As you return to the tournament grounds, having removed your armour and carefully cleaned all of the blood and grime from your equipment and person, you take a moment to glance around at the other attendees. Otomo Kairyu has appeared since you left, apparently only interested in the final rounds of the tournament which will be occurring shortly. Everyone else seems thoroughly absorbed in the action.
As your gaze lands upon the Crab delegation, you see that the second Yojimbo from the Hida family has taken note of you and is signaling you over. It seems as good a place as any to observe the rest of the tournament, and it may allow you to open a dialogue with one of the few delegations you have not yet found a way to approach. Nodding, you head over to join them.
Yasuki Mia turns to look at you as you approach. She is a small woman, especially when compared to her bodyguard, and her attitude is surprisingly casual for a formal court event - she looks almost relaxed, leaning back in her seat and observing everything with an air of lazy disinterest.
"Soshi-san." She nods to you, her voice edged with a drawling rural accent shockingly out of place in the court of a major Clan Family. "That was a fine match. Been a while since Hida-san has been able to get in a good honest scrap with someone."
"Your words are too kind, Yasuki-sama." You say, thrown slightly off balance by her informal manner. "Hida Kinra-san is a fine and honourable warrior."
"Pffgh. He's only like that because he won." The Yasuki waves off your words in negligent dismissal. "He can be a lot meaner if he loses, believe me."
You hesitate, unsure of how to react. Yasuki Mia is not at all what you would have expected of a formally trained diplomat and courtier. Her stance is too casual, her accent marks her out as rural and stereotypically unrefined, and she is actually criticizing her own Yojimbo in front of someone from another Clan. You glance briefly at the rest of her delegation, the Hida and the Kaiu, but both of them have faces as expressionless as the mountain stone.
Fortunately, you are saved from having to answer her by the arrival of a most magnificent distraction. Fierce cheers erupt from a hundred throats as Matsu Ketsui takes to the field, resplendent in a suit of golden armour that shines brightly irrespective of the light, as though a captive sun burns beneath the surface of the metal plates. She wears it well, a mantle of power and authority settling over her like the blessing of the heavens themselves, and you feel your knees turn to water as an almost primal sense of terror washes over you. Fortunately you are already seated, and the feeling passes swiftly.
"The armour of the Golden Samurai." The Kaiu seated to Mia's left says in a voice of awe and wonder, leaning forwards with an almost feverish look in his eyes. "An awakened relic, created by the legendary Kukinjin in the Second Century..."
You glance at him in surprise and a little bit of alarm. For Matsu Ketsui to wear a
nemuranai for the final match of nothing more than a tournament is a powerful gesture indeed. It symbolizes the devotion of the Matsu to the sacred art of swordsmanship and their reverence for the deeds of their ancestors, but perhaps more than even that it is a gesture of incredible respect to her opponent.
Bayushi Kimoko stands tall on the other side of the dueling field, a bloody shadow of red and black next to the golden lion set against her. Your superior is smiling and moving her sword through a quick series of movements as she warms up for the bout - it appears she has proven herself victorious against all of the other delegates thus far, and as a reward gets to face the Matsu's own Daimyo in a battle for all to see. That your lord was victorious is not a surprise to you - in a battle to first blood, a skilled Bayushi has a distinct advantage, for all of your training revolves around speed and negating the advantages of your enemy. That this would be the result is something else.
"My, my." Yasuki Mia says in a low voice, studying the two combatants. "That's quite a gesture. I would
dearly love to know what prompted it."
She glances sideways at you, but you are far too well trained to give in that easily. Instead you smile politely. "I am sure many would, Yasuki-sama."
On the viewing platform, it falls to Ikoma Genji to announce the next bout. He seems to grimace slightly as he rises to his feet, but you cannot be sure. "Honourable samurai, behold the final battle of this tournament. By prior agreement, the winner Bayushi Kimoko of the Scorpion will face Matsu Ketsui of the Lion in a duel of Kenjutsu. The match will be decided when one samurai can no longer muster the strength to stand."
By your side, Yasuki Mia grins in an almost mischevious fashion. "
Very interesting. Soshi-san, care to make a wager? I stake right of first refusal to the Scorpion on one year's output from the Three Hills iron mine, and say that Matsu Ketsui will be victorious."
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Etiquette 6k3 = 24. Gambling on this sort of contest is a common occurance, but is usually restricted to low ranking samurai and rarely for such stakes. Yasuki Mia is not committing a breach of etiquette, but the Lion would likely find such an action disrespectful of their traditions and their Daimyo.
QM's note - if you choose to accept the wager, you can advance any kind of bet you want. The worst that is likely to happen is that Mia cancels the wager rather than accept the stakes, unless you deliberately offer her something insulting.