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Hime Yuki

"Come throw away your lives."

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

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"Let us laugh in this place called purgatory."
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⌈N I C K N A M EβŒ‹
Princess of the Sword ♦

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Female

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Hanyō (If this is not okay please PM me)


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Long lavenous locks the color of midnight with dips of red and streaks throughout her hair. It is voluminous, normally pinned back with a clip or two that makes it bunch together in the back and fall in neat, downward spirals. It is not unusual to see intricate hand made accessories keeping her wild hair in place. Her locks fall in uneven bangs across her forehead, the tips seemingly red in some light and in others as black as the rest of her hair. It has a silky texture that shines in the sun and seems to glow in the low light. The most common piece that keeps her hair in place is what appears to be a gold comb with etchings of Japanese Sakura. When not wearing this heirloom passed down by her Grandmother, what appears to be a large needle will poke out, with red tassels and spider lilies.

⌈E Y E SβŒ‹
Hime's eyes are very unique. They are ever changing, sometimes to reflect her outfit, other times her mood. Normally they are green, a bright, sparkling emerald color that twinkles in the low light and gets even brighter when she smiles. Depending on what she is wearing though, her eyes will change to a deep sea blue, holding as much depth as the ocean and seeming as endless as the sky. Rarely they will come off as brown, a rich velvety chocolate that when mad, instantly change to red.


⌈H E I G H TβŒ‹
5'4

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110 Ibs.

⌈P H Y S I C A LxA P P E A R A N C EβŒ‹
If you were to strip Hime of her clothes, you'd find smooth porcelain skin, unblemished in the front. Her back is where the true story is told, where the marring and scars are easily viewed on her delicate looking skin. She has survived many a fight, but this always comes with a cost. Unlike most Yakuza, Hime does not bare the markings and tattoos, seeing no reason in undergoing such a painful procedure to show your dedication. She would slay without question, kill without hesitating if the head of the household ordered her to. Hime's body is a vessel built for her job, she has long, slender ligaments that bend and stretch easily. She is lithe and seemingly made for speed, quick as a flash and light as a feather. Her chest is quite often a distraction and she uses it to her advantage, often loosening the front of her gown if she knows she is headed into a job. Hime normally wears layers, a beautiful dragon moth patterned yukata with a black and red overcoat and yellow and black stripped obi loosely tied in the front. Underneath the layers is a katana, a gleaming hand forged piece she got off of a dead police officer that now hangs proudly at her side.


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⌈Q U I R K SβŒ‹
Hanyō
♦ This is a quirk in itself considering the fact that her species is not widely accepted. Hime has to hide the fact that she is a Hanyō and so her real ears, black Kitsune ears, are hidden under her mess of hair. Her tail is most often curled around her waist and sometimes her leg. She has sharp teeth that at a first glance appear perfectly normal, but at a closer angle you can make out the spiked edges. With these traits comes heightened senses, an enhanced sense of smell, taste, touch, sight, and hearing. This does come with weaknesses though, such as belly rubs and the fact that when she yawns it almost sounds like a mew.

Paranoid
♦ Hime does not feel safe going anywhere without her sword. She is extremely paranoid about the fact that she is in the Yakuza and so Hime is always looking over her shoulder, always watching out for enemies and making sure that she is not going to be ambushed at a moment's notice. She is aware that her family is there to protect her and she is there to protect them, but they can't always be together.

Spoils of War ♦ At the end of every battle, Hime takes a little prize for herself, a treat so to speak for doing so well. Her work often goes unrecognized, although her swordsmanship is quite distinct. Hime's room is littered in trinkets and medals of sorts from past assassinations, what she considers to be missions, and other such activities.

Fire ♦ Hime is naturally attracted to it. She loves the warmth that comes off of the light, the dazzling blaze and little sparks that fire makes and how it can make a whole body defrost in seconds. She loves the power that comes with it, the enchantment of dancing flames and the smokey smell of burning wood. To Hime, there is really nothing better than curling up by the fire and taking a long, long nap. Although she rarely ever gets to indulge in such an activity.

⌈C A P A B I L I T YβŒ‹
Sword Skills ♦ From the moment she was old enough, her parents put a sword in Hime's hands. They believed a young lady should be able to defend herself in most any situation and so not only did they train her with swords but with hands and fists too. She grew up on sore muscles and bruises that ached, but never once complained since she knew what was good for her. The way of the sword became life, embodying the principles and with it the honor of being a samurai.

Ikebana ♦ Ikebana is the Japanese art of flower arrangement. It is more than simply putting flowers in a container. It is a disciplined art form in which the arrangement is a living thing where nature and humanity are brought together. It is steeped in the philosophy of developing a closeness with nature. As is true of all other arts, ikebana is creative expression within certain rules of construction. Its materials are living branches, leaves, grasses, and blossoms. Its heart is the beauty resulting from color combinations, natural shapes, graceful lines, and the meaning latent in the total form of the arrangement. Ikebana is, therefore, much more than mere floral decoration.

Fire ♦ Fox fire. It is not as strong as her Mother's, but Hime does know how to use it. A skill that once revealed to others spells their death. She only uses this ability in extreme cases as she knows the danger of revealing what she truly is. Fox fire is a special type of fire that burns anything the user sees as an enemy, it responds to the emotions of the controller and so if Hime is using fox fire and becomes enraged, the fire will grow and burn harder.

⌈N A T U R A LxA P T I T U D EβŒ‹
Enhanced Senses ♦ Before their death, her parents taught Hime how to properly use the traits that the world would constantly put her down for. Like a hound her nose can sniff out even the faintest of scents, her eyes can follow the swiftest of movements and find the most subtle shift in the landscapes before her.


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"One for sorrow.

Two for mirth.

Three for a funeral.

Four for a birth.

Five for Heaven.

Six for Hell.

Seven for the Devil himself."

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⌈D I S P O S I T I O NβŒ‹
When most people think of Hime, many words come to mind; scary, invincible, serious. The people who whisper rumors about the Princess of the Sword don't actually know Hime. They are simply mindless humans tittering about what they know and what they want to be true. In reality, Hime is a very fun person to be around. She often has an over abundance of energy that she has a hard time distributing. Quite often you can find Hime outside on the estate, scaling trees or training to use her body as a weapon. Nimble and stealthy like a fox, it is very easy for Hime to sneak up on her prey. She has a hard time staying quiet though and so quite often her position will be given away by a squeak or a creak of some sort.

Hime finds the human world to be very fascinating. She is quite often observing them, blending in to the background of market places or in busy streets packed with vendors and humans going about their business. Hime enjoys fading and observing, being able to watch without being watched herself. Most see it as odd and an unnecessarily risky habit that Hime should quit, but she can't help it. She wants to know more about those who are not herself and her natural sense of curiosity is very hard to quell. Hime is also very easily distracted and entertained. Her train of thought will often derail mid-sentence and get back on the line two days later when the topic is no longer relevant. The only time Hime can really concentrate on something is if it is a task the Yakuza Boss has given her. When Hime switches into work mode the click is instant, the sparkle in her eyes will turn sharp and any smiles will become cruel.

Unlike most women in the edo period, Hime does not collect beautiful silk kimonos or flowery hair clips. She collects spoils of war, weapons, and other little mementos that she considers medals. Her room is littered with these prizes and despite how she tries to organize them, they somehow always end up back on the floor. Sometimes she'll consider packing them into boxes, but she usually drops this notion quickly as something else will catch Hime's attention. Many compare Hime to a feline, short tempered and whose mood can change depending on the situation. Unlike other samurai, Hime loves the thrill of the fight. She is all too happy to draw her sword, to taste the blood of the enemies she has slain. The Princess of the Sword is truly an appropriate nickname.


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⌈R E M I N I S C E N C EβŒ‹
Hime was born on a freezing night early in the winter, her yokai mother giving birth in secret as her human father watched from the sidelines, clueless as to what he should do. They named her Hime, as in Princess, because she was the only product of their love. Hime's Father worked for the Yakuza, he smuggled in products and occasionally smuggled out people from the country. When the unrest between yokai and humans began, they fled to the countryside where her Father continued his business and Hime and her mother hid from the world, protected by the yakuza with the promise that if anything happened, they would take care of Hime. As parents they worried, their daughter proving to be more yokai than human at times; Hime was too curious for her own good. She would often wander off of the property, sometimes going to her neighbors house and help him in the garden. He was an older, decrepit man that believed the yokai were an essential part of their world. He thought them to be the mediators between life and death, the balance between light and darkness.

Hime's parents were incredibly over protective. They wanted their daughter to know how to fight, how to defend herself should anything happen. Her Father put a sword into her hands as soon as she could walk, instilling the way of the sword in her and with it the principles and honor. Her Mother taught Hime how to properly wield her Yokai attributes, such as fox fire and other kitsune magic. Fighting was not the only thing they made her study, Hime was taught to read and write, something other families could not always afford to teach their children.

The countryside was generally peaceful, the days passing slowly and without incident. The unrest between yokai and humans began to grow worse with each passing day, however, and soon Hime's family became the target of suspicion. Her neighbor shooed Hime away whenever she showed up, obvious unease in his expression. He warned her that it was too dangerous to be seen with her, that if she returned he would have no choice but to tell them about her family. So Hime minded her own business, when she went into the woods it was often alone and she would explore the trees and creeks in her backyard. One day after her normal expeditions, Hime returned home to find her world had exploded. Her house was aflame, her garden burning, the pond in the front yard with koi fish dried out from the fire, inside were her parents and try as she might, Hime could not save them. Out of nowhere a group of humans attacked and then suddenly her neighbor was there, defending Hime. He took the girl back to his home, sheltering the child until the Yuki family's Yakuza boss could show up. When he did arrive, he promised Hime she would find a new family with them.

And she has, for years Hime went through intense training, learning to kill without blinking, to become a harbinger of death and destruction. She hid her Yokai attributes, becoming as human as possible and blending in to the world around her. No one thought twice about her presence, she was accepted into her Boss's family with open arms and easily integrated into the household. More often than not though, Hime is not home, she is out addressing the issues her Boss has given her and Hime has yet to fail.


So begins...

Hime Yuki'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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Cicadas and crickets chirped to a tune of their own, the breeze softly blowing through the trees, rustling the leaves and shaking some from their branches. Or maybe that was due to the fact that Hime was scaling the tree. She climbed easily, appearing to have no trouble reaching the top to poke her head through the canopy, observing the rebels as they put their plans into action. Hime wanted nothing to do with the war between humans, but she had been dragged into it when they killed her parents. She wanted to live peacefully in the countryside like when she was little, but knew that the only way that was going to happen was if the unrest in the country was finally resolved.

She could hear others whispering on the ground, awaiting her return so they could keep going. The group was on their next assignment after having completed an important assignment given to them by their Boss, exporting metal to make weapons in a village to the north. Every few hours Hime would climb a tree to ensure that they were not being followed to their next destination and that the path ahead was clear. She shimmied down, wondering how much longer until they reached the town that would shelter them while they fought alongside a few other Yakuza branches. Hime had been ordered by her Boss to report there, to follow a man from this town whose face and name she had neither heard of nor seen before now and do what was necessary. As Hime touched the forest floor once more they began to walk, their footsteps so light they could not be heard. She wasn't anticipating any trouble, but just in case Hime kept one hand on her katana.

As soon as they reached Shimabara Hime felt as though something was off. There was tension in the air like electricity, charging the atmosphere with a buzz that was not pleasant on her ears. Of course Hime's real ears, black fox ones, were hidden under her mass of locks, her yokai heritage stowed away. Humans had always had a fear of the unknown, of what could possibly be more powerful than them, the yokai were no exception. Hime had watched as they mercilessly slaughtered her mother and father, the sight of their blood stained bodies forever burned into her mind.

"Yuki-Chan," Hime turned to her right, raising an eyebrow. One of her comrades and childhood friends stood beside her. When she was first taken into the household, Ai had been there, trying to cheer Hime up during a terrible time in her life. "I told you not to address me so formally when we're out." Hime replied, turning her back on him and crossing her arms. She could practically feel his eye roll, "Fine, Yuki-Sama," she flipped her hair over one shoulder, quirking an eyebrow and settling her hands on her hips. We're supposed to meet with Yuzukawa-Sama soon." Hime reminded him. She wasn't sure who Yuzukawa was, but she had been told that she had to report to him for the time being and so Hime would seek him out even if it took all night.

"I know, but I was just thinking, we should find a sake bar or something while we're here." Hime shook her head and sighed, of course he wanted a shot or two of sake. "We're not here on vacation Ai," Hime reminded him. "Besides, remember last time you got so drunk that you proposed to a tree?"

"Why can you address me formally?" He questioned, smiling despite the fact that they were supposed to be serious, they had to be on the lookout. "Because I'm your superior," her tone was dead serious, a smile not even budging from the corners of her lips. Even so, Hime was joking. Ai laughed, the sound light like a birds chirp. "Stop fooling around," Hime knocked into his shoulder, to any onlookers they would appear as though they were a normal couple, young and in love. In reality, Ai was engaged to a girl who would strengthen Ai's Father's (Hime's boss) mini empire. Besides, Hime had no plans on falling in love with a human.

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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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"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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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.