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For centuries the courtesan establishment, Kakusareta Jōnetsu no Ie, had opened its doors to any and all that could afford the pleasures within. But a much darker, yet more noble reason for its existence, resided in the minds and training of each young woman and girl that worked here and called this place home. While their services were genuine, all of it was at the same time an elaborate illusion constructed during times of great desperation and war. When women were seen as weak and never once suspected of holding the capability to forever silence a man.
At its birth it had come out of necessity for women whose husbands had been lost to war. With no other way to support themselves during such ruthless times of their history, these women started the house merely for prostitution, never knowing how great and renowned it would someday become. But after a few short years survival had turned to bitterness. Even in holding their own house for the delights of men, they were still seen as lower, objects to be played with and tossed aside. All of it, funny enough, came to fruition from a mere accident: a man taking his payment too far, resulting in the poor woman’s act of self-defense which resulted in ending his life.
Death by a woman would have been disgraceful enough, but death at the hands of a paid woman of pleasure would have been so much worse. Much less admitting that he had been there in the first place. Some would call it luck, others would call it fate, but for whatever reason the quick disposing of his body showed them what could be their true calling.
What started as a two room house that would easier be called a shack, grew larger and more grand on its mountain perch into one of the loveliest and most sought after tayuu houses in all of Nisshoki. No longer a mere place of prostitution, but now a strong and noble place for women to show their true and hidden strength.
It stood proudly in its forest tuck away, surrounded by sakura trees, supported by the stone of the mountain and accessed by a charming foot bridge over a gentle stream. Its coloring of deep crimson and delicate white promised passion and mystery to any that passed through its doors. It was at this very place that Hiromi had been taken to at age eight to begin her training as an assassin in the guise of a tayuu.
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