Yahiko cannot believe where he's at: beneath a kunoichi, whose various foot odors from her sandals, footwraps, and socks were toying around with the boy's willpower, destroying any sense of pride he had just by virtue of stench.

"Okay Yahiko, I want you to know your place, and from now on, I want you to take the role of my third foot! You understand?" Misao playfully asked Yahiko.

"MMMMPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!" Yahiko replied, wanting to get away from this torture.

"Okay, since you're still not used to this, I will make sure you're exposed to my foot odor constantly until you surrender to my feet and accept your fate as my foot!" Misao claimed as she began to cover the already suffering Yahiko's face with both her feet. As if the articles of footwear covering his face was not enough, her feet became his face's new neighbors wanting to crash the stink-filled party going on in Yahiko's nose. And almost immediately, the smell became much worse for the son of a samurai, wanting to give up as soon as possible. But he knew he cannot afford to give up now, lest he loses all sense of honor he has as a man.

30 minutes have passed...