Kaguya: Book 1 Chapter 4

Verse 1
And so Princess Kaguya struck out once again, in search of someone who could give her what she needed.

But all that appeared were harmless nightmares, unable to hurt her in the least.

Despite her body's unbearable throbbing, she must go on.

She must continue to fight.

Oh, if only someone would bind me and...

Whoa-ho! Nympho! Nympho alert!

Y-You're wrong. I'm just...

Someone who really wants to be punished, right?

...

Look at her blush! She admits it! She's a nympho!

Verse 2
Five princes asked my hand in marriage.

And to each I gave a test to see his worth as my master.

Verse 3
The first, to bring me the Buddha's begging bowl. He brought me a fake.

Verse 4
The second, a jeweled branch of Hourai.

He, too, brought me a mere forgery.

Verse 5
The third, the Fire Rat's robe.

But alas, he, too, deceived me.

Verse 6
The fourth, a gem from a dragon's neck.

But he failed to withstand the trial and began to resent me.

Verse 7
The fifth, a swallow's cowry shell.

Yet he was injured along the way and proved weak.

Verse 8
All I sought was strength.

Someone to control me and give me the punishment I deserve.

Verse 9
Where, oh where, can I find the prince of my dreams who is able to satisfy me?

Verse 10
The princess sought power in a partner.

But what she found instead was an unexpected figure before her.

A dragon.

The most powerful creature of fantasy, steeped in myth and legend.

At last!

At last her wish was granted!

Princess Kaguya's eyes grew wet.

As if to suppress the fire burning inside, she reached for her weapon.

That one is truly strong, is he not?

Of course he is!

Get a grip, lady! It's a dragon!

Oh, my...Such an exquisite beast!

Wait. What? Is she crying?!

Whoa. Wow. Whoa. She's a nympho, alright.

Princess Kaguya collapsed in tears.

The punishment she had hoped for never materialized, and her body, burning intensely only moments ago,

grew cold once more.

Why?

Why, oh why,

must they all be so weak?

As her eyes overflowed with tears,

her mind gained new clarity.

Her author.

Her author was the only one who could properly punish her.

Discordant Poem
I cannot allow just anyone to punish me.

I will choose my tormentor---

that is part of the fun.

As long as her mate could fulfill her needs, it need not be human.

Strength is the only thing that mattered.

It was so obvious to her now.

Even the strongest in her tale would never be as strong as the one who wrote it all.