By the time the female ninja realized what was happening, it was already too late.
The Reins of the Hanged bound her slender limbs and yanked her down viciously, smashing her onto the roof of the Ferris wheel cabin with a clang.
Creak, creak.
The hemp rope stretched freely, winding around the cabin several times, firmly binding Asaki's body.
It was only then that the female ninja began to panic, but by then her body was bound tightly by the grotesquely shaped knots.
She tried to twist her body, but apart from making her current state appear more erotic, it was futile. She could only blush with embarrassment and scold Kamiyagawa in a delicate angry voice, "You're despicable! You're certainly no samurai!"
"I've been told that before. And I was never a samurai to begin with."
Kamiyagawa, the Ghost Hand, knife in hand, approached Asaki who was like a lamb awaiting slaughter.
