4.14
Winged Knight
Still just a crazy man with a wolf on his head
- Location
- Texas
[X] Ask our companions if there is anywhere they would like to visit and go there.
"What would you all like to do?" you ask your companions, turning to them. "I find I've been taking charge too much, and I wouldn't wish to drag you along without consulting you."
"I would have liked to see the temple district," Shirou said, looking toward the northwest with a sigh. "Alas, it is on the other side of the city and you have been asked to remain close to the docks."
"You've no need to restrain yourself on my account, Shirou-san," you say. "There shouldn't be any trouble if you wish to venture that way. Please, go and enjoy yourself."
Shirou's brow furrows as he considers your suggestion, but then shakes his head. "Your offer is appreciated, Sosuke-sama, but I believe I shall remain by your side. It is the best place for me."
"I share in Shirou-san's sentiments," Himawari says. "I would have enjoyed seeing the temples, but Yasuki-sama rightfully wishes for speed along the journey south. We cannot venture too far."
"Well…" Hanabi begins, looking back toward the docks. "If we have to stay near the river, couldn't we go to that theater we passed to get into the port? That shouldn't be too far away."
You follow Hanabi's gaze toward the north. It's difficult to spot since the Little Merchant's District is on a lower incline, but you can just make out the top of the theater house past the sea of tents. The bright red roof shines in the light of the sun, almost glowing like fire.
"That sounds like an excellent idea, Hanabi-san," you say, the woman beaming in response to your words. "It's close by, so it should be fine. Let's make our way there."
The sea of people going about their business has not lessened during the time you have been there, but most move out of the way as you push forward. The majority of these people are peasants, and they grant your party space as you make your way to the docks. Your mon announce your status as Samurai, after all, and if the lower classes didn't understand that then they would the swords at your side.
But only your swords, however… For a moment you feel a sense of loss over your tetsubo. The weapon had been a constant companion, something you had wielded for years. Now it was gone, nothing but a cracked piece of wood remaining.
It seems such a silly thing to lament. You'll just be given another once you return south, after all. But you can't deny the lingering sadness over the weapon's destruction. It's almost like the death of an old friend.
You push aside those thoughts as you make your way past the docks and over the bridge, determined not to sink into melancholy. You can see the theater easily now. The front of the building is curved into a towering half circle, over which you can see it connects to an even taller, rectangular portion of the building in back. You're not certain, but you believe you see a great deal of open space between the center of the half circle and the back of the theater house. That would likely be where the stage is set.
A smile graces your face as you come closer, taking in the sheer size and magnificence of this establishment. You wonder how you could have missed appreciating it earlier, especially since it easily towers over the surrounding buildings. The red lacquer gleams in the noonday light, making it stand out even more. Truly, this is a grand house of the arts.
Soon enough you stand before an impressive set of double doors. The placard above, displayed with obvious pride, reads The Senzai Noh Theater.
"Oh," you say, your enthusiasm draining from you like tea from a cracked cup. "It's a Noh theater."
"Is that a problem, Sosuke-sama?" Shirou asks.
"I guess not. But… Well…" You rub a hand through your hair as you search for the right words. "They're Noh plays."
"And what, pray tell, is the problem with that?" comes a voice from behind the doors. They open to reveal two figures, a man in white and blue flanked by a veiled woman in red and black. By their mon, they are of the Crane and Scorpion Clans. It is the woman who speaks, her gaze piercing you with sharp intent. "Do you have an issue with the honorable art of Noh theater, Crab-sama?"
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"What would you all like to do?" you ask your companions, turning to them. "I find I've been taking charge too much, and I wouldn't wish to drag you along without consulting you."
"I would have liked to see the temple district," Shirou said, looking toward the northwest with a sigh. "Alas, it is on the other side of the city and you have been asked to remain close to the docks."
"You've no need to restrain yourself on my account, Shirou-san," you say. "There shouldn't be any trouble if you wish to venture that way. Please, go and enjoy yourself."
Shirou's brow furrows as he considers your suggestion, but then shakes his head. "Your offer is appreciated, Sosuke-sama, but I believe I shall remain by your side. It is the best place for me."
"I share in Shirou-san's sentiments," Himawari says. "I would have enjoyed seeing the temples, but Yasuki-sama rightfully wishes for speed along the journey south. We cannot venture too far."
"Well…" Hanabi begins, looking back toward the docks. "If we have to stay near the river, couldn't we go to that theater we passed to get into the port? That shouldn't be too far away."
You follow Hanabi's gaze toward the north. It's difficult to spot since the Little Merchant's District is on a lower incline, but you can just make out the top of the theater house past the sea of tents. The bright red roof shines in the light of the sun, almost glowing like fire.
"That sounds like an excellent idea, Hanabi-san," you say, the woman beaming in response to your words. "It's close by, so it should be fine. Let's make our way there."
The sea of people going about their business has not lessened during the time you have been there, but most move out of the way as you push forward. The majority of these people are peasants, and they grant your party space as you make your way to the docks. Your mon announce your status as Samurai, after all, and if the lower classes didn't understand that then they would the swords at your side.
But only your swords, however… For a moment you feel a sense of loss over your tetsubo. The weapon had been a constant companion, something you had wielded for years. Now it was gone, nothing but a cracked piece of wood remaining.
It seems such a silly thing to lament. You'll just be given another once you return south, after all. But you can't deny the lingering sadness over the weapon's destruction. It's almost like the death of an old friend.
You push aside those thoughts as you make your way past the docks and over the bridge, determined not to sink into melancholy. You can see the theater easily now. The front of the building is curved into a towering half circle, over which you can see it connects to an even taller, rectangular portion of the building in back. You're not certain, but you believe you see a great deal of open space between the center of the half circle and the back of the theater house. That would likely be where the stage is set.
A smile graces your face as you come closer, taking in the sheer size and magnificence of this establishment. You wonder how you could have missed appreciating it earlier, especially since it easily towers over the surrounding buildings. The red lacquer gleams in the noonday light, making it stand out even more. Truly, this is a grand house of the arts.
Soon enough you stand before an impressive set of double doors. The placard above, displayed with obvious pride, reads The Senzai Noh Theater.
"Oh," you say, your enthusiasm draining from you like tea from a cracked cup. "It's a Noh theater."
"Is that a problem, Sosuke-sama?" Shirou asks.
"I guess not. But… Well…" You rub a hand through your hair as you search for the right words. "They're Noh plays."
"And what, pray tell, is the problem with that?" comes a voice from behind the doors. They open to reveal two figures, a man in white and blue flanked by a veiled woman in red and black. By their mon, they are of the Crane and Scorpion Clans. It is the woman who speaks, her gaze piercing you with sharp intent. "Do you have an issue with the honorable art of Noh theater, Crab-sama?"
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