"And so contrary to popular belief, there actually were as such a thing as female Samurai. Males and Females were treated as equals back in the Sengoku era and as far as anyone was concerned, most people of the time were bisexual. It was only after the Meiji Era when Japan became more westernized that we started to get prudish. As much as it sounds like one of those PSAs they would play for you all in middle school, remember no matter who you are, you are all capable Samurai inside!"
The light seemed to glint off Mr. Ono's trademark samurai helm as he said that aloud in a dramatic manner like something out of an anime or a sentai show. None of the students were in any way impressed.
Minako Arisato barely kept her head upright as she lazily tried to keep her eyes open. While the red-eyes brunette had always been bubbly and cheery to a nigh infectious degree, she just plain felt like crap after heading to Tartarus for a long grind and it was only worse that recently, Mitsuru sprung the idea to send her to take extracurricular courses she had already aced her past two exams so what as the point!? Junpei, she could understand full well! As fun as a friend he was, she had to admit his grades were pretty lackluster even if he was getting pretty good at fighting Shadows and she couldn't have agreed more with his protests when Mitsuru suddenly broke the news. At least the extracurricular classes she had with Mr. Edogawa were interesting because they had such an odd connection to Personas, Tarot Arcana and Shadows.
Sighing to herself, Minako felt herself drift as her head became heavy and her eyelids felt like they were made of lead. She could see Kenji with his head planted right atop his desk and Junpei was pretending to take notes while he scribbled cheesy looking drawings of some of the Shadows they encountered as well as some of the Personas she used. She could see Jack Frost, Saki Mitama, what looked like Nekomata...was that supposed to be Hermes on the border? It looked a bit disjointed.
"...Ah, Arisato! Could you tell us why Samurai carry their trademark Katana?"
The red-eyed brunette almost jumped visibly from suddenly hearing her name called, a jolt of energy coursing through her body from a sort of fight-or-flight response any student, especially High School, knew all too well. Standing up slowly from her seat as she swept her bangs to hide the black circles under her eyes, Minako tried to keep her posture straight as she stared directly at Mr. Ono, clearing her throat.
"B-because, the samurai merely carried their Katana around as badges of honor, not actual weapons. In fact, even with how carefully crafted a masterwork Katana is and how glorified they are in pop culture, in reality one would break after three strikes at most due to the thin metal of the blade."
Except for those ones I find in Tartarus sometimes, especially those weird short swords no one uses, not even Mitsuru-senpai. Ah, at least they make for good cash-ins. Minako though as she gave her answer, recovering after stumbling into it at first.
Mr. Ono was practically beaming at Minako's astute answer.
"Oh, oh yes that's correct! Very well said! Katana, as wonderful as they are, were not meant to be weapons of the samurai. In fact, samurai were trained to be jacks of all trades, able to use almost any weapon and master multiple arts of the body and mind. Some used spears, nagatinae, bows and arrows..."
Minako sat down, sighing as she felt satisfaction in giving the correct answer. The confidence replacing the passing anxiety helped her feel as if she were a tad smarter, Junpei even looking up from his "notes" to give her one of his goofy grins and a thumbs up.
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>After School
Minako stretched her arms, yawning a bit. She wished she'd had Mr. Ekoda at the end of the period so she could sleep through another one of his lectures. Classic Literature wasn't bad, but she couldn't imagine too many western teachers going off about Shakespeare the same way that man went off about the Monogatari. She considered who to hang out with for her next Social Link, see who she could spend time with. It was Monday so maybe Maiko was around at the shrine as usual. Sighing, she walked down the stairs to the first floor.
At that point, Minako felt all fatigue leave her in an instant, replaced by shock and awe at the sight in front of her. Something that seemed to pale the threat of an impending Shadow on each full moon in comparison, in terms of emotional shock.
She could only look on in some unique fascination as she looked on at the massive blob in front of her that was now Elizabeth, the nigh on 1,200lbs attendant gorging herself, guzzling down different flavors of milk and juice while mowing down different kinds of bread slathered in generous helping of bean jam. Minako looked on, hoping to God (who she sometimes wondered would also be a Persona available in the future) that there was at least one piece of melon bread left.
"E-Elizabeth?" Minako spoke up shyly, finding it hard to draw her eyes away from the almost perfect shape of Elizabeth's massive backside, along with the thick hips on the blubbery pillars of her legs that could no longer be covered by her stockings and the flared, ample hips that gave her backside such an amorous shape that Arisato could feel her heart pound and her face heat up just looking at it.
Elizabeth turned around, loaves of bread heaped and hoarded within the uncannily puffy masses of her arms which still somehow served her well, despite being a bit harder to bend as the masses and all the bread pressed against the upper part of her bulbous belly which was starting to reach the ground and her impeccably titanic and round, perky breasts which wobbled in such a manner even characters in a Gainax Anime would find just a slight absurd. Her face was so puffy it was almost impeccably adorable alongside her golden eyes with her massive fat cheeks as her neck lost a good amount of definition and she only had her three chins, not far from four, to help define where it could have been. Elizabeth gave her usual small smile, crumbs of many sizes dotted around her mouth.
"Ah, Minako! Very nice to see you! I suppose you deserve some explanation correct? Well...I must admit ever since I sampled the cuisine of this world, I found myself only craving more. As you can see, I have apparently fallen victim to the bewitching force of gastronomy with what I admittedly find a very favorable bi-product. This sensation of being so lusciously large, the impeccable figure I have achieved and this uncannily pleasurable sensation I suddenly feel whenever I consume food...truly a wonder, isn't it?" Elizabeth beamed, smiling widely (well, wide for her)
Minako could feel herself swooning at the sight of Elizabeth's full display of gluttony and corpulence as she stared onwards. She had to admit, she found some odd guilty pleasure in watching Elizabeth glut herself during one of their previous dates at the strip mall, an urge to just feed her as much as her stomach could hold shy of exploding, but she thought it was just a strange thought, something another Shadow could have planted in her. But seeing how massive Elizabeth was, her wide body just shy of being too large to fit inside the school and being tall enough she could probably touch the ceiling if she reached up all the way with one of her bulky, slightly stubby arms...she felt herself squirm inside, resisting an uncanny urge to throw herself onto Elizabeth, latch against her belly in a hug and just never let go, using her as a bed, feeding her and fattening her and...
Wh-what's up with me?! D-don't tell me I'm one of those fat fetishists like on the Internet... Minako blushed as she tried to look away. Even so, she didn't deny the burning passion in her heart. Fat or thin, Elizabeth was Elizabeth. She wanted to whisper in her ear, call her "Her Velvet Blue Butterfly" and just be close.
Elizabeth seemed to detect the passion stirring in the air from Minako, both of them ignoring the woman at the counter asking for payment for all the bread. Elizabeth looked down from her quivering, tender bust and her rolling, downy-soft belly at her...her beloved. She leaned down a bit with a blushed face, making her cheeks look a bit like ripe tomatoes as she bashfully knocked her dimpled knees inwards while she tried to reach out to her. But what to say? The social awkward Attendant's mind raced as she tried to think of the most appropriate thing to suggest that would aid in the passion lingering in the air, even as the school store clerk was bugging the two of them for payment.
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