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You turn away from the Gunso, looking back toward the mob. There's no point in engaging them in debate, and they aren't the ones you need to stall. No, you only need to distract the crowd. The Crane you are reasonably sure won't attack unless provoked, and sadly you can't be sure of the same from your own Clan. But if you can waste enough time then maybe you can get out of this situation without anyone dying.
Including yourself, if you can manage it.
"It was a pleasant evening in Mura Sabishii Toshi, the moon hanging in the sky to bring light through the sakura trees," you say. "I had been invited to dinner by my good friends Shirou and Bayushi Mataru. Daidoji Hosaru accompanied us, for we had matters of great import to discuss. Little did we know, however, that we would be fighting for our lives within the hour!"
"Don't you ignore us!" the woman shouts, moving to face you. "We aren't finished!"
You step to the side, keeping your eyes on the assembled Crab Samurai. Thankfully, they appear to be giving you more attention then their Gunso. By the expressions of the men and women in the front you can tell they're still confused, and that's something you can take advantage of. The longer they're off balance the better your chance of success.
Now if only you could keep the sweat from beading on your forehead. There are so many eyes… you wipe your brow and run a few fingers through your long black hair, moving your arm into an expansive gesture to hide the motion.
"We spoke of how best to ensure precious supplies were delivered to our Clan as our food was brought, gazing out from the balcony toward the city below. The efforts of Yasuki Kitano had been thwarted again and again, and we sought an amicable solution to this dilemma. But, just as we thought we might have an answer, assassins struck!"
"Stop this, Hiruma Sosuke," the man growls from behind you. "I will not warn you again."
"They jumped from the other balcony with knives in hand," you go on. "Thinking quickly, I picked up the table and charged, taking two over the side. The others had already rushed my companions, but found themselves unable to overcome their stalwart defense! Indeed, Daidoji Hosaru was masterful with his spear, striking down-"
The world explodes into a cascade of stars as pain erupts from the back of your skull. Those stars fade away into darkness as everything tilts, and your head hits the ground with a crunch. Vision blurry, sound coming as if through water, you cannot make sense of anything. Your thoughts spread out like hot mud, refusing to take shape, and you feel yourself falling…
A hand touches your face, the sensation a point of reference amongst the fading chaos of your mind. With a gasp you claw your way back to full consciousness, coughing to get the dirt out of your mouth. Throbbing pain forces your eyes closed, but after a few moments it fades enough for you to keep them open without too much effort.
Hosaru is crouched over you, his eyes wide with panic. His expression eases when he sees you rouse, and then outrage overtakes everything as he rises to his feet and whirls on the Gunso with his spear held at the ready.
"Come closer and your blood joins his on the ground!" Hosaru roars. "Have you lost your mind?"
"No," the man says, massaging his fist. "But it seems he has."
With a trembling hand you reach behind your head and feel wetness. When you look at your fingers they are coated with blood, and you can't tell if it's from the punch or from hitting the ground. Those last few seconds are lost, and you probably won't be getting them back.
A glance to the crowd reveals they're even more surprised now, but their anger is returning. Whether their ire toward the Crane or at you being struck you have no idea. Regardless, you're losing ground and can't take the risk of them getting riled up further.
"I am thinking clearly," you mutter, rising to one knee. The motion sends a swirling bout of nausea through you, and you pause to keep from falling over again. "Which is more than I can say for the both of you."
"You're not making any sense!" the woman shouts. "Protecting a Clan that housed a betrayer… We're doing this for you!"
"And did I ask you to?" you snap, settling a hand on your knee to steady yourself. "I'm more than capable of fighting my own battles!"
She opens her mouth to respond, but snaps it shut as a hush overtakes the mob. You look over your shoulder to see people moving out of the way, the throng parting in a hurry as someone makes their way to the front. The tension in the air increases, but whereas before it was like a smothering blanket now it feels like a boulder has been set on your shoulders to push you right into the ground.
The towering form of Hida Tanaka comes into view, arms behind his back as if inspecting a legion preparing for battle. His eyebrows raised in pensive question, he looks every inch a commander. Only the tightness in his jaw reveals the lie behind his serenity, a single throbbing vein giving truth the smoldering rage just beneath the surface.
He stops a few paces to the side of you, his glances toward the blood staining your kimono before his eyes return to the paling Gunso. They step back, bowing low on reflex. Hida Tanaka acknowledges this with a nod, and then turns to he can address both them and the crowd with a face that could be carved from granite.
"Hida Atsuki, Toritaka Hino. I did not approve of this gathering," he says, voice soft like the drawing of a blade. "Someone explain this. Now."
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