Gobsmack (after battle)

<What should we do? I don't know if fighting'll get us anywhere at this point…>

To my surprise, Ishmael let out a scoff.

What's there to consider? We have our trump card.

<We have what now?>

Just the right person to teach them something "legit."

After you give it a good @#$@#$ and @$#% it up, go $#%@#$ on it.

Next up, you @%$#$^ the @$%@$% and then soak it in #$#@.

Lastly…

I never knew it was possible for the human tongue to give such detailed accounts of something so sickeningly gruesome.

The Tieqiu crew stood around her like impressionable children, their eyes twinkling with pure, uncharacteristically earnest excitement - some had even begun taking notes.

I'll be damned, she had me struck.

Hoo-ie, that's one damn creative twist 'o wit... She must be what they call the wizardess o' the tongue, eh?

No. That has to be the gob of a witch, yeah.

Even Heathcliff, who must've had his share of rough-and-tumble in the Backstreets, looked unsettled by the time Ryōshū had finished her lesson.

I am impelled to applaud the inventiveness of her language. The pen - Nay, the tongue is mightier than the sword, indeed.

Damn, and here I thought I'd heard my share of the sailor's mouth in all those years I'd spent seafaring.

Guess my vocabulary was only the tip of the vulgarity iceberg.

……

I honestly couldn't fathom why the higher-ups would organize a team of people like you.

It is likely that rational understanding was not in consideration when this roster was established.

And I'm still having trouble figuring out what they were thinking when they assembled this team…

But, I guess… this isn't so bad after all.

Saude, you've finally reached the stage of acceptance. This is a cause for celebration.