The first season spent an inordinate amount of time introducing and inducting girls into Minato's harem, a process that even harem fans find tedious. At first this season seems to be on the way to rectifying that imbalance. Even if it didn't have ill-placed booby-bombs to sink important scenes, the series still does enough things wrong to lay waste to those that it does right. Not that it would necessarily have worked anyway. Because Sekirei wants very much to be one of those series whose surprising depth belies its puerile surface, and if its puerile surface keeps shanking its surprising depth it'll never make it. It is hard, for instance, to get the full impact of a deathbed request when there is a giant, barely-concealed nipple heaving in the foreground.Īnd that's a real shame. The series' need to bedeck every scene with boobs is so pressing that it often interferes with the series' non-boob-related qualities. Which is a bit of a shame since the series' fan-service is actually very good when applied to more modestly-endowed characters like Benitsubasa. Female characters are as remarkable for their lack of modesty as they are for the size of their boobs, which by the way are so large that after a while they look more like pointy extraterrestrial parasites than human mammaries. If there's any way that an important conversation can take place in the bath, it'll take place in the bath. Whether they fight with water, cloth, fist, sword, or fire, the attacks of the Sekirei are like boob-seeking missiles, shredding, ripping, burning or exploding whatever it is that is keeping their opponents' breasts from enjoying the fresh spring air. The series bends over backwards to work in the greatest quantity of nipples and jiggling jugs that it can. Sekirei isn't just about boobs, but you wouldn't know that by looking at it.
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