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After the Nine Great Clans united the long-divided lands of Kiyoshu 30 years ago, the empire has entered a golden age of peace and prosperity. However, the will of the samurai lives on! Swordsmen and warriors all around the country still strive for strength and mastery, to compete and reach the very peak of martial skill!

You are Hiroshi Nobuyasu of the Hiroshi Clan, a vassal clan of the Toumi, one of the Nine Great Clans. From a young age, you have been exposed to the way of the sword, trained in the arts of the Toumi School of Swordsmanship. But as fate would have it… You aren’t particularly good at the discipline. In fact, despite your hard work and determination, it would be apt to say that you are rather inept. At best, you are average, no better than some nameless foot soldier. Yet, you are far from discouraged. As one who shows deep passion and appreciation for the blade, your perseverance holds you firm. Never faltering in the face of adversity. Never abandoning the sworn tenets of the samurai.


>My Twitter:
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>Post Schedule:
I’ll try to post as often as I can, but expect posts to mainly come on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Weekends. If the quest ropes in enough people, I may consider hosting sessions.

>Dice:
There will be light use of dice in this quest. For most rolls, we will use a 3d15, and I’ll take the best out of the first three rolls to determine the outcome/effectiveness of your action. Dice will be rolled AFTER a vote has been locked in.

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Have fun and enjoy playing!
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Map of Kiyoshu. Red dots represent the capital of the respective prefecture.
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Previously, you concluded your training with the Nakatomi and fought in the Moriyama Spring Tournament. Your loss came in the second round after a close and hard fought battle with Goto Asahiko. After saying your farewells to Master Yasashiku and the rest of the Nakatomi disciples, you made your way to Mekura-Ji temple with Nakatomi Tadatoshi to learn the ways of blind combat.
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>>4798095

It has been two weeks since the departure of Kusunoki Enmei. With his parting words, you, Iga, and Tadatoshi have been training even harder with newfound resolve. The threat of barbarians, though from across the world, feels more tangible than you can imagine. The thought of quiet villages and their innocent inhabitants being ravaged for the sake of conquest and greed lingers at the back of your mind and pushes you further in the constant refinement of your craft.

Rapt by the sounds of distant sparring, your attention drifts momentarily from the task at hand. Rather than the three of you sitting side by side collectively trying to avoid a shower of hard, rounded wood, it is only you and Tadatoshi.

BONK.

In your distraction, a throbbing pain spreads from the very top of your cranium.

A cool, calming voice, infused with a modicum of justified irritation speaks up. “Nobuyasu, you have to focus or you won’t catch up to Iga.” This isn’t the first time you’ve been unfocused.

Unsurprisingly Iga, your sworn ninja, has progressed by leaps and bounds relative to you and Tadatoshi, having moved on to elementary sparring with the other monks. You can only seethe with excitement while waiting for your time to begin sparring.

Clutching the spot where the blunt quarterstaff struck you, you sigh. “Sorry Shinran… Let’s try again.”

As always, Tadatoshi says little, only grunting in agreement at continuing. Initially, it seemed as if he wasn’t cut out for this type of training, progressing the slowest out of the three. However, with a bit of disciplining from Shinran and deliberate focus, he has caught up to you, leaving you feeling conflicted.

On one hand, you are happy for your friend. Indeed, the heavens are unfair in the distribution of talent. The quiet Tadatoshi has always had good instincts, no doubt expediting his improvement. On the other, you can’t help but feel frustrated at your own slow progress. Slow and steady may be the key to a solid foundation, but too slow a pace can be demoralising and exhausting.

Alas, frustration and anger at oneself ultimately serves little purpose in the pursuit of betterment. In almost all cases, it stifles one’s progress, acting as another mental barrier. Thankfully, your daily meditations in the early mornings serve to provide a lengthy reprieve from the disruptive thoughts and emotions in addition to helping you hone your senses.
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>>4798096

“Ready? ”Shinran asks as he fiddles with the quarterstaff in his hands. Before you can give any response, you hear a set of footsteps leaving the temple stepping into the sunny courtyard, followed by many of the monks approaching the lone figure and offering reverent greetings.

Naturally, only the temple master, Banshou Ichirai, can rouse this sort of commotion. From the departure of the Sword Saint till now, he has been in secluded meditation. “Do not mind this old master, return to your training, everyone. I have simply emerged to observe.” His footsteps are light, almost floaty in the sound that they make. And as he walks around the temple grounds, the ringing bells on his metal staff jingle with a soothing, ethereal quality to it.

Shinran seems to heed his master’s instruction, not moving to provide greetings. Instead, his attention is on the two of you sitting in your own corner of the temple grounds. “Ready.” You steel yourself.

The crunching of sand and dirt underneath Shinran’s soles alerts you to the impending strike.

Left?

Right?

The quarterstaff cleaves the soft air, hissing with a low-pitched tone. The sound, together with the subtle changes in the air currents around you, tell you that the staff is locked to your right. Your judgement comes a bit late, but you duck your head instinctively, saving your skull from the worst of the impact. The staff simply grazes you. If it was a blade, it would be a much different story.

You and Tadatoshi go through more rounds of dodging, now thoroughly covered in a layer of grime, sweat, and dirt. In your brief period of rest, you hear an unexpected voice.

“Why do you hesitate? Trust your instincts.”

You don’t know when, but in the midst of your training, Master Banshou managed to walk up to you without the slightest noise. To your blindfolded self, it is like he mysteriously manifested before you.

“Dare I ask what you mean, Master Banshou?”

“Instinctually, you know where the staff will go. Intellectually, you are insecure about the outcome.”

He moves to give Tadatoshi his own set of advice, leaving you to ponder on his words. When he’s done, you make sure to thank him.


>”With all due respect, Master Banshou, I thought you weren’t going to instruct us?”

>”How was your secluded meditation, Master Banshou?”

>Return to training.

>other
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>>4798099
>How was your meditation Master Banshou.

Curious as I am, lets not look a gift horse in the mouth
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>>4798099
>”How was your secluded meditation, Master Banshou?”
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>>4798099
>other
try to politely inquire what he thinks about Enmei and this whole war business
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>>4798576
Support
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>>4798576
I shall support this also.
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>>4798576
support
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>>4798208
>>4798217
>>4798576
>>4798752
>>4798755
>>4799411

Writing.
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>>4800145

Leaning back with both your hands on the floor, you turn to the general direction of Master Banshou’s voice. “How was your secluded meditation, Master Banshou?”

“It was rather fruitful, I would say.” He chuckles. “Though the mysteries of life are ever elusive.”

“I can…” You pause for a moment to ensure your response isn’t too casual. “...only hope to imagine.”

“With the right effort and devotion, anyone can reach my level of understanding. It is only a matter of time and patience.” The bells on Ichirai’s staff jingles as he paces toward you. “I hope your training these past two weeks have been fruitful as well?”

“I believe so” You tilt your head to the sky and take a deep breath before sighing. “Even if my progress is on the slower side.”

“Slow does not necessarily equal bad, young Hiroshi, frustrating as it may be. Flow at your natural pace. Rushing only ruins your foundation.”

Something about those words provides you a sense of assurance. Perhaps it’s what you need to hear the most right now.

You grin. “Thank you, Master.”

“Shinran!” Ichirai calls. “How is your experience being the teacher for once? I trust that you’re not slacking in your duties?”

“I wouldn’t dare. This is also a valuable opportunity for me.”

“Then I take it that you have not left out the more spiritual aspects of our school in your instruction?”

“That…” A hint of nervousness rises in Shinran’s voice. “This disciple has been lacking in this regard.”

Ichirai grunts, which you take it to mean agreement. “As long as you’re aware.”

Come to think of it, it was a little strange to have received little teaching in the spiritual domain during your training at the temple. You can’t say you really wish for it, preferring to spend your time doing hard physical training, but it must be important or serve an important function if Master Banshou puts so much emphasis on it.
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>>4800259

“If there is nothing else, this old master will continue his observations.”

It’s not everyday that you can speak to the temple master so freely, so you wrack your head for any questions you might have. A few queries on training come to mind, but you dismiss them. Those are for Shinran to help you work through. However, one thing you are curious about is his perspective on Enmei and the future war to come.

“If I may ask, Master. What do you think of the Sword Saint and the upcoming invasion?”

“You want to know about Enmei? That old bastard?” Ichirai jeers. “He’s got skill, I give you that. Before the Unification War, he wandered the lands of Kiyoshu like you to hone his swordsmanship. I met him during his travels when I was still some no name guard working for the Minamoto. He’s a free spirit, that one… Does whatever he likes and thinks of the consequences later. I’m surprised he managed to keep his job as an honoured guard for the Shogun.”

Who knew that such a renowned figure was actually so… carefree?

“Anyway, enough about him. You want to know what I think about the coming war?”

“Yes.” You respond with as much confidence you can muster.

“It’s disheartening, expected - to say the least.” Ichirai says with dejection. “All conflict is borne from man’s material desire. His desire for land, wealth, glory. The irony is that the more he tries to sate this insatiable hunger, the hungrier he grows. It all stems from his inability to sever his Earthly attachments.”

You take a moment to digest the words. “Thank you, once again, for sharing your wisdom, Master Banshou.”

“A minor matter, you may return to your training.”
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>>4800261

The next few days pass as a blur of training, meditation, and now, discussions of philosophy. With Iga and Tadatoshi taking as well as you expect to the addition of the latter.

“I don’t understand what this means at all. How is this supposed to help in our training?” Iga voices in frustration.

Even Tadatoshi chimes in. “I don’t get it either.”

Something about this scene feels oddly familiar. You’re not in any better position, you hardly understood the spoken sutra Shinran asked you all to study today. And now, you’re struggling with how to handle the irritation of your two companions.

Shinran sounds like he’s at a loss as well. “Perhaps we should take a break.” he suggests.

“Might be good to clear our heads.” you add.

“Yes, that was my intention.”

Iga’s voice is muffled as he stuffs his face into his futon. “I’m gonna lie down for a bit.”

Shinran sighs, prompting you to apologize on the behalf of your friends.

You think of what to do during the break.


>”How did you come to join the temple?” [Strike up a conversation with Shinran.]

>”How is your sparring with the monks going?” [Check up on Iga.]

>”How do you find training at the temple?” [Check up on Tadatoshi.]

>other
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>>4800264
>”How did you come to join the temple?” [Strike up a conversation with Shinran.]
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>>4800264
>Check on Iga
>Check on Tadoshi

It behooves us to make sure our friends are alright
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>>4800264
>”How did you come to join the temple?” [Strike up a conversation with Shinran.]
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>>4800264
>”How do you find training at the temple?” [Check up on Tadatoshi.]
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>>4800264
>”How do you find training at the temple?” [Check up on Tadatoshi.]
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>>4800292
>>4800293
>>4800583
>>4800725
>>4802836

Writing, we'll do all three since there's an even spread of votes.
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>>4805467

Sorry this next post is taking a while. Life sadly has to happen.
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>>4805467

It wouldn’t hurt to get to know Shinran more. Two weeks at the temple and you still don’t really know much about him. “How did you come to join the temple?” you ask curiously, feeling the crisp texture of the table with your hands.

“I’ve been here all my life, and before the temple’s inception.” There’s a wisp of nostalgia in his voice, followed by pride. “In fact, I helped with its construction.

“Is that so?” You say.

“Yep. My parents- or rather, biological parents, abandoned me as a child due to my blindness. Fortunately, Master Banshou, already a wandering monk by this time, was nearby and took me in.” Shinran continues. “I’ve been with him ever since. In some sense, you could say he’s my father.”

“If he brought you up well, treats you well, and takes care of you, I’d say he is your father.” You put some emphasis on that last ‘is’. “Can’t really say I view my own father as a true father-figure.”

“I suppose so.” Shinran replies with amusement. “I don’t mean to pry, but why would you say that about your own father though?”

You give the question some serious thought, culminating in a few brief moments of silence. “Because he doesn’t really see me as his son. At the end of the day, I’m the ‘failure’ of the family. All the family resources and his guidance are directed at my younger brother.” That last line rouses some bitterness within yourself, leaving you a bit frustrated. You thought you grew numb to such feelings long ago.

“Though I can’t say what kind of people your brother or father are, I know that you probably deserve more. But...” Shinran’s response catches you off guard. “The world is unfair. The heavens are unfair. Humankind is unfair. To be free from the shackles of unfairness is to act indifferent to it, blinded from it.”

“Is that another one of your sutras?”

“Indeed.”

“Heh, guess I have more to learn.”
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>>4812065

Off to the side, Tadatoshi is performing maintenance on his bow. That’s what it sounds like, at least. “How’s training so far?”

“I’d rather be looking for my master.” He responds curtly. “But I guess such training has its benefits.”

“I take it you’re doing well, then.”

“As well as I can be.” Tadatoshi pauses, drawing and reigning back the bowstring. Can’t get back on the road any sooner.”

“We’ll be here for a few more weeks, then it's back on the road.”

“Aye”

You turn to the general direction of Iga. “What about you, Iga? How’s sparring?”

“Rough. Have no idea how these guys do it. It’s taking all that I have to just not trip...” Iga says, his voice no longer muffled by the futon. “The real question is, how are you holding up, Nobuyasu? After all, you chose to come here yourself.”

You’re not really sure what to answer, but give one anyway. “I guess I’m doing alright? Progress is slow, but I’ve never grasped anything quickly so it’s normal.”

“With that scary perseverance of yours, it doesn’t matter if you're slow. Heh, you could probably do anything.” Iga chuckles.

“You think too highly of me.” You say with slight embarrassment, of which you hide. “Shall we return to studying?”

Your two friends groan in unison, before acquiescing. The remaining day is going to be a long one.
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>>4812066

Time, our perception of it nebulous and fickle, passes by quickly, as is the case when one enters a routine. Wake up, meditate, dodge quarterstaves, study. That is your daily routine now, all done blindfolded. The last time you saw light feels like ages ago, to the point where you might even be forgetting what your own face looks like. Unlike Tadatoshi and Iga, you never felt comfortable taking it off after beginning this form of training at the temple, so you never did.

Another week passed, with respectable gains made by all three of you. Spurred by Shinran’s everyday discussions, you find yourself pondering more on things you previously wouldn’t have cared about - mainly, meaning. To be more specific, the meaning of the blade, what it represents, and what it means to walk the path of the samurai.

Do you walk the path of the blade for glory and fame? Not really.

Do you walk the path of the blade for skill and mastery? That’s what you like to think, but do you really?

Do you walk the path of the blade in pursuit of strength and power? Not wholly.

Do you walk the path of the blade to protect innocents? That’s what you like to think, but do you really?

You asked Shinran who said that the path of the blade is one of blood. This you don’t fully agree with.

If so, what does the blade mean? You can’t help but wonder how the Sword Saint would answer and at the same time, greatly dismayed that you didn’t get the chance to ask him.

Resting briefly before continuing your training, Master Banshou walks out of the temple again like he did a week ago. A chance to have your question answered? He makes his rounds around the temple, eventually coming upon you, Tadatoshi and Shinran. Some small talk is exchanged between him and Shinran before he walks away.

With some reluctance, you call out to him. “Master Banshou. Do you have a moment?”

“What troubles you, young Hiroshi.”

You collect your thoughts, and articulate your question the best you can. “I just wanted to ask, what does it mean to walk the path of the blade?”

Ichirai turns and walks back to you, the air becoming heavier in his wake. His footsteps are light, but feel like they exude the majesty of a mountain.

Why do you feel so tense? You ask yourself.

Just an arm’s length away from you, Ichirai stops and places one hand on your shoulder, sending a jolt down your spine. “What does it mean to walk?” He says, returning a question with another question.

“To... walk? You mumble. “I’m not sure, master...”

“Indeed, and neither does anyone in the world. Not the great scholars of Xu, not the wise masters of Kiyoshu, not the shaman barbarians.” Ichirai says wistfully. “But we’re all searching for that meaning.”

That’s all he says, and you’re left with much to think about. For now though, you’re fast approaching one month at the temple, with the need to decide what to do after.
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>>4812068

Stay:
>One month.
>Half a month.
>A week.
>Specify duration.

Leave:
>Minamoto Prefecture: The place of one of the oldest mountains of Kiyoshu, Mt. Kuromizu, an inactive volcano which erupted countless ages ago. Practitioners of the Minamoto style can only be described as “like a volcano”. When defending, they are extremely grounded, sturdy, like a tall proud mountain. When attacking, they do so in a violent burst, like a forceful eruption, before returning to their defensive stance. The ultimate goal of the Minamoto style is to end a fight with a single forceful cut.

>Taira Prefecture: Known as the land of cherry blossoms because of its high density of cherry blossom trees. The Taira style is hailed as the most beautiful of the nine styles, embodying the cycles of wilting and blooming of cherry blossoms. At the same time, it is not to be underestimated. A swordsman of the Taira can easily take control over the tempo of a battle and drive their opponents into a deadly corner.

>Yamato Prefecture: The very heart of Kiyoshu, where the sun shines brightest, enveloping the endless stretches of farmland. It is the desire of many to witness the brilliant Yamato sword style, said to be derived from the magnificent sun itself and taught only to the main branch of the Yamato Clan. However, it is also home to many famous independent sword schools who have produced countless legendary swordsmen over the ages.

>other (You can pick prefectures not directly neighbouring Nakatomi, but keep in mind travelling time.)

Time left until Taiyo Festival:
>10 months 1 week
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>>4812070
>Leave
>Taira Prefecture

If you can control the tempo, you are the one on the front foot. If you can consistently reclaim the tempo, you are fantastic
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>>4812070
>Stay One month.
we haven't learned much yet. I think this is useful but we need a breakthrough
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>>4812419
We've increased our reactions by a "respectable amount" and I don't see any other great benefits we can get without losing out on a lot more of our pillgirmage. Travel time is a thing.

And QM, can we get a list of all the sword schools we know of in the country, rather than just the one's nearby, so we can plot a route?
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>>4812070
>Taira Prefecture: Known as the land of cherry blossoms because of its high density of cherry blossom trees. The Taira style is hailed as the most beautiful of the nine styles, embodying the cycles of wilting and blooming of cherry blossoms. At the same time, it is not to be underestimated. A swordsman of the Taira can easily take control over the tempo of a battle and drive their opponents into a deadly corner.
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>>4812473

>Toumi
The Toumi province is generally flat with the occasional hill and tree, made up of vast sprawling plains that stretch to the rocky cliffs overlooking the sea.

The Toumi school is nased on the great vastness of the Toumi plains, characterised by wide sweeping attacks, great unrestricted movement, and erratic attack patterns through constantly varying attack range. Practitioners tend to use long and lighter blades when fighting in the open in addition to a shorter katana for fighting in closed spaces.


>Ashikaga
Home to the warm, golden beaches of Kiyoshu bordering the Great Eastern Sea. Inland, there is no lack of rivers that reach far into the heart of the prefecture, even spanning into the neighbouring Yamato and Fujiwara prefectures.

The Ashikaga school is based on the abundant waters that flow from the Great Eastern Sea. It is extremely adaptable - like water, the blade may crash and flow, striking hard or soft, limited only by the will of the swordsman. Notable aspects include disarming techniques and the ability to use this style with many different blades.


>Fujiwara
The Fujiwara prefecture spans part of the great highlands of Kiyoshu, which lends to its natural defences. All year round, strong winds from the Great Eastern Sea bombard its great cliffs, and especially its capital of Higashito.

The Fujiwara school is based on the mighty winds of the Great Eastern Sea, with a high emphasis on fast Iaido. One can expect a practitioner of the Fujiwara style of swordsmanship to draw their blade with lightning speed, slicing before their adversary even realise they've been cut. Practitioners prefer using light katanas.


>Tachibana
Located in a rich mountainous region filled with large mineral and ore deposits, making it the most active mining region. The province produces most of the steel required for weapon-forging, and many smiths choose to reside in Tachibana for relatively easier access to materials which has led to the province being known as "The Land of Steel". In addition, there is very little fertile land, so most grain and meat is imported in exchange for metals and gems.

The Tachibana school is based on the rich primordial earth that encompasses the whole prefecture. It is the most defence oriented out of the Nine Great Schools, opting for many parry based techniques that use an opponent's power against them. Like the Nakatomi style, it utilises dual wielding, but reather than having a Wakizashi in the other hand, it makes use of the scabbard as another weapon to attack and defend with.
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>>4813285

>Minamoto
The place of one of the oldest mountains of Kiyoshu, Mt. Kuromizu, an inactive volcano which erupted countless ages ago. Due to this, the soil is extremely rich and fertile, allowing the farmers of Minamoto to match the crop output of even Yamato despite their smaller land.

The Minamoto school is nased on the calamitous Mt. Kuromizu from ages prior.
Practitioners can only be described as “like a volcano”. When defending, they are extremely grounded, sturdy, like a tall proud mountain. When attacking, they do so in a violent burst, like a forceful eruption, before returning to their defensive stance. The ultimate goal of the Minamoto style is to end a fight with a single forceful cut and practitioners prefer using heavy nodachi.


>Taira
Known as the "Land of Cherry Blossoms" because of its high density of cherry blossom trees. The province is known to all of Kiyoshu as a vibrant place of culture and art, where many scholars, writers, and artists reside. Many of Kiyoshu's works of art and literature, ancient or contemporary, have come from Taira province.

The Taira style is hailed as the most beautiful of the nine styles, embodying the cycles of wilting and blooming of cherry blossoms. At the same time, it is not to be underestimated. A swordsman of the Taira can easily take control over the tempo of a battle and drive their opponents into a deadly corner.


>Soga
The most northern province of Kiyoshu, occupying a highly mountainous region whose peaks are blanketed in white all year round. The relatively few residents of the Soga prefecture all reside high up in the mountains, constantly surrounded by silver-white snow which covers the entire land during winter.

The Soga style is based on snow, and has two main forms. The first is slow and steady, like falling snow, where practitioners seek to slowly wear down the opponent until they either collapse or get exhausted enough that the practitioner can easily overwhelm them.

The second form is fast and unrelenting, like a strong blizzard that completely blankets the land, bearing some similarity to the Nakatomi style. It's characterised by fast attacks that seek to hit more than one point of the body.

Students of the Soga school either specialise in one form and are proficient in the other, or practice both equally. The best warriors master both.


>Nakatomi
The Nakatomi province is surrounded by thick forests, making it a prime location for hidden outposts inhabited by various groups, and boasts the largest collection of bamboo forests in all of Kiyoshu.

The Nakatomi school is based on the lush woodlands and bamboo forests of the Nakatomi land. "To mete out a forest of blades" is the core proinciple of the Nakatomi style. Much like the second form of the Soga style, practitioners attack without respite, but with the objective of confusing their opponent, trapping them in a forest of steel.
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>>4813286

>Yamato
The very heart of Kiyoshu, where the sun shines brightest, enveloping the endless stretches of farmland. It is the desire of many to witness the brilliant Yamato sword style, taught only to the main branch of the Yamato Clan. However, it is also home to many famous independent swordsmen and independent sword schools who have produced countless legendary swordsmen over the ages.

The Yamato school is based on the brilliant sun, and features a large collection of sweeping 'arced' attacks, taking much inspiration from the rising and setting of the sun. When facing a warrior of the Yamato, one must prepare to face the might of the rising sun and the fury of its descent.
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I've also posted all of the above info into the KismetQM discord server for easy reference in the future.

https://discord.com/invite/cfNMQtrErm
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>>4812473
Increased reflexes is nice, but we've only scraped the spiritual teachings. I feel these might be useful, and something the other purely martial schools cannot provide.
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>>4813780
Unfortunately we are on a deadline and need to keep moving if we want to visit half these places for their wisdom, which the mysteries of the spiritual are not going to greatly help with.

Furthermore, the spiritual side of things has been barely touched yes but it has been touched. Something to contemplate as we ride and as we rest, thinking about why we do as we do that will help us as a person but not as a swordsman.
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Votes will run for another day.
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>>4812070
>Stay
>Half a month.
After that,
>Leave for Taira Prefecture
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>>4812070
>Stay
>Half a month.
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>>4812070
>Taira Prefecture: Known as the land of cherry blossoms because of its high density of cherry blossom trees. The Taira style is hailed as the most beautiful of the nine styles, embodying the cycles of wilting and blooming of cherry blossoms. At the same time, it is not to be underestimated. A swordsman of the Taira can easily take control over the tempo of a battle and drive their opponents into a deadly corner.
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>Leave
>>4812107
>>4813247
>>4815972

>Stay
>>4815354
>>4814065
>>4813780
>>4812419

We'll stay for half a month more then head for Taira Prefecture. Writing!
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>>4816057

Over the next few days, Master Banshou's words remain fresh in your mind. There is still so much you don't understand about yourself and the world, a fact that fills you with a peculiar sense of loss that you can't accurately describe. Realising that you'd have to forge, cleave, and navigate your very own path through the vast world, is both a liberating and immensely frightening thought. The way forward doesn't seem so simple now, but really, you know it was never so simple. Just like in the bandit hideout where you took away your first life, you're certain there will be more of such instances where your values and will are tested. Whether you'll be able to stay true to yourself will be answered when the time arises. For now though, all you can do is walk ahead with faith in your own conviction, following what you believe is right.

At the end of the week, you decide that you’re going to stay for half a month longer and inform Shinran of the news.

Now, you’re the only one left doing dodging exercises. Today, however, something feels slightly different during your usual training. The sounds of all the motions are the same, but they resonate clearer in your ear. You pick up on more sounds that you hadn’t noticed previously - the faint swooshing of the folds on Shinran’s clothing, the mild creaking of wood as his grip tightens on the staff. It’s as if you can see it! There’s no need to think any more about this. Just intuitively, you know the staff is coming straight from above, and you deftly move out of the way.

Only the low hiss of splitting air is heard.

Shinran stops the staff as it’s about to hit the ground and remains in that stance for a moment, as if pondering on something. “Remember that feeling.” He suddenly says.

“Then let’s go for more rounds.” you reply.

The proceeding session is the smoothest one you’ve had all month, only getting hit a handful of times. It took a while, but you finally learnt to “trust” your instincts, as Master Banshou put it, not letting your intellectual part conflict with the instinctual. Panting after all the movement, you drop your back on the floor, your sweat seeping into the soil, and take in the pleasant spring breeze.

You feel the sunlight shining on your face becoming distinctly cooler, followed by Shinran speaking. “We’re done with this, tomorrow you can join Tadatoshi and Iga with their sparring.” His voice is as calm and composed as ever, but is tinged with a little pride.
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>>4819134

Finally, it’s time for sparring. It may have taken you a month to get here, but you certainly feel it was worth it. In your hand is a bamboo stick, procured by Shinran, roughly the length of your katana. It’s light, but sturdy, melting comfortably into your grip. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve swung anything remotely like a sword, so the feeling is refreshing. A few paces in front of you is one of the monks of the temple, dangerously armed with a quarterstaff.

At the call of Shinran, the peace of the temple grounds is broken and you hear the sound of footsteps quickly increasing in volume. In your mind is a blurred image of what your opponent is doing, with as much clarity as a muddy pond. Before you know it, a throbbing pain bursts throughout your left shoulder and you’re sent to the ground.

“Focus, Nobuyasu!” Shinran slams the base of his staff on the ground. “Tadatoshi, you’re next.”

In Tadatoshi’s hand are two bamboo sticks, one the length of his katana, the other his wakizashi. After a few clashing of sticks, he too is sent flying to the ground.

“Not bad. Next!”

Iga promptly moves to meet his sparring partner with only a short stick of bamboo in his hand, the length of a wakizashi. The ensuing battle lasts significantly longer than the previous two with wood constantly hitting wood. Based on sound alone, you can’t tell who has the advantage, but you know Iga is holding up pretty good. He’s certainly improved from “taking all that he has to just not trip”. Seconds later the fight ends rather abruptly with what sounds like a kick.

“I wonder if you’d dare to do that if I have my blindfold off.” Iga mutters clutching his head. “How do you even see something like that coming based on sound?”

“I don’t know, Iga. You just gotta feel it coming.” The other monk returns in a friendly smug tone.

“Alright, enough small talk.” Shinran claps his hands twice. “Nobuyasu, you’re up again. Iga and Tadatoshi, could you come here for a second?”

You can’t make out what instruction Shinran is giving out to your friends, but even if you could, you’d probably be unable to apply what he’s saying. You can only focus on the task at hand.

At the week’s end, you manage to get your bearings at least. Being rusty with your sword techniques must have had something to do with it, but after a few days, all that muscle memory came rushing back like a violent torrent. With only a week left, there’s not much improvement to be had, but you give it your all nonetheless.
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>>4819137

Before you know it, the days spent at the temple pass by in a flash. As you’re packing up your things and preparing to leave the road, Shinran enters the small lodging you’ve been staying in during your time at the temple. “So this is where we say goodbye.” He takes a seat. “Feels almost like yesterday that you guys came to the temple.”

“Sure does…” you respond.

“Where are you headed after this?”

“Taira province, straight to Nimmyo probably.”

“That’s not too far from here.” Shinran stands up. “Allow me to see you guys off.”

“Of course.”

The whole lot of you walk to the temple gate. Even now, the three you still have your blindfold on. “I guess it’s time to take this thing off.” You say while unwinding the wrapped cloth around your eyes. Iga and Tadatoshi follow suit, voicing similar expressions of relief.

Your vision is immediately flooded by the colours of the early morning. Thankfully, the sky is still dark, else your eyes might have actually been seared blind. No need for a blindfold then. Finally being able to see after one and a half months is a weird feeling, but you can’t say you don’t miss using your eyes. Taking a quick scan around, you’re shocked to find Master Banshou standing beside Shinran. Somehow sensing your shock, he puts a finger over his lip, silencing whatever you are going to say.

Just how long has he been there? And on that note… how many times was he just there without any of you noticing?
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Shinran, unaware of his master beside him, steps forward and reaches for something in his pocket. After fiddling around for a moment, three small charms appear in his hands. "I made this for the three of you. Take it as a parting gift." Each charm is wrapped with a different colour cloth and different pattern. The only similarity between the three being the sigil of a line crossing through an eye-shaped oval embroidered on the front.

“Thank you, Shinran.” He hands you a brown charm with beautiful fields of tall grass woven on it. Sewn at the back is a small piece of cloth with the words "Blinded to hardship, one will not fear it." You tie it to your scabbard together with the sageo handed to you by Master Yasashiku.

“My gratitudes.” Iga is handed a dark blue charm with cloud patterns obscuring a full moon of a lighter shade of blue. At the back of his charm reads, "Life is fickle, yet it carries the weight of mountains."

“Thanks.” Tadatoshi is handed a green charm decorated with shoots of bamboo. His one reads, "To be consumed by attachment is to be blinded to the world."
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>>4819149

“I should be the one thanking you guys. You’ve also taught me many lessons over the course of your stay.” Shinran snaps his fingers and another monk brings out the two horses that you came to the temple with. After all that training, you almost forgot that they were here. It looks like the monks have been taking good care of them. The pouches by the saddles are also refilled with supplies.

“Our time at the temple has been invaluable. Please send Master Banshou our regards.” You say wistfully. “May our paths cross again!”

“Indeed! You’re always welcomed back, maybe next time you can shave your head for good!” Shinran’s voice eventually fades into the distance. “Safe travels!”
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>>4819153

Thankfully, the temple is situated near the Nakatomi-Taira border and within a day you begin to see the petal-filled grounds of Taira. It’s as people say, the entire landscape is a magnificent blur of pink, green, brown, and grey. Sakura trees, mossy stone, and humble cliffs, all finely pieced together according to Heaven’s vibrant tapestry. However, the capital is still a ways away, about a five day journey from where you are, Iga reckons.


For the next two days, the journey goes smoothly with some idle chatter between you and Tadatoshi. Since there are few tall trees to perch on, Iga moves with the group, occasionally moving forward in the few but hidden pockets of shadow to scout out the road. On the third day, your supplies run low.

“We’ll need to stop by a village to replenish our food supplies.” Iga advises. “The alternative is to keep on the move and hunt for our food. What do you think, Nobuyasu?”

“Either is fine with me.” Tadatoshi interjects.


>Go to the village.

>Keep on the move and hunt for food.

>other
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>>4819155
>Go to the village.
Might as well see if there's a movie plot happening here.
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>>4819155
>>Go to the village.
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>>4819155
>Go to the village.
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>>4819155
>Go to the village

Courage and honour and all that.
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>>4819155
>Go to the village.
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>>4819160
>>4819163
>>4819311
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>>4819477

Writing.
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RIP KismetQM

He was pretty good.
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>>4825342

I'm alive :P Just taking a while as usual cause life.
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>>4825342
It's as though sometimes, in the dark of night, we can still hear his voice, see the posts of what could have been.

Rest well Samurai QM, rest with your ancestors.
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“Let’s go to a village then.” You take out the map you received back in Moriyama and point to a specific location. “We should be around here, the closest village looks to be Aohana village.”

“Oh? That’s not too far from here. We can probably reach it by noon.” Iga adds.

You fold the map and put it back into one of your pockets. “Let’s go then.”

In no time, a sprawling rustic scene enters your view, with architecturally complex village buildings dotting the land. It’s certainly the most magnificently built village you’ve seen thus far.

Before you’re spotted by anyone, Iga stops the group. “I’ll enter first, we’ll meet up in the village.”

“Alright, see you there.” you acknowledge.
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The small sign by the village entrance tells you that this is indeed Aohana village. Two Peacekeeper guards stand by the gate and eye you with some suspicion before approaching. They are clad in your usual white Peacekeeper regalia but their armor is also adorned with various aesthetic ornaments and painted with illustrious patterns that give them a noble and sophisticated air.

“Greetings-” He pauses to further scrutinise your attire, his eyes widening slightly when he sees the Toumi mon on your scabbard and switches to a more polite tone “Greetings, milords, may I ask for the purpose of your visit?” One of them asks.

“We’re just stopping by to stock up on supplies.” You put on a friendly expression. “I hope that we won’t be troubling the villagers too much.”

The guard moves to the side and makes a welcoming gesture. “Of course not, milord. Please enjoy your stay at our Aohana village.” From what you can see under his mask, he has an oddly excited expression you can’t exactly read. A little confused, you nod and proceed on your way with Tadatoshi, the two guards whispering among themselves after you’ve walked a distance away.

Tadatoshi gives you a weird look. “What’s up with them?”

“No idea.” You shrug your shoulders. “Anyway, let’s bring our horses to the stables first.”
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>>4826409

At the stables, two stableboys tend to your trusty steeds and have that same strange excited face and mumble among themselves after your departure with Tadatoshi. Just what is up with this village?

Walking around, two things are clear. First, all the villagers are dressed in what you’d consider exquisite clothing - not like the wealthy attires of the nobility, but exquisite in a fashionable sense, just like the two guards. All the way down from clothing to architecture, it seems like the people of Taira prefecture embrace aesthetics in stride. It makes sense that many of Kiyoshu’s literary and artistic masterpieces come from here. The second thing is that the people are quite noticing of outsiders, everywhere you walk you receive the stares of passersby if they’re alone or hush whispers between them if they’re in a group. Not to mention that they have that same excited look.

Tadatoshi places a hand on your shoulder. “I’m going to look for information.”

“Oh, that’s fine, I can handle the supplies myself.” You reach for where you usually store your coin pouch, panicking a bit when you realise it isn’t there. “Damn it, I left-” Clinking coins cut off what you’re going to say as Tadatoshi takes out a bag of coins and tosses it to you.

“Thanks Tadatoshi.” You sigh with relief. “Are you going to ask about your master?”

He grunts in acknowledgement. “See you in a bit.”
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>>4826414

“That’ll be fifty coppers, milord.” The old man in front of the counter says. “It’ll be prepared shortly.”

“Got it.” You count the correct amount in your couch, as the smell of dried meat overwhelms your senses. It’s not the best food you’ve ever had, but it’s the best for the road, lasts long and is easy to carry.

The old man places a few large stacks of wrapped jerky the width of two grown man’s arms, bound together by string. You made sure to get enough to last quite a bit. “It’s ready, milord.”

“Thank you, sir.” You say as you’re about to place the money on the counter.

“Excuse my rudeness, milord, but might you be called Hiroshi Nobuyasu?” He suddenly asks, taking you off guard. You’re not sure you’ve met this specific man before, did he know your father perhaps?

You immediately dismiss that idea and fumble out a rushed response. “Yes… But how did you know? I don’t believe we’ve met, sir.”

“Indeed we have not. Your reputation precedes you, Lord Hiroshi.” The man grins amicably, giving off the feeling of a grandfather. “You’ve become the talk of the town among the villages near the Nakatomi-Taira border, though you’re better known as the Blue Liberator”

Just one and a half months in a temple secluded from the wider world and this is what you come back to. “When did I get such a title? And more importantly, why?” You ask in befuddlement. “I don’t believe I’ve done anything noteworthy.”

“You’re too humble, Lord Hiroshi. It is Iwasaki Taizo’s honour to get to serve you today.” The old man bows reverently.

“There’s no need, Mister Iwasaki! Please lift your head!” You say, flustered. “Wait, Iwasaki? Might you perhaps be related to Iwasaki Minato?”

“Yes, milord. He is my son. I am originally from Kiga village, but moved here to set up this business. Word of your heroic rescue has spread to many of the local villages.”

“Truly, we live in a small world.” You put the fifty coppers on the counter. “I’m glad to have met him, your son is an upright man.”

“Milord, there is no need to pay.” The old man pushes the coins towards you. “That’s the least I can do to thank you for saving my kin.”


>”On behalf of me and my companions, thank you for your generosity, mister Iwasaki.”

>”There’s no need to thank me, mister Iwasaki. It is simply my duty. I will pay the full price.”

>other
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>>4826422
>>”On behalf of me and my companions, thank you for your generosity, mister Iwasaki.”
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>>4826315

LOL. Good one.
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>>4826422
>There is no need to thank me, It was simply my duty.
>I can hardly claim to save your kin if I starve you, so please take the money.

If he's dead insistant, then at least leave him 30.
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>>4826422
>”On behalf of me and my companions, thank you for your generosity, mister Iwasaki.”
we can take what is freely given
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>>4826422
>”On behalf of me and my companions, thank you for your generosity, mister Iwasaki.”
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>>4827640

Writing.
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You sling the wrapped stacks of dried meat over your shoulder. “On behalf of me and my companions, thank you for your generosity, mister Iwasaki.”

“It’s my pleasure to aid you on your journey. Safe travels, milord.”

“All the best to you as well.”

You leave the store with your acquired goods. Iga and Tadatoshi are probably still out doing their own thing so you head back to the stables first to load up the horses with the dried meat, taking a few strips of jerky to sate your afternoon hunger. With nothing left to do for the moment, you find a quiet, open corner of the stables, away from the main road to practice some kata.

About an hour later, while you’re in the midst of performing a wide slash, a voice from above catches you off guard, causing you to almost trip. “Yo, Blue Liberator, I see you’re having fun.” Naturally, it’s Iga, and he’s sitting leisurely on the tiled roof of the stables. He skillfully scales down a beam to the ground.

“Uh, yeah. I see you found out… Please don’t call me that.” You say embarrassed, still catching your bearings. “So what else did you manage to find out.”

“I was just teasing.” Iga snickers. “So where do I start… I suppose you’ll want to know about the schools in Nimmyo?”

“We can start there.”

“Well, first, there’s the Taira school itself. They have pretty strict requirements for training within the main dojo. So joining won’t be as easy as with Nakatomi Yasashiku.” Iga clears his throat. “Not that I have many good things to say about the Taira. They’re too pretentious and uptight, caring about things like grace and elegance that’ll get you killed in a battle.”

“Still, you can’t dismiss the fact that they’ve managed to hold on to their position as one of the Nine Great Schools.” You interject.

“That’s true, those are just my thoughts. You chose to go to Taira, so something about their style must have drawn you here.” Iga continues. “I’ll trust your decision.”

“Tell me about the other schools.”

“Have you heard of the Higanbana Troupe?”

“You mean that big Buki-Ensou group? I’ve heard of them.” You answer. “What does that have to do with me though? I don’t want to learn how to perform martial arts for the masses.”

“They aren’t just big, they are THE biggest Buki-Ensou group in Taira, and for good reason as well from what I know.”

“And that reason is…”

“Their performances aren’t choreographed, and neither do they use prop weapons.” Iga draws out his wakizashi with a twirl and holds it in front of you. “Their so-called performance duels are all done with real weapons.”

Listening to Iga's elevated tone, “You seem to be a fan.” you say.

“You could say that, though I’ve only ever seen them perform once. Had to be the most surreal Buki-Ensou show I’ve ever seen.” Iga sheathes his wakizashi and laughs. “Ironic isn’t it? The actors are more warrior-like than the warriors.”
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>>4830427

Suddenly, the acute sound of a certain set of footsteps, one that you’ve become quite accustomed to, enters your ear. “Are we ready, Blue Liberator?” Tadatoshi asks with a smug tone you didn’t know he was capable of making under that stoic composure.

“Not you as well… Yeah.” You respond with a palm on your forehead, turning back to Iga. “Let’s continue this discussion on the road to Nimmyo.” With that, the three of you mount up and get ready to leave Aohana village, but without a few groups of people coming to send you off. This is gonna take some getting used to.

“So anyway, I heard from some of the locals back in the village that the great warriors of Taira have been gathering in Nimmyo.” Iga picks up where you both left off. “This also means that you might meet someone that might know your master, Tadatoshi, given how skilled you say she is.”

Tadatoshi’s eyes widen noticeably. “In that case, let’s make haste.”

“Calm down, it’s just three days to Nimmyo, no need to rush.” You say, causing Tadatoshi’s expression to drop a little. “Do you know why they’re all going to Nimmyo?”

Iga shakes his head. “Something to do with the Daimyo. Guess we can find out once we arrive. Besides, isn’t Nimmyo known as the City of Intertwining Fates? Supposedly, all great heroes eventually cross paths there. A bunch of crazy superstitions I say.”

“This is proving to be quite interesting.” You comment.
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>>4830430

On the evening of the third day, you arrive at a city even more glamorous than Aohana village, which falls in line with your expectations. Vivid architecture oozes from every nook and cranny, doused in a magnificent orange shade from the setting sun, and colourfully fashionable characters fill the streets, each with their own style. Despite the diverse forms of dress and buildings, it all seems to melt together seamlessly. This is definitely Nimmyo.

It’s getting late, so the three of you agree to find an inn to stay at. Quick queries from the locals, some of which whisper among themselves when you pass them, give you three potential inns to stay at and/or visit.
>Kentaro Family Inn: A humble inn located near the housing districts with a good reputation for their hospitality and quality service. Prices for food and lodging are reasonable and it’s usually not too crowded. RIP. If you know, you know.

>Smiling Crescent Tavern: Located upon a hill near the center of the city, the tavern features a picturesque view of the whole city and beyond, making it a favourite gathering place for poets, writers, musicians, and those that dabble in the fine arts. The cost of food and shelter are higher than that of the Kentaro Family Inn but certainly not as inordinate as Takamagahara.


>Takamagahara: The largest and most luxurious inn in Nimmyo located near the Taira school and palace. Only well-to-do travelers visit the inn for a few drinks, and only the wealthiest stay a few nights. Without fail, people of high status will be there.

>other
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>>4830433
>kentaro Family in.

Frugality is a virtue. Anyway, we'll have to figure out these requirements. But if they are too strict then going for the circuis may be the better idea.
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>>4830433
Kentaro Family Inn: A humble inn located near the housing districts with a good reputation for their hospitality and quality service. Prices for food and lodging are reasonable and it’s usually not too crowded.
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>>4830433
>Kentaro Family Inn: A humble inn located near the housing districts with a good reputation for their hospitality and quality service. Prices for food and lodging are reasonable and it’s usually not too crowded. RIP. If you know, you know.
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>>4830433
>Kentaro Family Inn: A humble inn located near the housing districts with a good reputation for their hospitality and quality service. Prices for food and lodging are reasonable and it’s usually not too crowded.
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>>4830485
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>>4830862
>>4830939

Writing.
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The Kentaro Family Inn sounds like a good choice. Not many things can go wrong when one is frugal, and the quieter atmosphere isn’t something you mind in the slightest. Tadatoshi and Iga are quick to agree with your assessment. Better not to draw too much unwanted attention to yourself as well. So with the matter settled, you three make your way to the inn, guided by signposts and directions from the locals.

Darkness eventually envelopes the city when the final rays of the sun retreat pass the horizon, only to be snuffed out by a surge of artificial light from the lanterns lining the streets and buildings. If the city was considered magnificent before, it’s safe to say that you could call it breathtaking now. At the same time, the streets start to become more crowded as droves of people exit from buildings left and right, all seeming to head towards a few directions if your observations are correct.

“Careful, Nobuyasu, Tadatoshi. Pickpockets love to work in crowds like this.” Iga informs. This isn’t something you considered before. You take good note of his advice

After a while of slogging through the sea of flesh, wary of any suspicious hands, a certain signboard finally comes into view which reads “Kentaro Family Inn”, to the delight of you and your companions. Eager to quickly escape from the crowd, you pick up the pace, slaloming around what you think are overly dressed people. However, just in front of the inn, you knock a large hooded figure.

“Tsk, watch where you’re- .” The large man says. “Apologies.” The stark difference in tone unsettles you, in fact, everything about him unsettles you, all the way from his obfuscated visage to his oddly familiar voice which tingles your sense of danger. Where have you heard it before? However, the man fades into the crowd, evading the eyes of Iga and Tadatoshi, preventing any of you from taking a closer look.

You stop just in front of the inn, pondering on what just happened. Seeing your distrubed expression, Iga shoots you a concerned look while sliding the door open. “Whats up?

“Nothing.” You respond, looking towards where the man disappeared before entering.
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>>4834609

The peaceful ambience inside, provides a much needed reprieve from the bustling hordes just beyond the door. Looking around, there doesn’t seem to be anybody around, save for a young man and woman occupying a table to the left. The woman’s gaze immediately shifts towards your group when the bells hung by the door ring, while the man glances briefly.

The man rests his chin on the table. “Rikaaaaa, I want some dangooo.” He calls out with a childlike cadence.

“You wait.” The woman says irritably. “There are guests here.”

She’s dressed in a scarlet kimono adorned with pink floral patterns, standing just a head shorter than you. “Good evening fellow sirs, my name is Kentaro Rika, how can I assist you?”

“Good evening, Miss Kentaro. We’re looking for a place to stay for the night” you say politely.

“Ah, just call me Rika. Both of our rooms are free for the time being.”

“Then please call me Nobuyasu.”

“Very well, how shall I address the other two sirs?”

Returning the level of formality, Tadatoshi and Iga also give just their given names.

“Then Nobuyasu, Iga, and Tadatoshi it is. A pleasure to serve you.” She gestures welcomingly to the flight of stairs behind her. “Allow me show you upstairs.” Despite her youthful appearance, her speech and mannerisms are refined and well-practiced.

You nod. “We’ll be in your care. ”
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>>4834616

On the way to your room, she shows you around the inn, explaining the costs of the food and lodging. For diners, they would have to pay the reasonable prices listed on the menu. But if one was intending on renting a room and staying, the daily cost came at just twenty-five coppers per night with food provided. Of course, with multiple people the cost would be higher, but not by much. Truly a steal!

After helping you set up your futons, Rika leaves the three of you in the room. “Please feel free to make yourselves at home. Food will be ready at your request.” She bows. “I will take my leave for the moment.”

The room is simple, a small table by the corner with a single window overlooking the busy street. Quite reminiscent of your room back at the Nakatomi dojo. It’s well-cleaned as well, not a single speck of dust anywhere, and spacious enough such that three people staying here wouldn’t pose any significant problem.

“This is a nice place.” You comment.

“It’s alright.” Tadatoshi says as he carefully sets his archery equipment by the side. “What do we do now?”

“Take a break, I guess. We’ve been travelling non-stop the past few days.” Your stomach starts to add to the conversation. “And I’m pretty hungry right now. Would be nice to eat some home-cooked food after so long.”

“Sounds good.” Iga yawns. “Well, you guys have fun. I’ll go out and do my usual work.”

“Alri-” You cut yourself off and pause, thinking for a moment. “Why don’t you join us? You’ve been working pretty hard. It’s nice to take a break once in a while.”

“I-Is that alright?” He asks without his usual calm composure.

Tadatoshi places a hand on Iga’s shoulder as he walks out of the room. “Nobuyasu said so, so just come.”

With an annoyed expression, Iga mumbles softly, “Tch. You’re the last person I need to tell me that.” However, by this point Tadatoshi is already halfway down the flight of stairs, oblivious to whatever was said.
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The two of them sit by the other table in the room while you approach Rika. “Excuse me, we’d like something to eat.”

“Right away, Nobuyasu. What would you and your companions like to have?” She asks.

You’re pretty sure that Iga and Tadatoshi heard her question as well so you turn to them with a questioning look, receiving a response that tells you they’re okay with whatever. “Anything will be fine.” you reply.

“No problem, we’ll serve today’s special in that case.” She smiles.

“Thank you.” You return to your table.

A few minutes later, an appetising fragrance wafts from the back room. The man (or boy?), still with his chin on the table, calls out to you. “Hey! Why don’t you guys join us here?”

Seems harmless enough, you think. Iga gives you that same look that says he’s neutral. Tadatoshi on the other hand… He doesn’t look so keen to join a child at the dinner table, but sighs. “Your choice, Nobuyasu.”

You give it some thought, then turn to face the man. “Thank you. We’ll take you up on your offer.”

“I’m Yuyo.” He introduces. “I heard your names just now. Nobuyasu, Iga, and… Tadashi, right?”

“Tadatoshi.” he corrects curtly.

“Sorry, sorry.” Yuyo clasps his palms together almost comically, trying to appear apologetic.

“Yuyo, you need to show more respect to our guests!” Rika chides as she brings out a tray of food.

Another figure tails closely behind Rika with two more trays of food. “That’s right, what if you offend some young lord?” This new person bears some resemblance to Rika, albeit much taller and possessing a more mature complexion. Setting down the food, he bows. “Apologies for not greeting fellow sirs just now. I’m Kentaro Haruya, Rika’s older brother.”

“A minor matter. Thank you for the food.”

After another round of introductions, you begin to dig into your food, a simple but savoury katsu don with a bowl of miso soup. The rich flavours almost make you shed a tear. It’s been so long since you’ve had such nice food. The three of you including Rika and Yuyo sit around the table while Haruya stands by the side, looking pleasantly satisfied that you’re enjoying the food.

“So what brings you guys to Nimmyo?” Haruya asks.


How do you answer?
>”I’m just travelling around Kiyoshu.”
>”I’m travelling to hone my swordsmanship. “
>”I’d rather not say.”
>other

What do you ask next? (You can choose multiple options.)
>Ask about the Kentaro siblings and Yuyo.
>Ask about points of interest in Nimmyo.
>Ask about the recent gathering of swordsmen in Nimmyo.
>other
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>>4834620
>”I’m travelling to hone my swordsmanship. “
>Ask about the Kentaro siblings and Yuyo.
>Ask about the recent gathering of swordsmen in Nimmyo.
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>>4834620
>”I’m travelling to hone my swordsmanship.“
>Ask about the Kentaro siblings and Yuyo.
>Ask about the recent gathering of swordsmen in Nimmyo.
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>>4834620
>”I’m travelling to hone my swordsmanship. “
>Ask about the Kentaro siblings and Yuyo.
>Ask about points of interest in Nimmyo.
>Ask about the recent gathering of swordsmen in Nimmyo.
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>>4834648
+1
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>>4834620
I'll support>>4834648 No reason not too.
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>>4834624
>>4834645
>>4834648
>>4834672
>>4834960

Will begin writing when I wake up later.
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>>4837283
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>>4837283

You swallow down your rice. “I’m travelling to hone my swordsmanship.”

“A warrior’s pilgrimage?” Haruya asks. “I didn’t know many people did those anymore.”

Iga points to you. “I’m travelling with him to make sure he doesn’t die.” The whole table, maybe except Tadatoshi, bursts into laughter.

“I’m looking for someone.” Tadatoshi says monotonously.

Rika hums curiously. “Who’re you looking for?”

“My master.” Tadatoshi finishes another piece of meat. “An archer. Female. Dressed in shrine maiden attire.”

“That’s not a person you see everyday.” Rika comments. “But I think someone fitting your description stayed a night here six years ago.”

Tadatoshi’s eyes perk up. Still, he keeps his stoic composure mostly intact. “D-Did she tell you her name?”

“I’m afraid not.” Rika says with a solemn expression. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Tadatoshi sighs. “She didn’t tell me either. But, thank you. It’s nice to know she exists.” His last line seems to lighten the dampened mood a little. Who knew Tadatoshi could read the room like that, you think to yourself.

“How long have you two been running the inn?” You ask.

“Oh, the inn itself was started by our grandfather.” Haruya answers. “It was managed by our father until five years ago… He’s no longer with us anymore, so now it’s just us two running the business.”

“Looking at you two, he must have been a great man.”

“He was.” Rika replies with a forced smile. The somber atmosphere returns again.

You try to lighten the air by changing the topic. “What about you, Yuyo? What do you do around here?”

“Me? I don’t work here. Rika and Haruya are my childhood friends so I like coming to the inn on my days off.” He says cheerfully.

“Days off? What do you work as?” Iga asks.

“I’m a Buki-Ensou performer, hehe.”

By the side, Rika and Haruya put on some unreadable expressions.

Iga takes a sip of his miso soup. “That’s impressive, you’re still pretty young. Which troupe are you part of?”
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>>4843070

“The Higanbana Troupe.” Yuyo responds with a straight face while Iga almost chokes on his food.

Iga tames his coughing. “You serious?”

“He’s not only serious.” Rika adds. “This blockhead is the 8th generation head.” At this point you and Iga are staring at Yuyo with disbelief.

“What’s up?” Yuyo returns similar looks of confusion. “Anyway... Rikaaaaa!”

“What?”

“Tell me about that new hero or whatever he’s called.” Yuyo pesters. “It’s been a year and the troupe is gonna kill me if I don’t come up with a good play soon!” You have a bad feeling about this but try to distract yourself by slowly drinking from your soup.

“Oh right.” She clears her throat. “Long story short, a group of kidnapped villagers in Nakatomi were saved by a lone samurai.”

Your brow furrows.

“He apparently rushed all alone into the den of bandits. Single-handedly cutting down every bandit he could see and leading the villagers back to their village. Peacekeepers elimited the rest of their ilk a few weeks later.”

The furrow of your brow deepens.

“They say he’s a young warrior dressed in blue...” Rika’s gaze shifts to you and the blue clothes you’re “coincidentally” wearing.

“He carries a katana with a Toumi mon...”

Iga and Tadatoshi start giggling in the background mischievously.

“And they call him Hiroshi-” The light of realisation hits Rika, judging from her expression as she looks straight at you. “Nobuyasu?”

You sigh, picking up your katana lying behind where you’re sitting. “That’s probably me…” you say while displaying the Toumi mon on your scabbard. “The…”

“Blue Liberator!” Rika exclaims while covering her mouth. “Wait… that means… We actually have a young lord in our inn?!?”

“That’s amazing!” Yuya stands and leans towards you, supported by his arms, ignoring the panic of his childhood friend. “This must be fate! You gotta tell me all about it!”

“Oi, Yuyo, have some respect. You’re actually talking to a lord this time.” Haruya reprimands.

“Eh, no, it’s fine. Please just speak to us like just now.” You say before proceeding to narrate about your run-in with the Takekage bandits and the escape to Kiga village, leaving Yuyo captivated like a little child enchanted by a fairytale.
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>>4843074

The rest of the night is spent exchanging stories over the dinner table and you asking a few more questions.

First, about points of interest in Nimmyo. Being the sprawling capital of culture that it is, there are numerous sites that travelers come to Nimmyo just to see. The most notable of which include the Chikamatsu Theatre, an extravagant theatre constructed many centuries ago that has been the site of many legendary Kabuki and Buki-Ensou performances. The Blooming Lotus Arena, an equally awe-inspiring stadium built just behind the Taira castle where all the big tournaments in Taira are held. Then there is the District of Wisdom, a gathering place for the artistically inclined and also where the Smiling Crescent Tavern is located. Many poets and artists line the streets engaged in their craft and sometimes giving a thought-provoking show for pedestrians.

Second, about the recent gathering of warriors in Nimmyo. Rumour has it that a great novelist has requested the Daimyo to call upon the great warriors of the land to help with one of his works. Unfortunately that’s all you can find out.

The next day, you wake up refreshed. Iga is nowhere to be seen and Tadatoshi is still fast asleep. What should you do today, you wonder.

Where do you go?
>Go to the Taira school.
>Go to District of Wisdom.
>Go find Yuyo.
>other

Wake up Tadatoshi?
>Yes, and ask if he wants to come along with you.
>No, let him sleep.
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>>4843077
God damnit, It's nice to be acknowledged but god damnit.

>Go to the Taira School
Lets see if they are willing.
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>>4843247
Oh yeah, and wake Tadatoshi
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>>4843247
>>4843248
Supporting
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>>4843077
>Go to District of Wisdom.
>No, let him sleep.
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>>4843077
>Go find Yuyo.
>Yes
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>>4843656
+1
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>>4843077
>Go to District of Wisdom.
>Yes, and ask if he wants to come along with you.
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All the votes are tied, so I'll wait 3 more hours for a tie-breaker before I roll to decide.
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>>4843656
Supporting this
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>>4843247
>>4843248
>>4843308
>>4843586
>>4844741
>>4844782

>Go find Yuyo.
>Wake up Tadatoshi.

Writing.
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>>4845097

Recalling how much Iga’s judgement of the Higanbana Troupe, you can’t say your curiosity isn’t piqued. Given his proficiency as a fighter, anyone that can impress in the martial arts must be highly capable. And since you’ve befriended the leader of the troupe, it wouldn’t hurt to go take a look for yourself.

You tidy up your clothes and secure your blades to your waist. It’s time to head out, but not before waking Tadatoshi.

“Oi. Time to wake up.” You say with decently loud volume.

No response.

“Tadatoshi. Oi. Wake up.”

He squints at you before rolling onto his side. Perhaps it’s time for more drastic measures.

“Don’t make me kick you like Iga.”

His squinted eyes burst open as he turns his whole body towards you, somehow getting into a crouching position in the process, prepared to dodge an incoming attack.

You can’t believe that actually worked, but you’re not complaining. “I’m going to find Yuyo. Interested?”

“Maybe later.” He mumbles. “I want to search the city.”

“Alright, don’t go offending some big shots.”

Tadatoshi grunts in acknowledgement and you head downstairs.
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Looking around, there are a few guests present sipping away at tea while enjoying some light snacks, none of them Yuyo. “Looking for someone?” a female voice asks as it’s owner walks out from the back room.

“Do you know where I could find Yuyo?” you ask.

“He should be in the troupe’s training halls, down in the District of Wisdom.” Rika pauses for a moment. “If you’re looking for him, I can take you there. It’s not too far from here.”

“Is that okay? What about customers?” You say flustered.

“As you can see, there’s not many to be had.” She chuckles. “My brother can handle it.”

“Then I’ll have to thank you for the trouble.”

“Don’t mention it.” Rika smiles.

The streets are less packed than last night, thankfully. Stone pavements humbly reflect the radiant sunlight, while light chatter fills the misty sidewalks. Come to think of it, the direction you’re walking is where the hooded man disappeared to. Now’s not the time to be concerned about such things, though.

“So, how old is Yuyo anyway?” You ask to get your mind off things.

“Sixteen. Though he’s more likely ten up there.”

“That’s really young. I’m only two years older. How did he become the head of the troupe at such a young age?”

“His father passed away last year, and being the only child in the Sugawara family, the reins were passed down to him.”

“Must be tough having to shoulder such responsibility at his age. I can’t imagine myself in his position at all.”

“He may not look like it, but he’s pretty dependable y’know.” Rika’s expression becomes warmer. “And he’s passionate about Buki-Ensou, so I’m sure he enjoys it.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

The vivid colours of Nimmyo, along with some light conversation, make what you estimate to be a half hour walk quite the pleasant journey. There is a gradual but noticeable transition in architecture and the general look of passersby as you move from the District of Housing, to the Central District, and finally to the District of Wisdom. Everything feels a bit more refined and organised.

“The Higanbana Training Hall is just ahead, you can’t miss it.” Rika points down the street. “I’ll be going back now. Make sure Yuyo doesn’t do anything stupid!”

“No problem, thanks for bringing me here.” You say as you wave.
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>>4845464

Down the street, down the street… Immediately, a large sign inscribed with “Higanbana” comes into view, hung above a large red door lined with dark, metallic nails. This isn’t something you’ve seen in Kiyoshu before. Beyond the door, you can hear the oddly faint sounds of combat, along with at least ten sets of footsteps.

You give the door a knock and wait patiently, but after a few minutes, the battle sounds are still raging as “fiercely” as before. Seeing as no one is answering, you decide, albeit reluctantly, to enter yourself.

“Excuse me…” You utter while pushing open the heavy red gates.
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Yet, the only greeting you receive is the iron weight of a kusarigama flying at you at terminal velocity. Stripping all attempts to be polite, you unsheathe your katana as fast as you can manage, accelerating the blade through your scabbard with adrenaline pumped alarm. Luckily, just barely, you manage to deflect the chain with the blunt edge of your katana, saving your face from a good pummeling.

“Whoa there! You okay? Outsiders aren’t supposed to come here!” The man with the kusarigama says. His voice is coarse, but still retains some remnants of youth, tinged with concern and annoyance. “Hold on a minute…” He takes a closer look at you, then turns to face a particular person. “Oi, Yuyo! Is this the guy you were talking about?”
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>>4845474

“What?!” You hear Yuyo shout. It seems he’s currently locked into a duel with a spear user. Taking a peek, you’re instantly drawn into the ensuing drama of steel. Sparks fly as the combatants move with rapid fluidity, each movement appearing carefully thought out and methodical, endowed with a dancer’s flair. Even with matters of practicality considered, you’re unsure if either performer would lose against a duel with a real samurai. Is this the strength of grace?

Soon, the fight comes to an end with Yuyo carving a decisive path to victory, deftly slashing towards his adversary’s neck, stopping a hair’s breadth before making contact. That is… Some insane amount of control…
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>>4845477

“Nobuyasu!!!” Yuyo calls out with a childlike smile. “What brings you here, I was just about to find you actually.”

“I’m just here to take a look.” You answer.

“Come come, let’s talk at the back.” He gestures to follow, which you do, carefully avoiding the dueling performers.

“So, what did you need of me?”

Yuya takes a seat on one of the chairs. “After hearing your tale, last night, I knew I had to make it into a play! I just finished it this morning actually.”

You’re once again amazed. “That’s really fast.”

“Mmmhmm. We’ll be submitting it to the Chikamatsu theatre in a few days.” He takes out a sheet of paper, probably a proposal of some sort. “And it’ll debut in a few weeks.”

“I’ll be sure to catch it once it premieres.”

“Hehe, about that. I actually want you to be a part of the debut show!”

Huh? Did you hear that right? “Come again?”

“I. Want. You. To. Be. A. Part. Of. The. Debut. Show.”

“Wait a minute, Yuyo. I’m not sure if I’m cut out for this…” Your mind struggles to find an excuse. “In the first place, I’m not even a good swordsman…”

Yuyo tilts his head with a questioning look. “But you managed to deflect Kohei’s chain attack.”

“That was just luck.”

“You’re too humble, Nobuyasu!” He pouts. “Let’s have a friendly duel. I’ll show you what I mean.”

The look on his face tells you he’s not going to take no for an answer, so you oblige reluctantly. You didn’t expect your first non-blindfolded duel outside the temple to unfold like this.

The two of you walk back to the main hall and occupy your patch of free space. “What’re we dueling with?” You ask, roughly certain of the answer.

“Real weapons of course!” As you suspected.

Yuyo draws his katana. It’s wonderfully forged, with swirling ripple patterns enveloping the silvery steel. At the same time, his demeanor shifts, his childlike qualities replaced with something more serious as he enters into a battle-ready stance. You gulp, it’s almost like looking at a different person.

You steel your nerves and draw your own blade. Extra care and focus will have to be put into this battle. Real weapons can kill, and you don’t want to be the one bleeding out on the floor or the one having to explain to Rika why her childhood friend is lying down lifeless. Though the chances of the latter occurring are nil.

“Hey, Nobuyasu.”

“Yeah?”

“Come at me like you’re going to kill me.”

Your sense of crisis flares. For just a moment, it looked like his body flickered out of sight. Next thing you know, he’s charging right at you with clear killing intent.


>Rush to meet his strike.

>Stand your ground.

>other
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>>4845481
>Stand your ground.
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>>4845481
>Hold our ground until he moves to mid range, then do Reversing leaf slash.


It's the thing where we slash as we leap backwards to make room, that should make him back off a bit
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>>4845481
>>Stand your ground.
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>>4845481
>Stand your ground.
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>>4845489
>>4845490
>>4845491
>>4845661

>Stand your ground.

>>4845490

Will add this in as well.

3 people please roll a 3d15!
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Rolled 5, 2, 15 = 22 (3d15)

>>4846776
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Rolled 6, 2, 12 = 20 (3d15)

>>4846776
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Rolled 12, 7, 6 = 25 (3d15)

>>4846776
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>>4846926

"Rolls follow canon."

Post should hopefully be up tonight.
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>>4846963

Bad news guys, I had a bit of an accident today and injured my left arm, so I'll have to delay this next post for a day or two.
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>>4849604
Get better.
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>>4846963

You stand your ground, waiting for an opportune time to move. A full on clash is something you want to avoid, no way you can compete with Yuyo like that. It’s risky, but performing a simple Returning Wind should generate some much needed distance. In a fraction of a second, Yuyo closes half the distance between you two, and in the next, he’s right up in front of you.

Going through the familiar motions, you leap backwards, slashing towards Yuyo during the course of your retreat. It catches him off guard somewhat but he quickly regains his bearings and continues his advance. Still, it provides some breathing room to work with.

You circle to the right, trying to strike at an awkward angle. However, Yuyo reacts stupidly fast, turning around to parry your blade and transition into a lunge which you narrowly dodge, only receiving a small scratch on your shoulder. Now you’re back at square one. He pushes the attack, performing fast and unrelenting slashes, slowly driving you back as you desperately block with your own blade.

Each swing of his katana is embellished with technical but graceful movements. A simple shifting of footwork, subtle spins, small leaps - all adding to the wildness and beauty of Yuyo’s sword style, making it difficult, but not impossible, to read.
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Attack. Block. Attack. Block. It’s a real deadlock right now, and it may perhaps even devolve into a battle of attrition. In which case, you would probably have the upper hand since you’re moving less. With few options to victory, you decide that this is the best course of action for now - to keep defending until he slips up.

Eventually, you begin to notice something. You’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but Yuyo’s slashes seem to follow a rhythm.

One… Two… Three…

One… Two… Three…

So on and so forth, with an emphasis on each third strike landing on the ‘one’. You also realise that you’ve been following along with this rhythm, subconsciously grounding yourself firmly every three attacks. It’s a small but harrowing observation. He may not practice the Taira style, but originating from the same prefecture, Yuyo’s sword style likely bears some similarity. You’ve been ensnared by his tempo.

Suddenly, you feel a shift in the pattern of attack. Instead of three’s it’s now in groups of two’s and at a faster speed than before. Shortly after, it changes to groups of five, then six, and four. His movements are becoming increasingly sporadic and difficult to read as the multiple cuts you’ve suffered on your arms can attest.

By the next transition, you’re completely lost. All feeling you had for the underlying timing of the fight extinguished. A familiar sensation slowly creeps through your body, starting from your legs. Quickly, it makes its way to your arms and head, causing beads of cold sweat to flow down your head and back.

Death.

Rather, the feeling that you’re about to die. The killing intent seeping from Yuyo’s katana is almost nauseating. To the side, you hear the large red doors open and see a lone figure walk into the training hall in your peripheral vision. You’re unable to identify the person but that doesn't matter right now as Yuyo is currently rushing towards you, clearly having taken advantage of your momentarily split attention.

His blade is held low, and he makes a deceivingly simple and practical diagonal slash from left to right. There’s no time to think, you hold up your katana to block it.

Nothing.

The strike didn't come, it was a feint! Next thing you know, Yuyo is in the air as a yellow blur of steel, flesh, and cloth, in the middle of some sort of flip resembling a butterfly twist, adding a quality of weight and aggression to the coming attack.

It’s happening again. Just like in your fight with Asahiko back in Moriyama. Yuyo looks like he’s approaching in slow motion, but even so, you can tell that he’s blindingly fast. Yet, there’s nothing you can do. Try as you might, you can’t get your katana in the right position quick enough and there’s not enough time to dodge.
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>>4852767

All seems lost, but from the periphery of your sight, you see something shiny flash past you at blistering speed, then hear the splintering of wood. Yuyo lands just in front of you and looks to where the projectile was fired. You follow suit and are surprised to find Tadatoshi with his bow drawn, ready to loose another arrow at will.

“What was that for?” Yuyo asks innocently with a pouting face. It’s almost like he wasn’t about to kill you.

“You were about to kill him!” Tadatoshi shouts uncharacteristically.

“No I wasn’t! I swapped to the blunt edge of my katana at the last moment.”

Taking a look at the splintered arrow on the floor, you confirm that, indeed, it was broken by something blunt rather than split by something sharp. Realising you weren’t actually going to die, you breathe a sigh of relief and turn to face Tadatoshi. “He isn’t lying, Tadatoshi. Put that down. I’m fine.”

He looks a bit hesitant but complies anyway, putting the arrow back into his quiver.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask.

“Was around. Wanted to drop by.”

All of you sheathe your weapons. “Alright, I guess that settles it!” Yuyo says. “Nobuyasu, let’s go to the back again. Kohei, Ezo, Tomu you guys come too. Oh, and Tadatoshi as well.”

"Alright, boss." The kusarigama user replies while coiling the chain on his weapon and at the corner of the room, a man of lean but muscular stature grunts in acknowledgement. The polearm user from before doesn't say a word, simply following Yuyo as he drags you to the back. Left with little choice, Tadatoshi follows the eccentric lot.
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"That was pretty fun, Nobuyasu!" Yuyo laughs. "When you did that leaping attack at the start, I was really caught off guard. You gotta teach me how to do that!"

Fun, was it? You can't help but give his enthusiasm a forced smile. "Maybe next time." You say.

The lean man retrieves a small box from a shelf in the room and walks to where you're seated. Squatting down beside you, he opens the container. "Show me your wounds?"

"Huh?" You utter, until you see that it's medical equipment he's taking out. "Right… Thanks." You don't get any further response from him as he begins dressing your cuts with some kind of cotton and a medicinal ointment. The stinging causes you to flinch slightly, but he holds you still.

"So, let me introduce you guys." Yuyo says as he points to the kusarigama user. "That's Kohei, our kusarigama and short blade specialist. He's a little rude according to Rika, but I don't see it."

He waves with his sickle in hand. "Yo."

Next is the polearm user. "That's Ezo, our polearm specialist. He's the oldest here, so he can be a little cranky at times."

"Maybe I'd be less cranky if you showed your elders a little more respect."

Last but not least is the man tending to your wounds. "And that's Tomu, our very own martial artist! Fights unarmed but can beat any armed man, maybe except me."

Tomu glares at Yuyo, before returning to patch you up. "That's me."

A rowdy bunch, if you must say. You stand up and give a short bow. "A pleasure to meet all of you, my name is Hiroshi Nobuyasu and over there is my companion-"

"Nakatomi Tadatoshi." He states, cutting you off.

"Ohhhh, as expected, Tadashi is also a young lord!"

"Ta. Da. To. Shi. Is it that hard to remember?"

"Hehe, sorry." Yuyo responds. “So what d’ya guys think?”

“You tell us, you’re the one who fought with him.” Kohei holds his chin with his hand, like he’s deep in thought. “I don’t think he’s very good, but we can certainly whip him into shape in time for the debut… I think.”

Ezo nods. “That much we can do at least. How far he goes and how he fares after that is up to him.”

Tomu wraps the final bandage over your shoulder with a tight knot, dulling the stinging feeling of a wound exposed to air along with it. “He’s got grit, at least. Didn’t piss his pants even at the end.”

“It’s up to him.” Kohei continues while pointing at you with his sickle. “Kid, what say you? Up for it? Personally I wouldn’t have even considered this, but the boss there has taken a liking to you. Don’t think we’re gonna go easy on ya because of that.”


>Accept.

>Decline.

>other
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>>4846963

Update, arm is fine. Pain subsided and I can type without my wrist dying now!
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>>4852772
>Accept.
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>>4852772
>Accept.
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>>4852772
>Accept
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>>4852772
I don't know. . I mean he's a good fighter and it's the technical skill we are after.
So fuck it, why not?

>Accept
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>>4852908
>>4852918
>>4852948
>>4852965

Writing, this next one will be a mini update.
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>>4852990

“In that case…” You ponder over it once more. “I’ll take you guys up on the offer.”

Kohei stands up from his seat and reaches his hand out towards you. “Looking forward to working with you,” he says. You grasp it firmly, a handshake to seal the deal. “Likewise.”

“Woooo, let’s start!”

Tomu clears his throat to get Yuyo’s attention. “Hold on boss, we’ll need some time to prepare, and so does the kid. We can begin tomorrow.”

“Aww, fine.” Yuyo acquiesces. “Nobuyasu, just drop by here tomorrow, at the same time. Oh and Tadas- Tadatoshi you can come watch if you want.”

“No thanks. I have things to do. He can handle himself.”

“Boooo. You’re no fun.”

Ezo sighs and rustles Yuyo’s hair. “Don’t mind him. Allow me to show you out.”

And so, you and Tadatoshi exit from the large red gates, still perplexed by it’s architectural origins. Standing outside, you ask about Tadatoshi’s next course of action, while deciding on your own. Unsurprisingly, he’s going to continue looking for information about his master then head somewhere to get some training in.

“I’ll be off now, Nobuyasu.”

“All the best.”
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>>4853121

It’s just you again, standing alone outside the entrance. There are a few options. For one, you could just conduct your own training somewhere quiet nearby, or you can try your luck with the Taira school. Lost in thought, you don’t realise when a youthful middle-aged man, dressed in white scholarly robes approaches and speaks to you.

“Greetings, hero.” He bows respectfully. “I couldn’t help but notice you pondering before this grand gate.”

What’s with the ‘hero’ address, this is getting old by this point…

“Beautiful isn’t it, the elegant calligraphic text engraved on the sides, the mathematically aligned nails. The origins of this style of entrance comes from the martial schools in the great eastern empire of Xu.” He continues, either oblivious or ignoring your discerning gaze.

“That is interesting.” You reply. “Why did you address me as a hero?”

“Hmmmm? I can tell a hero when I see one. You, my friend, simply exude the aura and presence of a great swordsman.” He answers with an unreadable smile, as if what he said was the most obvious thing in the world. “Care to walk with me?”

This is fishy, but maybe you’ll entertain him for a bit, or maybe not. If it turns out that following this guy is actually a trap, you can always signal to Tadatoshi with that strange sulfur smelling pellet in your hidden pocket.


>”Who are you and where are you headed?” [Pry for more information.]

>”Sorry sir, I’m busy with my own training.” [Refuse and find somewhere to train.]

>”My apologies, but I have business at the Taira school.” [Refuse and go to the Taira dojo.]

>”I will oblige you this time.” [Follow the strange scholarly man.]

>other
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>>4853126
>Before we walk, I would know your name as ettiquite demands.
>I'll oblige you

I see that shortsword, you are samurai. Act like it.
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>>4853126

Realised I made an error in that last line. It should be...

"you can always signal to Iga with that strange sulfur smelling pellet in your hidden pocket."
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>>4853270
Supporting
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>>4853126
Also supporting >>4853270
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>>4853270
>>4853375
>>4853755

Sorry boys, will start working on this after I study a bit more. Expect the post to be up in a few hours or so.
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>>4854791

This looks like it might be interesting. He’s dressed in fairly high-class scholarly clothing, so you decide it’s best to be mindful of your politeness, seeing as he’s also your senior as well.

“I will oblige you, fellow sir. But before we walk, I would like to know your name as etiquette demands. I am Hiroshi Nobuyasu.”

“Indeed, my senses never fail me. In front of me is a bonafide hero!” He says heartily. “My name is Ueda Akinari. A pleasure to meet you.” He bows. “I’m on my way to the Taira castle.”

On the outside, you’re as calm as a lake, with no holes in your respectful demeanor. On the inside… Well, let’s just say your heart is beating like a furious war drum, threatening to pop out of your chest at any moment. The name Ueda Akinari is known throughout the land by those of all ages, the current era’s very own living legend in the world of literature. Even you’ve read some of his work in your spare time back in the Hiroshi castle. Most notably, his magnum opus, ‘Tales of Moonlight and Rain’ - a collection of nine folk stories.

Then again, who hasn’t read it?

Could this be a fraud, you wonder. It’d be easy to impersonate a great figure and make a quick buck off it, but the risk really wouldn’t be worth it. Ueda Akinari is backed by the Taira. Offending him means offending one of the nine great clans of Kiyoshu. No one would gamble their lives doing something like that.

“Is something wrong, hero?” Akinari wakes you from your brief moment of silent disbelief.

“No no, nothing at all.”

Akinari spreads out a painted yellow fan and covers the lower half of his face. “Then let us embark.”

As you walk, you’re rather surprised at the non-existent number of eyes staring at your companion. He must be one of those hidden dragons that never makes any public appearances, not even in the capital of Taira.

“Tell me, young Hiroshi, is it your first time in this splendid city?”

“It is. My father rarely brought me out on his diplomatic travels.”

“I see. That is a shame. What brings you here this time?”

You explain to him your travels so far, and the order given by your father to roam the lands. He prods you further about the bandit incident which you also recount.

“Marvelous! Truly a classic tale of the wandering swordsman. A living, breathing saga of excellence unfolding before my very eyes!”

“You flatter me, milord. I am nothing of that sort. Merely a humble swordsman looking to learn from his betters.”

“Perhaps. Heroes come in all shapes and forms. One can only wait to see where the strings of fate lead them.”

“Is that so. Then I look forward to where my fate guides me.”

“That is a good attitude.
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The grand Taira castle, lined with a row of well-dressed and well-armoured Peacekeeper guards, is even more imposing when looked at from the entrance. Sprouting over the walls are tall sakura trees swaying in the wind, colouring the white and grey castle with subtle shades of pink.

The guards quickly give way when Akinari displays a lotus shaped token, opening the gates and escorting you two inside where you’re greeted by sprawling zen gardens and koi ponds, carefully tended to by the palace servants.

An old man, accompanied by a number of other important looking persons, exits the main building.

He steps forward. “Ueda.”

“Lord Taira.” Akinari returns the greeting.

So it turns out the elder in front of you is the Daimyo of the prefecture, Taira Kiyomori, oldest Daimyo in Kiyoshu.

“I trust you have been well? I have been ecstatic ever since I received your letter.”

“As well as can be, milord. I hope that I did not arrive too late, I did encounter some small delays on my journey to the city.”

“Not at all, and this sir is…”

Akinari holds one hand out and gestures towards you. “This is Hiroshi Nobuyasu, milord. An esteemed hero of the people.”

Lord Taira shifts his gaze onto you, scrutinizing you with piercing eyes, before nodding. “Where are my manners. Welcome to our castle, Lord Hiroshi, it’s not everyday we receive a lord from another prefecture. Please enjoy your stay.”

“It is my honour, Lord Taira.” You bow reverently.

“How is Young Lord Toumi?” the Lord asks warmly.

“The Daimyo was in good health the last time we met.”

“Very good. He’s young, but upright and capable. I trust that he’s taught you well.” Lord Taira turns his attention to two young men behind him, both about your age. “Tadanori, Masakado, please make sure Lord Hiroshi feels at home.”
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“Yes, grandfather.” Both men say in unison.

Two other older men, who you presume to be their fathers respectively, give them some parting words before following Lord Taira and Akinari back into the castle, leaving you alone with just the two young lords. You exchange greetings.

“Lord Hiroshi, you must be tired after your long journey. Might we interest you in appreciating the great musical works of Kiyoshu?” Munenori, the older one, aged nineteen, asks.

Tadanori, the younger one, aged eighteen, offers another suggestion. “Or perhaps our great library? We also have an extensive art collection free for you to browse.”


>”No need for all the trouble. Perhaps we could converse over some tea?”

>”It would be my pleasure to listen to the compositions of the masters.”

>”I’ve always had an interest in literature. Let us go to the library.”

>”Getting the chance to view the Taira collection is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

>”Actually, if it is not too much trouble, could we head to the Taira dojo? I wish to admire the Taira style in the flesh.”

>other
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>>4855105
>I am a swordsman above all else, but when in Taira.
>It would be my pleasure to listen to the composition of the masters

May as well get some use out of our enhanced hearing. These people are dedicated to arts so lets indulge them a bit before asking to see a duel.
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>>4855105
>>”It would be my pleasure to listen to the compositions of the masters.”
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>>4855105
>”Getting the chance to view the Taira collection is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”
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>>4856547

Writing.
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>>4855105

Just noticed an error.

Should be "Masakado, the older one, aged nineteen, asks." and not Munenori.
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>>4856747

“Thank you for your hospitality, young lords. I am a swordsman above all else, but in Taira, it would be my pleasure to listen to the compositions of the masters.”

Masakado nods. “Very well, Lord Hiroshi. Please follow us to the castle theatre, it’s only a short walk away.”

“Certainly.”

The two young lords are quite different from Tadatoshi’s older brothers. Polite and formal in their speech even to you, a member of a family with slightly lower standing than the Taira. Only a few minutes of walking through the calming castle courtyards, you arrive at an outdoor theatre, with a small stage and a few benches laid out in front. It’s a humble arrangement, in stark contrast to the magnificence of the rest of the castle, but it blends right into everything, further enhanced by the falling sakura petals swaying in the wind.

A single man sits on the platform, wearing a black montsuki and white hakama, holding a shamisen. His eyes are closed, and his body is still, like he’s meditating. After you take your seats, he opens one eye briefly before closing it shut.

“Milords, what shall I play for this esteemed guest?”

“Any one of Grandmaster Takahashi’s pieces, Master.” Masakado answers.

“As you wish.”

You may not be very familiar with the great composers of Kiyoshu, but you’ve heard of the name Takahashi, belonging to Takahashi Chikuzan who lived around two hundred years ago. Originally from Toumi Prefecture, many of his works have been lost over the course of history, however, some compositions have fortunately been recovered. Getting the chance to hear a Takahashi piece performed excites you to no end.
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>>4858016

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJhlX6Lkq_Y


Still with his eyes closed, a powerful shout signals the start of the performance, beginning with the bachi rhythmically striking the string, along with tuning - a staple of all shamisen performances. There is a distinct resonance when all the strings are in tune, giving the texture of the sound a quality of fullness and impact. Another shout leads into the beginning of the piece, immediately assailing your ears with blistering fast and complex melodies, underbellied by methodically structured bass notes.

Gentle yet imposing - that is the only way you know how to describe this sound. You don’t know if it’s due to your training at Mekura-Ji temple, the player’s mastery over his instrument, or both, but each note and strike of the bachi is crystal clear to your ears. Everything from the force with which each note is played, to the small embellishments and vibratos, is felt by your ears.

It’s all coming together to create a vivid audial picture. You close your own eyes in an attempt to enter this imagined scene…

A strong breeze carrying the smell of morning grass from the vast plains…

The sun slowly rises from the east…

The ochre sky illuminates the vast plains…

It’s a sound that reminds you of home…

You can see yourself on that small hill with the lone tree, with your castle in the distance. Sudden inspiration dawns upon you! Picturing your katana drawn, you move in tandem with the melody, emulating its nature, moving fluidly with softness, yet not sacrificing one bit of power or agility.

The piece enters its final stages with a single repeating phrase, slowly fading away like the setting sun. You open your eyes, still not fully comprehending what just happened.

“How was it, milords?” The player asks.

“Amazing as always.” Masakado comments.

Tadanori gives a short applause. “Very moving.”

“It was… breathtaking.” You answer. “Reminded me of home.”

“I take it you are from Toumi?” The player says while wiping down his shamisen with a cloth.”

“Yes.”

“Grandmaster Takahashi wrote many pieces about his homeland during his time. It is my joy to be able to bring out the emotions in those pieces.”

“Thank you, master…”

“Fuyuoto, milord.”

“Thank you, Master Fuyuoto.”
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>>4858020

A moment later, the door to the castle opens, and out comes Akinari and the Daimyo with Masakado and Tadanori’s fathers. The three of you don’t delay and go to greet them. You don’t talk for long, so after a short while, you say your goodbyes and leave the castle with Akinari.

“So how did you find the young masters?” Akinari asks curiously.

“They were respectful, no doubt great men in their own right.”

“I see. Well, people like you tend to have a good eye for this sort of thing. Where are you going now?”

“To train, probably.”

“In that case, I shan’t disturb you for much longer. Thank you for accompanying me here. Our paths will cross again.”

“I hope so. I should be the one thanking you instead for giving me this opportunity.”

“A minor matter, young Hero.”

Those are the last words you speak to each other. Perhaps he will appear again in the near future. For now, it’s off to training.
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>>4858022

And that's a wrap for Thread III! Thank you for sticking around and playing until now. Unfortunately, due to my upcoming exams, Thread IV will only start on 9th of July.

In the meantime, any updates will be posted on the KismetQM twitter, discord, and the QTG discord.

See you guys then!
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>>4858023
Later man

But an interesting revelation.



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