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Chiyoko Matsumura

"Right and wrong is different for everyone. My 'right' involves protecting those dear to me. My 'wrong' is anyone or anything who would stop that."

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a character in “Boryokudan”, originally authored by Alligot, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Be a cruel person, be a kind person. It does not matter, so long as nothing comes before your family."
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Face Claim Β§ Yamato no Kami Yasuada || Touken Ranbu


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⌈N I C K N A M EβŒ‹
Chiian
♦ A nickname she hasn't heard for many years. It was a nickname mostly used by regulars at her uncle's sake den, where she was a regular presence. Of course, it was more of a childish pet name, and using it now would not fare too well with Chiyoko.

Hound
♦ A nickname that Chiyoko hates, as it's typically not used endearingly, often referring to her dogged loyalty, as well as the nature of her abilities.

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Female

⌈S P E C I E SβŒ‹
Human


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⌈H A I RβŒ‹
Black-colored, falls to the small of her back.

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Bright Blue
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5'7

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140 lb
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⌈P H Y S I C A LxA P P E A R A N C EβŒ‹
Chiyoko might be short and slight compared to westerners, but she's easily a head taller than many women in her country. She has a fit, defined form with little fat built from her constant trials and opposition, easily much stronger, faster (and heavier, because don't forget, muscle is much heavier than fat!) than one would expect, especially if all they see is the heavy cloth and armor she covers herself with. Though even with the constant exertion, she's still built like a rail, lacking feminine curves that many of her peers possess. Of course, she's just a human being. She has no superhuman strength, agility, or endurance. She is about as strong as you could reasonably expect from someone her size and fitness.


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Superstitious
● If there's a superstition you can name, Chiyoko probably believes it. Any yokai you can imagine, she will likely have some ritual or talisman to defend against. She steps with her right foot forward - never her left - unless it's the second day of the month, and never looks into a reflective surface with negative thoughts, for fear of one demon or another.

Needy
● Chiyoko is quick to attach to others, and slow to let go. She tends harbors heavy grudges, especially against those she has deemed to betray her trust or another's, and doesn't easily forgive such sins. She has an 'eye-for-an-eye' mentality, tit-for-tat. If someone does something for her, then she'll do something back, and she expects the same in reverse.

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Brawler ● Chiyoko is no samurai, nor is she nobility. As such, she's not experienced with many weapons, nor is she even allowed to own them.While relatively low-skilled, her confident, aggressive approach often overwhelms weaker or cowardly opponents. In fact, anything can and likely has been used as a weapon in her hands. A broom, a nearby sickle. She's not highly skilled or properly trained, but she's adaptable to the situation at hand.

Hunting ● Chiyoko was often tasked with finding someone or another. She became highly skilled at urban tracking, asking the right questions of the right people, reading expressions, and generally just having a good intuition on where someone would go, or be. She can also track through the wilderness, but she was never one for the outdoors, both preferring and excelling in an urban environment.

Archery[b] ● Though she prefers using her uichiganta, Chiyoko's rather skilled with a yumi, and has a keen eye for other sorts of ranged weapons.

[b]Gambler
● Years spent in a secret gambling den made Chiyoko no stranger to games of chance. And she's damn good at them. If she were a bad gambler, this would likely be a negative quirk, but she loves taking chances, risks, and going all in, because she knows that more often than not, she'll come out on top.

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Memory ● Chiyoko has a rather impressive memory. She'll never forget a face, name, anywhere she's been or anything she's heard.[/img][/left]
Strong Spirit ● Maybe it's her superstitious precautions. Maybe because of a blessing placed on her at birth. Whatever the reason, Chiyoko is not as affected by curses, magical abilities or creatures as most mortal humans are.

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"Loyalty and honor separate us from beasts. No rat would sacrifice themselves for another. No dog would handicap themselves for sake of a fair fight."
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For Chiyoko, she believes in absolute trust and loyalty to one's family, and she sees betrayal as the blackest sin. She is aggressively protective of those she values, and incredibly stubborn when it comes to her views. She places the needs of others above her own, but only because she wouldn't imagine life without them.

Chiyoko is the kind of person to get easily attached very quickly. She has a desire, a need to belong and be accepted. She is not one content in the road of the lone samurai. The longer it lasts, the stronger this attraction can grow, to the point where Chiyoko would easily commit vile misdeeds or otherwise act in a way she would never, all in fear of losing what she has built so far. She is not a cruel, or unkind person. She's a desperate, rash person who can often find her fears or worries guiding her actions, plaguing her with guilt and doubt afterwords.

Trust is among her most prized possessions. She's rare to assign it, but when she does, she trusts completely. She views the trust of another as a sacred thing, to be guarded and upheld beyond all else. She will do all she can to uphold it and does not often break her own word. She sees mercenaries and other such professions as dishonorable, due to their ever-changing allegiances, with money dictating which way the sword is pointed - yet even she acknowledges that there's likely less deception as both employer and mercenary are quite clear what motivates them.

Chiyoko tries to follow what little she knows of the old samurai code, remaining honorable, altruistic, and honest in an attempt to replicate her father. She does not look kindly upon those who would harm children, the elderly or infirm. She doesn't make idle promises, and expects others to treat promises and vows with the same reverence as she. If asked for help, she will usually provide it, either for a free, or for a fee depending on their status. She'd assist a poor farmer for no cost, but if she defends a wealthy merchant from bandits, she'd expect some sort of payment, for that's a fair exchange in her eyes.

Sometimes, Chiyoko can acknowledge how harmful her own attractions can be, yet her worst fear is not death. She fears being left alone. She has to have something, someone to fight for, or else she can't and won't fight.


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Chiyoko was orphaned as a young girl, as many often are in Japan. Her father had been one of the few remaining samurai that kept their lands and title, but this success did not last long, for he was ordered to perform hara-kiri by a Tokugawa lord for dishonorable conduct. Though he had left her little, (for the ruling family confiscated nearly everything following the bloody ritual) he had taught her much. The value of honor, loyalty, and honesty, and snitches and tidbits from the code he had sworn to uphold.

From the age of seven, she lived with an ailing uncle who owned a sake den in Edo, which, after hours, was a gambling hall. Many would assume a young girl unfit for such an environment, but both her uncle and his guards treated her well. She was often used as a lookout, for gambling was illegal, and she could quickly and sneakily alert the others if the militia happened to come by. She even helped one guard in particular collect gambling debts from time to time, asking around and snooping for the poor quarry before relaying his location to her tutor, who would swiftly (and sometimes, violently) collect any debt owed. Sometimes it was shockingly easy, as many did not expect a young girl to have such ill intentions. Other times, her life was in danger. Yet of all her childhood memories, these often stand as her favorites, for she learned much in this strange student and teacher relationship she had engaged in.

It was almost idyllic, despite the surprisingly dangerous environment she was raised in. The workers treated her like family, and she knew many of the regular clients, for she had become a mascot of sorts for her uncle's gambling den due to her rapidly-improving skill at a variety of games. She was protected, well-fed, and loved. When the Yakuza started to slowly form together under Sato's careful guidance, she found herself swept up as well, convinced both by the ideal of brotherhood and community that Sato preached, and the fact that all the family she knew had already joined.


So begins...

Chiyoko Matsumura's Story

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Prologue: The Rebels of Shimabara
December 21st, 1637
Midnight






Takehiko's critical gaze swept over the city laid out before him, shingled rooftops glinting in the moonlight, lanterns and torches scuttling through the minuscule nooks and crannies like torchbugs. Even at night, the rebels were hard at work, for they knew their insolence would not go unpunished for long. Spare wood was cut and chopped from tables and carts, made into sharp, jagged barricades that would shred the Tokugawa's cavalry. The gates were reinforced with spare steel and iron, archery nests littered the tops of old sake dens and inns. The tops of the strong stone walls surrounding Shimabara were greased and disfigured, so as to make it difficult for anyone to climb up with rope or ladder. Farming tools were forged into blades, spears, and arrows. Hands that once nurtured the earth prepared for war. All forty-thousand of them.

Takehito found it amazing that a young boy orchestrated all this. Outraged by increasing taxes and suppression in the midst of famine and poverty, Shiro Amakusa and his countrymen had banded together, pillaging and raiding the tax collectors and minor nobility. Their numbers rose from dozens, to hundreds, to several thousands. It had only happened in a few months, and Takehito could hardly name any movement that had gained so much power as quickly.

And now, it would soon end here. The Daimyo was unseated from power - Takehito now stood atop Hara castle, where the greedy noble once ruled. He had likely fled to the Emperor, and now the Tokugawa's wrath would not be far in it's arrival. He already heard tell of the Tokugawa army quickly approaching, their numbers easily over a hundred thousand.

It would be hard to beat, but not impossible. The Tokugawa clan expected untrained, unorganized peasants. Unfortunately for them, the Yakuza had previously arrived en masse - nearly two hundred members with varying skills and specializations. SMost of them were Takehito's own, the others belonged to a trio of Kyodai, Yuu, Yuzukawa, and Kimura. And for now, they all played their part. Craftsmen taught the rebels how to properly forge, fletch, barricade, and construct. Aging veterans and sage ronin passed their tactics and theory, while masters and practitioners of many kinds of martial styles and weapons did their best to instruct the most promising warriors among the rebels, in hopes that they would in turn pass on what they've learned.

They only had a few short days left before the siege would begin. He had no intention for the Yakuza to participate, so by that time, they would be long gone, deep into their shadows once more... just how he preferred it.

Of course, the most ambitious projects rarely go according to plan.

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Image"Tennō Heika..." Obsidian blue eyes were not spared even when its owner had been called. "Tokugawa-sama has already sent the army for Shimabara." The speaker took the silence as a mean to continue. It seemed that the Emperor was taken by the intricate flower-emblazoned fan. There was a period of silence and the servant decided that his presence was no longer needed. "I would now excuse my prese---" Those words were abruptly cut as the voice of the Emperor finally resonated.

"The one who gave me this gift." The said servant raised his head to gaze at the fan which the Emperor was referring to. "Yes, Tennō Heika?" The Emperor's words were faint, but it was enough to relay the heavy impressions and expectations. "Have they also gone?" The servant knew exactly to whom the Emperor refers to. "Konoe-sama and his force are already there." The Emperor gave a curt nod at that. "I see, then I should expect red flowers to bloom soon."

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Golden brown eyes narrowed both in disdain and in disappointment. Those eyes reflected the town of Shimabara. At this moment, it was the scene of peace, but everyone knew underneath the pristine glow of the moon, an inevitable collision would scatter this place into flames, just because of an incapable daimyō. The seeds were allowed to take root and this was the result, a bloodbath. But then again, it is for that reason why they are here is it not? "Shibata Fukuchō, the path is clear." His attention drifted to the one who spoke. "Good. Have the Kumichō be prepared for the assault. Inform the Sōchō and the Kyokuchō that everything is right on track. We must clean the rats before the Shogun arrives." The soldier listened intently as the Vice-Commander Shibata was not the kind to repeat himself and truly dislikes mindless mistakes especially with such an important mission handed to them.

ImageBut, he must bear a bit of a news that the vice-commander would surely be annoyed with. "At once, Fukuchō." The soldier answered while offering a salute. It was then that Shibata turned his back at the soldier and was off to make his own preparations, but he was not that far when the soldier called his attention again. "Fukuchō." He looked over his shoulder with those eyes of his indicating a sharpness that would not excuse anything. The soldier couldn't help but feel nervous. He could feel something getting stuck in his throat, but it must be said. "It's the Kyokuchō." Shibata could feel the feeling of apprehension and the distinct sensation of anger bubbling into the surface. "What about him?"

This is it... the make or break situation whether he was slaughtered on the spot, be demoted, or miraculously be spared from any dire consequences. "...He's... gone..." If it was possible for Shibata to explode into the fountain of magma, he would have. His face further scrunched into anger that the soldier couldn't help but tremble. "Find him at once!"

His voice echoed throughout the camp. Everyone knew for a fact what the cause of that. There was only one thing that could make their Shibata Fukuchō yell in such an amount of rage. It was because of the information of their commander who was as free-flowing as the wind, never bounded which was an irony in a sense. It is because their Kyokuchō, the one who stands at the top pedestal of their force was truly a contradiction of various enigmas, is after all a samurai under the servitude of the Emperor. Not only that, there was no doubt in his skill of the sword, but even with such a magnificent talent, the commander could not help but be a source of constant annoyance to his ever-stern Fukuchō. "I'll gut him and hang his corpse to dry when I get my hands on him!"

That man always does as he pleases without much thought. "Have everyone be ready for deployment now! We go at once." So much for plans and order, Shibata could not believe why he chose to follow the Kyokuchō, but he was not going to back down because of a mishap. This is a mission which will define them and he would make it a success.

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On the other hand, the Kyokuchō in question was currently enjoying a stroll through the streets of Shimabara. It was such a lovely night. It would be his regret if he did not take the chance to appreciate such thing. The cold winds coming from the north reminded him of winter and the few pink petals carried by it depicting of a late bloom were a beautiful inspiration for a painting. How relaxing, it was. This would be a perfect time to have a good taste of sake and lazily sit down under the blooming cherry blossoms, perhaps, he would do that. There was still time, yes there was always time as he would say.

That is why without a sense of falsehood or wariness, he presented himself without a hint of a disguise. even though, it is well-known to him what was going on beneath the seemingly desolate peaceful town. Why wouldn't he? It is the very reason he had come to this place. In any case, there was no denying that his appearance was noted by the sporadic people still up and about in such ungodly hours as some would say. Well, it was hard not to. He was garbed in such a fancy and eloquent set of clothes that one could not help but assume him as a noble, adding to that, his features fitted for such a category. His beautiful and elegant traits much like that of a lotus fitted for the chrysanthemum throne.

No wonder that suspicions were plenty about him for a person of such status to roam the town given the circumstances. There was also the very notable sword around his waist which relates that he was not a simpleton of an aristocrat. But as he is, it was all but a passing thing for him. He continued with his walk with such a carefree demeanor and an expression which related his enjoyment of the evening. It was then something took his attention. His walk impeded by a wooden dog toy upon the ground. He picked it up with a refinement inherent of him. This was seen by one of the roaming rebels as an opportunity to approach him to confirm the truth whether this man was a threat or a fool.

"Oi!" The man called out which was soon followed by a flutter of steps indicating a numbers greater than his. Those heterochromatic eyes of his gazed at the men now surrounding him. Those who gazed upon could not help but be in awe and be startled by his rather inhumane physicality, his eyes. "Hmm? May I help you?" He asked with an uncanny politeness undisturbed by the sight of them, armed and poised to end his life in needed. "Who are you!? What are you doing here in Shimabara? In Hara Castle!?" The question had made him blink his eyes in comprehension. He then looked around him and did notice he was in front of the castle. What a coincidence, it is. He truly did not have any directive in his walk, he was fine with wandering about. "Is that where am I? How fortunate..." The men looked at him in confusion. "Probably..." He continued on as he kept the wooden toy he had obtained.

Image"Konbanwa." His smile present on his lips as he also gave a slight bow of his head. One of the men was impatient to opt by grabbing his clothes, but he aptly dodged it by doing a simple sidestep. "The hell!" The man was now face down on the ground as the others looked at him with contempt. "Apologies, I don't intend to disgrace any of you... probably." He ended it with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He then unsheathed his sword and his expression now reflected the solemn light of the moon above. "I am a humble servant of his Tennō Heika who promised that red flowers would cover Shimabara."

It was at that point the men began to attack him, but it was useless, as the men all fell down to the ground harboring wounds, letting them bleed, but not enough to kill. "Probably..." the Kyokuchō of the newly established force known as the... "Konoe, Susumu of the Rōshigumi. you asked of my name. I would like an audience with Amakusa-dono." He stated to the one who asked him earlier with his carefree smile. "Just to talk, probably."

Susumu then walked towards the gates without much of caution. And so, the peaceful night had been pierced through as the first steps to a new destination of Japan had been taken.

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"Just what is this - this Roshigumi? Are you sure you've never heard of them before?" Amakusa's voice was sharp, almost accusing, as if Takehito himself were personally responsible for this incident.

Their footsteps were quick and hurried, echoing through the hall. Behind them followed four of the yakuza, of varying size and skill. Some were scattered about, helping to finish final preparations, or running some errand or another. Most rested in Hara castle, taking the bunks and rooms once dedicated to the palace guard.

He had roused the four behind them from their sleep, in addition to two others that he had sent ahead. Of course, Takehito had warned the child against meeting this odd samurai. It would be all too easy to have an archer or other such method prepared to end the boy's life.

"The only information I have consists of vague rumors and hearsay. I don't spend all of my time spying on the Tokugawa clan - as, if you haven't noticed, I'd prefer for my people to remain under their notice." Takehito responded, his patience waning. No matter his deeds, Amakusa was still young. He had no grounds to be making demands or orders of the Oyabun, not after everything the Yakuza's done - and will do - in order to ensure the rebellion's success.

The small group stepped out into the courtyard, with Amakusa flinching in response to the cold winds, for there were many atop of Hara castle, due both to it's elevation and it's construction. They passed through the freezing yard, through the castle's primary gates.

They would need proper sentries from now on, armed with bows and arrows. While they had a sparse few on the outer walls, Hara castle had been wide open. They'd need to increase the guard for both, especially with the Imperial army drawing near.

In the street and just within arrow-shot, stood a lone figure. His fine blue garb seemed to glow in the somber light, and he carried himself in an odd way. Fearless wasn't quite the right word for it, but it was close - and it didn't help him shake the feeling that this might be a trap, rather than a message.

Wary, Takehito stood no less than a pace away from Amakusa as they approached. First, a few dozen yards. Then, no more then a dozen. Then, even closer, just barely out of blade's length. The boy did not seem cowed, though his fearlessness was of a different caliber. It was a youthful invincibility, as if he dared the world to try and strike him down. He regarded the lone samurai ahead of him.

After a significant pause, "You jaunt into my city, maim and insult my brothers. And from what I hear, you claim to serve that foreign-bedding Emperor. Yet, despite this, you're either suicidal or brave enough to dare ask for an audience." Amakusa stated, "You don't have long. Convince me that you shouldn't be killed here. Convince me with this audience you asked for."

Power seems to be going to his head. Takehito thought, as he sized up the samurai ahead of him. With his long reach and weapon both, he felt confident enough that he could intercept this strange warrior, if they decided to try anything. And, with four of his own behind him, he knew he would come out on top. Beating three surprised peasants with a sword was no difficult feat, after all.




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"Hmm...?" Susumu has his ever pristine composure present as always. His face did not echo any resentment or any malicious intent for that matter. He was also not intimidated by the one who is called Amakusa Shirō's behavior before him. It was a natural reaction, is it not? For someone who believed himself to be the second-coming of the Christian's Jesus, this was to be expected. "I apologize if you see my actions as disconcerting. I assure you my intent was never meant to be." He politely stated with such an eloquence befitting of many assumptions as him hailing from a noble family. In regards to the commentary about the Emperor, he was not initiated into anything and remained his rather nonchalant manner. Why would he lose his bearing for a trivial matter? It was not something he should be concerned about. Other people's opinion about his Lord is not something he cared for in the beginning.

All that mattered are orders and perchance where the wind takes him.

"My audience is in regards to this uprising you have brought. The Emperor has already granted Matsukura-dono a punishment of death for misruling which alleviated the poor quality of living present in this quaint town. As it stands, there is no further need for this violent action of yours." He stated as he then casually looked around where he took notice of the guards present to ensure security of their leaders around him. "And thus, we would like a peaceful resolution for this. Amakusa-dono. After all, is it not mercy and peace, the prominent teaching of your doctrine? Probably..." He ended it with a smile which did not speak anything but of politeness and a sense of casual airiness. Then, there was the sudden sound of explosion as the houses which was his backdrop were now all shattered pieces of its former prestige.

As for him, he remained standing there without a care. He looked over his shoulder to see what was that noise about which seemed to awaken this town into a melody of panic and discord. "How rude..." Susumu noted as he was in the middle of a discussion and at the same time, people were rather peacefully sleeping. It was then he had managed to glimpse the wavering flags by the sea as the houses were now leveled to the ground. That was when he remembered what was told to him in passing. "Ah... That must be them, probably." There was no hint of supremacy in that voice of his or a sound of mockery. It was simply said as if he was discussing that the sun has risen or the moon has faded behind the clouds. He released a small sigh and gazed back at Amakusa and his group. "I humbly apologize for the interruptions." He even offered a proper bow of the head as the explosions were actually caused by a bombardment by the ships that was now also reaching that of the castle.

"I believe our conversation has been cut short. It would be lovely to have this talk again, Amakusa-dono." Without another word, Susumu was behind Amakusa. The speed presented was not of inhumane means. He was relatively given such agility partnered with his boundless training and application. It gave rise to such a speed unseen by many. His gait did not change and his features did not relay any intent which would be recognized as darkness or a passion to kill. However, the legs that Amakusa used to create an upright posture had now failed him as the tendons, precisely behind the knees had been severed with speed and deadly accuracy which says a lot of his skills by far. "Probably..." He ended and then looked at the guards and others who were taken aback by the bombardment of foreign ships which now have become a series of destructive rondo with chaos sprouting everywhere.

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There was no need any other pleasantries between him and the one who holds the rank of Sōchō. They were after all equals though, the scope of their responsibilities differ. At the same time, Shibata was already aware that the older male was present before even addressing him. He did not respond immediately upon the words of crushing this uprising. To him, it was inevitable. People will oppose once they are pushed to the brim. This was the result, but of course, such reasons do not justify their rebellion against the Emperor. As for the inquiry about the Kyokuchō, he could not help but feel the veins on his forehead pulsated in annoyance. "Nothing at all. I applaud his skills but, he cannot win against 37,000 rebels on his own." He sighed in defeat knowing that was not really the point of their Kyokuchō's wandering. It was probably completely unrelated. "In any case, we must deploy now. Who knows what our Kyokuchō would do unknowingly..."

As if on cue, the bombardment started as he looked at the town now being ravaged by cannons. The peaceful town was now thrown into chaos without much effort. His eyes trailed towards the sea where the foreign ships of the Dutch could be seen. It must be related to that Gaijin he had been seeing roaming around the Emperor's Palace. He clicked his tongue in displeasure. There was no need for their aid. This matter was among the citizens of this country. It was not a place for foreign entities to intervene. However, he will still have to abide it if this was the Emperor's will. "I believe that is our signal, Shimimoto-san." He then walked towards the awaiting force of the Rōshigumi. "We deploy now! Ride to Shimabara and destroy the rebels!" Everyone raised their voices in union and the raid finally began as they marched to the town ready to spill blood.

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For Susumu, he stood in all of his glory without any hint of blood lust or even intent of dark intentions. He was a complete contrast to the chaotic environment around him. His sword already drawn as it took the light of the moon now becoming the shade of red through the fires now consuming the town and the falling debris as the cannons continued to bombard the castle.

"Oh, the Emperor did want to have red flowers bloom in Shimabara. I would grant his will by being a gardener, though that is Kowatta-san's duty... probably." He stated in a nonchalant manner as a carefree smile was on his face.

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Character Portrait: Mikio Yuzukawa Character Portrait: Hime Yuki Character Portrait: Kowatta "The Ink Collector" Character Portrait: Chiyoko Matsumura Character Portrait: Susumu Konoe
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Takehito Sato


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Takehito had seen displays of foreign pyrotechnics. But they were small, trifling things. Toys that whirled into the air or sparkled with a bang. The loudest contraption he had seen was a savage-looking weapon that shot rocks at speeds faster than the eye could see. That one left his ears ringing for hours.

None of that compared to the noise that assaulted his senses now. Far and near, he could hear massive, earth-shaking booms. The sounds of wood splintering and stone crumbling hardly drowned out the ever-growing ruckus of fear, surprise, and agony, as the once-confident rebels found themselves under attack from an enemy they did not expect, trying to hide from an unstoppable force of destruction they've never seen before.

And so, he had failed. To Takehito's credit, the samurai was like a spectre. He moved with superhuman speed, and before anyone could react, Amakusa had his legs cut from beneath him. His cries of pain steadily mixed with the turmoil about. "Take him to the castle, all of you." He shouted above the din, "And spread the word as you go - get the others to regroup there as well. We leave tonight!"

He flinched as he heard a deafening crash, and saw a roof cave in out of the corner of his eye, and noted with dismay that an arrow - originally meant for the samurai - shattered itself against a wall a few feet to the side. One of his sentries must have been struck by the barrage.

His hands nearly slipped when he drew, a slow, careful movement that took more than a few seconds due to the immense length of Takehito's blade - being almost twice to three times as long as a normal sword. Behind him, Amakusa grew quieter as he was ferreted away.

"Mercy's not a trait I expected to see from one of the Emperor's dogs." Takehito remarked, his eyes locked onto the samurai ahead of him. He could only hope the other warrior couldn't see his apprehension. "But, I wouldn't expect a gardener to know that a habit like that gets one killed."

Then - he struck, his foot kicking from the ground behind him, muscles tensing as he brought his sword about in a wide arc, seeking to cleanly carve this Susumu into two. Above the rooftops on his left, he glimpsed motion - the remaining sentry he had sent forward, likely with an arrow drawn and ready... waiting for an opportunity.

Dealing with this irritant wouldn't take too long. Then he could focus on getting the Yakuza away from this alive.





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Chiyoko Matsumura


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Chiyoko could hear nothing. See nothing. And for a bit, she felt nothing. She began to seriously wonder if she had died, right then and there. What a way to go, struck to death by what almost seemed to be lightning.

It didn't last long. An irritating, painful ringing soon echoed in her ears. Pain shot through her side every time she tried to move, crippling her for another few seconds. And she opened her eyes, watching dancing dust and particles illuminated by the moonlight obscure her vision. She sneezed, sending another jolt of fire through her body and her skull - her injuries complaining of the sudden spasm.

Around her was a dimly-lit room. It would have been beautiful once, with finely-carved furniture and carefully set structure. But now, rubble littered the ground, and the rest of the roof threatened to topple within at any minute. Outside, she could feel the earth quiver and quake with every strike. Her hearing gradually improved - and she wished it hadn't. She'd never been a part of a siege or war before, and the sounds admittedly terrified her. The screams of pain and fear. It sounded like everything she'd worked for - everything they've worked for - was crumbling apart.

Shifting on her side, she lifted her armor up, peering under her robes. She wasn't able to see much in the darkness, but she could still clearly make out a large set of discolored blotches and bruises. And though it hurt terribly, she suspected her armor saved her from any broken ribs.

I'm going to need to get over it, she thought, rolling onto her side with a groan. It was a slow process, first propping herself up, then unsteadily standing. Her senses were still disoriented. It didn't help that the ground seemed to shake every few seconds, tremors caused by the strange weapons. What if the foreigners discovered the secret of harnessing thunder, like we did with fire? The thought terrified her. What was the point of all their effort now, when they faced a threat like this?







The town of Shimabara itself seems to shudder with every strike. What warning there was turned to be too little, too late, as a half dozen impossibly large ships ventured into Shimabara's bay. They were clearly foreign, built differently from any Japanese ship, bearing neither a warlord's banner, or that of the Emperor's. And, if that was not enough, plumes of smoke erupted from their sides as they sent their heavy iron payload into the unprepared rebel garrison. This was a weapon few had heard of, and even fewer had seen.

Towards the front of the city, warning calls went unheeded among the chaos, as the few sentries on guard noticed a small force quickly emerging from the forest, their calls of war failing to pierce of sounds of chaos within the city. Arrows began to to pelt the approaching warriors. Though they're poorly aimed and infrequent, more than one shout of pain is heard as a missile finds it's mark. Kowatta in particular can feel one tug at his sleeve. A narrow, harrowing miss.

Within the city, walls and buildings both crumble with each devastating shot. These strange weapons almost never seem to hit someone directly, but they cause plenty of casualties with the rubble and shrapnel that results. Most run through the streets looking for shelter or hiding from the siege, some can be seen fleeing through the gates in flight, and even fewer still are gathering what little arms and armor they can, unable to tear their dangerous gazes from the ships that lie in the bay - one goal clearly in mind.

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After leaving the other house, Mikio and Katsura both made their ways towards the secret camp somewhere near the outskirt of the town. The royal army is going to strike soon and now it's up to them to finish their preparation on the section they're in charge of. He, Katsura and along with twenty-five of the best of his subordinates whose abilities vary in different fields are here to ensure that the rebels can gather enough strength to stand up against the Imperial Army.

Well, there's nothing to doubt about the strengths of Mikio's subordinates though, but training normal peasants that usually do only farms everyday into veteran fighters is as hard as climbing to heaven, especially in such a short time. But if Mikio had to say, those guys really are eager to win this so they weren't that bad.

After almost a thousand of farmers, peasants, fishermen, merchants, etc have now packed themselves with heavy armors and swords and arrows, Mikio stood above all of them and began to give an encouraging toast. If talking about increasing the fighting spirits of a whole army then he is a professional. After the speech, Mikio shouted out the call of the revolution and raises his proud sword, in which the whole crowds cried and cheered in return.

With that said, the army poured out of the camp like bees out of their hives. Watching as the crowd of people marching into the city into positions that had been planned, Mikio couldn't help but sigh and wishes that things will go well in accordance to what they've spent their efforts into. But just as his otousama always says, the most ambitious of projects rarely ever go according to plan. What the daimyo and the royal family got up to their sleeves are totally beyond them.

After the last of soldiers had left the camp, Mikio sighed and went back into a tent. I wonder what the old man is up to right now... He secretly wondered as Katsura walked up to him. "Is there something troubling you? I personally think that you're plans and tactics are quite strategic. Nothing's going to happen."

Mikio turned to his lover, "Well, who knows? This is war, after all. My feelings are never wrong. All those trading with the foreigners they always up to. It never ceases to be suspicious for just about anyone. The Imperial Army is going to have a hard time against the rebels even if they were just amateur, untrained farmers. But only Gods know whether if they can counter-attack in someway or not. So all we can do is hope for the best for now."

And within just moments later, the whole ground around the camp was shaken. Surprised, both of them went out and anticipated the whole city was under siege. Noises of explosion echoed through the area. When paying more attention, Mikio could see that some sort of weapons were used. They breathed out a large substance of sorts that struck like lightning and destroy anything they hit.

I knew it... Mikio thought as the remaining of his subordinates that are present there also stood and watch the bombardment hopelessly. "Miki-sama, what should we do for now?" A man stepped up and ask.

"Otousama told us not to do anything and refrain from participating in this rebels. For now, I suppose that our camp here is quite safe since we aren't situated in the central area of Shimabara. The best we can do is stay alive until the old man give us new orders." The proud kyodai commanded his subordinates.

And just right after that, a man who's also another yakuza marched towards the camp in a rather hasty manner. He quickly entered and stood before Mikio and stayed silent for a few minutes to catch his breath, "Aren't you one of Yuu's men? What's the situation in the city right now?" Mikio questioned the moment he realized that the man was one of his colleague's underlings.

"We are suffering heavy casualties due to the attack of those weapons, Yuzukawa-sama. They've annihilated the Eastern and Southern parts of the town. There's nothing much we can do about the rebellion now..." The man reported, much to the shock of Mikio's subordinates, "I've heard that Takehito-dono had ordered everyone to gather at the castle so that we can leave within tonight. Yuu-sama and Kimura-sama are now on their way so I suggest that you and your men should also leave immediately before the obliteration reach this part of the town."

Listening to the man's words, Mikio could only let out another sigh of disappointment, "Ah, not only I didn't get a chance to move my muscles, now we have to turn our tails and run for our lives." He said before turning back to his subordinates, "You all heard what he said, let us make our ways to the castle quickly. I want each and every one of you still survive and well when we reach there. Are we clear?" He shouted.

"Roger." Katsura and the rest of the subordinates all clasped their hands to Mikio and replied. And without a moment to lose, they all packed up and began to retreat back to the castle, where the yakuza will all meet up to plan their escapade out of this alive and undetected.

It was only when they enter the city that the true test of surviving begins. There isn't a moment that the ground didn't tremble and shake violently. And along with that is the houses are starting to crumbling one by one after each strike.

This is war, and this is the consequences they have to face the moment they've stepped their feet into it.

While having to stay and avoid the attack from the weapons, Mikio and his men also have to stay away from the sight of the Imperial Army. It would be such a dread if they found out that the yakuza also has their influence in this. Luckily they've managed to elude both. It seems that fate is still on their side.

When they came across with a house that has just been struck, Mikio realized that there was someone struggling to stand and tried to escape through at the entrance. It looks like they were injured. He and his men quickly came to a halt as Mikio ran up to that person. "Oi, are you okay?" Mikio asked worriedly as now he got a chance to examine the person more carefully. It was a rather young girl. "You are... Chiyoko, right? One of the hunters working for otousama?" He asked the girl as he's just realized who she was.

Helping the girl to stand more steadily, Mikio continued, "I'm Mikio. One of the kyodai. I suppose you might have seen me here or there a couple of times, heh. We're heading for the castle under the order of the old man, but it's a little difficult under this siege, as you've seen. But there's no time. Can you walk?"