Outlaw activity wasn't uncommon after Seizo Raiu's death. It was something the new Shogun anticipated and even brought up during his address to his people. Something unusual, however, was shinobi interference. A group of pro-Seizo deserters who escaped capture was spotted at an old village deep in the heart of Shiro Mori. While the great clans were content to let them live in peace, news arrived later that they were being armed and bolstered by another party. Trained retainers from the Shogun's personal squadron tailed said group after one of their meetings, only to discover that they were rogue Shinobi attempting to start a civil war in the capital so that they could take Zaishin's treasures. Even if its currency took a hit after the war, the beautiful city still had heaps of things for them to sell to outside buyers. Also, a few missing people wouldn't raise any flags so soon after a war. Human trafficking was a very lucrative trade, but it was far too risky to abduct people in Shinobi lands. Zaishin was just vulnerable enough, as far as they were concerned.
Musunde knew it wasn't going to have a clean ending once the information made its way to him. Not if it became a public issue. He decided to handle it as discreetly as possible, and therefore sent messages to the two people he felt were trustworthy enough for the task. "I need you to come by yourself to the Shiro Mori woods. I'll be at the north entrance. Tell nobody about this and make sure to bring your sword.
โฐโฐโฐ Notes: โข Takes place 2 weeks after the events at Tetsujo. โข The title of Shogun has been removed from the Raiu clan and will continue to remain apart from the great clans. โข Musunde has relinquished the position of Raiu Clan head to Ishikura and has taken the name Kinryu instead. โข Zaishin is divided following Musunde's address. Despite having many supporters, pro-Seizo, anti-Yokai, and anti-Shinobi factions have made themselves known. โข It is now illegal to kill Yokai on sight, and an embassy for them exists in Zaishin. Killing in self-defense is still allowed, but attacks are investigated. Citizens and Samurai alike are strongly advised to report any dangerous Yokai sightings to the embassy so that it can be handled peacefully. โข The Seiryu clan is still being investigated. Members of the original force who defected from Zaishin are being actively hunted.
โข Sumire and Ishikura are both aware of the deserters and participated in a vote regarding how they should be dealt with. Regardless of their decision, the majority favored leaving them be so long as they didn't hurt anyone.
Winter was at full force in Zaishin, and few places showcased that more than the Shiro Mori woods. The ground was encased in white, and leafless trees rose defiantly against the falling snow. Even if its beauty was undeniable, the danger was no less prominent. Whether it be wolves, yokai, or the relentless weather, the white woods were liable to chew you up and spit you out. Unfortunately, another hazard made its debut deep in the woods as of late, a group that could no longer be ignored.
At the northern entrance, Musunde leaned his back against one of the pale trees. The shogun's identity was concealed by a dark cloak that gave nothing away, with its hood pulled over his head to hide his face. His retainers were watching over his office with orders to withhold his messages. If anyone needed to speak with the Shogun, they were told that he was in a meeting. As much as he wanted to remain honest to his people, his time as a shinobi taught him the value of discretion. Silencing pro-Seizo opposition wasn't worth the hassle, but deserters affiliated with rogue shinobi to overthrow Zaishin's leadership was a different matter entirely. His address made it clear that he had every intention of re-opening Tetsu no Kabe eventually, so any negative news involving shinobi - rogue or not - would give his political opponents the chance to blow things out of proportion. Of course, they'd also try to spin the tale that Musunde was trying to silence those that didn't agree with him. He discarded their clothes after his address, cut his hair, and changed his image completely to reflect his plans. There was no moving forward so long as they were blinded by tradition, and that made him an enemy to every Seizo loyalist out there. His time as a shogun was swallowed by debate after debate, and while he managed to convince many, some would do anything to get Musunde off the throne. Still, he refused to use his power to silence them.
For those in Shiro Mori, though, it could only end in one way.
I'm not familiar with this strategy, child, but I can see the wisdom in it. I've only ever aligned myself with samurai, but here you are - a leader of the samurai - and you've decided to manage issues behind the scenes. Keeping things from your people may be foreign for a shogun, but resolving this yourself instead of sending someone in your place is honorable. You are a unique ruler, Musunde, but not one I'm convinced will avoid ruin.
Ruin doesn't scare me, and I'm not looking for your power either. All I care about is getting the borders opened before too long. The quicker it happens, the sooner Zaishin can learn to accept the shinobi. He responded mentally to the dragon that made its home inside of him, golden eyes surveying the landscape for signs of his allies. Hopefully, Sumire and Ishikura picked up on the urgency in his letter. If not, he'd have to go in alone. Getting any more people involved was too risky.
As for my honor...I can't stand idle when I know my people are facing a threat. Nobody here knows how to handle Shinobi better than I do, so of course I'd be here.
With the harsh winter at their home, the Mahofu Clan had dressed accordingly. There was fire roaring and bringing warmth to the drafty skeleton castle at almost every room. A group of Mahofus walking down the grand hall of the castle as they were conversing. In the middle was young Sumire as she was talking to them and walking at the same time. She was getting reports of her areas and not to mention some threats. There was ... quite a few Mahofu who still lived in the castle with her, not pleased at all with their new leader at all. Both Mahofu and Zaishin. First, she disobeyed the previous Shogun's order and went to try to save the Seiryuu. Second, she had the nerve to try to house them but she knew it wasn't safe. With some of the members of her clan still bitter, she was not going to risk Seiryuu's lives. Thirdly, she and few others stood up to the previous Shogun, and to say that they were unhappy was an understatement. The attacks on Sumire had finally lessened when she received one of the marks from the Golden Dragon but she hasn't had good rest or sleep in so long. Though that was nothing new. Sumire could never remember when was the last time she had good sleep. Her mark of the dragon's eyes seemed like on point small golden eyeliner that only brought out her violet eyes more. Few only knew what it really was, the others assume it was part of dye to slightly paint her face.
"I believe that's all Mahofu-san, except, there's this message." Purple hues glanced down at the seal as she recognized it. "Arigatou." Entered into her office, she closed the door behind her and stood in front of the fireplace for warmth. Scanned the message, she felt different emotions raising in her. Mostly anger and rage, she did a few deep breaths to reduce it. 'I need to stop being childish and show them I can be a leader.' Her hand that held the scroll flicked the scroll into the fireplace and made sure it was turned into ash, she conflicted for a moment. Should she go help the very man that brought her back here several years ago? Or leave him be? After coming to a quick decision, she removed her heavy silk robes that were keeping her warm to reveal tight black clothing that would be recognized to use in stealth and movement. Sumire threw on a fur cloak and pulled the hood up. Her eyes glanced over a sheathed katana that belonged to leaders of Mahofu. It was well crafted with an inlay of purple and gold at the sheath. The hilt was recently rewrapped with Sumire took over. Outstretched her hand, she grabbed the katana and started to properly equip the sheath to her. Opened the doors, "I'm stepping out for a bit. Have Kai take care of affairs while I'm gone." The guards nodded as Sumire had made her way out and made sure she wasn't followed or being tracked.
Once she was certain, she had made her way towards the location that Musunde had requested for them to meet. The mark helped her find him easily as she made sure to be in his sight as she approached, "Kinryu-sama." Sumire was loyal to a fault. Despite her feelings against Musunde, he was still the Shogun and she will respect him as one.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2021 1:21 pm
Ishikura Raiu
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Kura' trudged through the snow, his thick furred cloak keeping him safe from the extreme cold. His eyes were white, in the last month he'd stopped hiding his byakugan. There was no point, no one who could tell him it was a disgrace anymore. He was the Clan Head, and he'd already had to deal with a few forms of his own dissent. There were staunch supporters of the branch clan system within the original main family. Important to him, as much as they were thorns in his side. He'd even dealt with treason, in only the way he could as head of his clan. They chose seppuku. He hated it but they refused to be exiled, they refused to bend the knee. He hadn't relayed the news to his new Shogun yet, a nervousness about it made him push it off for now.
Soon enough he'd arrived at the nornthern entrance of the Shiro Mori woods. Sumire and Musunde waited for him, upon his arrival he gave a deep bow. Something he'd made less of a show for with Seizo. Musunde had earned 'Kura's respect. "My blade is at your command, Musu-err...Kinryu-San." He still wasn't used to the new name, he had never been used to his exiled name either. Ishikura would wait until he was spoken to, before he'd rise. Beneath his cloak he wore his armor, his knives under each arm, his blade at his waist. He came prepared to spill blood for his Shogun.
Lightning Strike Armor [ Raigeki no Yoroi ] The user expels chakra around their entire body as an electrical disc appears above their body and washes over them, coating them in an electrical aura that defends the user from damage of the armor's rank and below with an upkeep of ten chakra per post. If the technique's original cost is met or exceeded with an attack it defends against the technique ends. Foes who make physical contact with the user during this state are dealt tier three paralysis on the limb connected to the point of contact. Activation DR: [ +0 Strength || + 0 Speed || +0 Reflex || +0 Fortitude ] โต
Eight Trigrams: Mountain Crusher [ Hakke Hasangeki] [Rank A-S] A powerful variation of [ Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm ]. This technique sends a mid-range wave of chakra directly towards an opponent, emitting from the palm. The impact is more than enough to punch large holes in mountains, so one can only imagine the damage it deals to the human body. Targets caught are swept up and sent flying backward with an immediate blunt force impact, and then take additional damage upon collision. Max range: 15 or 30 meters depending on rank. Deals its damage twice if the target connects with a wall or other surface. Mountain Crusher also completely denies the benefits of physical armor. Activation DR: [ +0 Strength || + 0 Speed || +0 Reflex || +0 Fortitude ] โต
Eight Trigrams: One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms [ Hakke Hyaku Nijลซhachi Shล ] [ A ] The Eight Trigrams One Hundred Twenty-Eight Palms is a maneuver of the Gentle Fist fighting style. It is essentially a doubled version of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms performed at twice the speed. This technique is used to close off the flow of chakra through one hundred and twenty-eight chakra points of an opponent's Chakra Pathway System. This eliminates their ability to use chakra for quite some time and makes it difficult for them to move. Alternatively, it can be used to hit a great number of targets very quickly. Once someone is within range of Neji's field of divination, he assumes a Gentle Fist stance and begins to deliver the attack: First, two consecutive strikes to make two โข Second, another two consecutive strikes to make four โข Third, four consecutive strikes to make eight โข Fourth, eight consecutive strikes to make sixteen โข Fifth, sixteen consecutive strikes to make thirty two โข Sixth, thirty two consecutive strikes to make sixty four โข Seventh, another sixty four consecutive strikes in succession to make a total of one hundred and twenty eight strikes. If the first two strikes connect, then the entire combination will continue unabated. In addition, this skill destroys an A-Rank amount of chakra multiplied by the appropriate value (ex. 1.25x) and locks a target out of using skills requiring chakra for three posts, up to A rank. Activation DR: [ +0 Strength || + 0 Speed || +0 Reflex || +0 Fortitude ] โต
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Golden eyes examined both of the clan leaders in front of him, noting their blades and attire. He gave a polite nod towards Sumire before turning towards Ishikura with an amused expression. "As much as I appreciate the gesture, Ishikura-san, you should call me what you're comfortable with for now. We can't afford to worry about the formalities where we're going." Any semblance of a smile that may have existed on his lips was gone by the time he finished speaking. He drew a weary sigh and gestured with his right arm towards the woods behind him. "The deserters in Asamatsunai have turned themselves into something we can't ignore, even if we agreed to let them live peacefully the last time they came up. My retainers caught them dealing with some highly ambitious ronin, trading ryo for weapons. They're trading information as well, giving these new faces everything there is to know on our city defenses under the guise of forming a strategy to overthrow me. What they don't know is that these ambitious ronin are shinobi without affiliation to any village, looking to pick Zaishin clean while the samurai kill each other." Given their proximity, Musunde was able to deliver Sumire the same images over their mental connection that he received from his retainers when they returned. That alone would have sufficed, but he had to lay out the whole situation for Ishikura's sake. Even if the Shogun believed in the Raiu's patriarch, the golden dragon refused to mark him. As far as the dragon was concerned, Ishikura still had growing to do before he was ready to receive that power.
"As much as I hate to say it, none of them can leave this forest alive. Planning a coup is one thing. They'd be put on trial before the people with the option of seppuku to atone for what they've done, and they'd be buried with their families. However, if word gets out that shinobi are involved, rogue or otherwise, it'll create more chaos than I can control. Another call for war. I don't want to spill the blood of my own countrymen, but I will not let their foolishness endanger the peace we've just barely grasped again." Musunde finished sternly, making it clear what his intentions were. He may have been new to leadership and relied heavily on his advisors, but the Shogun was strong-willed in his attempts to build a lasting peace. His earnest attempts won him the respect of other countries, even if his own fought him every step of the way.
"Do both of you understand? You won't be harmed in any way if you refuse, but my retainers will wipe your memories of this conversation."
Still and stiff as the snowfall, Sumire glanced over to the location where Musunde had gestured to as she listened intently. As much as she hated it, he was right. Ever since she became head of her clan a few days before Musunde took his seat, Sumire thought all she had to do was to face decisions of what was right or wrong. It wasn't like that for her anymore. It became more of what's beneficial to her people and the people of Zaishin vs what was comfortable. Sometimes it was even to neither was beneficial and was comfortable so what're more pros than cons. "Hai. I understand." Her finger brought up to her lips as she nibbled her pointer knuckle slightly while her thumb rested at her chin. It was her way of thinking. "I can set up traps and perimeters on the north and west for anyone trying to escape. With the slopes of the south, it could be their brilliant escape or dangerous. They may or may not use it. When I visited with the shinobi a few months back, they were not shy nor afraid of the cliffs. This may not be their home but I wouldn't put it above anyone to use the cliffs as a way of escape. If you wish, on your orders, I can approach from the south, blocking it off entirely with my miasma dragon." Sumire explained as she removed her finger and outstretched both of her arms, palms facing towards the sky. Her hands seem to be gentle, kind and inviting. "Kinryu-san and Raiu-san, I can place a seal on you both. This seal will provide a breathing mask, to protect you two from my miasma." Sumire explained them to what the seal would do for them. Whether they take it or not, was up to them.
She had trained with a fool named Jinrai a couple of years ago, he refused it because to him, it was a way of training and it ended up blowing up the dojo. If they place their hands on hers, they would feel a cool burning sensation throughout the body, almost like if you were sucking on peppermint and the sensation would be gone as fast as it appeared. As for her comrades to take it or not, she also waited for Musunde's order, he may have different ideas of how to approach this. Sumire already gave her piece.
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โฐ Oxygen [ Sanso ] | Rank X | Maruton | Spiritual An unique seal that Sumire had created. After doing the handseals, it leaves a tattoo/beauty mark/invisible mark or whatever the person wishes upon on their skin. When they come contact with miasma, the seal activates and a pure raw chakra gas mask appears on their face while in contact with miasma. Draws chakra from the seal bearer equal rank of what it's defending. One less chakra if it's Sumire's miasma if she made the seal upon the ally. The ally must pay an upkeep of C-rank per post. When used once, it cannot be triggered again unless Sumire seals another one onto them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2021 8:18 pm
Ishikura Raiu
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"Understood, Musunde-Sama." Ishikura cut out the formalities as ordered, and gave Sumire a small nod, and a soft smile. His attention went right back to his Shogun as he explained the situation. Anger boiled in his veins as Musunde spoke. He gripped his fists tight in the fur lined gloves that covered his hands, the leather making a strained noise. He grew quiet as his Lord explained just how high the stakes were, his pale eyes were locked onto Musunde's. He understood just how dire things were. "I understand. They will be dispatched. My blades are yours to command."
Kura' let sumire speak next, listening to her plan and nodding here or there as a sign of understanding. He outstretched his palm, glad to have the immunity from her terrifying gas. "Well, both of you know by now, I wield the eyes of the Hyuuga Clan. They're yours too, Musunde. I can scope everything out from here, if necessary. I think a three pronged attack would be most useful, send me where you will. I'll dispatch all that put our new Zaishin, in jeopardy."
Lightning Strike Armor [ Raigeki no Yoroi ] The user expels chakra around their entire body as an electrical disc appears above their body and washes over them, coating them in an electrical aura that defends the user from damage of the armor's rank and below with an upkeep of ten chakra per post. If the technique's original cost is met or exceeded with an attack it defends against the technique ends. Foes who make physical contact with the user during this state are dealt tier three paralysis on the limb connected to the point of contact. Activation DR: [ +0 Strength || + 0 Speed || +0 Reflex || +0 Fortitude ] โต
Eight Trigrams: Mountain Crusher [ Hakke Hasangeki] [Rank A-S] A powerful variation of [ Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm ]. This technique sends a mid-range wave of chakra directly towards an opponent, emitting from the palm. The impact is more than enough to punch large holes in mountains, so one can only imagine the damage it deals to the human body. Targets caught are swept up and sent flying backward with an immediate blunt force impact, and then take additional damage upon collision. Max range: 15 or 30 meters depending on rank. Deals its damage twice if the target connects with a wall or other surface. Mountain Crusher also completely denies the benefits of physical armor. Activation DR: [ +0 Strength || + 0 Speed || +0 Reflex || +0 Fortitude ] โต
Eight Trigrams: One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms [ Hakke Hyaku Nijลซhachi Shล ] [ A ] The Eight Trigrams One Hundred Twenty-Eight Palms is a maneuver of the Gentle Fist fighting style. It is essentially a doubled version of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms performed at twice the speed. This technique is used to close off the flow of chakra through one hundred and twenty-eight chakra points of an opponent's Chakra Pathway System. This eliminates their ability to use chakra for quite some time and makes it difficult for them to move. Alternatively, it can be used to hit a great number of targets very quickly. Once someone is within range of Neji's field of divination, he assumes a Gentle Fist stance and begins to deliver the attack: First, two consecutive strikes to make two โข Second, another two consecutive strikes to make four โข Third, four consecutive strikes to make eight โข Fourth, eight consecutive strikes to make sixteen โข Fifth, sixteen consecutive strikes to make thirty two โข Sixth, thirty two consecutive strikes to make sixty four โข Seventh, another sixty four consecutive strikes in succession to make a total of one hundred and twenty eight strikes. If the first two strikes connect, then the entire combination will continue unabated. In addition, this skill destroys an A-Rank amount of chakra multiplied by the appropriate value (ex. 1.25x) and locks a target out of using skills requiring chakra for three posts, up to A rank. Activation DR: [ +0 Strength || + 0 Speed || +0 Reflex || +0 Fortitude ] โต
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He was glad to see that his two clan heads were ready to do what was necessary for Zaishin. Not just because it proved their loyalty, but because it showed their resolve as well. He only hoped it would remain when the time came to execute on their promise. When it came to their methods for approaching the plan, he found use in both of them. Attacking from different sides was the best way to ensure that nobody escaped. There was only one problem, but thankfully, he had something ready to address it.
The golden torii gate on the back of his right hand started to glow when he extended his arm out in front of him, beckoning one of his chosen to approach. In the blink of an eye, a man in a white mask reminiscent of the Shinobi's ANBU accessory appeared, kneeling on one leg in front of the Shogun. Wordlessly and with his head craned downwards in a slight bow, he extended both hands out to Musunde, presenting three scrolls to him. Two were relatively small, while the third one resting on top was considered medium-sized. The two smaller ones were both tied closed with a gold seal keeping them together.
"If you find yourself in trouble when you're by yourself, open this. It has a manifestation of my familiar's chakra inside of it, and it'll help you out once if you're in a bind. If you need to get out of a trap or dispel a genjutsu, it'll get the job done." Handing out the smaller ones to his allies, Musunde pocketed the third inside of his cloak without word or explanation. He also made sure to accept Sumire's seal in the process. "The shinobi group is going to be a problem for you, I think. I don't believe they'd come into a land of samurai without being prepared to go against them. I'll devote myself to keeping their attention if you don't have any fighting experience against their techniques." He stated, waving off his retainer when the scrolls were out of sight and out of mind. The masked man nodded solemnly and disappeared just as quickly as he arrived, departing as if he were made of air.
"The deserters are made up of former members of the Raiu, Mahofu, and Seinaru Enjo clans. There aren't many known ronin there who fill a supporting role, which means you'll be dealing with boundless aggression. None of them were ever clan heads, though. None of them are as capable as you." Even if what spilled from his lips could be considered praise, there was also a weight to his words. They'd be cutting down men and women that they probably had some degree of history with, and that couldn't be ignored. Turning his gaze towards Ishikura, Musunde continued. "I want you to use your Byakugan to scout out any enemies stationed outside of their compound. We'll kill them first and then work our way in from our sides. I'll come from the west, and you can let your thunder roar from the north." He stepped in front of the Raiu's leader and patted his shoulder, giving an affirming nod before giving his attention to Sumire.
"While we pick off the stragglers outside, I want you to set traps along the way behind us. Then we'll wait until you get in position at the south. Anyone too afraid to fight will run that way, but I'm confident that you'll be able to take care of them. Once you're ready, you can let me know through the mark, and then I can inform Ishikura from there. Any questions?"
"Blades, Kura-chan? Are you still collecting them?" Sumire smiled, trying to make the situation a bit lighter. The tension and the sorrow of upcoming deaths were wearing on her heart heavier than the snow that was falling. Cautious purple jewels watched as the man appeared from thin air and handed out the three scrolls. He gave Ishikura and Sumire one as she gently took it and nodded. Wearing the heavy cloak to stay warm, she was able to tuck it inside to keep it safe and secure for when she needs to use it. Hopefully not. As she placed the seal on both men before her, she heard Musunade's words as her blood ran cold. 'For you, I think.'
'Nothing would give me greater pleasure to prove you wrong,' bitterly thought Sumire. 'Stop. I am not a child anymore,' she reminded herself. "Do not worry. I have other things under my sleeve." Sumire responded back in a rather professional tone voice. Pushed her negative and bitter thoughts to the back of the mind, the man who appeared disappeared the same way, gone without a trace. Her eyes glanced over towards the area as she frowned. Two weeks, she had two weeks of training and she was still in the process of understanding what was it that she was sensing. There was this one chakra she was sensing that seemed to knock on her familiar mind. She couldn't remember. It was too foggy and hazy. Maybe it's because the chakra she was focused on was a Mahofu. That might be why... something told her it was much deeper than that. Her cheeks turned in a faint pink from the Shogun's compliment as she too brushed it away. She does not wish for her ego to inflate and she honestly believed that she wasn't a great clan head. Maybe this was a test for the Shogun too, to see if Sumire and Ishikura deserve the seat as the Head of their Clans. That would explain why the others aren't here but just those two as the other Clans had not yet appointed one, in the process, or was too busy with everything else.
Shogun's golden hues met with Sumire's, it was apparent that she was giving him her undivided attention. "Hai, Kinryu-sama." She walked between Ishikura and Musunde as she gently placed her hand on Ishikura's arm, she knows that sometimes, he was rather reckless. Always had been since he was a child. The memories of good days gave Sumire a warm smile. "Do be careful, Kura-chan." With the acknowledged nod to Musunde, she stood behind them and waited for them to make their move. Her eyes were once again straight ahead as her brows furrowed. What was it about that one chakra that was so familiar...? It was something, far deep in her memory.
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โฐ Oxygen [ Sanso ] | Rank X | Maruton | Spiritual A unique seal that Sumire had created. After doing the hand seals, it leaves a tattoo/beauty mark/invisible mark or whatever the person wishes upon on their skin. When they come into contact with miasma, the seal activates and a pure raw chakra gas mask appears on their face while in contact with miasma. Draws chakra from the seal bearer equal rank of what it's defending. One less chakra if it's Sumire's miasma if she made the seal upon the ally. The ally must pay an upkeep of C-rank per post. When used once, it cannot be triggered again unless Sumire seals another one onto them. Sealed: Musunde, Ishikura, and Sumire.
Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2021 3:51 pm
Ishikura Raiu
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xXx Ishikura stood with a solemn silence that hung about him. There was a lot on his mind. How to best handle issues back home, but he dammed the river of thoughts that tried to take his attention from the now. With a deep breath, he kept his focus on his Shogun, on Musunde, listening intently. His attention drew to the agent who appeared handing Musunde three scrolls. Not a word was said, until Musunde started talking again. He noted every bit of his description of just what the small scroll would do for him, 'Kura took it and put it into a side pouch. "I will dispatch any and all Shinobi or Samurai who wish to go against us. Treason is death, my friend."
xXx Ishikura watched the retainer dip out, only for Musunde's voice to draw his focus back. His nods of understanding started again, small understoods, here and there. When he was told to scan the compound, he immediately activated the Byakugan. The veins popped up on either side of his eyes, he chuckled at his compliment. "They won't hear the lightning strike coming, friend. No questions from me."
xXx Sumire's voice would catch him now, and he'd give a soft smile. "Only the rare and exquisite ones, but I meant it more literally." He'd tease, gripping at his knive's handles to give her an example. His own heart weighed heavy, but this was necessary. For a better future, this would have to happen. The intense cold made his shoulder ache, the pain from that massive blade was still digging into it, to this day. He felt her hand on his arm and he gave a friendly smile. "You too, Sumire."
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