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There were decorations in the steel-walled house, but very few things that did not directly reflect Najikko’s profession. What caught the eye would be the Samurai suits of armour that lined the halls. Always keep a little something of your enemy close by. It helps you to conquer your hate.

And how he hated the human warriors.

Najikko’s cold stare travelled past the suits of armour to a room where six new “visitors” awaited him. They had come seeking help, like many others. They were beautiful women and yet all he could see were imperfections. Ugly as sin they were to him.

Najikko looked out of the window at one of many cities that he owned and wondered how long it would be before a challenger came to his doorway.