<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/63/64/62/636462f5accb64ce10d73af3fec11718.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Bertholt Hashimoto</span></span><br/><em>Human Samurai of the Order of the Warrior</em><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1294841)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Resort Town --> Employment Office<br/><strong>Accommodations:</strong>Orange<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>His Adventuring Company, Open; Sarrett, Aramis;<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Still getting a job;<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When the geisha disrobed and unveiled her renowned bosom for all to see, the swordsman's steel sinew tensed and ached longingly to hold her.  His Garden, as he liked to call her, had been introduced to him on what had been the worst day of his life.  He had just been stripped of his property, decommissioned of his rank, and exiled from his homeland.  But to compensate him for his loss, fate had sent him an exotic beauty to accompany him on his travels abroad.  The samurai had since been a consummate gardener and seeded Fukuju liberally and frequently.  He indulged in her fruit, too.<br/><br/>It was almost too much for him when Fukuju's hands worked their way up Melody's torso.  He tried to turn away, but he couldn't stop himself from staring.  His vigor, previously laid low by sea sickness, returned to him, and he could not resist temptation.  He closed in on his companion, pressing his armored chest against her side.  He gazed down at her bosom and then snatched her breasts in his grasp.  He pressed her breasts together, kissing each in turn, and then released them.<br/><br/>After he kissed her bony emerald shoulder, the samurai whispered:   "Do not tease our friend."<br/><br/>He gathered her leafy hair in his free hand and pulled it gently to his own face so to smell it.  The scent of her wild hair reminded him of the brooks of Goto where he first learned to wield his blade.  It was an aroma that made him overly nostalgic.   "Not all of us can be so free."  He stared over her shoulder at her bosom longingly, but then took a deep breath.<br/><br/>"Pardon us, friend Melody," he said with a friendly nod as he took Fukuju's arm in his.  The crowd of onlookers parted to let them through and the pair marched towards the employment office.<br/><br/>Once there, the samurai perused the classifieds while he stood behind the geisha with his hips pressed against hers.  He bristled at the notion of some pervert buying Fukuju's underwear, and he often wondered if his Garden said things like that to make him jealous.  He did not afford the geisha a response either way, but instead, continued reading through the classifieds, looking through each entry.<br/><br/>"The amount of gold being offered seems exorbitant," he murmured into the shell of Fukuju's ear as he read.  But then, his hand shot out, and his index finger landed on the last classified.   "This one," he said.  A young woman with the surname of Quicksilver had gone missing.  Of all the entries, this one seemed like the most pressing.   "A woman has gone missing, and her family is paying handsomely for her safe return.  It appeals to my great sense of nobility."<br/><br/>