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Mikio Yuzukawa

"Nothing will be able to stop the footsteps of the era."

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a character in “Boryokudan”, as played by chrian.

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"With this sword in my hand, I shall slash a path towards the new age."
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⌈N I C K N A M EβŒ‹
Miki-san ♦ Mikio wouldn't really mind people nicknaming, as long as they still retain a certain amount of respect for him as someone who sat at a high seat. Though he prefers everyone to just call him by this for short.

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Human


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Dark Navy

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⌈P H Y S I C A LxA P P E A R A N C EβŒ‹
Mikio is a tall man who stands at an impressive 6'1''. He has a light tan to his skin and is known for being good looking. He has a muscular build, his chest and abs visible through his bandages and kimono. His hair is short and a little chopped at the top, the rest long enough to reach a little past his pecs. Mikio has a thick fringe that covers the right side of his face, which he intentionally styled that way to hide a hidden tattoo that only revealed when he pulls his hair up, and keeps the rest tied in a ponytail. He has red eyes that seem to be quite striking to whoever looks him in the face. Mikio's entire body is covered with scars that range in all sizes, the most notable ones being on his hands and one that runs across the bridge of his nose.

About 85% of Mikio's body is covered in large, detailed tattoos. He has two sets: the first being many black markings of an intricate pattern with two kanji symbols on his shoulder and below his knee. They range from the right side of his neck, chest, thigh, calf and ankle. The second is the most important tattoo and is present on his back. It portrays beautiful, highly detailed pink, lotus flowers that reach from the top of Mikio's back to right above his tailbone.

Mikio often wears a flashy red kimono, designed with decorations such as blue leaves, blossoms and birds, along with a golden sash to hold it up. He wears black arm bands with sandals to match and white bracelets on each wrist. Underneath his kimono he wears a pair of black trousers. On his body Mikio wears a sarashi and other bandages around his forearms and calves and feet. In his hair he sports a hair accessory and bears a large black neck cover with a red tassle hanging off of it. He is almost always seen carrying his proud sword - TenryΕ«bito with him.


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♦ For some reasons, Mikio usually carried his little companion around. It is a small sparrow that has red feathers and wears a beaded necklace and getas. Mikio named the bird as 'Beni' and he loves it very much. It usually seen to landed on his shoulder most of the time and whenever Mikio is bored, he'd just sit down and confide with his little pet for hours. People might find this to be strange but they'll get used to it soon as they work with him, eventually.

Playboy
♦ True enough, due to his good-looking appearance and generous trait, Mikio poses as quite a player himself. Many women were attracted to him and the fact that he is quite a flirtatious, regardless of genders, couldn't help it either. He's quite infamous for sleeping around quite a lot and many would consider him to be a rather... indecent individual due to this. But as they always say, you couldn't really know about a person unless you spend times with them.

Eating ♦ Whether you believe it or not, Mikio's stomach and appetite is like that of a gourmet. He eats a lot and the quantity of foods he consumes every day might be shocking for a certain of people. But moreover, Mikio is rather picky with whats he eats and whats not and he's quite straightforward in this matter. So, yeah, one of the best way to win his heart is through his stomach, though just keep in mind to be a good cook first if you want to charm your ways to him.

Hidden Tattoo ♦ The first and the only hidden tattoo Mikio has on his body is the one that was carved on the left side of his face, which as stated above to be hidden away from sight thanks to his hairstyle. This tattoo is a reminder of sorts of the painful past he once has to gone through. Of course, there are secrets that Mikio wouldn't want people to find out and this is one of them. He will only reveal this to the ones who had earned his utmost of trust and loyalty.

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Koto Playing ♦ Koto, also known as the traditional zither of Japanese is something which Mikio has taken up and mastered ever since he became a yakuza. He can plays the instrument well and it is pretty much the only thing that is seemingly calm and tranquil about Mikio. He uses this as a mean of relaxation and he would often play at nights when the moon is bright and the sakura petals flying in the air. Though he prefers to be alone when immerse in the music, he wouldn't mind to have spectators either.

Swordsmanship ♦ Ever since Mikio is at a young age, he's shown to be fond of swordplay. 'Without subtlety, a sword is but an iron bar' is his motto. After the tragedy that has happened to his family struck, Mikio has managed to take up the art of swords and taught by a mentor whom he has always admired and sees as the greatest swordsman of the era. Through years of training, he has mastered kenjutsu, battojutsu and iaijutsu and inherited his mentor's family proud sword - Tenryubito. After becoming a part of the yakuza, Mikio has had even more chances to hone his skill and developed techniques of his own. All of these have proven that Mikio is indeed a formidable sword-wielder.

Hand-to-hand Combat ♦ In situations which Mikio has to relied on his strength alone without any helps from any means of weapon, his confidence will still remain unfaltering. The reason why is that besides from swordplay, he's also an expert in hand-to-hand combat. Mikio displays professional skills in martial art with adept and flexibility due to his usual training and practices. Relying on observation and patiently waiting for a good chance to counter while acting as if he's only trying to defend, Mikio is able to be on par with opponents that seemingly overpowered him.

Strategist ♦ Despite doesn't look like it, Mikio is in fact a quick-witted and intelligent man. He has a broad views of probable possibilities, both in combat and in life. This makes him become a natural strategist who can carries out wise and careful tactics which can help them to achieve their goals. But despite this, Mikio is not the one who makes all the decisions and will only giving out advice should the need ever rises, because he believes that there are always more reliable tacticians than him. Another reason is that it's not really his cup of tea.

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Resilience ♦ Ever as a small child, one of the gifts Mikio was given is his remarkable endurance. There are countless of times when he had to suffered from being beaten up badly while being outnumbered but still able to stand and put up a good fight after that. He's not the type to go down easy in combat and it's could be surprising on how long he could last on the battlefield. The fact that almost the whole of his body is covered in tattoos and scars of all sorts is the solid proof on how tough he can get.

Strong Will ♦ What makes Mikio strong isn't just by his physical strengths only. The main factor that has helped him to stand up again whenever he falls is his unbreakable will. No matter how futile things seemed to be, the last thing he would do is to show any signs of faltering and hesitated at the moment when a choice has to be made. Mikio always stands by his ideals and his ideals only. He strongly believes in what he deems as righteous and never let others to manipulate him to do their bidding. He is a man of his words and betrayal is something that he himself will never commit, even if it means to put his very life in jeopardy.


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"No matter which paths I've chosen, no matter how much blood I've to shed, I will never lose the pride of a warrior. To protect things that are important to me, I'm willing to pay any costs. Nothing will ever make me falter. But should I ever fall from grace, I shall commit seppuku to clear my sins."

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⌈D I S P O S I T I O NβŒ‹
Being a notorious yakuza member, most people would expect Mikio to be a murderous savage, someone who's cunning and doesn't hesitate to tainted his hands with the blood of innocents in order to achieve his goals. Well, they will be real shock the moment they found out that he's a total contrast of what they imagined him to be.

Mikio is a kind, generous and charitable man, who is usually seen to put up a tender smile on his face. He likes to take care of other people in needs and gets along well with everyone, or more correctly, almost everyone. Despite holding a high rank amongst the family, he treats his subordinates equally the same and would always be there should anyone needed his helps or advice. It could be implied that he acted much like a brotherly-figure, both literally and metaphorically, and is a dependable and responsible man in the eyes of those who work with him. Mikio is an energetic and very casual man, who doesn't really stress formality as a must. He's also quite a boisterous man on occasions and is always the soul of a party, who can easily stir up the atmosphere.

As mentioned above, Mikio is a rather flirty and charismatic man. He has no problems making women fall for him and sometimes even men too. Due to his easy-going and free-spirited traits, it is a habit of him to sleep around a lot. He's not the type who would willingly to be tamed by love, but once he does, Mikio is completely faithful with the person he is partnered with. Despite looking like a jagged bastard, Mikio often emitted a relax and somewhat laid-back aura. He never wanted to make others feel uncomfortable in his presence.

In combat, Mikio proves himself to be a confident fighter, who will never back down from a fight. He puts his honor, his pride, his sacrifices into the thirst of his sword while secretly wishing that victory would be his. However, a true warrior is someone who knows when to retreat and never underestimated his opponents. Follow that ideal, Mikio rarely ever loses his composure to act all aggressive and reckless on the battlefield. The safety of his comrades are his first priority and he certainly wouldn't hesitate to use himself as a shield for the others, should the need ever rises.

Overall, while being treated as an outcast by most people, Mikio is in reality a complete different from the image that they would put up in their minds for those who are like him. But in reaction, he will just laugh it off and doesn't mind what people would say about him in the slightest. He always try his best to be true to himself and everyone while leading a satisfying life with the ones who are important to him - his bosses, subordinates and his new-found loved one, by his side. Being able to enjoy such a life for now and many years more to come, what else could he possibly asked?


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Being able to live on until this day to recall the story of the past, Mikio believes that it's already a miracle. As much as he wanted to leave all that has happened behind, he knows that if it wasn't for all the agony and suffer he had to endured and being able to encounter with the people who had left big impacts to his life permanently, he wouldn't have become who he was today. He was born into a poor family, resided in what would be acknowledged as the dump of the capital. He was the only son and his mother was a loving and caring woman, but alas, his father was a total contrary, and the source of all the misery Mikio has to gone through in his childhood.

The old man was a heavy drunkard, a gambler who owed debts after debts every day, a crude, aggressive and merciless bastard. He got all the worst traits that a man could possibly get. Not a single day did he didn't lashed out and thrashed his anger upon Mikio and his mother. He could remembered that they were being slapped and hit for almost 3 times a day back then. Days after days, they were forced to do all sorts of hard works in order to get money to satisfy the old man's insatiable greed and to paid for the debts he owed. He had to experienced it all when he was only 7 years of age.

Mikio despised his so-called father and hated him to his core, so much that he thought if he ever got the chance, he'd killed him without a second thought. Those days will indeed be hell to him, if his beloved mother wasn't there. Despite also being abused herself, she loved and treasured her son more than anything in this world. After being forced to work to his bones, the only thing that he managed to find peace in is to lay inside his mother's arm, listening to her stories and falling asleep at her lullabies. He's sworn to himself that one day, he will become strong and free both of them from the grasp of his treacherous of a father. But, his promise soon tarnished into dust with his beloved mother passing away...

Mikio's father didn't show any signs of grief whatsoever over the death of his wife. He even commented that it was a burden off his shoulder to have finally got rid of her. Mikio's hatred could only be heightened every day, as the man continuously abuse him to his bones, thrashing all of his anger on his son. He even pinned him down and carved a tattoo on his face to make reminded him that 'he will never be free'. Anytime Mikio tried to escape, somehow his father was still able to find him and beat him up badly after that. Gritted his teeth, Mikio tried his best to cope with this miserable life, until the day when he's completely reached his limits.

Mikio was enduring his usual daily torture, but it was harsher than anything he once has to gone through before. His father kept hitting him, while badmouthing him and his late mother. Then, he shredded a portrait of his wife into pieces. It was the only memoir of his mother that Mikio got left. Blinded by hatred and feeling that he was unable to take it anymore, he grabbed a knife nearby and stabbed his so-called father, much to his surprises. As the man laid dead on the floor, Mikio has snapped back to his conscious while staring at the hands which were stained with blood of his in horror. He has killed his father. It was the sin that Mikio would never truly forgave himself despite how much he tried to.

After the incident, Mikio ran far away from what was once his home without ever turning his head back. For the next 3 years, he has lived a life of a petty, homeless thief in the capital. At day, he would stole foods and things he needed to live on, while at night, he would crawled at a corner in an alley to sleep. There were countless of times when he was being beaten up by gangs and shady guys. But it was truly a sheer miracle for him to survive all of that. He still lived without any directions of his life, until the day he reached 16. He was being cornered by a gang consisted of several men double-sized bigger than him. Knowing that he couldn't escape now, and that he doesn't want to turn his tail and run anymore, Mikio picked up a wooden stick nearby and imitated the moves of the swordsmen he managed to caught glimpses of frequently. Miraculously, he managed to take out all of them, much to his own surprises.

Unbeknownst to Mikio, a man wearing a hat who was seemingly a swordsman was watching the whole scene. He revealed himself to Mikio to be Shiage Takazaki, one of the most infamous swordsmen of the country. He was impressed by the way Mikio fought and offered to take him back to his dojo, where he will personally train him and raise him as his own son. Though wary at first, Mikio could sense that man's sincerity in his eyes, somethings that he has never known when having to struggle in order to survive in this capital, but he accepted Shiage as his new master and come with him to his dojo. This is the point when Mikio's life has completely turned over new leaf, where his dreams of freedom finally can be fulfilled.

Mikio trained and learned the way of the sword under the roof of the Takazaki's dojo for 5 years. He works harder than anyone else and eventually he became the best student Shiage has ever had. He has accepted that what has happened in the past now stays in the past. After the years of hard-training, Mikio decided that it is time for him to go out and see the world, which his master gladly approved and bestowed him with the proud sword of his family - the Tenryubito. Swearing to cherish the artifact his master has entrusted him forever, Mikio set out on his journey.

And then, another 3 years passed in a flash. Mikio has wandered across the whole country like a lone wolf and has managed to see what is the real face behind the lives of people under the reign of the Emperor. Desiring to make a change and open a new way towards the age of prosperity, Mikio has acted and did numerous of deeds which earned him his reputation. He defended innocent people from the grips of the corrupted officers, stealing from the rich and shared the loots with the poor, helping people who in needs on his way. Eventually, he was seen as a criminal in the eyes of those higher-ups, who wants to get rid of him, only to have him escaped from their sights all the time.

He continued to travel alone for another short period of time before coming across with the organization known as the yakuza. Impressed by his strengths and his will to bring changes to the era, Mikio was recruited into the family by the oyabun himself. Knowing that finally he has found the people who shared the same ideals as him, Mikio gladly accepted the offer and once again swear his loyalty to his new 'Father'. Together with the yakuza, Mikio continued to walk on the path that he deems righteous, never turning back, despite knowing that they were treated as the 'good-for-nothing' goons.

Now, after years under the service of the yakuza, Mikio has earned his position as a well-respected kyodai. He treats each and every one of the family as his own flesh and blood and was able to find a lover, whom he described to be 'the most beautiful blossom in the whole country' and accepts him for being who he is. Mikio is happy with his life as it is now and nothing is going to make him falter.


So begins...

Mikio Yuzukawa's Story

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Prologue: The Rebels of Shimabara
December 21st, 1637
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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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It was truly a beautiful night.

On the dark sky, the moon was bright and round, shining serenely. The stars around it could only seemingly cherished the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere it emitted. The night breeze was blowing gently, as if there wasn't a care in the world. Across the city, the leaves of the trees swinging in the same motion as the wind. Some spotted cherry blossom's petals falling down from their trees, lazily. At first sight, everyone could have thought that tonight is just a normal night like any others. But in reality, one could have never imagine what really is going on...

Somewhere, in the back ground of a medium-sized house within Shimabara, the beautiful melody of a koto was heard. It seemingly synchronizes with the motions of everything around the player. Sitting on the edge of the veranda, with the instrument placing on his lap, Mikio Yuzukawa swirling his fingers on the strings, making the music from them. His eyes were closed and it was seemingly that he was really into what he was doing right then. He was oddly calm, despite knowing what he and his gang is about to carry out. But what goods can panicking do anyway?

Takehiko-oyabun has planned everything out carefully before. As a kyodai, Mikio knows that he plays a pretty important role in this rebellion. But this is just the usual him. Calm and peaceful, and only acted when he needed to. He's sent most of his subordinates to his boss now and has specifically told each one of them what to do and made them to promise that they will be alive and well after this whole ordeal is finished with. Of course, they all bowed to him and swear with all of their honors that they will went through this together, as 'brothers'. Nonetheless, Mikio knows that they will serve the oyabun well, while all that he can do is to watch from the dark and quietly protecting them from all harms.

"Miki-sama."

The soft voice of another person who's just entered the room caught Mikio's attention as the melody came to a sudden halt. Smiling calmly, he spoke up without even turning his head back to see whoever it was, "You were a bit late."

Emerging from the darkness is a beautiful, young man with flowing black hair, enticing deep eyes and skin that is as white as snow. He was wearing a red kimino that have the similar design with Mikio, though with different decorations. One could have almost mistaken him for a woman. His breath-taking beauty is enough to make just about anyone to sway. A person who can be compared to a pretty, yet dangerous hibiscus that bloomed brightly in the night.

"I've finished all you ask. Everything is ready. Now all we have to do is to wait until Takehiko-sama makes his move." The young man said to his kyodai.

"I know, Katsura. You've always done a great job." Putting the instrument aside, Mikio then stood up and face his right-handed person, who is also his lover. "I would certainly expect that much from my little sly fox, hmm?"

Katsura smiled a little, "Didn't I say that I'm willing to stained my hands in blood for you ever since this heart has become your 'possession'?"

Chuckling at the remark, Mikio then suddenly pulled the other man into a tight embrace as he whispered into his ear, "And I would have the privilege to throw myself in front of a blade for you, wouldn't I?" Taking a sniff from Katsura's hair, Mikio inhaled all the addicting scent of his. He wishes that his peaceful moments when he can stay beside his loved one could last a little longer, but fate has destined them to fight and win this battle, so they have to focus on the task at hand first.

Letting out of the smaller man, Mikio then went to pick up his Tenryubito in the corner of the room then turned to his most trustworthy and loyal shatei, "It's time. Let us observe the turning point to a new era." Then, both of them headed off somewhere.

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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 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 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?"