Hyakka Ryouran Samurai Girls:Volume 1 Chapter 1

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The Sword Princess who Fell from the Sky

Part 1

"... Ha! ... Ha!"

Slow and deliberate yells were coming from the rear garden of the Yagyuu dojo.

A katata was being swung in practice, and soon a thousand swings were reached.

Yagyuu Muneakira let out a huge sigh, before calmly lowering the edge of his sword.

His dougi had been removed and was currently tied around his waist, and being naked from the waist up, beads of sweat had formed on his bare skin.

On his slender body, his elastic muscles were coiled and tensed up. At the tip of his long bangs sweat had gathered, and like dew overflowing from grass, fell to the ground.

"No good. At this rate, I still have a long way to go..."

The day where he would be skilled in the Yagyuu Shinkage sword style was still far off. And the way things were now,

"How am I going to protect this dojo..."

The Yagyuu dojo itself was located in a corner of the students' quarters.

Going all the way back from Yagyuu Munenori, the Edo-based Yagyuu clan had been instructing other military families in the way of the sword for over four hundred years.

Even within the Buou Academy, their services were requested as they were deemed the most fit for the job. Thus within this dojo, as the next head of the Yagyuu clan, Muneakira was in charge of everything swordsmanship related within the academy.

However, at the moment the dojo behind Muneakira's back was empty.

Furthermore, tomorrow he would have to vacate the premises.

Why? Because an order had been issued from the pillar of the student council, the executive committee.

"The Yagyuu dojo will now be under the direct control of the executive committee of the student council. Yagyuu Muneakira is to lead all the disciples of the dojo, enter under the command of the public morals committee, and formally join the hunt for the Toyotomi renegades."

That notice had been delivered about a week ago.

Hunting for the Toyotomi renegades...

Basically it meant hunting rogue students who were anti-establishment, who were rebelling against the authority of the student council.

Currently, in the name of hunting the Toyotomi renegades, the student council's tyranny had slowly been escalating.

This had been single-handedly carried out by the public morals committee, and now they were effectively telling Muneakira to become the vanguard of the hunt.

But Muneakira had ignored this order.

"That's just idiotic. To call it hunting for Toyotomi renegades..."

Because the Buou academy was a school for warriors, children from the shogun's clan, daimyos, vassals, and other various families were all enrolled inside.

With the advent of the Great Meiji Reformation, social classes had been abolished, but the various families had continued their family line.

Muneakira was the heir to the Yagyuu name, and other powerful clans which once had large fiefdoms like Shimazu, Mouri, Maeda, Date were present as well.

Also, Oda, Imagawa, Houjo, and others who were once Daimyos in the Warring States Era were also present.

Kitabatake, Ouchi, and other noble families also were represented.

On top of that, families which had been the enemy such as the Ishida, Konishi, Chosokabe clans had been resurrected with the new era, and had experienced a revival of sorts, thus within the Buou academy various families were represented.

The only exception was the Toyotomi clan. There was no student bearing the Toyotomi name.

In other words, it was just a pretext given by the student council.

People who went against the executive committee, or displayed an attitude towards them, or even people who they were displeased with; all were lumped together under the Toyotomi faction and forcibly suppressed.

Students who were caught faced punishments ranging from getting brainwashed, tortured, forced into slave labour, forced to drop out or expelled outright.

"How can they even call something like that a hunt for Toyotomi renegades? What they're doing is wrong."

Thus, even after receiving the eviction notice Muneakira didn't budge at all.

The student council had grown impatient and pressed him further, so Muneakira decided to shut down the dojo in response.

"Why does this dojo have to be closed!?"

The students who were disciples raised a fuss, but Muneakira's resolve was absolute.

(... This was a bit extreme, but it couldn't be helped. Better this than everyone being forced into oppressing other students under the pretext of hunting for Toyotomi renegades...)

Thus, Muneakira effectively excommunicated the hundred or so disciples under him, and was now defending the Yagyuu dojo, which he lived in, by himself.

However, the problem he was facing now was time.

Muneakira had gone against the executive committee, and this was something unforgivable in their eyes.

The public morals committee would come knocking at his door at any moment now. Muneakira had done all he could, what was left was,

"Polishing my sword techniques; that's all I can do now. That sounds about right..."

Leaking out a sigh, his gaze dropped downwards.

The sweat he had earlier had already vanished. Muneakira retrieved his scabbard from the open corridor, and sheathed the sword which was in his right hand.

Clink. Just as the pleasant sound of the habaki slotting snugly into the scabbard could be heard, it happened.

Suddenly, he was assaulted by a loud rumbling that came from behind him.

"...! Wha, ... what was that!?"

It was an attack large enough to cause the dojo to shake violently. It was as if lightning and an earthquake had struck the dojo at the same time, causing him to think the building was going to collapse.

Thinking the public morals committee had begun their attack, Muneakira braced himself, but there was no further sound.

"What in the world...?"

The sound and the attack seemed to have come from the training hall.

Stepping up into the corridor, Muneakira ran towards the training hall, katana in hand.

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 public morals 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, 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,

"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!"