[X] Have the money given to a temple (stipend and ill gotten goods go to a temple of your choice)
-[X] Ebisu
[X] Train
-[X] school technique
[X] Find Mirumoto buddies and hang out
[X] Find Phoenix delegation and get that promised drink
The broken beams of morning light found Hideo sitting crosslegged in the center of the small room he was lodging in. Warm reds and yellows had been seeping through the poorly glassed windows for over an hour before he finished his prayers and meditation but the late start did seem to bother him overmuch. His movements were unhurried though deft as he arranged his few possessions into a semblance of order.
Hideo brushed his hands against the soft fabric of the forest green Dragon mon on the robe spread out over the only table in the room. He had forgotten to bring up his possession of the dead samurai's vestments during the rush of events the previous day and now he felt oddly guilty. Perhaps the souls of the fallen would be willing to overlook such an oversight given he had been responsible for returning their swords, the soul and honor of their station, to their families once more. Still, Hideo sighed as he crumpled a handful of silk in his palm, it was poor form to return the next day with the wealthy courtier robes and would probably be best if he arranged for the items to be sent to Hikari.
The bustle of the townspeople outside drew him from the table to the poorly molded glass. Under his gaze dozens of bright and dull colored blobs undulated in vague patterns across the dark lines of the city street. Hideo found it calming in a way to view the people below as faceless splotches of color finding that the sight reminded him of how it felt to meet people in dreams. The spirits of all men walked Yume-do in their sleep but the realm kept its secrets well given that no one person ever seemed to remember more than vague signs and shapes of those they met. Hideo found the metaphor apt once he pushed the window open and the street became clear to his sight.
Formless people resolved into clarity as if he had opened his eyes from sleep and Hideo stood for some time taking the city in. To the east Lady Amaterasu had risen so that only bottom tips of her robes were still hidden from his view by the city wall in the background. Her rays were reflecting off the dark rooftops of the mercantile district surrounding his choice of inn which were punctuated by the occasional rising spire of a Fortunist temple. Further to the west were more dark buildings that gave way to white stone and light brown wooden warehouses.
Hideo remembered from two nights previously when he had run through the narrowed alleys of the city to reach the riverfront, how the white and brown warehouses had seemed to stretch on forever before the harbor. The bloody images accompanied those thoughts soured his thoughtful gazing and his face adopted a frown.
With a quick pull Hideo maneuvered the window back into place. It was time to get ready for practice.
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Finding a place to keep his skills sharp proved significantly less difficult than previously given his efforts the night before for the Ebisu temple. The city lord had been very thrilled indeed at the conclusion to his duel with the corrupt guard captain and had offered him the captain's stipend for the year. Fearing that he was being offered a job that he could not even think of accepting while also worried about the consequences of refusing Hikari had stepped into to clear up his confusion.
Lord Shingen was the model of a samurai complete with a strong detachment from material wealth. However this led him to consider gifting many people with wealth beyond their wildest dreams seemingly at whim not understanding immediately that they might feel uncomfortable with such gifts. Privately Hideo felt that Lord Shingen was actually offering the money as if his performance on the dueling stage had been his entertainment for the night. He carefully kept this from his face however when he made it clear that he could no more accept such an gift than grow wings and fly. His order did not have strict rules against owning property or wealth, but, few with much can understand those with little, meant he could not conscience having anything near the amount he was being offered.
The sheer magnitude of the captain's crimes had caught him off guard as well. Dozens of pounds of precious silks, a pouch of gold coins, jade chips, expensive teas and many other items had been found by the magistrates following an investigation of the guard's barracks. The villains had not even bothered to hide the evidence very well as the ill gotten gains had been found under floorboards and bunks in very little time. The city lord had offered him a full half of the recovered materials but Hideo had demurred. A compromise had been reached quickly however when it became obvious that he was not merely being polite and truly felt uncomfortable accepting the booty. The temple to Ebisu in the city would recieve a donation in gold at the appraised amount of the recovered items.
The sudden influx of what had to be many months worth of donations at once had floored the head priest. The small temple apparently only housed two priests, a pair of apprentices, and half a dozen laymen with difficulty. Hideo had been thanked profusely once the head priest, who intoduced himself as Aso, had been pulled off the floor by his companion. This thanks had included an open invitation to use the building and the small dirt grounds in the back between the smithy's on either side. Naturally this was where his journey ended so he could put some more practice in on his swordplay.
A true swordsman never gave up on refining technique and Hideo's master had considered the matter one of almost religious importance. Hideo considered it one of the few things they agreed on.
Putting thoughts of his somber sensei behind him, Hideo walked up to the open doors of the temple and passed into the sacred space. The steady hum of prayer greeted him as the priests were preforming blessings over a pair of babies held in their arms. Hideo recognized the practice from similar sights in the mountain village. Once a child reached an age that they were expected to survive the parents would go around to have them blessed by the priests of whatever Fortunes they wished to look kindly upon the child. Ebisu was a favorite among the peasants though Jurojin and Daikoku were also popular given their spheres of influence. The ability to take a child to multiple Fortunes however was a recent development given the animosity the warring tribes had shared plus the amount of wealth it took to offer sacrifices to the Seven meant that many parents only chose one.
To avoid interrupting the small crowd of people that were surrounding the two priests, likely friends and relatives of the happy couple, Hideo went along the side of the building to reach the statue to Ebisu. His prayers began, normally consisting of only a few lines about guidance and protection followed by lighting some incense. But the majority of his mind was concerned with Mirumoto Toshi.
The late guard captain was the first samurai that Hideo had killed, and Hideo feared it was not going to be the last.
Ebisu was the Fortune to honest work, considered a patron to the farmers and miners who provided food and materials that kept Rokugan from starvation. None of the Fortunes were easy to understand, but Hideo felt that he had been guided to the city and into Toshi's path by more than chance.
"Ebisu-sama...I cannot begin to understand what your thoughts might be, but if your hand pushed me into the path of such a corrupt samurai then I hope I have done you well..." Hideo trailed off unsure if he was seeing signs where none existed.
"This one prays for dedication in the face of adversity, for compassion to those less fortunate, and a willingness to hear your call." Hideo finished with a bow towards the statue.
The next few moments were spent waiting for Aso to notice him standing near the back of the temple. The head priest's face lit up upon recognition and the broad shouldered man swiftly made his goodbyes to come over.
Aso was shorter than Hideo and had only the barest of fuzz on his shaved head. He walked like a proud horse, each one of his massive strides caused by a high step lift of his thighs and his face was covered in laugh lines. Hideo had a good impression of him, and his fellow priest, despite the other's disbelief in the importance of the stone that had fallen last time. Both were good men, doing good work for the surrounding heimin.
"Togashi-sama, Ebisu's blessings on you!" Aso welcomed with an extremely low bow that made Hideo feel distinctly uncomfortable. The holy man had been more than kind to Hideo the day before, treating him with more deference than was strictly necessary.
"Good morning Aso-san." Hideo said with a returning bow. "I don't want to take up too much of your time, but you mentioned yesterday that the temple had a space behind it for meditation and physical pursuits? If it is not a bother, I was hoping to use it to walk further on the swordman's path."
Aso clapped his hands together like a small child and turned so Hideo could see behind him.
"Behind those doors is the training area for our laymen and acolytes. It is open to you at anytime, here," Aso grabbed the shoulder of a laymen wearing the white and red cloth of his temple. The symbol for Ebisu streamed down the back and a small crest on the shoulder indicated his position in the temple hierarchy.
"Kaga will show you and help with anything you need." Aso finished after getting the man's attention.
Kaga was a short burly man with thick eyebrows that vaguely reminded Hideo of long black beetles. His head was shaved clean and polished so it shined in the candle light while his eyes were a smokey black-brown color. Hideo could see calluses and cuts along his arms and a twisted burn scar roiled its way from his left hand up into the sleeve of his outfit.
Hideo and Kaga exchanged greetings after bowing while Aso continued giving directions to Kaga.
"Treat Togashi-sama with the utmost of respect, his worth to this temple should not be underestimated!" Aso commanded loudly.
Hideo smiled awkwardly at the short monk. This was really too much.
"I understand Aso-sama. Togashi-sama, please follow me," Kaga said with an open smile that crinkled his eyes into slits. Hideo followed him across the temple to the previously indicated set of doors while Kaga opened up with a question.
"Togashi-sama, if you do not consider it too rude can I ask why you carry a sword?"
Hideo looked at Kaga in confusion while they crossed the space to reach the door. "I am a samurai, Kaga-san. The katana is the samurai's soul, the wakizashi, his honor. No samurai would ever dream of walking around without it."
Kaga stopped in front of the door and looked Hideo up and down. "Pardon my confusion Togashi-sama, but I had understood you were ise zumi?"
Hideo's confusion fled. He knew that to many having a tattoo made one an ise zumi; a member of the warrior monks who grew up around Togashi following the Kami's decent. This was not strictly true, the Dragon Clan's monk order accepted anyone capable of proving worthy, though few enough passed muster. Togashi-sama was unlikely to ask his followers who practiced with a sword to give it up and fully embrace monkhood, and Hideo's school had built up around these people. Others came from the families set up among Mirumoto's followers who felt that Mirumoto's legacy was a poor fit for their Tao.
Hideo smiled reassuringly at Kaga to show he took no offence from the questions. "I am an orphan, raised in a monastery of swordmasters. My name is a product of this, but I was never inducted into the Tattooed Order because my talents lay elsewhere."
Kaga nodded, but Hideo read in his eyes that there was no understanding. The plain wooden door was pushed open and the two men walked out onto a dusty path surrounded by sand and long stemmed weeds. Kaga walked with a slow sureness to his steps, the dust and debris deftly avoided with an economy born of long practice.
To the left of the path was a dug out pit only half a foot in depth, but very wide in diameter with a flat bottom. Kaga's steps took the pair to the edge of the pit and Kaga raised a hand to indicate its expanse.
"This is our training ground. Myself and a few of the more martially inclined brothers practice our forms here to stay sharp. Honoring Ebisu through hardwork is rewarding." Kaga said. Hideo noticed towards the end that Kaga seemed unsure of himself, and Hideo felt compelled to provide some encouragement.
"I am sure that Ebisu is well honored in this place Kaga-san, thank you for showing the way." Hideo bowed a little lower than strictly necessary to show his thanks. Kaga's face broke into a smile, showcasing a huge gap in his teeth were a pair of the top ones were missing.
"Your kind words are wasted on one such as me, but I thank you anyway. Aso-sama said that I was to assist you in anyway possible; perhaps you would benefit from the use of a sparing partner? If so, I would be glad to volunteer." Kaga almost gushed.
Hideo's face flushed slightly in embarrassment. He had no real wish to involve the monk in his training given the importance of his duties, but at the same time the head priest had given his blessing. Kaga's open face complete with missing teeth seemed a little too hopeful for Hideo to turn down however. It was fully possible the hardworking monk could prove a good whetstone for his skills, and so Hideo bowed again.
"Thank you Kaga-san, this one would be in your debt." Hideo said as he righted himself.
There were no more words exchanged as they set up on opposite ends of the pit. The wind was pushing through the buildings on either side of them, bringing the clanging sounds of blacksmithing and the soft choking smoke as well. Weeds pushed up on all sides of the training area though the flat surface beneath Hideo's feet had been trampled free of the offenders through constant practice. Hideo matched Kaga's stare with his own as he set up his hands in a defensive posture. Kaga's feet had entered a wide open stance, suggesting a Water or Air influence was at work. Hideo's eyes were able to pick out the tenseness of his opponent's thighs as the short man dropped lower to the ground.
An unspoken signal passed between them and Kaga burst from his position in a flurry of dust. His crouching form was propelled across the pit into Hideo's waiting fists and their arms blurred in motion. Hideo was immediately set upon with a furious rain of blows that he barely deflected with his wrists and palms. Put upon by this barrage, Hideo backed up one step at a time towards the edge of the rough circle.
Kaga's style reminded Hideo vaguely of water flowing over rocks, the flow of strikes coming swiftly in turns but to the eye were deceptively slow. His arms were taking a pummeling however, and passively observing his opponent's style would not help that much if he did not act.
With a crack Hideo's fist slammed into Kaga's hastily erected guard as he went on the counterattack. Dust was flying up from beneath their feet as the taller fighter finally began to strike back against the furious rampage. One hit after another was deflected by Hideo's arms, and he was slowly getting into the rhythm of moving with Kaga's strikes to return a hit.
A whoosh of air passed over Hideo's head trailing in the wake of Kaga's leg and Hideo struck. His arms came together in a double handed punch to the shorter monk's center delivering a crushing blow to his abdomen.
Kaga was sent spinning back a few paces at the force, but righted himself by slamming his palm into the dirt and crouching. Kaga was barely winded, while Hideo could feel the sun bearing down on his back, the lower half of which was beginning to sweat heavily. Hideo's eyes took in the figure across from him and realized he was about to have a very bad time.
This time it was with light footwork that Kaga danced into Hideo's guard and chopped his shoulder with an elbow. Hideo had little time to react before his arm began to feel numb, but he was still able to backpedal quick enough to dodge the second elbow to the face. With his still functioning arm Hideo blocked the knee and the next five punches that were thrown at him while running around backwards in circles. Kaga's face was stuck in an intense mask that showed how difficult the use of these strikes was on his short form, but he still moved as if the air itself was guiding his hands.
Hideo slowly regained the use of his other arm and retreated no more. Fighting Air with Fire was best, and so Hideo attempted to encircle Kaga in a furious flurry of energetic motion. Kaga's footwork was finally undone when Hideo used the sandy surface to slide his leg into place so that Kaga crashed into it at high speed. This time it was Kaga who backpedaled out of the range of Hideo's grasping arms.
Kaga's next moves showcased the power of Earth, his steady stance reminding Hideo of the sureness with which he walked. Like an avalanche, Kaga's each movement built upon the next until his momentum was so great that Hideo's guard was broken with a single kick that sent him sprawling.
On the ground Hideo tried to jump up, but was too late to avoid Kaga's encircling arms which latched onto him, and the match became a onesided brawl in which the much stronger monk attempted to pin Hideo into place. With his leg held at an angle in the Ebisu monk's arms, Hideo tapped out and was released.
By now the sun had risen quite a distance and Hideo was covered in sweat from head to toe. Kaga was not much better, the sweat rolling in waves off of his bald head, but his clothes were not as dirty from the red sand that covered Hideo's robes. The monk shared a bottle of water with the samurai and the two of them sat in contemplative silence for a while. Kaga's chest was moving quickly up and down when Hideo finished off the bottle with a final swig. The sparring had taken a lot of out the two of them, but Hideo felt that there was still more to learn from disciple of Ebisu.
"You fight very well Kaga-san, really incredible." Hideo said with a sidelong look at Kaga.
"Ha, thank you Togashi-sama. You are very skilled too. I can only imagine what you must be like with a sword in your hand." Kaga said as he put the water sack away.
This comment gave Hideo pause. The first step of swordsmenship was to treat the sword as an extension of the body. Perhaps...
"Say that again Kaga-san?" Hideo asked.
"Um, I can only imagine what you could do with a sword?" Kaga replied obviously puzzled by the request.
Hideo thought back to learning how to hold a sword from his master sensei.
The focus on producing quick reactions that mirrored the body's movements.
The swiftness in which the steel would flash mirrored the swiftness of the arms and legs.
Finally Hideo thought back to something he was told once he was handed his first sword.
"Train until the sword becomes an arm. Then train until the sword becomes the world. In the end train until the sword becomes nothing."
The rush of insight broke into his mind as the words swam around. The sword becomes an arm. The sword becomes an arm.
Hideo rose to his feet and bowed deeply toward Kaga, his hair lightly brushing the sand. "Kaga-san, this one thanks you for your assistance. I remain deeply in your debt."
Kaga rose to his feet and bowed to Hideo, his eyes wide and confused. "Thank you Togashi-sama. I am happy to be of any service."
Hideo knew it would be useless to explain the thoughts that were running around his head, but he grasps the monk by the hand and says again. "I mean this Kaga-san, I remain deeply in your debt."
Hideo leaves shortly after, waving to the dentally challenged monk as he heads off to find the Mirumoto magistrates from the bandit attack two nights before. It was time to check up on them, and possibly get a better understanding of the city.
Hideo now has access to IR2. His Insight is no longer locked, and is moved to 158.