Gotoyoshi Stories

Masayoshi's head whipped around. He'd been talking at Gotou more than with him, and Gotou immediately regretted engaging. Masayoshi leaned forward in the jump seat, blue...

"I remember that story," she said, when her phone buzzed in her purse, sitting on the folding table. "It's almost time. You gonna be okay?" Masayoshi...

If anyone would ever want to have any clue or theory to how samurai flamenco should end just read this.