It was late at night, and most of the house had gone to sleep. The silence was consuming the essence of people being around, something some might enjoy, while other might detest. Regardless, the house was silent, and it was late at night, the moon being the only light source from outside.
A lonely light was lit in the upper end room in the Tabayahi residence, a small oil lamp hanging from the wooden roof by an old thread. The room was mostly not decorated, the only kind of ornaments that it sported was a small square table and a two-tiered cherry-wood weapon rack, one long sword and one short. The short was covered in bamboo while the other had a thin, sturdy leather scabbard. The only light source in the room apart from the oil lantern over the table was the circular window, sharing a dim tone of gray coming from the moon, a light easily consumed by the burning oil. The room didn't even have anything a normal person would consider as comfortable, it was just... Floor and walls.
By the small table in the center of the room sat a lone woman, her hair flowing down her back and her eyes focused on the sensitive equipment she was holding in her hands. One small shell in form of a small pipe, and a small metal pin in the other hand, as she slowly united the small bits.
Sadly enough, cheap equipment comes with the cost of being unreliable. The pin she had been trying to place had been a splinter, and the shell was a bombshell, filled with a light-emitting powder as well as gunpowder. It wasn't the ideal thing to buy cheap.
A loud bang could be heard trough the whole house, and from the window pointing out, a short beam of white light shot out, filling the night with its rays.
The woman sitting by the table, better known as Amaya, was holding her left hand in her burning eyes, not having noticed in time that the splinter for the bomb she had been making had felt into the mixture of yellow and gray powder. She had barely managed to let go of the advanced piece of technology before it went off. It was an embarrassment, undoubtedly. The whole house would probably be woken up. The only one she truly felt sorry for was Akemi, as she would have to deal with her younger brother. The others would probably not be all too affected, though she had no doubts that some would get angry to say the least. She would simply have to explain and then take whatever punishment or whatever the house decided to put upon her.
Currently though, she only had her ears to rely on though. She would be blinded for quite the while considering how close the grenade had detonated to her, and her eyes was drowning in water from the way too bright light, and her ears hurt from the loud bang. Regardless, she was still alive, which was the most important. She was currently bent over so her hand was resting on the floor with her eyes held down to the purple cloth, covering them from any other light, as it would simply hurt. The best way to neutralize the effect was to simply cover her eyes, or so her father had told her at least.
She could already hear footsteps in the hallway and was sure that someone was coming. Damn, this would be hard to explain...
Meanwhile, on the other end of Kyoto, there was a quite different party sitting around a differently shaped table in a bigger, better lit up room. The part consisted of twelve men from Kyoto, rich business owners, Samurai families that had lost their land, you name it. On the end of the table, there was one quite well known man, simply known as Kobayashi. The men had been sitting there for four hours straight, but couldn't end at such a moment because it would mean bad luck. Kobayashi had been leading the discussion till now, though he suddenly now let the rest of the table talk.
The discussion had been mainly about how they should split the wealth killing off the entire Tabasaki family would give. A strong samurai wanted friends that could back one up when things were going dire, and that was exactly what the Kobayashi was going. The more friends, the more strength, and the more forces. Most store-owners had trained one of their sons to serve the emperor, but since nothing was going on, they could be considered as Ronin, and if there was one thing the powerhungry head of the murderous family wanted, it was more power, power to beat down all the enemies he could ever encounter.
A lonely light was lit in the upper end room in the Tabayahi residence, a small oil lamp hanging from the wooden roof by an old thread. The room was mostly not decorated, the only kind of ornaments that it sported was a small square table and a two-tiered cherry-wood weapon rack, one long sword and one short. The short was covered in bamboo while the other had a thin, sturdy leather scabbard. The only light source in the room apart from the oil lantern over the table was the circular window, sharing a dim tone of gray coming from the moon, a light easily consumed by the burning oil. The room didn't even have anything a normal person would consider as comfortable, it was just... Floor and walls.
By the small table in the center of the room sat a lone woman, her hair flowing down her back and her eyes focused on the sensitive equipment she was holding in her hands. One small shell in form of a small pipe, and a small metal pin in the other hand, as she slowly united the small bits.
Sadly enough, cheap equipment comes with the cost of being unreliable. The pin she had been trying to place had been a splinter, and the shell was a bombshell, filled with a light-emitting powder as well as gunpowder. It wasn't the ideal thing to buy cheap.
A loud bang could be heard trough the whole house, and from the window pointing out, a short beam of white light shot out, filling the night with its rays.
The woman sitting by the table, better known as Amaya, was holding her left hand in her burning eyes, not having noticed in time that the splinter for the bomb she had been making had felt into the mixture of yellow and gray powder. She had barely managed to let go of the advanced piece of technology before it went off. It was an embarrassment, undoubtedly. The whole house would probably be woken up. The only one she truly felt sorry for was Akemi, as she would have to deal with her younger brother. The others would probably not be all too affected, though she had no doubts that some would get angry to say the least. She would simply have to explain and then take whatever punishment or whatever the house decided to put upon her.
Currently though, she only had her ears to rely on though. She would be blinded for quite the while considering how close the grenade had detonated to her, and her eyes was drowning in water from the way too bright light, and her ears hurt from the loud bang. Regardless, she was still alive, which was the most important. She was currently bent over so her hand was resting on the floor with her eyes held down to the purple cloth, covering them from any other light, as it would simply hurt. The best way to neutralize the effect was to simply cover her eyes, or so her father had told her at least.
She could already hear footsteps in the hallway and was sure that someone was coming. Damn, this would be hard to explain...
Meanwhile, on the other end of Kyoto, there was a quite different party sitting around a differently shaped table in a bigger, better lit up room. The part consisted of twelve men from Kyoto, rich business owners, Samurai families that had lost their land, you name it. On the end of the table, there was one quite well known man, simply known as Kobayashi. The men had been sitting there for four hours straight, but couldn't end at such a moment because it would mean bad luck. Kobayashi had been leading the discussion till now, though he suddenly now let the rest of the table talk.
The discussion had been mainly about how they should split the wealth killing off the entire Tabasaki family would give. A strong samurai wanted friends that could back one up when things were going dire, and that was exactly what the Kobayashi was going. The more friends, the more strength, and the more forces. Most store-owners had trained one of their sons to serve the emperor, but since nothing was going on, they could be considered as Ronin, and if there was one thing the powerhungry head of the murderous family wanted, it was more power, power to beat down all the enemies he could ever encounter.