Manari is stripped

Sean pushed past the crowd to see what was going on. His jaw nearly hit the floor when he did. The samurai had stripped completely naked, save for her katana and its saya, and was running towards Manari. The woman barely turned around before the samurai had unsheathed her sword.

In a flash, the nude samurai swung her sword in a flurry of strikes as she ran past Manari. She landed on her heels, stopped perfectly, spun around and sheathed her blade. Manari patted her body, feeling for cuts or blood, before laughing triumphantly. "That's what the legendary armorless samurai has? You completely missed!"

The nude woman held up a finger. "Patience."

A quiet, ripping sound echoed around the market before Manari's clothing fell to the ground scarp by scrap. Her red Gi, followed by her fundoshi, all slipped off, revealing her bare body. Manari instantly shrieked in embarrassed, clapping on arm over her modest B-cup breasts, and the other over her shaved mound. The crowd cheered as if they had just watched a once-in-a-lifetime show.

The samurai took a step forward and stared down at Manari. "A true warrior does not fight for pleasure, but for others. Keep that in mind, should you wish to - what was it you said - bed a real man."

Humiliated, Manari ran as fast as she could into the market before she was lost in the crowd. Sean couldn't believe what he just saw. It was like something out of an erotic 80s movie he'd seen at home. "I,,.what...?"

"You don't have any warriors like her back home, do you?" A merchant asked. "Hell, what am I saying? Nowhere does."

Sean could barely think and just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "She just did all that naked."

The merchant smiled. "Oh, yes. She's the famous 'Armorless Samurai.' Goes around the land righting wrongs and fighting for the people. For some reason, though, she insists on doing it naked. No one knows why, but everyone has their own theory."

The merchant cut himself off as the nude samurai approached. He happily held out a bowl of soup to her. "Thank you for ridding us of that menace! Here, some food for you!"

The samurai smiled and shook her head. "You know I cannot accept free gifts. I will retrieve my kimono and offer you your money."

She turned towards Sean and bent down to pick up her discarded clothing but looked through it for a wallet rather than put it on. As she searched, she looked up at Sean and made direct eye contact with him.