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「RISE」(1×1 with Jikkah)

She still felt she had more to apologize for, more that she needed to beg for forgiveness. But she only nodded, following after Motochika out of the palace.
 
Motochika made a noise, "I'm sure we'll figure it out..."

Masamune and Kojurou moved through the captial, the Sword Hero huffing and puffing about his party.
"It's frowned upon, but you could buy a slave.." Kojurou said, "Especially since they may not last long anyway..."
"Alright, where can I get one?" Masamune asked. Kojurou made a noise.
"There's a shady fellow on the edge of the market, has a tent he sells his slaves out of."
"Well, lead the way." Masamune said and Kojurou exhaled before heading off.
 
The tent was much larger than Masamune had expected, dim, but fairly lit, and it was stocked as far as he could see with stacked cages.
The tent reeked, to her at least, it was overwhelming. There had to be dozens of different species all under that tent; Beastmen, Demi-human, animals alike. She sat in her cage rather uncomfortably, a steel gag in her mouth so she would break the iron bars, arms crossed over her abdomen and strapped to her side in a straight jacket, and a heavy ball and chain around her ankle. She felt cramped and couldn’t properly stand, but then again, she probably wasn’t supposed to.
 
"Hello! Hello! Welcome!" A fat little man approached Masamune as he looked around, "How may I help you?"
"I need a slave." Masamune said flatly, "Got any good ones?"
"I have many! Please have a look around and let me know what you find~"
"Kay, cool.." Masamune wandered about the cages, peering in and examining each one.
 
Humans, more than that one fat man who had bought her from her last masters. She made a soft noise as she turned her head, peering out through the iron bars to try and see who had entered.
 
After a while of looking before Masamune stopped in front of her. He looked confused, kinda angry.
"Why is she tied up?"
"Oh, uh...well, you don't want her...she's a demi human and very dangerous." The man said. Masamune made a face.
"Dangerous?"
 
The woman had black shaggy hair that was full of knots and her red eyes followed Masamune as he moved. She huffed softly, but only shifted uncomfortably in her cage.
 
"She's a rare kind. Dragon demi human. She's violent."
"How much?" Masamune asked. The man grinned widely.
"800."
"Masamune-sama, that's almost all our-"
"Deal." Masamune said.
 
He saw her red eyes narrow behind her shaggy bangs, biting down hard on the gag in her mouth, hard enough to create an audible noise.
She was rather cramped in that cage, which was done on purpose so she couldn’t kick out the bars, but she’d rather not be sold off again.
 
She seemed rather obedient at the cage door was opened and she was escorted up to the front. She sat down in the chair unable to say much as the short man undid the straight jacket to free her arms. She wore only a rough looking tunic underneath, which was opened at the sides and kept closed with strings at her hips. Her deep red and black scales glistened in the candle light, rubbing her aching shoulders.
 
He applied the new slave seal and unbound her, "There we are. If she refuses any orders, the seal will give her quite the shock." He told Masamune. Masamune made a noise and nodded.
"Cool. You got a name, girl?" He asked.
 
She looked up at him and frowned, showing her pointed teeth. “Megohime..” She said, voice a bit raspy.
 
He gave a nod, "Alright, Megohime, let's get going. We'll get some food in you. Kojurou, pay the man."
"Ah...hai..." Kojurou frowned and moved to pay for the demi human.
 
She only gave a slight nod, standing and moving over to Masamune, and only then did he realize just how bad of shape she was in. She reeked of a slaughter house, and it was clear now that the dark brown stains on her clothing was dried blood.
 
She looked up at him, red eyes studying him; he could see them more now. Her eyes were reptilian, pupils thin slits, and also quite cold and empty. “Why?”
 
She shifted her head, blinking in confusion. “Oh.” She simply looked ahead of her and stayed close to him, saying nothing more. She’d need better clothes as well armor and a weapon, and on top of feeding her and fixing her up, she’d bleed them of the rest of their funds.
 
"Let's just get you cleaned up and fed, huh?" He said and headed off. Kojurou stood with her, willing to walk with her and keep her company.
 
She didn’t say much as they walked, didn’t say anything in fact, but she didn’t seem to mind Kojurou’s presence much, keeping pace with him as they headed to somewhere that could fix up her hair.
 
It was ten silver to make Megohime not look like she just emerged from a cave and Masamune didn't seem to mind too much. As long as she looked normal, he supposed.
 
Megohime has to be scrubbed clean three times, and the bath water changed just as many times, but when they were done, she was finally clean. It took a lot of brushing to tame her hair, but after a while of brushing, the woman at the spa finally got her hair under control.
“Shall we trim and style her hair as well, Yuusha-sama?” The women asked Masamune.
 
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