Cho
Tamori-sama raised his eyebrows as Cho barraged him with questions. He paused for a long moment, sipping his tea with a thoughtful look in his eyes. At last, he put his cup down and turned to face Cho. “I am afraid I do not know the details concerning the tournament, Cho-san. However, since there are so many people that only arrived today, and the contest is the day after tomorrow, I imagine that it is not too late to sign up to compete. I do not see a reason as to why you would not be allowed to compete.”
Itarabi
For a few moments, Itarabi makes a fairly good show of weaving and stumbling about the hallway. Finally, as he is putting a hand on the wall to keep himself from falling, he feels a slight shift, and notices a small crack appear in the wall. It was the entrance to the hidden passageway.
It was then that a Scorpion samurai rounded the corner, making surprisingly little noise in his scarlet and black great armor. He paused, regarding Itarabi for a moment, before approaching. “What are you doing, there?”
Hyota
“Excellent!” Satsume exclaimed with a broad grin. “I look forward to seeing you compete, Hyota-san. As for Juri, I am certain that an evening of rest is all she needs.” With that said, he quickly finished the food in his bowl, and set it down with a satisfied sigh. “So, tell me, Hyota-san. What are your plans for the evening?”
Zhiko
Without neither a word nor a sound, two shadowy figures made their way through the labyrinthine hallways of Kyuden Bayushi. The feast was nearly done, and already the hallways were beginning to become populated with their guests. Still, the two traversed the hallways without being noticed.
The one in the lead was Goro, a slender young man dressed in a simple black kimono. His deep brown eyes seemed to take in every detail from behind his simple black mask, though he said very little. The second person was Zhiko. A few minutes ago, Goro had come to her with a message: Shosuro Daito wished to speak with her. Zhiko knew very little about him, other than the fact that he was a close advisor to Bayushi Yojiro.
At last, they arrived at their destination. Without a word, Goro slid the door open and waited for Zhiko to enter. Within, she could see that the room was dark, save for a single candle, upon a low table. Sitting at that table was a man, also clad completely in black. His kimono was cut in a way that made it difficult to ascertain his body type, and a hood covered his head. In the dim light, Zhiko could see that he held a long scroll in his hands, but it was impossible to tell at this distance and in the lighting, what the scroll said.
The man did not acknowledge his two visitors, and Goro stood silently by the open door. Apparently, Zhiko would have to make the first move.
Kaji
“This is so exciting!” Ayame exclaimed as she looked around their rooms with wide eyes. “Kyuden Bayushi, can you imagine? And we are in time for a festival!” By her excitement, one would think she had never been to a festival before.
Of course, it was no accident that they were there for the festival. Doji Kaiten wanted to work on sealing a few alliances before Winter Court began, and this was the best place to do so. Of course, he had wanted his favorite yojimbo there as well, so he invited Kaji and his wife. The journey from Kyuden Doji had been long, and they had arrived later than they had anticipated; the feast was nearly over. Annoyed by their lateness, Kaiten-sama had retired to his rooms to prepare for the evening’s activities, and gave Kaji leave to do the same.