16th Day of the Boar
Despite your excesses of the night before, you are pleased to discover that you are not afflicted with any kind of hangover upon waking. This is just as well, for while it is acceptable for a samurai to drink to the point of intoxication during their free time, it is much less permissible for said samurai to place themselves in a situation where they cannot fulfill their actual duties. You could have still gone through the motions while hungover of course, but it would have been much less pleasant and people would probably have still picked up on it to some degree.
A quick check confirms that the bathhouse is largely unoccupied, and you take the opportunity to properly cleanse yourself in preparation for the rest of the day's events. There is nothing formal planned for your delegation, and as such you have a degree of free time on your hands. While there will be many days like this throughout Winter Court, you have no intention of allowing them to pass by unused. First, of course, you need to report to your lord.
Bayushi Kimoko has returned to the guest quarters at some point since you went to bed and now, and when you return from your refreshments you find her seated in the shared common room enjoying a cup of tea. She looks up as you enter and then wordlessly gestures for you to join her. Nodding, you take the invitation, settling yourself down on the other side of the low table and pouring some more tea for yourself.
Your superior watches you levelly for a few moments. "Well then, Soshi-san. I understand I missed some interesting developments last night."
"Nothing critical, Bayushi-sama." You reply mildly. "A confrontation with a number of belligerent Lion was averted by the intervention of Matsu Ginwei, apparently on his own initiative. His motives are... unclear."
"Personal honour, no doubt." Kimoko says with a shrug. "Useful, though largely irrelevant. The Lion will never think well of us as a whole, so we simply focus on individuals. On that front, we are doing well enough."
You notice that Kimoko has a new fan resting on her side of the table - one made from black wood and golden-yellow paper. Lion colours, which means that it was likely given as a gift. Considering that you cannot currently see your lord's own fan anywhere, you are fairly sure where she was last night. "As you say, Bayushi-sama."
Kimoko follows the direction of your gaze and smirks slightly. "In any case, the opening days of Winter Court are behind us. By now, every delegation present will have worked out where they stand and who they are going to have to deal with. I imagine we will see an increased amount of politicking and favour-trading in the days to come, all hidden behind smiles and fluttering fans. You have been useful to me so far, Soshi-san, but now comes the true test."
"I will be ready, Bayushi-sama." You say with perhaps more confidence than you really feel. "Indeed, I have some thoughts as to how I might spend the next few days. If I might ask... should I prepare myself for the contest during the Festival of Lights?"
Your lord seems to consider this for a moment. "Would you say you are a particularly good choice for it, Soshi-san?"
Normally you might consider lying here, but it is important that your lord has an accurate grasp of your capabilities. "I... was never the finest athlete in the dojo, Bayushi-sama, and I have not had much practice at remaining out of sight."
"Then do not enter." Kimoko says simply. "There are doubtless better uses of your talents to be found. Now then, about these ideas of yours..."
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At the servant's invitation, you enter Otomo Kairyu's quarters to find him examining a small piece of pale wood, one of several currently resting atop a small board in front of him. He looks up as you enter.
"Ah, Soshi-san. Come in, please." He indicates the board and what seem to be playing pieces. "Tell me, are you familiar with Shogi?"
"By name only, Otomo-sama." You reply, drawing closer. "A gift from the Unicorn, perhaps?"
"Indeed, though I understand it is also quite popular among our hosts." The Imperial samurai says with a nod, setting the playing piece back down. "The General's Game, they call it. I had thought it might give me some insight into their character. Please, sit."
You do so, mindful of the difference in status between the two of you even in such an informal environment as this. "Are they proving difficult to understand, Otomo-sama? If so, perhaps I might be able to assist?"
"In essence, no. But when it comes to predicting the future? Half the time I could swear they invent their motivations after deciding on a course of action." He says with an edge of exasperation, before looking at you once more. "Tell me, Soshi-san. Where do you imagine the next war will come from?"
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