"MEMOIRS OF AN OPIUM EATER": Nineteenth Year in the Reign of Hantei XXXVIII, Eighth Day, Month of the Pig
I am no longer the newest samurai in Ryoko Owari, though from the behavior of the newcomer one would hardly think her noble. Her name is Yasuki Nobuko, and she has the sharp face and wiry body of a rat or a street noodle vendor. Her actions do little to dispel either impression.
She is pushy, she leers, she insinuates, she is patently insincere in her flattery, she is too bold and too familiar, and worst of all she seems to care for little other than commerce. Has there ever been such a dull and tiresome woman before in the history of life? Surely not. There is no doubt in my mind that she is some sort of nadir.