Danberu left the dungeon. His mind occupied, he bumped into Ichi, knocking the kid straight onto his back. Danberu's furry bulk had enough weight to easily crush him without trying.

"Ah, excuse me."

Danberu's grunt fell on Ichi as he walked past. Ichi caught a glimpse of Danberu's fiery eyes as the tanuki lord waddled past him. Before Ichi got his bearings the bulk of the tanuki disappeared around a corner. Not that Ichi had anything to say to him anyways. He frowned, thinking he wrong to come down here in the first place.

He looked down the steps into the darkness. Myon was just down those steps. Syon, too. He could face them and get it over with, or he could run away again. Rikya said Satou decided that the Tengu Empire was their next destination, to offload Rikya's annoying prisoners, Myon and Syon.

Ichi couldn't decide what to do about Myon. Myon could easily be sold off tomorrow if he did nothing. Staring into the dungeon, he feet carried him downstairs. In the darkness he felt engulfed as he moved in front of the cages. Myon was asleep, Syon was awake and looking at him.

"H-hello."

Syon's timid voice echoed at him, freezing his blood. The first thing Ichi did was smash Myon's cage. His body changed to bigfoot form and ripped it apart. Ichi grabbed Myon and left.

He let out a long sigh after he escaped from the dungeon. Ichi dropped Myon onto the castle's stone floor.

"There."

Ichi complimented himself. He noticed a thick dull golden band around Myon's midsection. He wasn't in a hurry to take it off. If he would ever get the chance. Ichi debated whether it was a good idea in the first place.

When in trouble, rely on others? Ichi could do that. He scratched his head as he looked down at Myon, then walked away. Fubuki would pick her up, right? Ichi didn't want to call out for him herself, nor did he want to challenge Rikya. It's fine like this, Ichi knew it was a total lie to say it to himself, but he let Myon lie on the ground; so lying to himself was no big deal. Then he tripped.

Ichi's face squished into the carpet, he felt Myon's breast pushing in on his back.

"Should I thank you?" Myon's voice tickled his ear. The dull golden band dug into his back.

"Probably... no. Definitely, no."

Myon stood up, tensing her trapped arms against the dull golden band.

"Mind helping me with this?"

Ichi flipped his body over, staring at Myon above him.

"I'm sorry."

Myon showed confusion.

"About what?"

"About.. the... breast thing."

Myon honestly had no idea what Ichi was talking about. For a second.

"Oh."

Myon kicked Ichi's face on the ground. Ichi took the blow head on as his head snapped back.

"Now, help me."

Ichi rolled on the ground of his own volition. He went back and forth thinking of calling Fubuki or calling Fubuki or calling Fubuki. He smothered his face in the carpet as it went red. He didn't want to do it. Ichi really didn't want to do it.