Glory of the Emerald Empire (Legend of the 5 Rings Quest)

[Winged Knight]

[x] Refer to it, but at one remove.
- [x] "My Lord... I believe that my Lord Yasuki Goro has some information that addresses that point. You might wish to take it privately."

Courtier Roll: 5k3=29

You consider simply telling the Dragon Daimyo what you know, but with so many other people in the room that may not be the best idea. At the very least you should give Kitsuki Ryojiro the opportunity to compose himself and have some more control over the situation. This is the head of a Great Clan Family, and he deserves your respect.

However, there will be no better time than now to tell the man this. If you delay, he may demand to know why he wasn't informed sooner. The only thing that would keep him from asking that question for the last few days would be the difficulty of arranging a private meeting. But right here, right now, after what has happened that reasoning will no longer have weight.

There is no other time than now.

"My Lord..." you begin, choosing your words with great care. I believe that my Lord Yasuki Goro has some information that addresses that point. You might wish to take it privately."

Kitsuki Ryojiro turns, his posture so stiff that it is almost like a puppet being operated by a man behind a screen. He looks at you with wide eyes, the dark grey like a tempest smashing into the world. For a brief moment you cannot move, cannot even breathe, as this man looks past all your layers and sees deeply into everything that makes you what you are. No secrets are hidden from his sight.

And then he relaxes, his shoulders losing their rigidity. Kitsuki Ryojiro sighs and returns to his seat, suddenly looking very tired. But when he glances up at you again, he is smiling. The expression of honest affection takes you aback compared to the man's earlier anger, and you have to keep your shock from showing on your face as the Dragon Daimyo speaks.

"Hiruma-san," he says softly. "I appreciate what you are trying to do."

You blink. "Kitsuki-sama? I'm not sure I understand."

"You are trying to give me privacy to share what you believe to be sensitive information," he says, waving a hand at the others in the room. "And I thank you for that. You are a good man." He leans in close, and when he speaks his voice is sharp like drawn steel. "But if you know something about the threats plaguing the lands given to me for protection by my Clan and the Emperor himself, then you should reveal them to me right now."

You keep yourself from flinching, but it is a near thing. The maelstrom behind the Dragon Daimyo's gaze has not lessened, exactly, merely focused itself. What was once anger without a target has now become one with a goal. You do not believe it is aimed at you and your Lord… But you're certainly not as far away from it as you'd like to be.

There will be no delays with this man, no hiding. You can see that now, and know that if you try to stall then the appreciation the Daimyo has for you will vanish like smoke in the wind. For the sake of your mission, and perhaps even your very well being, that cannot be allowed.

"On the way here we received word about the bandits formed by the remnants of Moto Shinichiro's army, Kitsuki-sama," you say. "And learned about the one who is leading them. It is…" You take a deep breath. "They are being led by a copy of Moto Shinichiro himself. A semblance of the Great Traitor yet lives, born from the Egg of P'an Ku."

Kitsuki Ryojiro goes completely still. He looks to the side, hiding his gaze. No one talks, as if the whole world is holding its breath. You find yourself sweating as if you wait for the man's response, no matter the chill breeze blowing in from the window. The silence is smothering, like a blanket around your face, and you have to keep from fidgeting in your seat beneath the pressure of it all.

"I see," he says at last, his voice completely emotionless. "And how do you know this?"

"I met a Unicorn Samurai by the name of Shinjo Wanli in Dragonfly lands," you answer. "She comes bearing a message for you, wishing to give aid. My delegation was moving more swiftly through to Dragon Lands, however, and though she wished to keep this secret entrusted me with her message to bring to you when there was a private moment to inform you."

"Interesting," he says, his voice still without tone or inflection. "I will have her brought up to Shiro Kitsuki, and call for your Lord so that I may speak with him. There will be much to discuss." He motions at you with a hand. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Hiruma-san. I wish you a good day."

The dismissal is obvious, and you accept it gratefully. You stand and bow, as do your companions. Asako Akio, as well, rises to his feet. The Elemental Master follows you. Stepping out into the hall feels like a great weight has been lifted from your shoulders. The door behind you closes with all the finality of a funeral gong, and as you walk away you know that the world has changed.

"I thank you as well, Hiruma-san," Asako Akio whispers as you all make your way to the stairs. "I had feared something of the man I called friend remained in some form… Well, I suppose we shall deal with that when we come to it."

He walks ahead of you, taking the stairs briskly. You follow after, and you cannot shake the feeling you have just kicked off a pebble atop a mountain. The avalanche is building, rolling down with terrible strength and fury as events go into motion like a surging tide that cannot be stopped.

Now if only you knew whether or not you were riding atop that wave, or standing in front of it.

[] Report to Yasuki Goro.
[] Speak with Asako Akio.
[] Speak with your companions.
[] Write in.

 

[Winged Knight]

[x] Report to Yasuki Goro.

"Well," Hanabi says, forcing a smile onto her face. The strain of it is obvious, however, as she turns to look at you. "That was certainly… something. Hiruma-san, what-"

She cuts off as you give her, and the rest of your companions, a quick bow. "I am sorry, my friends, but I must go see to my lord immediately about what has happened. I wish you all well."

You're moving before anyone has a chance to speak, taking the stairs two at a time. This is really quite dangerous, but your duty will not allow anything less. Asako Akio looks up briefly as you dash past him, but does not show any undue shock at your haste. Slowing only the slightest so that you may pass without jostling the Elemental Master of Fire, you touch the floor and rush off.

Servants move out of the way as you all but run, moving as quickly as you can without causing a scene. Your progress is something between a fast walk and an all out charge, your long legs eating up ground as you make your way toward the chamber where the feast took place.

And then it strikes you there is no reason that Yasuki Goro would still be there, and reluctantly slow your pace to pull a servant aside to ask where your Lord is. After consulting with a few of her fellows, you learn that your superior is taking his ease in a garden located where a portion of the castle touches upon the mountains.

You bow and thank the woman for her efforts before rushing off again, moving as quickly as you dare. Your journey takes you down yet more stairs and to the next tower over, where you proceed to climb. By this point you've gathered a light sheen of sweat despite the chill weather, and while not labored your breathing is certainly coming out more harshly than you would like. The Crab are built for endurance, not dashing about.

Soon enough you come upon a small garden set with a small pond surrounded by well tended trees, with rocks strewn about to provide convenient places to sit. Yasuki Goro is resting upon one such rock, looking out at the pond observing the koi. He seems deep in contemplation, but turns his head when you approach.

"Sosuke-san, are you all right?" Yasuki Goro asks, rising to his feet. "Your kimono is torn…" He pauses, looking you over more closely. "Does this have anything to do with what caused all that noise earlier?"

"Yasuki-sama, much has happened in the last hour," you respond. "I felt it best to inform you before these events took you unawares."

Yasuki Goro narrows his eyes. "Please explain, Sosuke-san."

The courtier's expression turns grim as you report Asako Akio's assault of the intruder and what happened immediately afterward, your voice pitched low to hide from any who might overhear. That stoicism is broken when you explain the attack by the Shadowspawn, Yasuki Goro's eyes going wide with alarm. The man opens his mouth to speak, likely to express his shock, but closes his mouth as you continue. He's recovered by the time you reach the point where you told Kitsuki Ryojiro about the copy of Moto Shinichiro, but his frown is so sharp it could cut stone.

Your lord cups a hand under his chin, deep in thought. You can see his mind racing, running in dozens of different directions as he tries to plot out the best course of action. He mutters to himself, too softly for you to hear, as he works every angle. Finally, after spending several minutes considering your report, he nods and turns back to you.

"Matters are progressing far more swiftly than I had anticipated, Sosuke-san," he said. He exhales, his face softening. "But I believe you did the correct thing. After being called in like that, there was little you could do the deny the Daimyo. And, in truth, there is unlikely to have been a better time than that moment to reveal what we knew."

You breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you, my lord. I… I must admit I was worried about that."

"Do not trouble yourself further," Yasuki Goro replies, waving a hand to brush the matter aside. "For now, I will place myself in a more public setting and await Kitsuki-sama's summoning. From there… From there we shall see what can be arranged."

"And myself, Yasuki-sama?" you ask. "What should I do?"

"You need to be on hand should your presence be required for any further matters," he says without hesitation. "For the time being I want you to stay within Shiro Kitsuki proper to ensure we can locate you easily."

"As you say, my Lord," you reply, bowing. "I wish you the best in your discussions with Kitsuki-sama."

"Thank you, Sosuke-san," Yasuki Goro replies, bowing to you. "And thank you for swiftly bringing this to my attention. I shall do my best to ensure these events do not interfere unduly with our mission here."

Watching after your superior as he walks back into the castle, you are quite surprised when a deep sense of exhaustion overtakes you. It is more than physical weariness, though you are a little from all the walking and running you have done having fought less than an hour ago. No, this is a mental fatigue. Between court, combat and reporting to Kitsuki Ryojiro you feel you're just about finished with today.

You sit down on one of the stones and look out at the pound, observing the koi as they swim about. Their orange and silver forms dart across the water, seeking whatever catches the attention of their little minds. It's really quite relaxing, sitting there and observing them. You feel tension in your shoulders you weren't even aware of fade away as you watch the fish, enjoying a moment of peace.

[] Relax and observe the koi.
[] Get something to eat.
[] Write in.

 

[Winged Knight]

[x] Relax and observe the koi.


The chill wind bites at you as you sit, looking at the pond and the fish within. That breeze makes a faint whistling noise as it tumbles through the mountain, a soft keening on the edge of hearing that helps clear some of the fog from your mind. You're not sure how long you focus on that sound as you gaze at the koi, appreciating their forms as they dart through the water.

You idly note that it is remarkably frigid despite winter being almost half a year away. It is a far cry from your own lands, so warm and humid even in the most biting cold. You're too tired to care much for it, but it is surprising the koi are as active as they seem in such weather. Perhaps the water is warmed like the hot springs from yesterday?

The simple splendor of this place, so high in the world yet holding a pocket of vibrant color, helps to soothe your tired thoughts. You can see why Yasuki Goro was taking his ease within this garden. The peace of this place overcomes all your worries with a slow but overwhelming gentleness, leaving you with a sense of contentment.

A sudden whimsy strikes you, and with a smile you open your mouth to speak.

"Swimming in summer.
Circles in the water soothe,
Swimming in my mind."

It is a good poem, mentioning summer and connecting it to the fish you are observing. Even one of the Crane would have to admit to its charm. Your smile widens, and you decide to try your hand at another haiku.

"Shimmering silver.
A quick flash of golden scales,
Gone from my sight soon."

That was evocative, focusing on the splendor of the koi. It is not connected with any season, but the fish make fine subjects for the poem. Perhaps it is your fatigue, or the peace you feel within this garden, but you are having some good fortune crafting haiku. You open your mouth to try for another…

And the sound of applause interrupts before you can begin. You turn around to see Togashi Kohaku standing near the entrance to the castle. He smiles at you and bows, something you respond to by rising and doing likewise. A quick glance shows the shadows of the trees have moved, marking the journey of the sun. Just how long have you been sitting here, enjoying the serenity of the garden?

"Please, Hiruma-san, do not stop on my account," he says as he approaches the pond. "I was enjoying your poetry, and you seemed to have another ready to come forth."

"If you wish, Togashi-san," you reply, shifting your feet ever so slightly. This is… Well, there's a big difference reciting poetry to oneself and having an audience. But you'll not be so rude as to deny the man's request. You are, after all, a guest among the Dragon.

"Jewels of color,
Studied with silent laughter,
Do steady the sword."

"Another fine poem," Kohaku says. He sits down on one of the rocks near yours, and you return to your seat so as not to loom over him. "If you would permit, Hiruma-san, I would like to try my own hand at it."

"Please, by all means," you respond. "I would enjoy that greatly."

"Pondering koi.
A scintillating splendor,
Within the stillness."

"A fine haiku, Togashi-san," you say, nodding in appreciation.

It truly is, and you mean your words without a trace of flattery. That was a winding poem, at first focusing on the koi and then moving on to the pond they live in. The shift was subtle yet quick, implying that the beauty of the koi could only truly be appreciated in the expanse of the pond. Perhaps it is a metaphor? You wouldn't be terribly surprised, considering the Dragon.

"My thanks, Hiruma-san," Kohaku replies. "It touches on something near and dear to my heart."

"Oh? I hope I do not pry, Togashi-san, but could you tell me what that is?" you motion to the pond. "Unless you mean the koi."

"No, Hiruma-san, though they are quite lovely," Kohaku answers. "I mean stillness. Peace… Peace is something I appreciate very much." He takes a deep breath, folding his hands into his lap and leaning forward to better look at the pond. "And I fear it will be leaving my home all too soon."

[] Ask what Kohaku means.
[] Stay silent.
[] Write in.

 

[Winged Knight]

[X] Stay silent.
-[X] slow, serious, somber nod.


You give him a slow, solemn nod. No words escape your lips, however. In truth, you're not exactly certain what to say. The monk speaks of matters self evident, after all. Peace will be leaving his lands soon, if you are any judge. There can be little doubt of that with the forces currently in motion.

Peace… It is an odd concept for you. For much of your life peace has merely been the time waiting for the next battle. Even when the terrible hordes of the Shadowlands are not organized, they are no less malicious. So often they attack, again and again with little respite. Those moments of rest are something to be cherished.

And for so many outside your lands those moments can go on for years. You close your eyes, trying to take in that fact. The very idea that many in the Empire might go years, sometimes even decades, without any sort of conflict still amazes you even with your greater experience. And what battles do occur are between the Clans themselves, not against the true enemy. It is a testament to the efforts of your Clan, really, that these lands so far north so rarely see the abominations of Jigoku.

But you know that even the might of the Crab cannot fully contain the evils of the Shadowlands… For a brief moment you smell blood on the wind, and the scent of it makes you shudder. Will you ever be free of that cave, or will the memory of those events haunt you till the end of your days?

You fear you already know the answer.

"I see you understand me," Togashi Kohaku says. You open your eyes to properly acknowledge him. "War is coming to these lands." He sighs. "In truth, I wish we could leave the madness of Moto Shinichiro behind us. To hold on to hate… It does things to us, terrible things."

"Sometimes hate is all we have," you reply softly. "Sometimes it is the only thing that lets us survive."

"Survive?" Kohaku questions. He cocks his head almost as if tasting the word. "Hmm… Perhaps. But hate is a powerful drink, burning fiercer than the strongest shochu. It can keep one moving in dark times, but to hold it too close risks being poisoned by it. Hate will cloud the eyes and leave one blind if it fills their cup for too long."

"And what if there is no choice?" you ask, turning your head to face him. "What can one do in the face of pure, unbridled evil but hate it utterly? Without that… Without that, could it ever be opposed? I fear without hating evil, then evil would consume us all."

"I know," Kohaku replies. "And that is a tragedy even worse than the ones I fear coming to my lands now. Your people suffer daily so ours may live without experiencing those horrors. The Crab endure, for the Crab are strong." He gives you a sad smile. "I suppose I just worry about those days, during the war with the Unicorn and the rampage of Moto Shinichiro. There was so much anger then… Anger that has never truly left."

He sighed and shook his head, rising to his feet and brushing off his robes. He bows deeply to you, and you rise to respond in kind. When Kohaku straightens, he is still wearing that sad smile on his face.

"I just wanted to see you for a moment, to witness the herald of these events." He raises a hand before you can speak. "I do not blame you. What is happening was always going to happen, and you are only the messenger. But Hiruma-san… You always seem to find yourself embroiled in matters like these, and events have a way of shifting when you appear. I believe you have attracted the gaze of fate, and I fear it will be a difficult road to walk." The smile widens, but it seems brittle and… pitying? "But if you ever need to rest, this garden is a good place to lay down your burdens for a short while."

He leaves, and you are once again alone. You sit back down and look back toward the koi, but your thoughts are no longer deeply engrossed in their silky grace as they cut through the water. Instead you are thinking of the days to come.

It will take at least a week for Shinjo Wanli to arrive and all the necessary forces prepared to assault the foes within these lands. That leaves you with a week to yourself, barring your Lord or Kitsuki Ryojiro calling on you again. You can't spend all of that time just resting in this garden, no matter how much you might wish to.

So as you sit and watch the koi, you decide just how you shall spend these brief days of rest before you are once again called to battle. The storm is fast approaching, but it has not arrived yet. There is still time yet before you return to the duty that is your life.

It would be best to spend it wisely.

[] Interact with your comrades.
[] Speak with one of the other delegations.
[] Investigate the Pale Radiance.
[] Timeskip to Shinjo Wanli's arrival.
[] Write in.

 

[Winged Knight]

[x] Seek out Yasuki Goro if he can be found, and if you can get a private moment, raise again your concerns about the Pale Radiance. Perhaps we ought to mention them to the diamyo? It may well be nothing, but if it is not nothing, it would be good to deal with it.
-[x] If he is not available (say, if he is currently in conversation with the diamyo) then seek out your friends instead. It is of course the case that nothing will have gone horribly wrong in your absence. Your companions are surely far to sensible for that sort of thing in a time as serious as this. Still... best to be certain.
-[x] Regardless, remain within the castle and in a place you can be found until Yasuki-sama says otherwise.


Days pass in a quiet rush as the inhabitants of Shiro Kitsuki prepare for battle. There is no clangor, no shouting mass as Bushi gather and train for the conflict that is to come. Instead the Mirumoto are quiet and solemn as they go about the hundred various tasks that must be completed arranging a large force for war.

War… There can be no doubt that is what this is. There are hundreds of Bushi within Shiro Kitsuki, and many of them are coming together to assault these bandit remnants of Moto Shinichiro's army. Once Shinjo Wanli arrives then they will be properly directed, know more completely what they are up against. And from the expression you see on the faces of many of these warriors, they are eager for blood.

It is both familiar and different at the same time. Familiar in that within the lands of the Crab war is a constant. The sight of Bushi training in the courtyard of the castle, fully armored, reminds you of home. Their eagerness is what is different. No proper Crab Samurai would shirk their duty, and some even joke about enjoying a good scrap with the monsters of the Shadowlands, but none are what you would call eager…

You don't linger on the thought for very long. It's not important, and you have other issues to attend to.

"I did not forget your concerns about the teahouse, Sosuke-san," Yasuki Goro tells you during that span of days, finding the time to speak with you. He has been in and out of meetings with various functionaries, which has taken up most of his attention. "And I reported the matter to Kitsuki-sama during one of our meetings."

"Did anything come of it?" you ask.

"Nothing," your superior replies, shaking his head. "A troop of Bushi and some of the Kitsuki Investigators searched the place from top to bottom and found no sign of any disturbing activity, related to the Shadow or otherwise. They even had a Shugenja come in, but no disturbance could be detected."

"I see," you say, not sure exactly what to think. You had been so sure that letter you received was related to all this somehow… "I suppose it was just a waste of time, then."

"Do not feel that way," Yasuki Goro says, his voice stopping just a few steps from recrimination. "In a situation such as this, combating the forces arrayed against us, we must always be vigilant. Your concern was a valid one, Sosuke-san, and so it was looked into. That nothing was found is not something to bemoan, for knowing where your enemy isn't is almost as important as knowing where he is."

You smile. "That sounds like something straight from Akodo-no-Kami's book, Victory."

"Yes, well," Yasuki Goro says, straightening his kimono. "I have been having many conversations these evenings with Ikoma Kagami-san." He smiles. "She's a delight to talk with, especially over tea. The Ikoma Bards truly have a wide breadth of knowledge, and she is quite adept at sharing it."

That makes you blink. You hadn't known your Lord was spending time with one of the other diplomats in anything other than business. "I hope you have been enjoying yourself, Yasuki-sama."

"As much as I'm able, with all the ruckus going about," he replies. "Speaking of which… You're free to go into the city if you wish, Sosuke-san. Kitsuki-sama has mentioned to me that he'll speak with you again when Shinjo Wanli-san arrives, and that he does not require your presence for right now."

"I see. My thanks, Yasuki-sama."

So it is, a day after your conversation with your lord, that you sit with Shirou in one of the eating halls of the castle. You've rice and vegetables aplenty, of course, though little in the way of actual meat aside from some grilled fish. You could have taken some of the goat, but frankly you'd prefer to keep your distance from that until you absolutely have to eat it.

Your friend is the only one of your companions you've had steady contact with the last few days. Hanabi has been as busy as the rest of her Mirumoto comrades, of course, and is preparing for war. That leaves her little time to spend with other matters, though she is always happy and cheerful spending time with you when she can get a few minutes away.

Himawari, meanwhile, has offered whatever service the Daimyo might need of a Shugenja. Mostly she has been walking about the city with the Tamori, communing with the kami to best ensure no intruders remain within the city. A great deal of her time, however, has also been spent performing cleansing rituals for the homes of the peasantry. With recent events the populace has been frightened, but the monks and priests of the city have been quick to allay their fears.

All this has left you and Shirou mostly to your own devices. Your meal has gone mostly in silence, your friend focused on his food. You've not been much for conversation either, instead wondering on recent events. The words of that Togashi Monk, Kohaku, come back to you as to chew on a portion of fish. You recall the pitying expression on his face, how he spoke of fate and your place in it…

You've not been focusing on his words, per se, but every now and then the memory intrudes on your thoughts. You want to dismiss the man's concerns, to write it off as Dragon mysticism. But with everything that has happened to you these last months, can you really afford to brush off Kohaku's insight?

In truth, you're not entirely certain how to feel.

[] Talk with Shirou.
[] Finish your meal and seek something else to do.
[] Write in.

 

[Winged Knight]

[x] Talk with Shirou


There's no use musing too deeply on the matter of fate. You don't have answers, and obsessing over such things leads to nothing but frustration. Better to enjoy what relaxation you can before the tumult to come. The world may dash around you, but that doesn't mean you have to let the chaos intrude on your life.

At least, you dearly hope that is the case. All too often you've found yourself wrapped up in grand events. Matters here seem little different… You shake your head to throw off the thought. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid thinking about. But despite your best efforts, you cannot escape your concerns. They cling to your mind like insects from a swap, biting into your flesh and drawing blood. No matter how you swat at them, more will always take their place.

If that is the case, then sharing your burden with a willing ear might help to lessen the weight. At the very least it could help you get a proper measure of your place in the world. Or confuse you further, like so much else in your life... Well, if that is the case at least the experience won't be anything you haven't had to live with already.

You set down your chopsticks and look up at Shirou. "It's certainly been an interesting few days."

"Indeed," your friend replies before placing his serving of miso soup to his lips. He drains the bowl quickly and sets it aside. "Though I must admit I half-expected some sort of excitement while we were here, so these events are not a complete surprise to me."

"Really now?" you ask, leaning forward with your elbows on the table for support. "So you believed something like this might happen?"

"Ah, well," the monk says, giving you an embarrassed smile. "Perhaps not exactly like this. I was more anticipating you making an impression on the populace during some of the events held at court."

"An impression?"

"By which I mean you gain the esteem of those around you," Shirou answers. "Like with your storytelling, for instance. I've heard quite a bit about that."

"It was nothing…"

"It was certainly quite a bit more than that," he says. He sighed and put down his chopsticks. "It's a shame that court events have been canceled. I would have liked to see what you did, and maybe participated myself."

"It's not surprising, really. Not with everything going on," you say, waving a hand. You're not motioning at anything in particular, but instead taking in the totality of the last few days. "There's little time for such things with a battle looming."

"I can't disagree," Shirou says. He grins wryly at you. "We always seem to find ourselves in the thick of things, don't we? There's never a dull moment."

"Yes…" you begin, trailing off. You take a deep breath, then continue. "Shirou-san, may I ask you an odd question?"

"You may ask me anything you wish, Sosuke-sama."

That makes you smile. Of course Shirou would say something like that. The monk has been a pillar of stability in your life, a rock weathering all the storms that have come to pass. It's not that he doesn't care, but rather that he embraces trouble with serenity and grace. You cannot deny that you're somewhat envious of the man for that, but grateful all the same for his presence in your life.

"Shirou-san, what would you do if you realized you were under the mantle of fate?" you ask. "More so than most people, I mean. How would you manage with having a destiny of great import?"

"What would I do?" your friend asks, echoing your question. "I would try my best to walk the paths before me, seeking the best possible end."

Your brow furrows. "But Shirou-san, if one is under the guidance of destiny doesn't that mean there can only be one end?"

"I do not believe so, Sosuke-sama," Shirou replies. "That would take away from a person's responsibility, and make their actions meaningless." He nods to himself. "No, I believe that even with fate we have choice. We can travel on the route set out for us, or choose another. The path may be difficult, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. By making that choice we ensure there is meaning, even if someone else created the road we walk upon."

That is certainly a unique insight. You're not much for theology, and have only a basic understand of the Heavens and the Fortunes who live there. You know even less of destiny and the fates that direct all people. But what Shirou is saying, that the act of choosing your fate is what gives it meaning…

Well, it's certainly a comforting thought.

[] Write in.

 

[Winged Knight]

[x] "Well, best be prepared, then."
-[x] Suggest to Shirou to go train together.


Your worries begin to fade as you consider Shirou's words. Your friend, as always, has given you sage council. It brings a smile to your lips as you consider everything you two have been through together. Though you have known each other for only a few months, you have made a grand friend in Shirou. That alone takes the sting out of your trials.

It even, to just the lightest degree, softens your memories of the cave. If Shirou was not there, giving you his gentle support… Well, it is best not to consider such things. Suffice it to say, you are once more grateful for the presence of such a good friend in your life.

"Well," you say, standing up. "We had best be prepared then."

Shirou blinks at you. "Sosuke-san?"

"If it is my fate to be involved in such turbulent times, then I think I had best be ready," you respond. "And if I decide to take the hard path of abandoning that road, then I should be prepared for that too."

"I suppose that makes sense, Sosuke-sama," Shirou replies. He stands up. "I suppose we are going to do some training, then?"

"If you're up for it," you say. "So far there's not bee a lot to do, and I've just been going through kata by myself."

"I'm always up for some exercise," Shirou says. "It's something of a prerequisite amongst the followers of Osano-wo, after all."

"When you're not challenging the Fortune to strike you down, you mean," you say with a grin as you both walk out of the dining area.

"We see it as preparation," Shirou says. "After all, one cannot survive the touch of the Fortune of Firer and Thunder if the body is weak."

"True enough."

Shiro Kitsuki holds a number of training areas, both for its residents and for guests. The smaller dojos within the castle proper are more for the latter, however, with the former going through drills in their garrisons or the expansive courtyards within the caste's gates. These places have never been empty during your time here, but in these last few days they are positively bustling with Mirumoto Bushi as they prepare for war.

You could probably train amongst them, but you would prefer a more private training session with your friend right now. Walking out of the tower you were eating in, you make your way toward the dojo where Shirou and Togashi Kimi sparred days ago. Your route takes you across the courtyard where several Mirumoto are going through kata with their Niten style, both blades flashing.

A glance is all you need to properly appreciate the skill of the Mirumoto, and even more their incredible discipline. Their blades move in sinuous tandem with each other, katana and wakazashi never once getting in the other's way. They move with an almost serpentine grace as each moves from one step to the next of their kata, and wearing their green armor you cannot help but be reminded of their Clan's namesake. These men and women are warriors, the claws of the Dragon ready to cut down all foes.

The imagery brings a smile to your lips as you approach the tower where the dojo is located. Before you can reach your destination, however, a servant approaches you. He bows low, almost to the ground, and holds up a letter.

"Your deepest pardon, honored Samurai," the messenger says. "But this was given to me to deliver to you just half an hour ago."

"My thanks," you reply, giving the man a nod. You take the letter and open it.

To the most Honorable and Glorious Hiruma Sosuke-san,

I am most saddened that we have not been able to spend much time together these last few days. While I am still incredibly pleased to have fought by your side, that battle has left the city in an uproar. Naturally, I have been called upon to perform my duties as we prepare to respond to these events, which leaves me little opportunity for other ventures.

However, as we approach the final preparations I have been granted a small amount of leave. It is only for this afternoon, but if you are able I would very much enjoy taking tea with you at The Mountain Breeze. It is a fine establishment located at the far edge of the Samurai Quarter, well known for its gently flavorful tea mixtures.

I hope it is possible we can meet today, Hiruma-san, and I look forward to seeing you again.

With the utmost sincerity,
Mirumoto Hanabi

Glancing up at the sky, you see that the sun is at its noonday height. Hanabi would be on leave right now, and only for a few hours at most. Then she would return to her duties, and you'll likely not get the chance to see her again until after Shinjo Wanli arrives and the Dragon finally march to crush the remnants of Moto Shinichiro's army.

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[Winged Knight]

[x] Accept the invitation to tea.


You consider the matter for a few moments before finally coming to your decision. If Hanabi will only have now to meet with you, then it only makes sense to make the most of the opportunity. After all, it would be rude to reject her invitation without any prior commitments to get in your way. She's a… well, you suppose friend would be the appropriate term. You should spend time with her if you can.

And, in truth, you're honestly a little curious about he finer details of the war preparations. Naturally Hanabi will not be able to share everything with you, but there are likely a few things she is at liberty to disclose. It would certainly be easier than approaching one of other Mirumoto and asking.

"Shirou-san, I must apologize. It seems Mirumoto Hanabi-san has been granted leave for a few hours, and has asked to have tea with me." You bow to him. "I'm afraid we will have to hold off on training together for right now."

"There is no need to apologize, Sosuke-sama. I understand," Shirou replies, bowing back. When he rises, he is smiling. "I wish you a fine afternoon with Mirumoto-sama, and look forward to seeing you later today."

It strikes you as you exit the castle that Shirou really does have a vast reservoir of patience. Mostly you have both been lounging about trying to get as much information on what has been happening, which isn't the most stimulating activity. Doing some serious training together would have been a nice change of pace, and you feel bad for changing plans so suddenly.

The monk would have been within his rights to be offended by such a thing. And yet, Shirou takes it all in stride. You must have done something great in a past life to have a friend such as him. The thought brings a smile to your lips.

Your expression fades soon enough as you walk briskly through the Samurai quarter, however. People on the street react to your presence, staring at you and muttering to each other. The battle a few days ago has left an impression on the populace, your participation included, and you're not certain you appreciate all the attention. It is… awkward to have so many eyes on you, to say the least.

Ignoring the scrutiny as best you can, you quickly find the teahouse Hanabi mentioned. The Mountain Breeze is a two-story building that resembles a temple. This isn't a complete surprise, considering it's almost outside the Samurai quarter and thus touching the rather extensive amount of temples and shrines in the rest of the city. The scent of tea makes it way to your nose, gentle and enticing, and you make your way inside.

Several people are enjoying themselves within the teahouse right now, sipping their drinks and playing games of go and shogi. Crackers and other pastries are also plentiful, providing a nice contrast to the tea. In the corner you see a man and a woman playing on a pair of koto, filling the room with the sounds of soft, almost entrancing music. You feel a sense of peace come over you taking in the scene, and breathe a sigh of relief that no one is giving you such blatant attention as on the street.

"Greetings, esteemed Samurai," a serving woman says, approaching you. She bows low. "Would I be right in assuming you would be the honorable Hiruma Sosuke-sama?"

"You would be," you respond.

"Please, follow me. There is a private room reserved for you on the second floor."

You follow her upstairs, which is apparently set aside entirely for individual rooms. There are seven private quarters up here, separated from the common room by sliding doors of thick paper. It is perfect for having private conversations, or just getting away from what little noise comes from the first floor. But why would Hanabi request a private room? Does she have something she wishes to discuss away from prying ears?

The servant slides open the door and bows, leaving swiftly. You pay little attention to her, however, for you the sight that greets your eyes within the room distracts you too much to notice anything else.

Mirumoto Hanabi is not there. Instead, there is a rather handsome man in a black kimono trimmed with gray sitting at a low table. His hair, also black, shines oddly in the light coming from the window outside. This in itself is not so strange. His eyes, however… At first glance they are amber, but when he turned his head they seemed to glow crimson like flame.

Sitting on the other end of the table is a young girl, no older than twelve. Her kimono is a garish mixture of green, red and gold with seemingly no thought given to aesthetics whatsoever. Her black hair has a stalk sticking out from the side, the remainder resting shoulder length. Her round face is scrounged up in deep concentration as she fiddles away at a puzzle box, eyes narrowed as she considers its secrets.

Your whole body immediately goes rigid, and not just in response to the obvious subterfuge used to draw you here. The air almost seems to warp as the two inside the room turn their attention to you. These people… They aren't people. You don't know how you know this, but you can feel this certainty in your bones. Your hand twitches, and you bring it closer to your weapons. You're not entirely certain what you would do with them, but at least you'll be able to draw them quickly.

Hopefully it will not come to that.

"I give you my greetings, most honorable Hiruma Sosuke-sama," the man says with a smile, arms stretched wide. "It is good to finally meet you. My name is Nisshoku, and I must say-"

"He's only a mouth," the little girl interrupts, earning a glare from the man. She doesn't seem to notice, idly playing with her puzzle box. "He'll get in trouble if he draws too much attention, so he's just throwing his voice and hoping no one else listens. Which is silly, because people are supposed to hear when you talk." She looks up and smiles cheerfully at you, showing her teeth. "My name is P'an Ku! Do you have any candy?"

[] Run.
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[Winged Knight]

[X] Be Polite
[X] "If you will give me a moment, P'an Ku-sama." Step out, order sweets and tea, and step back in. "Your sweets will be here soon. Was your trip here nice?"


Your first instinct is to run screaming from the building, to get as far away from the girl and the fire eyed man as you can. Then reason overcomes blind, animal terror and you realize just how bad of an idea that is. These two aren't human, and if the little girl is who she claims to be then no amount of running will be enough to save you. If anything, it would likely only anger her.

There is only one course of action left for you, then. Endure the situation, adapt as necessary and hopefully leave this building physically and spiritually whole. Everything you know of P'an Ku, which is depressingly small, tells you that while the dragon is utterly insane she isn't actively connected to either Jigoku or the Nothing. If you're careful, you may be able to work your way through this mess.

With the goal of survival in mind, you must do something before you enter the room.

"If you will give me a moment, P'an Ku-sama," you say, bowing before turning around to lean over the balcony overseeing the first floor. "Three orders of green tea and some sweets brought up here, please!"

Returning your attention swiftly to the room's occupants, you see P'an Ku's eyes are wide with anticipation and joy. She has even set her puzzle box into her lap to clap her hands as if she truly were an eager child. The man, meanwhile, rolls his eyes at the whole scene. The motion makes them flare up briefly like hot coals taking in a gust of wind, and a trickle of sweat runs down your neck as you acknowledge just what you're about step into.

"Your sweets will be here soon, P'an Ku-sama," you say, coming into the room properly and bowing to her again. You manage to keep the tremor out of your voice as you address her, something you're actually quite proud of all things considered. "Was your trip here nice?"

"Oh, I like you! You're polite!" P'an Ku says, cheer suffusing every word. Then her smile fades, and tears gather in her eyes. "Polite like Shiba was… All of them were polite, in their own ways. Even Hida and Akodo." Her voice hitches, and she lifts her hands to her face to cry into them. "I loved all of them so much, but I couldn't protect them even after choosing a name. I loved them…"

"I do apologize for this," Nisshoku says, motioning for you to sit even as P'an Ku wails behind her fingers. You do so, though you always keep one hand near your weapons. Fighting your way out of the teahouse might still be a necessity in the near future. "This isn't ideal, I know, but after you decided to ignore my message it seemed deception was the only way to arrange a meeting." He spreads his hands. "We must do as we must to overcome the obstacles in our way."

"That message was phrased such that I took it for a trap, as any right thinking person would suspect after reading it," you respond, unable to keep your incredulity from showing on your face. "How did you think I would react?"

"Oh, please forgive me for my assumptions, Hiruma-sama," Nisshoku says with such mirth in his voice he's practically laughing. "I thought you Samurai put a great deal of stock in honesty, and believed being as upfront as I could was the best course of action." He bows in his seat. "My deepest, most sincere thanks for enlightening me on my ignorance."

"I will not be mocked by something like you," you growl, looming over the shorter man even sitting and across the table. For a moment you even forget about the feeling of dread holding your heart in a vice, overtaken by a remnant of your temper you've only recently determined to do away with. "Not even here, with my body, soul and sanity at stake."

"But they're not tied to a stake!" P'an Ku says, tears gone from her face as if they never existed at all. She waggles a hand at you. "They're all right there in that big pile of flesh and gooey bits that makes up your mortal shape, and we're not going to do anything with them." She glances at Nisshoku out of the side of her eyes. "I don't think I will, anyway. I'm not sure about the mouth here."

"Yes, well, as I was saying," Nisshoku continues, speaking with perhaps a bit more volume to cut P'an Ku off before she can keep talking. "This is not ideal, and we would have preferred to speak with you separately like we had intended. But I have a busy schedule and my… fellow, refused to wait. While I've no idea what she wishes of you, I simply wanted to make you aware of something."

"And that is?" you ask, on guard for anything. If this man makes any sudden moves toward you… Well, you're not entirely certain what you will do. Hit him in the face and run, most likely. "Speak, Nisshoku. I would know why you tricked me into coming here today."

"You're going to be involved in disposing of Moto Shinichiro's duplicate," he says plainly. "I just wished you to know you have my full blessing in this endeavor." He smiles, and it reminds you of the grin that came from the darkness the Shadowspawn called just a few days ago. "Please, by all means, kill him. You'll have no interference from me or the one I represent."

[] Be silent.
[] Leave.
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[Winged Knight]

[X]Raise one eyebrow at him. Then, turn to P'an Ku. "Would you tell me a story, P'an Ku-sama? One of the first Crab, perhaps. We, his decendants do not and cannot remember him, as you do."
-[x] Make sure P'an Ku gets her sweets.


You quirk an eyebrow at the smiling man. There is a game being played here, some joke you cannot deduce the full measure of. No doubt that joke is being played at your expense, and once more annoyance flashes through you to dampen the trepidation that has been with you for these last several minutes. You very much wish to cave his skull in, but even that might be falling into some trap.

So you decide not to play along. It doesn't matter what nuances are being said here, what secrets are hidden behind clever speech and smiling faces. The words of this creature are nothing but air to you. Less so, even, if your suspicions are correct. There is no reason at all to give this thing any more of your time. Indeed, no doubt the longer you speak with it the more you risk falling into some trap.

Instead you turn to P'an Ku, giving her a gentle smile.

"Would you tell me a story, P'an Ku-sama?" you ask, bowing to show your respect to the celestial entity before you. "One of the first Crab, perhaps?"

P'an Ku scrunches up her face in confusion. "But wouldn't you already know many stories about Hida?" She picks up the puzzle box and begins to fiddle with it again. "He was always so close to his followers… Well, until he decided to become a hermit. I always thought that odd."

"I'm afraid we, his descendants, do not and cannot remember him as you do," you reply. "It has been a very long time."

"Oh. Ooooooooooh," P'an Ku says, nodding. She looks up at you, her hands never ceasing their movement over the puzzle box. "I forgot you mortals live such short lives." She grins widely. "Little toys that break so easily, even when no one is playing with them! How do you live in such a world?" She pauses, gazing down at her hands as she trembles. "A world that eats away at everything in it, ruining what they once were…"

"We do as best we can, P'an Ku-sama," you answer quickly before her mood can grow too dark. "Though our memories are lacking, we keep record of the past to properly honor those who came before."

"Well, I can tell you about how Hida wooed Thunder!" P'an Ku says, cheer returning to her voice. "It's really funny, actually, because it was Thunder who did the wooing! See, Hida was depressed because he had lost his son, Atarasi, on the Day of Thunder! In his grief he swore he would never have another child, and since his wife was dead it seemed a promise he could easily keep! But Togashi… Oh, meddling Togashi. He saw his brother's sorrow and told all the dragons of it! Thunder was so moved that she decided she just had to go see him!"

That is… not something you were aware of. You know that Hida had a child with the Thunder Dragon, for that was how Osano-wo came to be, though you don't know the details involved in the courtship. You certainly didn't know that Togashi was the instigator of the whole affair.

"Thunder observed Hida for over two years, looking on as he went about defending the Empire without cheer," P'an Ku went on. "This could not be, for Hida was supposed to be the hero leading other heroes to guard all of Rokugan! His spark, his fire, had died! But even then she could see the nobility in him, how even so utterly crushed Hida never forsook his duty. The world brought him no joy, but he would not abandon it even so. Truly his was a heart that would never falter, no matter how much it broke."

P'an Ku breaks off into a fit giggles, her eyes growing wild even as her hands continued to work the puzzle box. Her fingers were a blur as she worked the tiles on its surface, the pattern shifting so quickly you cannot properly keep track of it. You see a dragon… a crab… the ocean… It is a tumultuous kaleidoscope of color and shapes to the sound of wood clicking together.

"So Thunder appeared on Hida's balcony in the form of a beautiful woman, easily his equal in height and looming over everyone, clad in only in only mist as a lightning flashed outside!" P'an Ku says, still overtaken with mirth. "She gazed at the awestruck Hida and proclaimed in a voice that made the whole castle shake 'I am the Queen of Storms, and I love you.' Then… well, it does not do to pry on what happens after such meetings. Though I will say there were some very interesting storms off the coast for several days afterward."

P'an Ku's giggles grow into a full blown cackle, throwing her head back and kicking her feet as the mirth overtakes her. Tears of laughter trail down her face as she clutches her stomach, hiccupping as she runs out of breath. The whole room seems to vibrate as she expresses her glee, buzzing like the wings of a beetle in flight. It is so pervasive you can even feel your hair shaking, and your teeth almost rattle of their own accord.

Frankly, it is a great relief when you hear a knock on the door. You stand up quickly and open it, revealing a servant holding a plate of cookies and taffy shaped like fish. In her other hand is a tray with three cups of green tea. Giving the woman quick thanks, you take both and close the door, returning to the table with the refreshment.

"Candy!" P'an Ku cries out, clapping her hands. She grabs several of the cookies and sculpted sugar before jamming them into her mouth. Then the mad dragon lies flat on her back, hand crossed and chewing contentedly.

"Well, now that we have that finished, I have more I would like to say," Nisshoku says, grabbing his tea but not drinking it. "I believe you would very much like to hear it."

"I doubt that," you reply, likewise not drinking your tea. It's a pity that P'an Ku is so pre-occupied with her snack, because you truly didn't want to converse with this creature any further. "Your words have no weight over me."

"But all I want to do is give you a reward!" Nisshoku says, holding a hand to his chest in a mocking display of hurt. "You are doing us a great favor in eliminating Moto Shinichiro's duplicate, and that deserves recognition."

"I want nothing from you," you growl. "Take your offers and fade back into the hole you crawled out of."

"Ahhhh, but you do want things. Yes, you do," Nisshoku says. "Perhaps the return of a woman who sacrificed herself for the greater good? A friend who died so that you might live? Yes, I recall you had some affection for someone like that."

Your body goes rigid, and for a moment you're back in the cave. You're back in the cave and the scent of blood is everywhere. It's in your nose, it's in your skin it's in your eyes…

The cup shatters as your grip tightens, spilling tea over the table. Pain spikes through your palm as the ceramic cuts your flesh, and you embrace it so as to better regain your focus. You take several deep breaths, trying to think on anything but the memory of Shasa's face at the end, giving you that sad smile as she saves your life.

You push it all aside. This isn't the time. It is never the time.

"You lie," you whisper, your voice hoarse. "You cannot… That is…"

"Impossible? Hardly," Nisshoku replies. "We can do that with just a little time and preparation. But if such things are a bit too personal for you, honorable Samurai, then how about this? I hear your Clan has troubles with a certain pit. So many nasty things keep crawling out of it." The creature leans close, his smile growing so unnaturally wide it almost cuts his face in half. "We could close it for you, if that is what you wish."

[] Accept the offer.
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