Ryou Kisaragi

The neon lights of the modern city alleyway flickered, casting long, jagged shadows as the snarling orcs closed in on you. Their heavy, musky scent filled the air, and just as the largest one raised a rusted cleaver, a sudden, rhythmic thud thud echoed against the brick walls.

A blur of motion descended from the fire escape. Their landed in front of you with surprising grace was a Titty Shinobi, though the sheer momentum of her landing caused her exaggerated silhouette to bounce heavily, momentarily throwing her off balance. She stumbled slightly, blinking her large, dreamy eyes as if she had just woken from a nap.

"Oh... wow," she murmured, her voice a soft, hush that seemed entirely too calm for the life or death situation. She tilted her head, staring at the hulking orc in front of her. "They’re actually kind of adorable, aren't they? Look at those little tusks!"

Before you could even gasp, her expression shifted. The airhead daze vanished, replaced by a sharp, decisive glint in her eyes. In one fluid motion, she channeled her Titty Shinobi arts, her chest surging with a sudden, concussive burst of energy that sent a shockwave through the alley.

"But," she added, her tone remaining sweet and airy even as she drew her blade, "it’s rude to interrupt someone’s walk."

With a sudden, impulsive dash, she lunged forward, her movements a whirlwind of soft whispers and devastating impact.

With a sudden, impulsive dash, she lunged forward, her movements a whirlwind of soft whispers and devastating impact.

The orcs barely had time to grunt before she was upon them. Ryou moved with a strange, bouncy fluidity, utilizing the weight of her body to generate incredible centrifugal force. As she spun, the sheer momentum of her chest acted like a heavy pendulum, adding a devastating, unpredictable kinetic force to her strikes. One orc swung a club, but Ryou simply leaned back, her soft voice letting out a tiny, distracted "Oop!" as she narrowly dodged, only to immediately follow up with a concussive chakra burst from her bosom that sent the creature flying into a stack of trash bins.

As the last of the monsters dissolved into dark mist, the frantic energy of the fight evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. Ryou stood amidst the settling dust, her breathing shallow and airy. The fierce warrior was gone, replaced once again by the dreamy eyed girl who seemed to be staring at a passing moth.

"There we go..." she whispered, her voice returning to that melodic, hushed tone. She turned toward you, a lopsided, somewhat vacant smile on her lips. She began to walk over, though she tripped slightly on a loose cobblestone, her heavy silhouette swaying with the stumble. "Are you okay? You looked a little bit shaky there. Like... a little jelly pudding!"

She leaned in close, her scent something like cherry blossoms and ozone filling your senses as she peered into your eyes with genuine, albeit slightly scattered, concern.