceiling.

That wasn't all.

A large hole had been bored into the floor as well.

A portion of the polished amber floorboards had caved in, and white smoke was emanating from the hole.

Clearly, something had fallen from above, smashing the roof and embedding itself into the floor.

"A meteorite...? Or perhaps, something fell from a plane..."

First and foremost, it didn't look like an attack from the disciplinary committee. Muneakira tentatively lowered his guarded posture, and approached the hole in the floor.

The hole was a perfect circle. It looked to be about a metre deep.

The fog-like smoke slowly cleared. Muneakira peeked inside,

"Eh...!?"

His voice choked up.

What was inside... Was a white body.

Curled up like an infant, tender-looking sides and thighs could be seen.

Vividly red, like it was on fire, her long hair rested on her body.

"It's a person... A g, girl? It couldn't be..."

Muneakira reflexively looked upwards again. Looking up at the hole in the ceiling, he could see a circle shaped portion of the sky. His eyes unconsciously followed a black kite flying across the madder red clouds... but it wasn't the time or place for that.

"Ehh! Ehhh!?"

The hole in the ceiling. The hole in the floor. And the naked girl lying inside.

Ah. Her nakedness was the problem. It was a very serious problem. Glancing down once more, his cheeks began to flush crimson.

"It's not like that! No, wait, what's not like that... I, In any case, this girl smashed through the roof... which means she fell from the sky... wait, she might have just fallen from the roof... No way. If she just fell from the roof, then how could she have made such a large hole in the floor...!? So that means, she really...!?"

Having spoken thus far, Muneakira suddenly noticed something.

"A katana...?"

The girl was tightly gripping on to a katana with her body.

Two katanas, in fact. A daisho pair<ref>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daish%C5%8D</ref>, both of which were sheathed in their scabbards.

They looked much bigger than regular katanas. The smaller one was as long as the katana Muneakira was currently holding.

She was embracing the daisho with her entire body, both hands on the tsuka like she was hugging it in a death grip. It was like she was protecting the katanas. Or rather, it was as if she was trying to become one with them...

"Oh, right. Is this girl hurt anywhere...?"

He couldn't see any visible wounds on her at all, but it didn't mean she wasn't injured. If she was hurt then he would have to look after her. Or he could bring her to the academy's hospital.

His eyes drawn to her red hair, which was like blood, Muneakira slowly extended his hand forward.

He decided that he should remove the katanas away from the girl's body first, and placed his hand on the handle of the katana.

The girl's body twitched in response. Like she was having some sort of seizure, the girl's body began to shake.

"Wah!"

The girl's hand caught onto Muneakira's arm.

Her grip was tight and hard, to the point where her fingers were digging into his flesh.

"... That's a relief. You're alive. I mean, are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere..."

In front of Muneakira, who was chatting away, the girl lifted up her head with a start.

She looked up at Muneakira, and he noticed her eyes.

In direct contrast to her hair, her eyes were a bright blue, like the colour of a clear lake. Those eyes were now staring at Muneakira's own.

And like the surface of a lake, Muneakira's face was reflected in her eyes. Like he was talking to the reflection of himself in the large eyes of the girl, Muneakira continued on.

"H, Hi there... Who, are y..."

Who are you? Just as he was about to say that,

"Aha~"

A smile had formed on the girl's face.

"Ah... haha...?"

Muneakira unconsciously laughed along with her. The girl's arms were extending towards her face. Eh, he thought, as she covered her face with both hands.

The girl's lips moved.

"... Ma, ma."

"Eh, she actually spoke. Ma, ma... Mama?"

"Mama... mama!"

While innocently saying that, the girl laughed. Her bare chest quivered along with her laughter.

"N, no, I'm not your mama. My name is Yagyuu... by the way, I'm a guy. Rather than mama, I'd be a papa... no, that's not it. If you call me papa there's going to be a weird misunderstanding later... You look like you're about the same age as me... so uncle... or maybe a brother... Ok. You can call me onii-chan."

It wasn't as though he wanted a specific name for her to call him by, but rather, he thought that he should get her to stop calling him mama.

(Still, she can talk. If so, then I can ask her about this situation...)

The moment Muneakira felt relieved,

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"Onii-chan..."

The girl's face was steadily getting closer, but by the time he realised that, their lips had already met.

Chuu-

There was really a sound like that. It was slight, but Muneakira heard it. The sound of a kiss travelled to his brain from the inside of his mouth.

It felt soft, and warm. Her lips were elastic. The scent of flowers from somewhere entered his nose...

(... Uwaah!? Th, this is... This is...!!!)

First kiss.

The first kiss of Yagyuu Muneakira, first year student, sixteen years old, disappeared, just like that. Or rather, perhaps it would be better to say his first kiss was stolen from him just like that.

But there was more. Something more important than the kiss. And that was,

(It's clinging to me. Her naked bo... I mean, her skin is... on my...)

Muneakira had dashed over immediately after his training, thus he was still shirtless. This meant that the girl's bare flesh was glued tightly to his bare upper body.

He could feel the squish of something pressing against his chest. It was soft, and yet springy all around, bigger than he had imagined, and there were two of them; the bulges that were in contact with his body.

Ba-dump!

At that moment, his heart pounded with a large thud like it was about to break. In an instant, Muneakira's body began to shake violently.

(Wh, what... is this...?!)

An overwhelming heat began to build up in his body.

He could feel his blood boiling, and then rushing to every part of his body with a terrifying speed. Overflowing, bursting out, he felt like he was being eroded from within...

"!!! ... Guaaah!"

He pulled his mouth away. In the space where theirs two lips had been joined together, a faint trail of saliva lingered briefly, before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

At the same time, Muneakira shoved the girl away from him.

"Kyaa!"

"Ah! I'm sor..."

(ry, huh? Nothing happened. Was that a hallucination?)

It couldn't be, did the kiss and our bare skins touching get me excited and caused that sort of reaction?

Flustered, Muneakira extended out his hand towards the girl. Helping her up, he was in a position where it looked like he was cradling her in his arms...

"Yagyuu Muneakira! Cease your resistance and obediently submit to the executive committee's order!"