You consider it for a brief moment... but no, the realm of commerce and all things relating to it are the Yasuki's domain. They swim through the trade networks like the carp they have taken as their symbol, and it would be foolish to attempt to match them on their own ground. Now, how do you go about turning down the offer without offering insult? Several options come to mind immediately, but you have to consider that the Crab are not supposed to be great fans of the virtue of Sincerity - you must do more than simply sound as though you believe your own words in order to successfully deal with them, you must truly believe them.
"I apologize, Yasuki-sama." You say in a deliberately mild tone, working with the casual attitude of the Crab delegate without actively sinking to her level. "I do not know enough about the mine in question to determine an appropriate stake. I'd hate to insult you and your Clan by guessing low."
You pause for a brief moment, weighing up your options, then decide to err on the side of audacity. With a quick sideways look at the diplomat, you add; "Or hand you too much of my clan's value by guessing high."
Yasuki Mia snorts with laughter, a cheerful smile on her face. "Oh, very good Soshi-san. It is not every day one meets a samurai aware of the true value of such a wager." She says lightly. "Most would have simply guessed something that sounded similarly valuable and pledged it without a moment's thought, rather than sound like they willingly dabble in the world of money and produce."
"I am not most samurai, Yasuki-sama." You reply easily, aware that such a response from an obvious merchant would have unbalanced and discomforted a member of the more traditional clans. "I am a Scorpion. We tend to differ from the majority in matters such as this."
"So I see." Yasuki Mia says, an intrigued gleam in her eyes. "Still, let's see how the other Scorpion present fairs, shall we?"
Inclining your head, you turn your attention back to the impeding duel in front of you. Bayushi Kimoko and Matsu Ketsui are now standing closer together, each holding their swords in a ready stance, their expressions indicating little to no awareness of the outside world. You remember how you felt in their place, the utter clarity and serenity of a focused mind. It is likely that work could set off a firework on the other side of the parade ground and neither of them would notice it.
Ikoma Genji surveys the battlefield once more, seeming to sigh slightly before raising his voice once again. "For the Honour of your Clans! Begin!"
You blink, just once, and in that fraction of an instant almost miss the first exchange. The two samurai before you move so fast that they seem little more than a pair of gold and black blurs, the gleaming steel of their swords flashing in the wan sunlight. The blades come together and deflect apart in a chorus of metallic chimes, the whistling roar of air over the steel edge forming an eerie counterpoint that sounds almost like some strange music. Once, twice, three times they strike at one another, each acting and reacting with a speed far beyond mere thought, every step and strike conducted on the basis of hard won instinct alone.
Bayushi Kimoko moves like a shadow, dancing back and forth across the dueling grounds with an almost liquid grace. You cannot track her movements or predict her attacks, even though your shared training tells you what to look for, Kimoko's speed and skill rendering her every move a masterpiece of battlefield deception. She circles her opponent, darting in and out to land quick strikes from unexpected angles and inflict precise wounds that draw thin trickles of blood. She takes chances that seem almost insanely dangerous, willingly exposing herself to the risk of harm in order to inflict a decisive strike upon her opponent.
Matsu Ketsui, by contrast, is ferocious. She does not yell or otherwise surrender her dignity as she attacks, but she has no need to, for her every move and strike radiates strength and power as a furnace radiates heat. Her golden armour burns with divine sunlight, like Amaterasu herself has deigned to walk upon the earth, and your heart trembles with fear as you look upon her. Her skill with the blade is sublime, and though she gives no evident thought to defense the sheer speed and power of her attacks drives her opponent back and accomplishes much the same thing.
The match ends as suddenly as it began, no more than thirty seconds after the first exchange of blows. Kimoko darts in and slides her blade through Ketsui's right shoulder, drawing forth a thin shower of blood and a grunt of pain from the daimyo, but as she moves to retreat again the Matsu fixes her with a glare. The full weight of the Daimyo's terrifying presence, supported and augmented by the strange power of her ancient armour, settles on Kimoko's shoulders like a blanket of lead. Your superior hesitates for barely even a second, but that is more than enough.
Matsu Ketsui's katana punches straight through the armoured chest plate and bores into the flesh beneath, emerging from Kimoko's back a heartbeat later in a fountain of gore.
You are moving even before your mind has properly comprehended what your eyes have seen, rushing past the other delegates and onto the dueling field even as your superior staggers backwards, Ketsui's sword coming free once more as she tugs it from the wound. Yogo Hanzo is at your side, hands moving as he invokes the Kami to come to his aid.
Bayushi Kimoko takes a single, staggering step backwards, her expression fixed in a grimace of pain and rage as she tries to remain on her feet. The wound proves too much for her, however, and slowly she begins to topple over like some great tree felled by the woodsman's axe. Her free hand stretches out to the side, as though seeking to grasp at something only she can see... and comes to rest around your shoulders as you arrive by her side. You feel your superior's hot blood scalding your hand, and you cannot help but grunt as the weight of a full grown woman in armour settles onto you, but you do not let go.
You are Soshi. You are Scorpion. Bayushi Kimoko is your lord, and you will not let her fall.
Yogo Hanzo is there an instant later, hands glowing with spiritual energy as he presses them to the wound in Kimoko's back. Your lord shudders slightly as the spirits go to work on her wounded flesh, then looks up at Matsu Ketsui.
"It appears... the victory is yours... Matsu-sama." She says through gritted teeth, a slight trickle of blood running from the corner of her lip and down her chin as she speaks.
"Well fought, Bayushi-san." Matsu Ketsui says formally, before turning her burning gaze upon you. "Take your lord back to her quarters. I will have other Shugenja make themselves available if required."
You nod silently and, at a subtle prompt from your boss, begin to assist her in walking back towards your quarters. Kimoko sways slightly with each step, but she is undeniably walking, and that is a rare thing after such an injury. Your lord laughs quietly, and in a tone soft enough that only you and Hanzo can hear it, gives her summary of the recent events.
"She's a crazy bitch. I think I'm starting to like her."
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For participating in the Display of Steel, acquitting himself well and establishing a connection with the Crab delegation, Soshi Naoto is awarded with eight experience points, for a total of 13.
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The next scheduled event is the Festival of the River of Stars, on the 9th Day of the Boar. You have four full days between then and now, and must decide what to do with them.
Each day can be assigned to interacting with a specific NPC, trying to accomplish some particular goal or pursuing some matter of interest. Multiple days can be dedicated to any of these topics. Some will be worth a full update or more, others can be summarized easily depending on your choices.
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