Hours turned into days, and those days into weeks, and it was becoming more and more apparent Megohime was not coming back. Had she lied to Masamune? Had she tricked him like Iisaka had? When she told him I love you, was it all a lie?
Megohime had been on Motochika's ship for weeks, and most of the time, she'd stay locked in the dungeons below deck, other times she would be given a spear and hauled out on deck to provide entertainment with sparring. Of course, she almost always ended up on her ass, bruised and bleeding.
Megohime grunted and she hit the ground for the third time in five minutes, breathing heavily as she sat on the ground in exhaustion. She had no idea how to wield a spear, let alone did she have the strength to fight an Oni. Clenching her fist around the spears shaft, she stood on wobbly legs, bringing her spear up in front of her once more. She had a black eye and a split lip, and with too many bruises to count dotting her body, all she wanted to do was rest, but they were relentless.