MIKAZUCHI
“Hiyah!”
“Oof!”
With a formidable shout, Mikoto flipped Bell onto his back.
It was early afternoon, and the two of them, plus Welf, had gathered outside on the lawn in the courtyard of their home for martial arts training.
“I never get tired of seeing these Far Eastern techniques of yours,” said Welf, admiring the sight of Bell taking a tumble while he savored a well-earned break. “You’re really something, you know that?”
“O-oh no! Not I! It is Lord Takemikazuchi who taught me everything I know! If anything I do seems impressive, it’s all because of him!”
Mikoto furiously denied Welf’s compliments, her cheeks going bright red. Bell wore an awkward smile and tactfully changed the subject by asking the girl a question.
“Erm, so what’s the most impressive move you know, Ms. Mikoto?”
“The most impressive? I suppose that would have to be Mikazuchi, the Full-Moon Throw.”
Bell tilted his head, puzzled. “What’s that?”
“It is a technique my lord perfected after many sessions of training,” Mikoto explained. “It builds upon foreign techniques, refining them to a lethal degree. Its power is comparable to a bolt of lightning, which is why it incorporates part of my lord’s name.”
“Th-that sure does sound impressive…”
“So can you do it?”
“I can. In fact, I am the only one of Lord Takemikazuchi’s pupils who has been able to execute it successfully…However, Lady Tsukuyomi became greatly enraged at my lord when she found out what he had been teaching us…”
Mikoto was shaking as she thought back to that terrible sight, and she explained that the technique in question was a forbidden one.
“Now you’ve got my attention,” said Welf. “You wouldn’t mind demonstrating for us, would you? I bet you want to see it too, right, Bell?”
“Um…yeah.”
“What…?!”
Mikoto was flustered at first, but when the boys told her it was all for the betterment of their familia, she reluctantly acquiesced. However, she explained that it was highly dangerous, and so the boys piled up several mats on one end of the lawn.
“O-okay. Are you ready, Sir Bell?”
“Why do I have to be the training dummy…?”
Bell was sweating bullets as Mikoto prepared to unleash the aforementioned technique on him. The next moment, she was gone—disappearing into thin air—and the next thing he knew, both of Mikoto’s legs were wrapped around his neck.
“Huh?!”
Her soft thighs squashed his cheeks, and all Bell could see was Mikoto’s crotch. However, he didn’t have long to admire the view before Mikoto let out a ferocious hiyah and flipped him headfirst into the mats.
“What do you think, Sir Bell? That was the Mikazuchi. A-a-a-a-a-are you all right?! I thought I went easy on you…”
“Geez, now I see why Takemikazuchi got in so much trouble…Who teaches this move to a woman?”
Welf sighed, watching as Mikoto ran over to help Bell, whose beet-red face was half-buried in the mats.
The “foreign technique” on which the Mikazuchi was based turned out to be a throw supposedly called the “Frankensteiner,” known to some as the “Throw of Pleasure.”
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