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Re: Warriors of the Mist IC

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"It doesnt matter how manly you are. The only thing a unprofessional warrior does is brag about strength. People who brag a lot and think they are better than anyone else are defined as assholes. Saying you have beaten the manliest men doesnt make you better than them. But saying you have beaten fools who have overestimated themselves is more wise to say." Sakura said. "My master was wise but was too loyal to the shogun. The shogun ordered him to kill me because my father was a general who left the military. But I killed him first. The school opposed me on my way out and I slaughtered them when they attacked me. I wont make the mistake my sensei did. I wont break the bond with my students as long as they dont break the bond with me."
An archer came up the hill with something in his hand. "Lord Ryashiki. A messenger of Edo tried to sneak this through the territory to the newly annexed land." The archer said. "One letter is designated for you. The other was designated to governor Kuntas father." Sakura took the letters and loudly read them: "Dear Lord of Jiroshima. We offer you to be our ally to fight and kill Sakura Ryashiki Princess of Kyushu? Please reply quickly." Sakura was confused as they wrote princess. She didnt think she would be princess. She even doubted it. Then she read the second letter: "Princess Sakura Ryashiki. Surrender now. And we will give you an honorful burial. You are wanted for multiple murder, cannibalism, theft, murder of high ranked people, the massacre of a school, dishonoring our nation and resisting arrest. We give you the option to turn yourself in or to commit honorable suicide. Signed The Shogun." Again the word princess showed up. She thought it was absurd. "Whats with this princess?" Lord Ichigo said. "Are you really a princess? And another question: Are you really a cannibal?" "Thats absurd. I highly doubt I am from any royal family in Japan. And they say I committed theft and dishonored the nation. That is not true!" Sakura said. "But the cannibal thing is true. I find the meat of my enemies to be a delight." By hearing this Kunta looked like he was going to get sick but then got a grip of himself: "Cannibal, which is disgusting, or not. Sakura is the nicest person I have ever met. As long as she doesnt kill the innocent and eat from them, I will stay her ally." "Sensei. You eat people?!" A young female student said in fear. "Was the food you alway made us for lunch people too?" "No. All I made you was fish or deer. I wont let my students eat human meat without telling them what it is." Sakura said and smiled at the student. "Now come here and give me a hug. You know me. Its alright." Sakura said kindly. The student went to Sakura and hugged her and calmed down.
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Re: Warriors of the Mist IC

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Hiro didn't know what to make of the situation. He had listened to Sakura's words and simply smiled. He was about to speak when a messenger showed up and delivered two letters to Sakura. The word Princess kept showing up which made Hiro wonder.

As he sat there looking from face to face and enjoying the expressions that where showing up, he couldn't help but notice the one called Kunta. It seemed that the thought of cannibalism freaked him out a bit and he had the look of utter disgust. Of course Hiro thought it was nasty but he was unmoved by the news and simply added it to the list of weird things he had heard on his travels.

As he listened to Sakura finish reading, he sighed and stood up, "well, Kunta right?" He said looking towards Kunta, "I noticed by your reaction to Sakura being a cannibal that you weren't too pleased, you had a sick look on your face. I expected a little more from you, but then again I just met you, you may prove yourself eventually. Yes I know I am not your sensei, why in heavens would I want to be? I only looked at your reactions and from what I saw I was somewhat appauled. You all are warriors, you are to take news without expression and without hinderance."

Hiro smirked and looked at the girl who had asked such a stupid question after hearing that Sakura was a cannibal, "child, you have a lot to learn, so she eats the flesh of her enemies, though it is disgusting, it doesn't change the fact that she is still Sakura. I must say this new news has riled my spirit, I will most definitely help you now."

He walked over to Kunta, got close to him and unsheathed his sword. He twirled it a few times threateningly and the held it out, the tip of the blade resting on Kunta's chest.

"I want to see what you are made of," Hiro said as he continued to hold the destructive pudao with one hand.
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It was lovely night--Thoughtful. Kyu, the young man escorting her, offered her a meal before the two set out. After the meal, Kyu showed her around, introduced her to various people.

Kyu finally escorted her back to her quarters. The walk back was silent. Of course Ikue had questions, but she remained quiet. The young man did the same.

Finally reaching her door, Kyu nodded, "I hope all went well, General Ikue."

Ikue nodded and offered a kind smile, "Yes, thank you."

Unsure what to do next, the two only stared at one another. Awkward, she thought. A mental shrug and Ikue turned from him to enter into her room. Kyu remained, watching her in.

The door would softly shut behind her as she made her way to her bed. She stood by the bedside and unequipped herself. Her weapons laying neatly under the pillows. Ikue undid her obi and folded it neatly at the foot of the bed. Her hakami fell around her feet as she stepped out. Her under garment -A bandaged like material which covered her chest and lower parts- would be kept on. The hakami was folded neatly as well and placed above her obi.

She crept under the sheets and laid her head upon lush pillows. Her right hand would always be kept under the pillow grasping the handle of her blade. Wanting to fully surrender to the night was no option.

After about five hours of rest, Ikue sat up in her bed and looked around. She turned, dangling her feet at the edge of the bed. Both hands reached up, --weapon free-- and a yawn would escape those full carmen lips of hers. A nice good stretch, rolling her head from left to right and up and down, before she stood. Carefully then, she began to dress herself and meet with the shinobi.
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Re: Warriors of the Mist IC

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"Heh. Ok." Kunta said pulling his sword. He then bowed and began his attack.
"Hiro will win." Sakura said to Shigure. "Kunta wasnt my student and his father didnt know how to fight wisely. This fight should go quickly." Shigure then nodded. Sakura grabbed a cooked piece of meat and sat down to enjoy the short fight.

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Re: Warriors of the Mist IC

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Hiro flipped back avoiding the downward slash from Kunta. He slid to a halt and looked at Kunta a seductive grin on his face.

"Not bad," He said being sarcastic as he dashed forward like a flash he was in front of Kunta. He thrust the hilt of his pudao towards Kunta's flat stomach.

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A low moan escaped from beneath the blood-hued layers of fabric and a large figure could be seen through it. No, not one large figure...two human shapes. A small shift brought the head of the covers down to reveal Shoku and a woman whose name he had not bothered to learn, seeing as she wandered into his room half-drunk and in the 'mood'. The shinobi rubbed his head and glanced over at his partner in the dimly lit room. The candles had melted down into barely-burning pools of wax. He found the woman to be much better looking than he had originally anticipated, considering her inebriated state a few hours ago. Soft features, pale skin, small nose, full, sultry lips and lovely round eyes, a perfect face save for the thin scar running across the width of her face across her nose. That did little to diminish her beauty though, and to Shoku it was a bonus. The man had always had a strange affinity for bodily markings. He absently ran a finger over the blade scar, affecting a light touch.

Sighing, Shoku arose from the large bed in a whisper of rustling sheets. The woman did not so much as stir so lost was she in the realm of dreams.

Heh. Sleep well. he leaned over and placed a kiss upon her forehead before moving to the door across the room, opposite from the exit. Having no clothing wasn't much of a problem in the warmth of the chamber.

A faint click could be heard as the iron passage swung open. Within was a wonderland of steel, blades and death. An armory of specialized weaponry ranging from the wakizashi to the kunai to the humma were held on metal hooks and strewn from the ceilings and walls. Sword racks also held up large cylindrical drums filled with gunpowder Shoku had learned were called cannons. A recent addition to his personal cache, he had not yet had a chance to use any of the blast-based weaponry.

Now what to use... he pondered while putting on a fresh suit of black and deep blue, an exact copy of what he had wore yesterday. Clean of course. Finally, he resigned to deciding on the date of the actual invasion. Shoku equipped his twin ninjato and supposed that would be all that was required for the day.

Ok. Time to get the general accustomed to having a shadow.

Shoku slowly closed the entrance to the small armory and passed soundlessly past the still sleeping woman. This time she shifted, but that was all. He continued past her to exit through the door to his room. Just as he was about to knock on the mercenary woman's door, Ikue opened it. She seemed ready to go and Shoku grinned at that.

"Glad you aren't lazy. Now c'mon." he gestured for her to follow, "You have a few days to kill before the attack. First things first though, you must choose a 'shadow' and assert your dominance as the leader of the other mercenaries." the pair past through a low archway after a few minutes into a bright chamber about as large as the meeting chamber, this one filled with great brazers and a multitude of weapons hanging on the walls and obstacles spread around the stone floor. Hundreds of people, mercenary and ninja alike practiced, trained and sparred. Time held was of little import when you're hundreds of feet below the sunlit ground.

"This, is your playground for the next week or so." he said indicating the dome-like room. "Ah, I didn't explain the 'shadow' thing, did I? Well, long story short, you choose a shinobi to shadow your movements in complete stealth, who only act upon your command or until your life is threatened. You can choose any Hyonma you deem worthy. Anyone you like..." his eyes drifted towards a tall woman with a sculpted core climbing a high wooden pole with great agility. "Wow...oh, yeah. Um, beat the hell out of a few of the dogs to get your bearings. train with your shadow to synchronize your movements and...that's about it. I'll be discussing battle plans if you need me."

Upon passing her Shoku gave her a playful pat on the rear.

"Play nice Ikue."

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Kunta slashed wildly after Hiro had hit him in the stomach. The pain was great but Kunta was going to be strong in front of his Sensei. He rushed Hiro, slashing here and there but making no contact.

"You're letting your rage get the best of you," Hiro said softly but Kunta wasn't listening to him. Kunta jumped into the air and came down driving his sword into the ground where Hiro once stood. Hiro smirked, "it's over Kunta," He said as he became a blur and slashed Kunta across the chest.

Kunta fell to his knees and gasped, "he's too fast," he murmured to himself as Hiro appeared behind him. Kunta slashed backwards only for his sword to meet Hiro's diamond encrusted blade causing Kunta's sword to splinter sending shockwaves down the sword into Kunta's hand.

Kunta dropped the sword and awaited death.

"Oh dear Kunta, you have to lighten up, I'm not going to kill you, however, I will be seeing you again," Hiro said softly as he bent down eye level with Kunta and smirked running a hand through his hair his hand resting on Kunta's cheek. "Sorry I wasn't more of a challenge," Kunta said as he closed his eyes, "hmmm," escaped Hiro's lips as the hilt of his sword struck Kunta in the head knocking him unconscious.

"You shall live to fight another day Kunta," Hiro said as he stood up slowly and looked down at the beautiful muscular man at his feet. He smirked and looked up at Sakura, "my dear girl I must say that I will enjoy it here........" He took another glance at Kunta, "......very much."

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Re: Warriors of the Mist IC

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Ikue eyed the area skeptically. Indeed, it was a large playground. Ikue nodded in agreement. She needed a shadow he said. A shadow? Ah damn, Ikue cursed in thoughts. She didn't want to chose a shinobi. Ikue bit her lower lip, pondering. Dammit...

As he passed to playfully pat her rear, Ikue turned fluidly and gripped the assailants' wrist. The grip was nothing threatening but a means to stop him from moving

"Does my choices include you, shinobi?" Ikue asked softly. Her amber glare would stare right into his dark ones.

"I have a problem with trusting people, but I can trust you for some fucked up reason." She hadn't mean to curse, but she honestly didn't want anyone else. There was a sense that tingled deep down about him. It was something that words couldn't explain nor did she even want to try to explain to him.

"And if I can..." A moments pause. "I choose you, but I'd like it if we can be equal. I'm not use to giving commands." She allowed her grip around his wrist to loosen, releasing her hold of the shinobi. Ikue lowered her head, breaking the gaze as if searching for words upon the floor.

Slowly, she trailed those amber hues of hers to the face of his. "If I can't, I choose no one."

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He smiled while walking off, thinking to cop a feel as he went by but a slight tug resisted his arm. Shoku turned back, a questioning look upon his face to gaze intot he intense visage of Ikue. She had caught his hand...she was pretty damned fast. Before he could ask her why though, she merely stated in a very strange voice;

"Does my choices include you, shinobi?" her voice was soft and even. Her eyes were as beutiful as they were penetrating, but his own gaze did not relent..

"I have a problem with trusting people, but I can trust you for some fucked up reason. And if I can..." a brief moment of silence flitted between the two, and for once Shoku was too stunned for a quick quip or sarcastic remark. "I choose you, but I'd like it if we can be equal. I'm not use to giving commands." the hold she had on him lightened up until fully releasing the grip. The shinobi slowly withdrew his arm and rocked back on his heels slightly, taking her measure. Her eyes recoiled from his own and she glanced at the floors for a few seconds. Still, he couldn't quite find the right words...

Slowly, haltingly the now seemingly timid woman returned to full eye contact. "If I can't, I choose no one." her words held such finality.

For what seemed like minutes Shoku just stood before her, staring at her, through her. Eventually though, the young man sighed and scratched the back of his head gingerly. His dark eyes shifted towards the floor, the walls and behind the woman, as if trying to escape her inquisitive stare. Finally, he succumbed and with a great sigh Shoku smiled and looked into her eyes.

"Was that a request or a confession of undying love?" his grin widened and he chuckled. "Juuust, joking. Sure. I'll shadow you." his tone grew serious for a moment. "But I still have a mission, and if you do choose me, you will be a critical part of it. If your answer is still yes, then good. I look forward to seeing you around the coumpound." his smile returned and a quick wink accompanied it. "And gettin' ta' know ya." his dialect was oddly western for a japanese man. Slowly and deliberately, allowing her to see every movement he lifted her hand to kiss it, hopefully she would allow such a gesture. But alas, tis is life.

"Like I said, I have some things to attend to." Shoku turned an about face and began to amble away. Over his shoulder he called to her; "Feel free to drop by my room if you're ever feelin' lonely!"

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Ikue only stared at the man. Unbelievable, she thought. No one has ever talked to her the way he did. The thought only irritated her. But, she managed to put aside her irritation and nodded as he agreed. A small smile tugged the corners of her lips but quickly disappearing.

She tilted her head in a slight confusion. This was a very odd man. A strange one. Even for a shinobi. "Thank you" She said.

He took her hand and what was about to happen seemed almost too slow. His intentions caught her off guard, immobilizing her form. It felt as if he held all his strength on that one hand because for the love of everything holy, she could not pull away.

She could only watch him with shocking eyes and blushed cheeks. With the new found acknowledgment she took her hand back but it was too late. He'd already landed a kiss upon it leaving heat in its wake. The feeling would coil around and up her arms like a slithering hot snake, giving her cheeks the ten shades of red.

Ikue gritted her teeth and idled both her hands at either sides, turning her face from in hopes that he didn't see such affect he had brought her at that moment.

"Go." She said through clenched teeth.

Finally, she turned from him and ventured down into the 'playground' in hopes to get her mind off what just happened. His last comment was avoided because if she had chosen to acknowledge it, she'd probably end up fighting him once again.

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Dead silence, was the only phrase that could give the moment in time justice. A body of nearly five hundred men and women stood in the darkness of the mega-cavern, the lower section open to provide more space to stand. Not even the breathing of a single person could be heard. Their discipline was uncanny. It had been a week since the arrival of Ikue, and all was ready for the assault on the Ryashiki Fiefdom. Every individual within the chamber was personalized in dress and armaments, and god were they armed. In the center of the chamer on the raised dias stood three figures, each bearing the air of a warrior about them.

Gotou Hyonmaru. The patron of the Hyonma ninja clan, dressed in regal finery of dark ebon and crimson silk robes. Creases and wrinkles, as well as a multitude of scars marred the old man's face, but his eyes remained youthful and unyeilding to the ravages of time. He sat cross-legged upon the throne at the very top-most portion of the dias. A long metal pole tipped with heavy lead spheres rested across his legs. He would be leading the shinobi in the attack.

To his left stood the tall, lithe form of Shoku Hyonma, leader of the strikeforce and chosen 'Kumori' of the general of the Hyonma ground forces. His mission would either prove to be the salvation of Japan, or it's damnation. Success or failure, would decide. A formal black ninja garb and scarf, comlete with four packs for ranged weaponry were attached to his belt. Twin ninjato were holstered at both sides, and a large iron tessen was strapped to the small of his back. The last item of note on his person, was a great iron cylinder spanning beyond the width of Shoku's body held across his shoulders by leather strappings. The heavy canister did little to encumber the steamborg. He was more than ready.

The final figure, standing to the right of the throne, was an imposing woman dressed in fairly plain clothing bearing a particularly long blade. Long blue-black hair and fair skin would cause her to stand out among most of the Hyonma, as they had a darker complexion and duller hair. She would be offered the chance to take any more equipment in a few minutes. This mercenary, a woman with outstanding bounties placed for her death, was to lead the Hyonma Mercenary forces in a direct assault on the Fiefdom gates. Over three-hundred trained killers were to be put under her command.

They were all ready to march.


Without a word, Gotou rapped the butt of his staff across the floor, one, twice, three and then four times, each tap holding it's own bass and cadence. The old man's wethered lips parted in a knowing smile, and his eyes drifted upwards. The gazes of many others followed his on to stair at nothing but a blank stone ceiling spotted with stalactite. Shoku was confused at first, but his scowl soon shifted into a grin to match his master's.

The faint whirr and clicks of moving machinery sounded off from high above the gathered crowd. Then nothing.

Not even a single soldier was surprised when that thin line of light appeared and spanned the entire length of the ceiling, although a few averted their eyes from the sudden shift in lighting. A soft hiss accompanied the movement of shifting stone as the great cave parted at the top, and eventually th dome was opened completely. The moon beamed across the now open grounds, the night having just begun minutes ago, highlighting the troops. Stairs branched out from all four sides of the indented area leading up to ground level. Great trees rose up in the surrounding area, creating a massive forest. Gotou arose from his seat and took a deep breath.

"Brothers, sisters, cousins and my fellow clan members. Tonight, we will decide the destiny of this great nation! General Ikue, you will march the ground forces directly to the fiefdom. The journey will take but three hours, and you will make not a sound. Understood?" the mercenaries said nothing. Gotou smiled. "Good."

He turned slightly to regard the shinobi. "You all, will be following me. Shoku, Ikue, best of luck." the old man seemed to be a young boy again, a ninja in his prime. In the next instant he, along with the entirety of the Hyonma shinobi, vanished into the night.

Shoku grinned and glanced over his shoulder to stare into Ikue's eyes. "Well, this is it. In a few hours we'll be knee-deep in enemy soldiers." his eyes returned to the silvery light of the full moon. "I'll be right behind you."

With that, the steamborg shinobi melded into the shadows of the verdant forest.

Now, was the night of venom. Vengeance.

The night, of the Hyonma.

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"I feel the wind has changed. I have a feeling that our enemy might attack today. Rally the soldiers and build defenses. If the enemy comes I cannot let them take my land. We will protect in the name of our goal." Sakura said. Then someone tipped her shoulder. She turned around. A whole battalion of samurai stood behind her. They wore the armament of the samurai from the southern islands. "Princess. We are here to serve you and protect southern Japan. We wont let Edo and their ninjas take our land. We have come with a battalion of samurai and twice as many infantrymen." The samurai leader said. Then Sakura said: "Whats with the princess?!" Then the man said: "I am your uncle Sakura. You are the Princess of Kyushu. It is your right to rule and protect southern Japan."
They began to build defenses and sent out scouts. The bowmen went in position in case of an early attack. "Uncle I want you and your men to hide behind the hills to flank them. Attack when you think the time is right. The southern samurai army left towards the to of the hills. Now the only visible army was Sakuras, which was made up of 40 samurai, 80 bowmen, 20 cavalrymen and 250 infantry.

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