Rokugan: Chronicles of the War of Sorrows
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28th of Ryoshun in the 1158th year of the Emerald Empire
The crisp early morning air danced over Ryoko’s slight frame as she stirred from her sleep. It had been a long week since she and her allies had killed the maho-witch and disposed of her undead minions. Shiro Moritami had been cleansed according to the will of the kami. Ryoko stood and went to clean her face in her basin, as she glanced out the window that overlooked the small courtyard, both Eiji, Yugiashi, and Renshi were up early working on their footwork and honing their skills with their weapons. Ryoko scowled slightly, the sting of defeat from Yugiashi gnawed at her, but it had lessened in the weeks since their impromptu duel. She sighed watching and glanced to Junoki, she couldn’t help but smile, even if she did not know why.
Junoki leaned against a support beam as he watched his companions train from the veranda. He looked once more to the letter he had found in the castle during their encounter with the maho-witch. There was not much he could make out from it, but it seemed important nonetheless as he read it once more:
11th of Fu-Leng, 967th year of the Empire
Tendo-kun,
Give my regards to my sister, I leave for the front soon, and I shall not know when I return... but be well, and do not falter, keep the blade safe, for it belonged to your grandfather... but do not use it... I am not sure if you are worthy enough to carry such a thing, for I know I was not... but in time you may be worthy...
-Shiba Yokama
Junoki mused over the letter; he heard the sound of a sliding door behind as he glanced to see Ameiko stepping out from the rock garden. She closed the door behind her and gave Junoki a well-practiced smile; “Good Morning Junoki-san.”
Junoki nodded his head slightly, his dark weathered features made him look slightly older then he really was as he replied, “Good morning indeed, Oshogatsu has come once again, a time of remembrance,” he glanced to the letter and then held it out to Ameiko, “here perhaps you can make more sense of this then I.”
Ameiko took the letter carefully, and she perused its contents before looking back to Junoki, “I cannot say that I have any more knowledge into this matter. I am not too familiar with the families of the Phoenix.”
Junoki shrugged as Ryoko entered the courtyard dressed in a vibrant red kimono her ebon hair down and freshly combed as she sauntered along the edge of the courtyard as to no interfere with her companions’ training. She glanced towards the gate, as the faint sounds of hoof steps grew near. The main gate was open, to allow easy access for the heimin, so that they could tend to the work that needed to be done upon the castle. Through the opening she spotted a lone rider drawing near, he slowed to a canter as he approached the gates. He rode tall in the saddle, his face plump, a slight thin mustache framing his small mouth. His garb was clean even from the ride, there was not much dust to mar his fine courtly kimono of white the Imperial symbol upon his breast; upon his shoulder the rider boar the Mon of the Miya, the heralds of the empire. Yugiashi, always wary approached the rider, sheathing his blade.
He dismounted quickly and bowed to Yugiashi, “Konichi-wa... may I enter please?”
Yugiashi bowed quickly, “Of course. May I ask what business you have here?”
“I am Miya Yohan, I have been sent with a message for Kakita Renshi... I have been informed he is in this region?” the herald replied his eyes scanning the courtyard.
Yugiashi nodded, “This way,” as he turned and approached Renshi. Renshi gave only a quizzical glance and sheathed his ancestral blade as the herald approached.
The herald bowed to Renshi, “Kakita Renshi; son of Kakita Hyuske, I bear a message from Otosan-Uchi...” Renshi simply nodded and held out his hand in reply. The herald drew out a purple bundle of cloth; he unwrapped the bundle to reveal a white jade mempo, with slanted eyes rimmed with purple. The mask was both fearsome and yet had a genteel elegance that belied his craftsmanship and exquisite beauty. Renshi looked at the jade mempo his eyes wide with surprise.
Miya Yohan continued, “I am also instructed... to give you a verbal message from the bearer of the gift, milord, The Hantei was pleased with your performance in the winter... Hantei Naseru-sama... hopes that this gift will be but a small token of his admiration for your abilities.”
Renshi blinked, his mind racing at the mention of the name, “I cannot accept this.”
The herald held out the gift to Renshi once more, “It is to you... that he gives this... for your service...”
Renshi glanced to the mask and then lifted his eyes to Yohan’s face, “I am certain that my service hasn't warranted this.” Eiji gave the mempo a more then cursory glance admiring its beauty.
The herald nodded once more holding out the mask to Renshi, “I am not one to say what your service warrants Kakita-sama... but the Hantei would be most pleased if you accept this token of his appreciation… it was said to be worn by Hantei the 19th into battle... it is close to his heart and he hopes it shows his sincere admiration of your skills.”
Renshi accepted the mask, “Tell Hantei-sama that I am humbled by his offer.”
The herald bowed once more, “I shall Kakita-sama, the Hantei is pleased... I am sure you will be joining the festivities of Isawa Sayan... the Daimyo of this province... that is where I go next... all of the well to do shall be present... I am sure they would be honored to have one so favored by Hantei-sama in their presence.”
Renshi bowed, as Ryoko spoke up her brow arching slightly, “We shall indeed be there.”
The herald nods, “Then I shall take my leave... and be well Kakita-sama...” he turned and mounted his horse and once again set out for the road, “and have a Happy New Year,” he called as he rode quickly out of the castle.
Ryoko glanced to Renshi, “That is quite the gift Renshi-san.”
Renshi nodded, “Agreed, Ryoko-san.”
Ryoko smiled, “I am good company, if Hantei Naseru favors you…”
Junoki glanced to the mask, “That is a lovely mempo. What will you do with it?”
“Ryoko mused, “Perhaps you can wear into battle as the Hantei of old?”
Renshi smiled as he placed the mempo on, “Sounds like an excellent idea, Ryoko-san.”
Junoki chuckled, “You would scare the enemy to quit the field.”
As Renshi placed the mempo on, he took on an appearance of power, emanating fear. The sheer strength of the jade mempo made the rest of his companions avert their eyes, for he it truly was awesome to behold. Renshi removed the mempo, “It fits well.”
Ryoko smiled, “Well I hope you have all rested well, for this afternoon we leave for Isawa Sayan’s estate, it should be a fine time indeed.”
Junoki smirked glancing to the open gate, “Was that our invitation, Ryoko-san?”
Ryoko shook her head no, “I received an invitation, last night, it seems she has heard of our exploits and would be honored to have us in attendance. I apologize for not telling you all sooner. But it would be best if we all go and prepare.”
Ameiko nodded, “A night at the court, this should be interesting,” she glanced to Yugiashi and smiled.
Renshi nodded, “Perhaps my sister, but it would be a welcome diversion. If we cannot spend the New Year with father we may at least enjoy ourselves.”
Eiji nodded, “Whether in such a luxurious palace or this hovel, I will still be on foot.”
Ryoko glanced to Eiji, “it is not far, Lion cub,” she sighed, “best we all prepare I shall see if Falm or the poet will join us.” She turned and walked towards the rock garden.
In the meanwhile Falm sat in the rock garden trying to compose a letter to her sister, but having little luck finding the right words to describe the events that had transpired since she had joined her companions.
She heard a door slide open, but focused on her writing until she heard Hiyone’s honeyed voice, “So this is where the sun goddess has been hiding...” causing her to create a stray line in her writings.
Falm did not look up, “Staying out of the way of those I have 'insulted'. And writing to my sister, Kobe.”
“Your sister, is she as lovely as you are,” Hiyone slid the door close and paced towards Falm.
Falm sighed and replied still not looking back, “She is more so, eyes the color of almonds, hair dark as jet, and skin clean and white as it should be.”
Hiyone scoffed, “So plain. So boring... like hundreds if not thousands of other courtly lovelies across the empire...” he laughed as he peaked over Falm’s shoulder.
Falm glanced to him finally, “Maybe, but she will be heir one day… and she is more beautiful than I.”
Hiyone smirked, “Heir to what, and you misspelled that…” he pointed with a glance of his eyes to the letter smiling.
Falm sighed, slightly annoyed, “Why she is the first born, she is the family heir.”
“Oh well, good for her… so are you still upset?” he stood upright and yawned.
Falm looked at him placing her ink pen down, “Why do you continue to court me… we share nothing in common? You say duty is not the first concern, and it is all I have. You seem... eager to circumvent the standards of things,” Falm sighed, “I… spoke rashly and ineptly. But I meant what I said… tis my duty to guard those who do not see what I can see. Samurai guard bodies; while I… I guard souls.”
Hiyone simply whistled and glanced at the rock garden, “I see. Is my soul worth guarding?”
“All are, for the want of one soul, someday the empire might falter,” Falm gave him a calm look.
Hiyone smiled, “Then we have something in common, I like to save souls as well.”
Falm smiled genuinely, “Perhaps. It's just… I'm not used to being courted… once I heard it said, I make a very improper lady, but had I been born for my looks I would have been a grand geisha.”
Before Hiyone could reply, Ryoko entered the garden and cleared her throat to draw their attention. She walked towards Falm calmly, “I trust you have clothes suitable for the court Kusan Falm. Isawa Sayan has invited us to her estate to celebrate Oshogatsu.”
Falm stood and bowed, “Of course milady.”
Ryoko turned her calm gaze to Hiyone, “You may come as well; sir poet, and perhaps you have a tale or two to share with Lady Isawa-sama.”
Hiyone smiled with a wink to Falm, “I am sure I have many tales that will entertain Isawa-sama.”
Falm closed her writing kit turning to Ryoko, “Are you sure I should my lady? I tend to… be... too forthright of late.”
Ryoko gave Falm a cold gaze, “Do you wish to stay behind?”
Falm lowered her head, “I desire to not insult my lady again.”
Ryoko turned as she sauntered towards the door, “I am not going to make your decisions for you Kusan Falm... the rest are going. Choose as you see fit.” Falm simply sighed and followed. This would be a long day indeed, for her.
The group gathered dressed in the courtly best, some more used to such finery then others. Both Junoki and Eiji were loaned courtly attire by Ryoko. Eiji dressed in a tight fitting blue kimono with foamy waves along the left side. It still looked a smidge too small on the giant Lion cub. While Junoki wore a gray and black kimono with the design of a rabbit prancing along the right side. The rest of the group wore their clan colors each taking time to look their best.
The journey to the estate of Isawa Sayan lasted only two Rokugani hours, the countryside warming nicely as the eve of the spring season crept ever closer. The party arrived and dismounted their horses; the estate of Isawa Sayan was large and covered several acres, much of it taken up by massive gardens. The central courtyard of her home was littered with well-to-do nobility, from not only the Phoenix, but also visitors from the Lion, the Crane, and the Scorpion. There were a smattering of lesser clans also represented at the social gathering.
The interior smelled of fresh jasmine, the wafting sounds of minstrels at work creating a sullen slow ballad that permeated the halls of the estate. The party entered the courtyard amidst wayward glances and smiles, despite the soft atmosphere; the sharks of the court slowly prowled watching their movements with all too keen amusement.
Junoki smiled glancing to the Scorpion courtiers, “I take it the ladies of the court are this way?” gesturing with his hands.
Hiyone smirked, “Very much so... beware the Scorpion... they are lovely... but can be very twisted...”
Junoki smiled, “I will keep that warning in mind Hiyone-san.”
One of the Crane samurai present glanced to Yugiashi and then with a smile approached him as the group began to fan out and enjoy the festive occasion, Yugiashi blinked in surprise as he recognized the samurai; Doji Kuwan. Kuwan smiled a warm greeting his white hair in a bun, matching the snowy white of his kimono, “Once again... we meet... the fortunes must bless our crossing... How have you been Daidoji-san?”
Yugiashi nodded, “We have fared well.” Renshi glanced to the Crane bushi with a look of slight curiosity.
“It looks to be so... what brings you to the lands of the Phoenix...” Kuwan said as he glanced to Ameiko and smiled, “Ahh, forgive me Kakita Ameiko... you are as lovely as ever...” Kuwan bowed to Ameiko who returned his bow with her own.
Yugiashi replied curtly, “Duty.”
Ameiko smiled to Kuwan slightly, “Thank you Doji-san.”
Kuwan gave Ameiko an admiring gaze; “I am pleased to be in your presence once more.”
Ameiko smirked, “As am I.”
Yugiashi chimed in, “How have your travels fared, Doji-san?”
“I have been well... the winter months are a slow time for us warriors...” he sighed, patting the white hilt of his ancestral katana.
Yugiashi nodded, “Yes I remember them well.”
Kuwan smiled, “But I bring good news,” he glanced to Ameiko with a genuine smile, “I have spoken to your father and I am pleased to say come the summer, I shall have a bride.”
Ameiko arched her brow, “That is good news. May I inquire whom you have chosen?”
Kuwan gestured to Ameiko, “Why the loveliest lady I have laid eyes upon, Kakita Ameiko... your father believes we would make a good match.”
Ameiko gave him a blank look, before replying, “I see,” she nodded slowly, “You honor me.” Ameiko glanced up looking into Kuwan’s eyes, “But you said may.”
“You are a lovely bride... please walk with me so that we may speak in private,” gestured for Ameiko to follow. Ameiko blushed averting her gaze and followed with a curt nod.
She glanced to Yugiashi, “Please enjoy yourself,” and then followed Kuwan through the courtyard. Yugiashi sighed to himself and glanced around feeling somewhat out of place.
Kuwan smiled as he walked slowly alongside Ameiko, “Does the proposal please you Ameiko-san?”
“It honors me, but I would hope to know you better,” she replied drawing out a gentle blue fan with the Mon of the Crane upon it. She fanned herself slowly batting her eyes.
“Well what do you wish to know?” Kuwan replied.
“I would like to hear of your exploits, if I may,” Ameiko replied smiling from behind the fan.
“I have lead many... various campaigns against the Crab... served a year in the Imperial Legions, battled the forces of Jigoku on the fields of battle. My actions are nothing, though simply service they pale in comparison to my father Doji Kurohito, compared to him I am a mere stripling,” Kuwan recounted.
Ameiko nodded, smiling from behind her fan hiding her blush, “Impressive, but I must ask, why have you chosen me?”
“For your beauty, and courtly virtues,” he stops turning to her, “for your unearthly grace and elegance.”
Ameiko blushed, stopping as well, she hid her blush with her fan as she replied, “I am pleased that I please you.”
Kuwan smiled, “So then it is settled.”
“Settled?” Ameiko replied curiously.
“Yes, I shall speak with your father and make arrangements for our wedding in the summer, unless you wish to be wed sooner?”
Ameiko blinked, “I… I am not sure, I must attend to my duties here in the Phoenix lands, perhaps if I could think on it?”
“I am not sure what there is to think about, but I will speak with your father regardless, I am sure we can find a date that will be amicable for both of us,” Kuwan smiled as the two of them sauntered across the room. Ameiko’s mind burning with a thousand thoughts, most wondering what her father saw in this pompous youth.
Falm and Hiyone stood close by to Yugiashi, admiring the delightful music of the evening. Hiyone nudged Falm gently, “Enjoying the eve?”
Falm replied tersely, “I am,” beaming a courtly smile.
Hiyone chuckled, “You pull it off so well.”
“I do. I am used to playing the courtly role from time to time,” she said with a smile.
Hiyone smiled and gestured for Falm to follow him, “So then accompany me on a walk?”
Falm sighed, “Very well.”
“So why do you detest me so?” as Hiyone passed from the courtyard into the lush gardens, enjoying the cool air. Falm at his side.
Falm sighed once more, “I don’t… I am just not as drawn to you, as you are to me.”
Hiyone glanced to Falm somewhat surprised, “Oh I see... why is that?”
“I...am intimidated by your ardor and words. Besides, my husband will most likely be found by my father, not I,” she said with a wave of her hand.
“Intimidated?” Hiyone replied curiously.
“Aye, all those flowery praises and words are… overwhelming.”
Hiyone chuckled, “I am but a lowly poet, my only weapon is words.”
Falm replied quickly with a glance, “I have seen your sword work. And besides, any feelings I have will be secondary to my fathers plans, if he could find a groom for me.”
Hiyone smirked, “My word work, merely luck.”
“A student of the Daisho I might not be, but I can see skill when I see it,” Falm replied as the two of them passed from the garden back into the main courtyard.
Hiyone laughs, “I learned a few things in my years under the service to the Crane.”
Falm nodded, “I see. I am actually quite happy to be walking, I am sure someone inside would recognize me from my time at the Agasha school.”
“Why is that?” he replied.
“I can be rather outspoken, I suppose, there are some who might remember me…” she said her head lowered. Hiyone paused as he spotted Yugiashi engaged in a game of Go and approached smiling. Falm simply followed.
Across the main courtyard, Eiji approached a Lion bushi who was enjoying the gentle music of the minstrels. The bushi glanced to Eiji as he approached glancing upwards at Eiji who towered over him.
Eiji bowed, “Greetings, I am Matsu Eiji.”
The bushi glanced upwards and nodded, “I am Akodo Tsune... I am pleased to meet you, Matsu Eiji...”
Eiji nodded, “The Akodo the most honorable of us all.”
Tsune bowed, “Your words are kind.”
“Do you bring your family further honor in service to the Phoenix alliance?” Eiji asked looking down at Tsune.
Tsune nodded slowly, “yes but the war is slow going, I am astounded the remarkable,” he whispered, “cowardice of some of these Phoenix bushi. That and the Dragon have proven themselves to be worthy opponents on the battlefield.”
Eiji nodded, “I ask because I worry for the future peace of these Northern lands. How many Lion battle the Dragon?”
Tsune glanced upwards to Eiji annoyed slightly, “I am not sure, many of our brethren have returned home to battle the Tsuno, I am sure you are aware of such troubles.”
Eiji nodded, “I see.”
“So what brings you to the lands of the Phoenix? The war?”
“That and an old debt my family owes to the Shiba...” Eiji replied, “What is your role in the war? Do you command a Lion contingent?”
“I am a Gunso, I command the Strong Lion Legion,” Tsune replied.
“Where are you camped?” Eiji asked quickly.
Tsune regard the giant with mild curiosity, “My forces are west of here... two days travel. I am here on invitation... where are your forces?”
Eiji glanced looking for Ryoko before continuing, “I work with a small party of Phoenix and Crane... we currently are given over to surveying a rundown fortification near a small hamlet. A small settlement with some rather strange occurrences...”
“Much honor and glory in that I am sure, Matsu-san,” he replied, “but if you will excuse me,” he turned and went to approach some Phoenix bushi. Eiji sighed, he had longed for the front, such was the place for a berserker. He glanced around and noticed Renshi standing off by his lonesome.
Renshi feeling slightly dejected, hoping that Sani would be in attendance turned his attention upon the Scorpion courtiers. One of the Scorpion samurai smiled at him from beneath his red porcelain mask and paced slowly towards Renshi. Renshi glanced away, to mask his own curiosity of the Scorpion that were present.
The man bowed slowly, his crimson mask glinting in the waning sunlight of the evening, “Good afternoon,” his voice effeminate and soft.
Renshi bowed, “Good afternoon to you as well.”
The samurai smiled, his voice soft and low almost a whisper, “I had heard that the Hantei favors a Crane in this region.”
“Did you now? Whom have you heard in favored” Renshi replied skeptically.
“I do not know names, but it is well know that the Hantei favored Yasuki Hachi, a Crane as well,” he said with a smile.
“Ahh, why do you bring this up? Please forgive my manners,” Renshi bowed, “I am Kakita Renshi.”
“I am Bayushi Kenji,” he gestured to his daisho, “a bushi such as yourself.”
Renshi nodded through gritted teeth, “A pleasure to meet you.”
“I do not know about being favored, but I did receive a gift from the Hantei today. Though, I do not feel deserving,” Renshi replied watching the Kenji’s reactions closely.
Kenji’s eyes flashed slightly, “You received a gift from the Hantei?”
“I did, why are you asking,” Renshi replied trying not to sound defensive.
“It is not everyday, that one receives a gift from the Anvil,” Kenji replied.
“As I said, I am surely not deserving of such gifts, if you will excuse me. It has been a pleasure speaking with you,” Renshi said as he turned.
“I had wanted to bear a warning, Crane… but if you are in a hurry...” Kenji said his voice flat yet soft.
Renshi turned his eyes narrowing, “And that warning is… Scorpion?”
“I bring good word... that there are those who may wish you or your companions harm...” Kenji replied with a genteel smile.
“Who is suspect?”
Kenji arched a brow, his voice a whisper, “I only wish to extend a warning to those with the Hantei's favor.”
Renshi watched Kenji closely as he spoke, “Thank you for the warning. Do you know who wishes us harm?”
“That I do not know,” as Kenji drew out a crimson fan and gently fanned himself, “but I hope you can be wary... and stay alive...”
Renshi could sense that Kenji wasn’t telling him the whole truth, but he did not want to press the matter in such a public venue, “I will. And thank you again.”
Kenji nodded and turned, “Be well... and I praise you for the Hantei's favor...”
Renshi nodded, not sure what to think of Bayushi Kenji as he approached Yugiashi who was engaged in a game of Go with a young Crane courtier. Only to see the courtier soundly defeat Yugiashi, with ease.
The party reunited around the game of Go with exception of Junoki and Ryoko. The party discussed the pleasantries of the evening trying their best to fit in and not look too out of place. Hiyone taught Eiji the virtues of drinking sake to excess much to the consternation of the rest of the group. While Renshi recounted to Ameiko the chat he had with the Scorpion bushi.
Meanwhile Junoki was enjoying a gentle walk with a courtier of the Usagi family representing the Clan of the Hare, Usagi Katchiko. The two had hit it off quite well as they sauntered down the hall. She glanced to him, “tell me you... have other thoughts on your mind then... this hallway yes?”
Junoki smiled lecherously, “All my thoughts are of you.”
She smiled giggling, holding her fan to her face, covering her blush; “You are too much...”
Junoki smiled, “I hope not.”
Katchiko gestured with her finger for Junoki to follow, “Then…”
Katchiko never finished her coy phrase as Ryoko’s voice sounded through the hall, “So this is where you got off to...” Katchiko bristled slightly glancing over hr shoulder, somewhat embarrassed.
Junoki bowed to Katchiko, “Ryoko-san I was touring the estate with Usagi Katchiko, she is quite the fountain of knowledge.”
Katchiko bowed blushing, as Ryoko continued, “I am sure you were,” she glanced from the Hare courtier to Junoki, “You are as bad as the poet.”
“Can I assist you? The tour wasn't complete,” Junoki replied with a knowing smile to Katchiko.
“Yes you can actually, I had a matter I wanted to speak with you about,” she glanced to the blushing courtier, “alone.” Katchiko quickly bowed once more and returned to the main courtyard fairly quickly.
Junoki called after her, “I will look for you later. I promise we'll complete the tour.”
Ryoko paced forward, “Complete the tour?” her brow arching ever so slightly, with the slightest twinge of jealousy.
“Yes, she promised to show me around the castle. I can't refuse a guided tour,” he replied.
“Nor a pretty face. It is rather transparent of your intentions...” Ryoko replied as she regarded him with her soft green eyes down the hallway.
“I don't know what you mean. I would not take advantage of an innocent.”
Ryoko started walking, “Don't be so coy... it is rather obvious of your intentions...”
Junoki followed a smile on his face, “If that is what you wish to believe Ryoko-san, I will not try to change your mind.”
She stopped turning to him, “I rather like you Junoki-kun... you have a strong manner. Despite your strange ways...”
Junoki smiled, “I like you too. You are a tough woman without losing your beauty”
Without realizing it, Ryoko drew her fan quickly to cover her blush as she replied, “Shall we walk then? Or is there only time enough for one tour this eve?”
Junoki gave her a coy grin, “I always have time for a tour from a lovely lady.”
Ryoko turned and started walking, Junoki following as she spoke, “You honor me then...”
Junoki walked at her side, “You honor me with your beauty.”
Ryoko glanced to him, “You can be charming.”
“It is easy when I am with someone as beautiful and sure of herself as you are.”
Ryoko blushed once more, “Then I see that my first impression was correct... I do like you Junoki-kun.”
Junoki smiled genuinely, “So where does this tour take us, Ryoko-chan?”
“I am not sure,” as she paused at a wonderful picture depicting the rolling hills of the surrounding landscape, “where do you wish it to end?”
“I wish it to go on till I have seen and experienced everything you would show me.”
“You have the words of a poet,” she replied.
“No, not really. I speak what I feel,” Junoki replied. Junoki furrowed his brow, as he heard a light scratching sound from behind him. He turned quizzically and glanced to the sliding door behind him. “Do you hear that?”
Ryoko looked quizzical before she heard the sound, “Yes I do…” she glanced to the door.
Junoki moved to listen at the door, as he placed his head to the door, he heard a swift sound of metal slicing through paper and leapt back quickly. Just as a blade jutted through the door, nearly impaling the ronin bushi. Ryoko drew her Grandfather’s Honor quickly and slashed through the door, as Junoki unsheathed his scimitar. The room was dark, as the sun had already begun to dip low beyond the western mountains. Inside a figure swathed in black clothing regarded them with a cold icy glare through his eyes; he raised his ninja-to towards the two bushi as he backed up towards the open window. Behind him on the floor laid Isawa Sayan a tanto in her back, her form stiff and still. Ryoko moved quickly, and slashed through the assassin rather quickly her blade ripping through his black cloth drawing blood. Junoki followed quickly, he dipped low under the tanto and slid his scimitar into the assassin’s gullet drawing more warm blood. The assassin quickly pulled away and then went into a flip, landing on the windowsill, before dropping down to the garden below. Both Ryoko and Junoki ran to the window and watched the assassin sprint into the thick gardens below. The two glanced to Isawa Sayan, and then rushed off to find their allies.
The rest of the group was trying to downplay the spectacle that was Hiyone and Eiji as the two of them sang Crab drinking songs and made quite the scene. Ryoko and Junoki met up quickly and alerted the party of what had transpired. Ryoko also took the time to alert the Isawa Sayan’s trusted hatamoto and the returned to her allies. No sign of the assassin could be found as Junoki suggested the group scour the gardens. They split up into three group to cover more ground. The Crane samurai moved slowly not well suited to the work of tracking an assassin and found little to give them leads. While Hiyone, Falm, and Eiji slowly skirted the edge of the gardens moving cautiously. Junoki and Ryoko crept slowly through the brush of the garden, following a scant trail of blood.
Junoki glanced to Ryoko, “I think we are being led by the nose. This seems too easy… Maybe he doubled back and went back to the castle. That would be last place we would look.”
Ryoko nodded glancing around slowly, “But bleeding... he would be seen... though the matter of this... so clean... how did they get inside... something does not ring true here...”
“This trail was laid by whoever helped him get in,” Junoki replied.
Before Ryoko could reply, they heard Falm call, “The killer is here, he is here!”
Junoki glanced to Ryoko and moved to Falm’s voice, “I guess that settled that,” as he saw the Crane samurai move swiftly through the garden towards Falm’s voice.
Ryoko caught up with him and held him still, “Look…” she pointed with a whisper. Junoki glanced and caught sight of what she had seen a faint outline of a man creeping through the brush slowly towards their allies. He glanced and saw another, confused and somewhat afraid.
“We have to warn the others,” Junoki scowled.
“That we must, you go to warn them, and I will do my best to impede them, possibly buy you a moment or two to prepare.”
“I will go left... towards the assassins and you right... to warn our friends… be well my valiant Junoki-kun...” Ryoko glanced to him.
Junoki turned to her, “We can't lose you. I will go after the assassins.”
Ryoko sighed and turned her attentions to him, “Junoki-kun...” she smiled softly, “get to our companions and warn them... quickly...” she kissed Junoki passionately, then pushed him away and rushed towards the assassins.
Junoki blinked for only a moment before going to warn his friends of the danger to come… his heart racing as he saw the nearly invisible assassins moving to strike. He only hoped he would make it in time…
28th of Ryoshun in the 1158th year of the Emerald Empire
The crisp early morning air danced over Ryoko’s slight frame as she stirred from her sleep. It had been a long week since she and her allies had killed the maho-witch and disposed of her undead minions. Shiro Moritami had been cleansed according to the will of the kami. Ryoko stood and went to clean her face in her basin, as she glanced out the window that overlooked the small courtyard, both Eiji, Yugiashi, and Renshi were up early working on their footwork and honing their skills with their weapons. Ryoko scowled slightly, the sting of defeat from Yugiashi gnawed at her, but it had lessened in the weeks since their impromptu duel. She sighed watching and glanced to Junoki, she couldn’t help but smile, even if she did not know why.
Junoki leaned against a support beam as he watched his companions train from the veranda. He looked once more to the letter he had found in the castle during their encounter with the maho-witch. There was not much he could make out from it, but it seemed important nonetheless as he read it once more:
11th of Fu-Leng, 967th year of the Empire
Tendo-kun,
Give my regards to my sister, I leave for the front soon, and I shall not know when I return... but be well, and do not falter, keep the blade safe, for it belonged to your grandfather... but do not use it... I am not sure if you are worthy enough to carry such a thing, for I know I was not... but in time you may be worthy...
-Shiba Yokama
Junoki mused over the letter; he heard the sound of a sliding door behind as he glanced to see Ameiko stepping out from the rock garden. She closed the door behind her and gave Junoki a well-practiced smile; “Good Morning Junoki-san.”
Junoki nodded his head slightly, his dark weathered features made him look slightly older then he really was as he replied, “Good morning indeed, Oshogatsu has come once again, a time of remembrance,” he glanced to the letter and then held it out to Ameiko, “here perhaps you can make more sense of this then I.”
Ameiko took the letter carefully, and she perused its contents before looking back to Junoki, “I cannot say that I have any more knowledge into this matter. I am not too familiar with the families of the Phoenix.”
Junoki shrugged as Ryoko entered the courtyard dressed in a vibrant red kimono her ebon hair down and freshly combed as she sauntered along the edge of the courtyard as to no interfere with her companions’ training. She glanced towards the gate, as the faint sounds of hoof steps grew near. The main gate was open, to allow easy access for the heimin, so that they could tend to the work that needed to be done upon the castle. Through the opening she spotted a lone rider drawing near, he slowed to a canter as he approached the gates. He rode tall in the saddle, his face plump, a slight thin mustache framing his small mouth. His garb was clean even from the ride, there was not much dust to mar his fine courtly kimono of white the Imperial symbol upon his breast; upon his shoulder the rider boar the Mon of the Miya, the heralds of the empire. Yugiashi, always wary approached the rider, sheathing his blade.
He dismounted quickly and bowed to Yugiashi, “Konichi-wa... may I enter please?”
Yugiashi bowed quickly, “Of course. May I ask what business you have here?”
“I am Miya Yohan, I have been sent with a message for Kakita Renshi... I have been informed he is in this region?” the herald replied his eyes scanning the courtyard.
Yugiashi nodded, “This way,” as he turned and approached Renshi. Renshi gave only a quizzical glance and sheathed his ancestral blade as the herald approached.
The herald bowed to Renshi, “Kakita Renshi; son of Kakita Hyuske, I bear a message from Otosan-Uchi...” Renshi simply nodded and held out his hand in reply. The herald drew out a purple bundle of cloth; he unwrapped the bundle to reveal a white jade mempo, with slanted eyes rimmed with purple. The mask was both fearsome and yet had a genteel elegance that belied his craftsmanship and exquisite beauty. Renshi looked at the jade mempo his eyes wide with surprise.
Miya Yohan continued, “I am also instructed... to give you a verbal message from the bearer of the gift, milord, The Hantei was pleased with your performance in the winter... Hantei Naseru-sama... hopes that this gift will be but a small token of his admiration for your abilities.”
Renshi blinked, his mind racing at the mention of the name, “I cannot accept this.”
The herald held out the gift to Renshi once more, “It is to you... that he gives this... for your service...”
Renshi glanced to the mask and then lifted his eyes to Yohan’s face, “I am certain that my service hasn't warranted this.” Eiji gave the mempo a more then cursory glance admiring its beauty.
The herald nodded once more holding out the mask to Renshi, “I am not one to say what your service warrants Kakita-sama... but the Hantei would be most pleased if you accept this token of his appreciation… it was said to be worn by Hantei the 19th into battle... it is close to his heart and he hopes it shows his sincere admiration of your skills.”
Renshi accepted the mask, “Tell Hantei-sama that I am humbled by his offer.”
The herald bowed once more, “I shall Kakita-sama, the Hantei is pleased... I am sure you will be joining the festivities of Isawa Sayan... the Daimyo of this province... that is where I go next... all of the well to do shall be present... I am sure they would be honored to have one so favored by Hantei-sama in their presence.”
Renshi bowed, as Ryoko spoke up her brow arching slightly, “We shall indeed be there.”
The herald nods, “Then I shall take my leave... and be well Kakita-sama...” he turned and mounted his horse and once again set out for the road, “and have a Happy New Year,” he called as he rode quickly out of the castle.
Ryoko glanced to Renshi, “That is quite the gift Renshi-san.”
Renshi nodded, “Agreed, Ryoko-san.”
Ryoko smiled, “I am good company, if Hantei Naseru favors you…”
Junoki glanced to the mask, “That is a lovely mempo. What will you do with it?”
“Ryoko mused, “Perhaps you can wear into battle as the Hantei of old?”
Renshi smiled as he placed the mempo on, “Sounds like an excellent idea, Ryoko-san.”
Junoki chuckled, “You would scare the enemy to quit the field.”
As Renshi placed the mempo on, he took on an appearance of power, emanating fear. The sheer strength of the jade mempo made the rest of his companions avert their eyes, for he it truly was awesome to behold. Renshi removed the mempo, “It fits well.”
Ryoko smiled, “Well I hope you have all rested well, for this afternoon we leave for Isawa Sayan’s estate, it should be a fine time indeed.”
Junoki smirked glancing to the open gate, “Was that our invitation, Ryoko-san?”
Ryoko shook her head no, “I received an invitation, last night, it seems she has heard of our exploits and would be honored to have us in attendance. I apologize for not telling you all sooner. But it would be best if we all go and prepare.”
Ameiko nodded, “A night at the court, this should be interesting,” she glanced to Yugiashi and smiled.
Renshi nodded, “Perhaps my sister, but it would be a welcome diversion. If we cannot spend the New Year with father we may at least enjoy ourselves.”
Eiji nodded, “Whether in such a luxurious palace or this hovel, I will still be on foot.”
Ryoko glanced to Eiji, “it is not far, Lion cub,” she sighed, “best we all prepare I shall see if Falm or the poet will join us.” She turned and walked towards the rock garden.
In the meanwhile Falm sat in the rock garden trying to compose a letter to her sister, but having little luck finding the right words to describe the events that had transpired since she had joined her companions.
She heard a door slide open, but focused on her writing until she heard Hiyone’s honeyed voice, “So this is where the sun goddess has been hiding...” causing her to create a stray line in her writings.
Falm did not look up, “Staying out of the way of those I have 'insulted'. And writing to my sister, Kobe.”
“Your sister, is she as lovely as you are,” Hiyone slid the door close and paced towards Falm.
Falm sighed and replied still not looking back, “She is more so, eyes the color of almonds, hair dark as jet, and skin clean and white as it should be.”
Hiyone scoffed, “So plain. So boring... like hundreds if not thousands of other courtly lovelies across the empire...” he laughed as he peaked over Falm’s shoulder.
Falm glanced to him finally, “Maybe, but she will be heir one day… and she is more beautiful than I.”
Hiyone smirked, “Heir to what, and you misspelled that…” he pointed with a glance of his eyes to the letter smiling.
Falm sighed, slightly annoyed, “Why she is the first born, she is the family heir.”
“Oh well, good for her… so are you still upset?” he stood upright and yawned.
Falm looked at him placing her ink pen down, “Why do you continue to court me… we share nothing in common? You say duty is not the first concern, and it is all I have. You seem... eager to circumvent the standards of things,” Falm sighed, “I… spoke rashly and ineptly. But I meant what I said… tis my duty to guard those who do not see what I can see. Samurai guard bodies; while I… I guard souls.”
Hiyone simply whistled and glanced at the rock garden, “I see. Is my soul worth guarding?”
“All are, for the want of one soul, someday the empire might falter,” Falm gave him a calm look.
Hiyone smiled, “Then we have something in common, I like to save souls as well.”
Falm smiled genuinely, “Perhaps. It's just… I'm not used to being courted… once I heard it said, I make a very improper lady, but had I been born for my looks I would have been a grand geisha.”
Before Hiyone could reply, Ryoko entered the garden and cleared her throat to draw their attention. She walked towards Falm calmly, “I trust you have clothes suitable for the court Kusan Falm. Isawa Sayan has invited us to her estate to celebrate Oshogatsu.”
Falm stood and bowed, “Of course milady.”
Ryoko turned her calm gaze to Hiyone, “You may come as well; sir poet, and perhaps you have a tale or two to share with Lady Isawa-sama.”
Hiyone smiled with a wink to Falm, “I am sure I have many tales that will entertain Isawa-sama.”
Falm closed her writing kit turning to Ryoko, “Are you sure I should my lady? I tend to… be... too forthright of late.”
Ryoko gave Falm a cold gaze, “Do you wish to stay behind?”
Falm lowered her head, “I desire to not insult my lady again.”
Ryoko turned as she sauntered towards the door, “I am not going to make your decisions for you Kusan Falm... the rest are going. Choose as you see fit.” Falm simply sighed and followed. This would be a long day indeed, for her.
The group gathered dressed in the courtly best, some more used to such finery then others. Both Junoki and Eiji were loaned courtly attire by Ryoko. Eiji dressed in a tight fitting blue kimono with foamy waves along the left side. It still looked a smidge too small on the giant Lion cub. While Junoki wore a gray and black kimono with the design of a rabbit prancing along the right side. The rest of the group wore their clan colors each taking time to look their best.
The journey to the estate of Isawa Sayan lasted only two Rokugani hours, the countryside warming nicely as the eve of the spring season crept ever closer. The party arrived and dismounted their horses; the estate of Isawa Sayan was large and covered several acres, much of it taken up by massive gardens. The central courtyard of her home was littered with well-to-do nobility, from not only the Phoenix, but also visitors from the Lion, the Crane, and the Scorpion. There were a smattering of lesser clans also represented at the social gathering.
The interior smelled of fresh jasmine, the wafting sounds of minstrels at work creating a sullen slow ballad that permeated the halls of the estate. The party entered the courtyard amidst wayward glances and smiles, despite the soft atmosphere; the sharks of the court slowly prowled watching their movements with all too keen amusement.
Junoki smiled glancing to the Scorpion courtiers, “I take it the ladies of the court are this way?” gesturing with his hands.
Hiyone smirked, “Very much so... beware the Scorpion... they are lovely... but can be very twisted...”
Junoki smiled, “I will keep that warning in mind Hiyone-san.”
One of the Crane samurai present glanced to Yugiashi and then with a smile approached him as the group began to fan out and enjoy the festive occasion, Yugiashi blinked in surprise as he recognized the samurai; Doji Kuwan. Kuwan smiled a warm greeting his white hair in a bun, matching the snowy white of his kimono, “Once again... we meet... the fortunes must bless our crossing... How have you been Daidoji-san?”
Yugiashi nodded, “We have fared well.” Renshi glanced to the Crane bushi with a look of slight curiosity.
“It looks to be so... what brings you to the lands of the Phoenix...” Kuwan said as he glanced to Ameiko and smiled, “Ahh, forgive me Kakita Ameiko... you are as lovely as ever...” Kuwan bowed to Ameiko who returned his bow with her own.
Yugiashi replied curtly, “Duty.”
Ameiko smiled to Kuwan slightly, “Thank you Doji-san.”
Kuwan gave Ameiko an admiring gaze; “I am pleased to be in your presence once more.”
Ameiko smirked, “As am I.”
Yugiashi chimed in, “How have your travels fared, Doji-san?”
“I have been well... the winter months are a slow time for us warriors...” he sighed, patting the white hilt of his ancestral katana.
Yugiashi nodded, “Yes I remember them well.”
Kuwan smiled, “But I bring good news,” he glanced to Ameiko with a genuine smile, “I have spoken to your father and I am pleased to say come the summer, I shall have a bride.”
Ameiko arched her brow, “That is good news. May I inquire whom you have chosen?”
Kuwan gestured to Ameiko, “Why the loveliest lady I have laid eyes upon, Kakita Ameiko... your father believes we would make a good match.”
Ameiko gave him a blank look, before replying, “I see,” she nodded slowly, “You honor me.” Ameiko glanced up looking into Kuwan’s eyes, “But you said may.”
“You are a lovely bride... please walk with me so that we may speak in private,” gestured for Ameiko to follow. Ameiko blushed averting her gaze and followed with a curt nod.
She glanced to Yugiashi, “Please enjoy yourself,” and then followed Kuwan through the courtyard. Yugiashi sighed to himself and glanced around feeling somewhat out of place.
Kuwan smiled as he walked slowly alongside Ameiko, “Does the proposal please you Ameiko-san?”
“It honors me, but I would hope to know you better,” she replied drawing out a gentle blue fan with the Mon of the Crane upon it. She fanned herself slowly batting her eyes.
“Well what do you wish to know?” Kuwan replied.
“I would like to hear of your exploits, if I may,” Ameiko replied smiling from behind the fan.
“I have lead many... various campaigns against the Crab... served a year in the Imperial Legions, battled the forces of Jigoku on the fields of battle. My actions are nothing, though simply service they pale in comparison to my father Doji Kurohito, compared to him I am a mere stripling,” Kuwan recounted.
Ameiko nodded, smiling from behind her fan hiding her blush, “Impressive, but I must ask, why have you chosen me?”
“For your beauty, and courtly virtues,” he stops turning to her, “for your unearthly grace and elegance.”
Ameiko blushed, stopping as well, she hid her blush with her fan as she replied, “I am pleased that I please you.”
Kuwan smiled, “So then it is settled.”
“Settled?” Ameiko replied curiously.
“Yes, I shall speak with your father and make arrangements for our wedding in the summer, unless you wish to be wed sooner?”
Ameiko blinked, “I… I am not sure, I must attend to my duties here in the Phoenix lands, perhaps if I could think on it?”
“I am not sure what there is to think about, but I will speak with your father regardless, I am sure we can find a date that will be amicable for both of us,” Kuwan smiled as the two of them sauntered across the room. Ameiko’s mind burning with a thousand thoughts, most wondering what her father saw in this pompous youth.
Falm and Hiyone stood close by to Yugiashi, admiring the delightful music of the evening. Hiyone nudged Falm gently, “Enjoying the eve?”
Falm replied tersely, “I am,” beaming a courtly smile.
Hiyone chuckled, “You pull it off so well.”
“I do. I am used to playing the courtly role from time to time,” she said with a smile.
Hiyone smiled and gestured for Falm to follow him, “So then accompany me on a walk?”
Falm sighed, “Very well.”
“So why do you detest me so?” as Hiyone passed from the courtyard into the lush gardens, enjoying the cool air. Falm at his side.
Falm sighed once more, “I don’t… I am just not as drawn to you, as you are to me.”
Hiyone glanced to Falm somewhat surprised, “Oh I see... why is that?”
“I...am intimidated by your ardor and words. Besides, my husband will most likely be found by my father, not I,” she said with a wave of her hand.
“Intimidated?” Hiyone replied curiously.
“Aye, all those flowery praises and words are… overwhelming.”
Hiyone chuckled, “I am but a lowly poet, my only weapon is words.”
Falm replied quickly with a glance, “I have seen your sword work. And besides, any feelings I have will be secondary to my fathers plans, if he could find a groom for me.”
Hiyone smirked, “My word work, merely luck.”
“A student of the Daisho I might not be, but I can see skill when I see it,” Falm replied as the two of them passed from the garden back into the main courtyard.
Hiyone laughs, “I learned a few things in my years under the service to the Crane.”
Falm nodded, “I see. I am actually quite happy to be walking, I am sure someone inside would recognize me from my time at the Agasha school.”
“Why is that?” he replied.
“I can be rather outspoken, I suppose, there are some who might remember me…” she said her head lowered. Hiyone paused as he spotted Yugiashi engaged in a game of Go and approached smiling. Falm simply followed.
Across the main courtyard, Eiji approached a Lion bushi who was enjoying the gentle music of the minstrels. The bushi glanced to Eiji as he approached glancing upwards at Eiji who towered over him.
Eiji bowed, “Greetings, I am Matsu Eiji.”
The bushi glanced upwards and nodded, “I am Akodo Tsune... I am pleased to meet you, Matsu Eiji...”
Eiji nodded, “The Akodo the most honorable of us all.”
Tsune bowed, “Your words are kind.”
“Do you bring your family further honor in service to the Phoenix alliance?” Eiji asked looking down at Tsune.
Tsune nodded slowly, “yes but the war is slow going, I am astounded the remarkable,” he whispered, “cowardice of some of these Phoenix bushi. That and the Dragon have proven themselves to be worthy opponents on the battlefield.”
Eiji nodded, “I ask because I worry for the future peace of these Northern lands. How many Lion battle the Dragon?”
Tsune glanced upwards to Eiji annoyed slightly, “I am not sure, many of our brethren have returned home to battle the Tsuno, I am sure you are aware of such troubles.”
Eiji nodded, “I see.”
“So what brings you to the lands of the Phoenix? The war?”
“That and an old debt my family owes to the Shiba...” Eiji replied, “What is your role in the war? Do you command a Lion contingent?”
“I am a Gunso, I command the Strong Lion Legion,” Tsune replied.
“Where are you camped?” Eiji asked quickly.
Tsune regard the giant with mild curiosity, “My forces are west of here... two days travel. I am here on invitation... where are your forces?”
Eiji glanced looking for Ryoko before continuing, “I work with a small party of Phoenix and Crane... we currently are given over to surveying a rundown fortification near a small hamlet. A small settlement with some rather strange occurrences...”
“Much honor and glory in that I am sure, Matsu-san,” he replied, “but if you will excuse me,” he turned and went to approach some Phoenix bushi. Eiji sighed, he had longed for the front, such was the place for a berserker. He glanced around and noticed Renshi standing off by his lonesome.
Renshi feeling slightly dejected, hoping that Sani would be in attendance turned his attention upon the Scorpion courtiers. One of the Scorpion samurai smiled at him from beneath his red porcelain mask and paced slowly towards Renshi. Renshi glanced away, to mask his own curiosity of the Scorpion that were present.
The man bowed slowly, his crimson mask glinting in the waning sunlight of the evening, “Good afternoon,” his voice effeminate and soft.
Renshi bowed, “Good afternoon to you as well.”
The samurai smiled, his voice soft and low almost a whisper, “I had heard that the Hantei favors a Crane in this region.”
“Did you now? Whom have you heard in favored” Renshi replied skeptically.
“I do not know names, but it is well know that the Hantei favored Yasuki Hachi, a Crane as well,” he said with a smile.
“Ahh, why do you bring this up? Please forgive my manners,” Renshi bowed, “I am Kakita Renshi.”
“I am Bayushi Kenji,” he gestured to his daisho, “a bushi such as yourself.”
Renshi nodded through gritted teeth, “A pleasure to meet you.”
“I do not know about being favored, but I did receive a gift from the Hantei today. Though, I do not feel deserving,” Renshi replied watching the Kenji’s reactions closely.
Kenji’s eyes flashed slightly, “You received a gift from the Hantei?”
“I did, why are you asking,” Renshi replied trying not to sound defensive.
“It is not everyday, that one receives a gift from the Anvil,” Kenji replied.
“As I said, I am surely not deserving of such gifts, if you will excuse me. It has been a pleasure speaking with you,” Renshi said as he turned.
“I had wanted to bear a warning, Crane… but if you are in a hurry...” Kenji said his voice flat yet soft.
Renshi turned his eyes narrowing, “And that warning is… Scorpion?”
“I bring good word... that there are those who may wish you or your companions harm...” Kenji replied with a genteel smile.
“Who is suspect?”
Kenji arched a brow, his voice a whisper, “I only wish to extend a warning to those with the Hantei's favor.”
Renshi watched Kenji closely as he spoke, “Thank you for the warning. Do you know who wishes us harm?”
“That I do not know,” as Kenji drew out a crimson fan and gently fanned himself, “but I hope you can be wary... and stay alive...”
Renshi could sense that Kenji wasn’t telling him the whole truth, but he did not want to press the matter in such a public venue, “I will. And thank you again.”
Kenji nodded and turned, “Be well... and I praise you for the Hantei's favor...”
Renshi nodded, not sure what to think of Bayushi Kenji as he approached Yugiashi who was engaged in a game of Go with a young Crane courtier. Only to see the courtier soundly defeat Yugiashi, with ease.
The party reunited around the game of Go with exception of Junoki and Ryoko. The party discussed the pleasantries of the evening trying their best to fit in and not look too out of place. Hiyone taught Eiji the virtues of drinking sake to excess much to the consternation of the rest of the group. While Renshi recounted to Ameiko the chat he had with the Scorpion bushi.
Meanwhile Junoki was enjoying a gentle walk with a courtier of the Usagi family representing the Clan of the Hare, Usagi Katchiko. The two had hit it off quite well as they sauntered down the hall. She glanced to him, “tell me you... have other thoughts on your mind then... this hallway yes?”
Junoki smiled lecherously, “All my thoughts are of you.”
She smiled giggling, holding her fan to her face, covering her blush; “You are too much...”
Junoki smiled, “I hope not.”
Katchiko gestured with her finger for Junoki to follow, “Then…”
Katchiko never finished her coy phrase as Ryoko’s voice sounded through the hall, “So this is where you got off to...” Katchiko bristled slightly glancing over hr shoulder, somewhat embarrassed.
Junoki bowed to Katchiko, “Ryoko-san I was touring the estate with Usagi Katchiko, she is quite the fountain of knowledge.”
Katchiko bowed blushing, as Ryoko continued, “I am sure you were,” she glanced from the Hare courtier to Junoki, “You are as bad as the poet.”
“Can I assist you? The tour wasn't complete,” Junoki replied with a knowing smile to Katchiko.
“Yes you can actually, I had a matter I wanted to speak with you about,” she glanced to the blushing courtier, “alone.” Katchiko quickly bowed once more and returned to the main courtyard fairly quickly.
Junoki called after her, “I will look for you later. I promise we'll complete the tour.”
Ryoko paced forward, “Complete the tour?” her brow arching ever so slightly, with the slightest twinge of jealousy.
“Yes, she promised to show me around the castle. I can't refuse a guided tour,” he replied.
“Nor a pretty face. It is rather transparent of your intentions...” Ryoko replied as she regarded him with her soft green eyes down the hallway.
“I don't know what you mean. I would not take advantage of an innocent.”
Ryoko started walking, “Don't be so coy... it is rather obvious of your intentions...”
Junoki followed a smile on his face, “If that is what you wish to believe Ryoko-san, I will not try to change your mind.”
She stopped turning to him, “I rather like you Junoki-kun... you have a strong manner. Despite your strange ways...”
Junoki smiled, “I like you too. You are a tough woman without losing your beauty”
Without realizing it, Ryoko drew her fan quickly to cover her blush as she replied, “Shall we walk then? Or is there only time enough for one tour this eve?”
Junoki gave her a coy grin, “I always have time for a tour from a lovely lady.”
Ryoko turned and started walking, Junoki following as she spoke, “You honor me then...”
Junoki walked at her side, “You honor me with your beauty.”
Ryoko glanced to him, “You can be charming.”
“It is easy when I am with someone as beautiful and sure of herself as you are.”
Ryoko blushed once more, “Then I see that my first impression was correct... I do like you Junoki-kun.”
Junoki smiled genuinely, “So where does this tour take us, Ryoko-chan?”
“I am not sure,” as she paused at a wonderful picture depicting the rolling hills of the surrounding landscape, “where do you wish it to end?”
“I wish it to go on till I have seen and experienced everything you would show me.”
“You have the words of a poet,” she replied.
“No, not really. I speak what I feel,” Junoki replied. Junoki furrowed his brow, as he heard a light scratching sound from behind him. He turned quizzically and glanced to the sliding door behind him. “Do you hear that?”
Ryoko looked quizzical before she heard the sound, “Yes I do…” she glanced to the door.
Junoki moved to listen at the door, as he placed his head to the door, he heard a swift sound of metal slicing through paper and leapt back quickly. Just as a blade jutted through the door, nearly impaling the ronin bushi. Ryoko drew her Grandfather’s Honor quickly and slashed through the door, as Junoki unsheathed his scimitar. The room was dark, as the sun had already begun to dip low beyond the western mountains. Inside a figure swathed in black clothing regarded them with a cold icy glare through his eyes; he raised his ninja-to towards the two bushi as he backed up towards the open window. Behind him on the floor laid Isawa Sayan a tanto in her back, her form stiff and still. Ryoko moved quickly, and slashed through the assassin rather quickly her blade ripping through his black cloth drawing blood. Junoki followed quickly, he dipped low under the tanto and slid his scimitar into the assassin’s gullet drawing more warm blood. The assassin quickly pulled away and then went into a flip, landing on the windowsill, before dropping down to the garden below. Both Ryoko and Junoki ran to the window and watched the assassin sprint into the thick gardens below. The two glanced to Isawa Sayan, and then rushed off to find their allies.
The rest of the group was trying to downplay the spectacle that was Hiyone and Eiji as the two of them sang Crab drinking songs and made quite the scene. Ryoko and Junoki met up quickly and alerted the party of what had transpired. Ryoko also took the time to alert the Isawa Sayan’s trusted hatamoto and the returned to her allies. No sign of the assassin could be found as Junoki suggested the group scour the gardens. They split up into three group to cover more ground. The Crane samurai moved slowly not well suited to the work of tracking an assassin and found little to give them leads. While Hiyone, Falm, and Eiji slowly skirted the edge of the gardens moving cautiously. Junoki and Ryoko crept slowly through the brush of the garden, following a scant trail of blood.
Junoki glanced to Ryoko, “I think we are being led by the nose. This seems too easy… Maybe he doubled back and went back to the castle. That would be last place we would look.”
Ryoko nodded glancing around slowly, “But bleeding... he would be seen... though the matter of this... so clean... how did they get inside... something does not ring true here...”
“This trail was laid by whoever helped him get in,” Junoki replied.
Before Ryoko could reply, they heard Falm call, “The killer is here, he is here!”
Junoki glanced to Ryoko and moved to Falm’s voice, “I guess that settled that,” as he saw the Crane samurai move swiftly through the garden towards Falm’s voice.
Ryoko caught up with him and held him still, “Look…” she pointed with a whisper. Junoki glanced and caught sight of what she had seen a faint outline of a man creeping through the brush slowly towards their allies. He glanced and saw another, confused and somewhat afraid.
“We have to warn the others,” Junoki scowled.
“That we must, you go to warn them, and I will do my best to impede them, possibly buy you a moment or two to prepare.”
“I will go left... towards the assassins and you right... to warn our friends… be well my valiant Junoki-kun...” Ryoko glanced to him.
Junoki turned to her, “We can't lose you. I will go after the assassins.”
Ryoko sighed and turned her attentions to him, “Junoki-kun...” she smiled softly, “get to our companions and warn them... quickly...” she kissed Junoki passionately, then pushed him away and rushed towards the assassins.
Junoki blinked for only a moment before going to warn his friends of the danger to come… his heart racing as he saw the nearly invisible assassins moving to strike. He only hoped he would make it in time…
Tuerny said:Nice episode.
I assume the black-clad charachter was one of the mythical ninja?
I still dislike the Crane besides Renshi. ;-)
Something about Ameiko especially gets to me.
How many of your group is actually female?
You don't like me? *pouts* Ah well.....I'm female, and sometimes I wonder about the others....
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Bleh
Talindra is the only female actually... the Crane seemed to be pretty uppity I guess thinking they are all cool or something... we play again tonight actually and we shall continue the story to a hopefully exciting conclusion...
Tuerny said:Nice episode.
I assume the black-clad charachter was one of the mythical ninja?
I still dislike the Crane besides Renshi. ;-)
Something about Ameiko especially gets to me.
How many of your group is actually female?
Talindra is the only female actually... the Crane seemed to be pretty uppity I guess thinking they are all cool or something... we play again tonight actually and we shall continue the story to a hopefully exciting conclusion...
Tuerny said:ergh, you know just as I was posting it I thought, hmmmm I bet she is going to end up reading this.
And did it happen? yes it did.
I should listen to my intuitions better.
A thousand pardons m'lady.
::bows::
LOL.....you are forgiven...this time. But you should have seen Ameiko before the revision. You would have REALLY hated her.
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