"It had to be because you wanted to get in my way. It had to be."
"In that case, then I have no need to endure this any longer!"
Kiyohime had already assumed a stance as though she were about to breathe fire.
"And what if you can't endure it anymore? Coo coo."
Tama looked completely unafraid.
"Mmghhh... I really can't endure this anymore!"
But—
Kiyohime did not breathe fire.
Thankfully, she did not breathe fire.
However—
She pulled a bottle from her sleeve.
"Don't underestimate me!"
"This is inflammable water! A bottle that catches fire when thrown! It was imported from the Southern Barbarians, and I always carry it with me! Don't blame me if you get burned!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka: ...?
Was that...?
"Oh my—don't underestimate me either! I'm an Edo geisha; I've long since grown used to things like fires! Bring it on!"
Tama refused to back down, striking a strange pose as she pulled out two fans and gripped them in her hands.
"Fire, lightning, whatever it is, bring it on! Coo coo—I'll use my fans to blow everything right back at you!"
The two beautiful women assumed spellcasting stances. It looked...
A little ridiculous?
"What? What's happening? O-Nui wants to see too!"
O-Nui squeezed out from behind Musashi and looked over curiously.
Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that he ought to say something, but with things as they were—
It seemed like anything he said would be wrong.
Sakumura and Musashi also stood there watching the show with great interest.
Especially since this apparently involved Fujimaru Ritsuka's romantic debts—it made things even more entertaining.
In the end, it was that unlucky samurai with the shaved pate who, looking on the verge of tears, stepped between the two of them.
"Princess, please stop. This is in public..."
"If, if