Are we permitted to ask about the novels in question? Has the first one been published?
Since I'm not yet published, I'll be keeping the specifics of the novel under my hat for now. Sorry, but I don't want to cause any potential issues after hopefully getting a publisher. For right now I'm still looking for an agent. It's tough finding people to take on a new author. I've hope I'll be published one day, though. I've just got to keep writing and keep sending our queries.
In the meantime, let's have an update.
[X]Report, in military style.
Over the course of your journey you have learned words hold great power. A story can turn the hearts of even the most stalwart Samurai, inflaming passions or bringing forth a flood of tears. In the right place, at the right time, a tale of bravery could make even a coward's heart grow and make bitter enemies work together. Stories can change the world.
This is not that time and place. Here and now you have Kitsuki Ryojiro, the Daimyo of a Great Clan Family, looking at you for an explanation for these disruptive events in his city. Looking briefly into his eyes, you are once again reminded of a storm in the distance. This is a man of great insight, perceiving more of the world around him than any would believe possible. To you, in these lands, his word is law.
So you fall back on your training, old instincts long ingrained coming to the fore.
"Yes, Kitsuki-sama," you say, giving a brief bow before continuing. "I had taken my leave to enjoy your city with my friend Shirou, and in the process of visiting a temple I met with Kitsu Himawari-san."
You motion to Himawari, pointedly ignoring the glare Hanabi sent her out of the corner of her eye. You're not entirely certain why mentioning your meeting would spark the ire of the Mirumoto Bushi, but at the very least she isn't being
too obvious with her dislike. It does not embarrass you all in front of the Kitsuki Family Daimyo, at the very least.
"Afterward I left with them to enjoy some tea, where I ran into Mirumoto Hanabi-san. She had been relieved of duty, and desired our company. After that is when I perceived the result of the events Asako Akio-sama described."
"So you saw that wall of my castle being blown out even from the street," Kitsuki Ryojiro says, his tone even. "I can only assume half the city did if it was so clear to you even at that distance."
"It seems likely, my Lord," you reply, not sure exactly how to respond. You decide to just keep going. "From that plume of fire I saw something falling through the air, which landed further up the street from us. It was an injured man who had his face covered, and he had used a Mirumoto Bushi as a cushion for his fall. He looked at me with eyes that glowed in shadow, and I decided he could only be an enemy and reacted accordingly."
"There seems to be quite a lot of that happening today," the Dragon Daimyo says. "How did you fare in your meeting with this individual, Hiruma-san?"
"I struck him, but he blocked with his injured arm and used my attack to launch him toward an alley," you answer. "He proceeded to leap from wall to wall, presumably to reach the rooftops and escape, when he was assaulted by another masked figure. The first man collapsed to the ground, Asako-sama's mask falling from his form." You pause for a moment, frowning. There's no good way to say this, so you continue. "The second masked figure… He was almost certainly an agent of the Shadow Dragon."
"What?" Kitsuki Ryojiro asks, his eyes going wide. It is not the measured response you have seen from him before, but instead genuine shock. He places his hands flat on the table and leans back.
"Darkness leaked from his form, and as I moved to stop him from taking Asako-sama's mask others joined him," you continue. "The alleyway turned into a corridor of shadows filled with eyes and grinning mouths as we fought them, barely holding the creatures off. I believe we could have won, but it would have been a near thing. Asako-sama's timely intervention settled the matter before it escalated to that point."
Kitsuki Ryojiro is quiet for almost a full minute, staring at nothing. His hands have balled into fists, his knuckles growing white. The seconds tick by as the Dragon Daimyo takes slow, measured breaths. A glance at his eyes reveals that the grey has become darker, more pronounced. The storm has arrived, heralding the Daimyo's anger.
You can only hope that it is not directed at you.
The Daimyo rises suddenly, moving away from his chair and toward the window behind his desk. His every motion is carefully controlled, as if taking deliberate care not to break something. He looks out from it onto the castle grounds and the city beyond, observing his domain.
"Two dark powers at play in my city, and one connected to the Nothing," he says softly. He rests a hand on the wall next to the window, his shoulders stiff. "Even now the remnants of Moto Shinichiro plague our lands. Will we
never be rid of his touch?"
Could he think that those Shadowspawn were from those bandits left over from Moto Shinichiro's army? you wonder, taking care not to pay too much attention to the Daimyo's restrained display of emotion.
I guess they very well could be.
After all, it is not as if you know where those creatures came from. In truth, you're not entirely sure where the first man came from either, save that he was almost certainly Tainted. They were of two different groups, but you've little idea of what their goals were aside from pure speculation. That alone is hardly proof, and you'd not waste the Daimyo's time with it unless directly asked.
Still, it seems this might be an excellent time to reveal the existence of Moto Shinichiro's copy. It's already known in both Dragon and Unicorn lands that bandits formed from the remains of his army exist, some no doubt corrupted by the touch of the Nothing. Kitsuki Ryojiro is angry right now and deep in his own thoughts, but should that keep you from telling him what you know?
Speak, or remain silent. You must choose.
[] Reveal that a copy of Moto Shinichiro exists in Dragon Lands.
[] Remain silent.
[] Write in.