As you watch, the first few cups of sake start floating their way down the river, untouched by those guests seated near the headwaters. This is of course merely polite - after all, some must be left for those further downstream, many of whom significantly outrank them.
The first is picked up by Iuchi Moshan, who raises it to his lips and drains the dish in a single gulp. He pauses for a moment to appreciate the sensation, then speaks.
"Under starlit sky
I ride alone with the wind
As I always have."
Having spoken his mandatory poem, he chooses to keep his sake dish in his lap, signaling that he is bowing out from the rest of the ceremony. A curious choice for one who did not seek to sit by the headwaters, but perhaps it was merely a matter of insufficient room.
Letting it passed unremarked, you opt to take the next one as it floats by. Better to establish yourself now, so that the attention of your fellow guests moves quickly onto others rather than lingering. Your learning does not extend to being able to judge the quality of the sake by its taste, but it is pleasant enough on the tongue before you swallow, a rather crisp and cool sensation that provides inspiration for your own poem.
"Sake crisp and clear
The taste of winter sunlight
Pleasant memories"
From there, the exchange of poems comes thick and fast, with each samurai taking cups as they come and reciting their lines as steadily as they may. Most of the samurai near the headwaters seem to have memorized poems in advance and are sticking to them, opting for ones composed by famous poets rather than relying on their own skills, which is probably a sensible course of action if you are not confident in your own skills. Others are composing their poetry on the fly, demonstrating their own skills and ability to keep a clear head despite the constant stream of alcohol they are ingesting.
For your part, you focus primarily on keeping up with those around you, hoping that by making sure you bow out at roughly the same time as they do you can avoid additional scrutiny and reinforce the subtle beginnings of camaraderie that you can eventually use to best effect. After three drinks, this becomes slightly harder as the alcohol begins affecting you, slowing your thoughts and filling you with a general sense of warm contentment. As such, it takes you a brief moment to place who is speaking.
"Swords clash and sparks fly
With fierce joy and no restraint
Two hearts beat as one"
Squinting slightly, you glance down the length of the river and pick out the reclining form of Bayushi Kimoko. While still easily deniable, that seemed to be a rather risqué choice of poetry, especially given the company you are sharing. You follow the direction of your superior's own glance, and find yourself looking at... Matsu Ketsui. Who is, ever-so-slightly, smiling.
Huh.
Trying not to think about how many potential problems that might result in, you look away and focus on your next drink. In retrospect, trying to match your nearest neighbors in a drinking contest when one of them is a Crab might not have been the best of ideas, but you can't back out now. Kaiu Hiraki appears to have figured out what you are doing and has taken it as a genuine challenge, and you can't let him beat you easily or you'll never get anywhere with the Crab.
Well, probably. You might also be making excuses because this is really quite nice sake. Either way, time for more drinking. And then poetry. Yes. That sounds like a fine idea.
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Some time later
The floor is swaying quite alarmingly under you. You are fairly sure that it shouldn't be doing that, what with the whole 'built on a mountain' thing. Then again, maybe this is one of the defenses! Certainly it would be hard to take a fortification if the walls could just tip under you and dump all of the attackers back down the mountainside.
Alternately, you are just drunk. That is probably more likely. It has been a while since you were this drunk, but it was very good sake.
Perhaps more of a concern is the fact that you aren't quite sure where precisely you are. You could have sworn that this was the way back to your guest quarters, but you would have expected to reach it by now if that was the case. Instead, all you can see are darkened streets and swirling white snow, lit by the odd lantern swaying in the breeze.
Still, perhaps you can ask those Lion samurai where you are. There are rather a lot of them, so surely one of them must know the right route back to your quarters. You consider calling out to them, but it appears they have already seen you. Why else would they be moving towards you like that, spreading out to cover the width of the street...
Oh. Oh dear. This... could be a problem.
"What's the matter, Scorpion-san?" One of them calls in a distinctly unfriendly tone of voice. "You must be lost. Your kind aren't meant to be here."
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QM's note - Please bear in mind that Naoto is drunk at the moment, and as such probably not as eloquent as he might otherwise be.