Keiko achieves victory by showing off one more technique

You knew that if Don was yelling like that, it probably meant he was pouring every last bit of himself into Buchikowasu's gun. That meant there was a pretty good chance the bullet would be so strong that it would simply shatter the mirror-like fragments of that sword when it hit them. If Keiko dodged instead, she'd probably be too slow. In the end, having only defensive techniques might hurt Keiko. Was there anything either of you could do...?

"Fear not, Katappashikara-dono. I've already foreseen the path to victory," Keiko answered telepathically. You knew better than to doubt her by this point. You knuckled down in your seat, rejecting the pleasures of both laziness and fruit-snacking as you devoted yourself to analyzing this last exchange.

{if Keiko's Tier = 3}As Keiko took her final spot, she was still the picture of a proud samurai... You couldn't believe how amazingly she'd preserved her gear so far. As an outsider to this tournament, she and you had both come in and swept your first round. Looking at her proud figure, you couldn't help but feel that everything was going to be alright, no matter how crazy the ultimate plan you two had concocted might sound to anyone else.{endif}

{if Keiko's Tier = 2}As Keiko took her final spot, you thought about how hard she'd fought to come back after being reduced to that fundoshi loincloth. It was no doubt embarrassing for her, but her face didn't even register a hint of that emotion... all you saw was a proud fighter, resolute in her convictions to end this heinous tournament and the tyranny it allowed. You felt happy for her.{endif}

{if Keiko's Tier = 1}As Keiko took her final spot, you couldn't help but find yourself staring at her bare, toned but supple ass again.She was still fighting hard, like a true samurai, despite all of these inconveniences, while everyone gawked at her... That took guts. Despite how rough this first match had gone, you thought the two of you just might get through this together. It was going to be hard to defend her raiment going forward, though, with this arousing picture of what happens when you fail at it stuck in your head...{endif}

"Three! Two! One! Combatants, goooo!" the MC called, swiping her hand down the middle of the arena.

This time, no shot rang out. The rifle fell from Buchikowasu's hands and she, in turn, fell backwards onto her large, bare buttocks. Her eyebrows were twitching and her lips were quivering with indignation... the blades had all flown from Keiko's hilt and, with little fanfare, had scraped the tape off of Buchiko's body, allowing the dollars to fall. Then, for added effect, they swirled like cherry blossoms, cutting up the dollars and the skull face along with them. The last of Buchiko's raiment had been destroyed. "You had the power of an opportunity... But I received that very same opportunity that you did. The difference is not only in our own dedication, but also, in the motivations of our gods," she finished, swiping the hilt through the air and drawing the sword pieces back to it through the air. She blew away bits of the dollars that still clung to her blade like blood. "I pray that we shall all be so lucky as to find gods such as mine... gods who trust in human judgment."

The crowd went wild for this victory, a strong showing by a newcomer to the arena, as an unknown god bested a long-time contestant god, who just so happened to be a ten-time champion. That champion stood up from his chair and dusted off his hands again on his coat, before picking up one more prune from the tray. "Hey kid... You and your priestess did pretty good. Not too bad, not too bad. I'm the god of opportunities, capiche? Now use yours," he chuckled one more time, flashing his dentures at me, before wandering out of the god box.

Huh... Pondering his last words made you wonder if he saw something in you. Maybe that's why he took the time to offer you your first challenge? Perhaps it had all been a test or a way to let you learn the power of your priestess and her ability, before you ventured into the deep waters?

Or maybe the old geezer was just trying to sound cool on his way out. You may never know. For now... all that was left to do was the tattoo. Keiko stepped forward, dismissing her weapon and holding the bladeless hilt outright. The tip began to glow with a grass green light... You'd expected her to show mercy and perhaps forego the tattoo, given the strength of her character, but in the end, you realized that just as symbolic of her character was her dedication to defeating all priestesses. The tattoo was the best symbol of defeat... It became pretty darn difficult to argue for the superiority of your god when the symbol of another, different god showed up on your flesh. "Where do you want it?" Keiko asked, respectfully, though she was a bit terse with her words.

"... My ass," Buchikowasu answered, turning around and lifting her hefty buttocks into the air. You and Keiko were both pretty surprised... even the arena hushed for a moment. Buchiko had made a pretty odd choice. Sensing everyone's discomfort, she looked around the arena, like everyone but her was stupid. "What? It makes sense to put it where nobody's gonna look, right? Geez, if you put it on your arm or some stupid shit like that, everyone's gonna see it when you wear short sleeves," she grunted. Some among the audience agreed with that logic, while others thought that putting it in your bikini area made it seem like a sexual affiliation.

Keiko nodded solemnly, then pressed the flat, brush-like tip of the end of her hilt to one of Buchiko's huge ass cheeks. The other girl let out a cry, not of pain, but of sudden, unbidden ecstasy... that was the sign of a priestess being branded. This sound was a far cry different than the gruff voice she'd been projecting all match, so gruff she could be mistaken for a man if her boobs and ass weren't so huge. She clutched both hands over her head and buried her face in the tile floor, to hide the look of orgasmic pleasure that came from receiving that brand, as Keiko drew a marking on the woman's rear end... my tattoo, the peace sign. By the time it was over, Buchikowasu's hips were twitching in the air and a stream of liquid was running down her thick thighs. The god's tattoo is no ordinary thing. The camera shamelessly panned around to show her asshole and leaking pussy to all of the eagerly watching gods as Keiko closed her eyes and returned towards her gate, looking disgusted with all of them. The image of my tattoo was displayed on every manner as they focused on the defeated girl's over-sized ass.

You'd seen the ritual on Ray-V before, but watching it in person... no, facilitating it... was a whole different beast. The man inside of you was thrilled, but another sympathetic part fully understood Keiko's devotion to ending the whole thing. The two of you had a long road ahead of you, during which your feelings towards the whole Kami Kurabe tournament ought to become much more distinct.

((Buchikowasu's Tier -1))

((Buchikowasu has been tattooed))

((Win +1))