The Lost Shogun

Fuijutsu

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Rina Tsubaki [11] -Violet Phantom-
Takeda Kosuke [11] "Do not stand in my way. My destiny lies at the point of a sword."
Yamato Tourshiro [11] -The white demon-
Haruda Akindo [9] "Determined Falcon"
General Hashimoto(NPC) [6] -The fearless general-
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Laddy [1]
Beta dude [1]

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He'd come out of the gambling bar (Corrected kicked out) the same as he had before, this time he lost his clothes damn it why could he never win at Pachikno! Yamato was feeling down on his luck, i mean why not look at him all he has left is the skin on his body and the sword on his waist. Enraged by this he picked up a stone and lobed it through the bars window, moments later he was found in the gutter beaten up by the police from the back.

Tss such a lousy life plus no money...he had been better off working for the emperor damn it..time to look for a real job! This times gonna be different i tell you!

That's what he kept saying to himself as he went to a bulletin board, he skimmed through all the job lists until he could find the highest price,....10 MILLION YEN! Yippe! He thought to himself the hardships over he'll go there win the tournament then bathe in sake eating some freshly sushi made in front of him oh the hard times are over time to go go go! He ran to the location of the tournament going as quick as he can, he also try ed speeding up to ignore the fact he barely had any clothes on but never mind 10 MILLION YEN IM HERE!

When he outside the entrance, he was slightly scared. The building was a rundown temple with barely the will to stand, you could tell that his building had been fire from undersiege a time ago, the building was probably older then Yamato himself...tsk..these problems.

As he started to take a step into the building, he could see faces inside it and not any pretty ones either Yokai....(Japanese term for demons) they were always in this tournament the greedy bastards, they looked the same height as him yet they had better physique tails claws you name it...damn he was at a disadvantage but no they can't beat a samurai not a samurai with this pride! Until they started to smirk at him, ...damn he had no clothes on did he....he just went int a dark corner himself and stayed quiet until the tournament had begun..Yokai weren't the only people in the temple, there was also some mean ass looking fellas scars long hair looked quiet like your local thugs or bandits...damn he just hoped he could get this tournament over and done with so he could go back to Pachikno.

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Character Portrait: Yamato Tourshiro Character Portrait: Haruda Akindo Character Portrait: Takeda Kosuke Character Portrait: Rina Tsubaki

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Rina listened to her prospective client ramble on about their life, though she had absolutely no interest in it whatsoever. Seated in the crowded restaurant, they appeared just like two friends coming in for lunch. Though the dramatic contrast between the two patrons had caught a few stares, a person wearing a hooded cloak who rarely spoke and an overzealous young man weren't the most common of combinations. Nobody dared to comment though. Just about all the patrons were there on business they'd rather keep to themselves, the relatively hidden restaurant was the perfect location for those who didn't want to be bothered.

Growing impatient with the man, she finally cut to the chase. "I don't have all day, just tell me who you want dead and pay me already." Rina had never been the patient type, and she certainly didn't plan to sit through this idiots incongruous speech. The man seemed dumbfounded by her sudden change of tone, clamming up the moment she had finished."Well? Spit it out." After giving him a moment to respond, gaining only silence in response, Rina sighed and stood up to leave. This man was obviously having second thoughts, and if he chose to go to the police after the hit because of a guilty conscience, Rina would be the one in trouble. It was much better to have crooked businessmen or wives who wanted their husbands dead for their money. Yes, they were bottom feeders, but they're the type of people who aren't capable of feeling remorse. From her experience at least.

Strutting out the door, she abandoned the man with the bill for their meal. Since he wasted her time he could pay for it, if he tried anything he would most likely be beaten to a pulp by the owner. Rina had been going there since she first came to the town, and he wasn't the most forgiving guy. He had a soft spot for his regulars though, so Rina liked him well enough.

The street outside had never been all too busy, but today it was almost vacant. Thinking nothing of it, she walked along the street as usual. It wasn't the safest of neighborhoods if you were an outsider, the residents were mostly poor and the lowlifes who would choose to prey on their fears and insecurities to make a fast buck. Many of them were skilled combatants, so it didn't come as a surprise when she saw a poster advertising a tournament. What did catch her attention was the massive prize.

10 million yen! The person organizing this must be filthy rich. Eyes wide, she stared at the poster. If I were able to get that much money just by winning some tournament, I wouldn't have to take another job for months. Rina was by no means dissatisfied with her line of work, but a little time off to travel was always nice.

Ripping the poster off the wall, she made her way to the location of the tournament. When she arrived she was rather shocked. Why would someone offering such a huge prize hold the tournament in such a rundown place? Sighing and re positioning her hood atop her head, she entered the building.

There were a few familiar faces, mostly thugs from the same part of town as her. Most of them were more bark than bite, nothing that couldn't be handled rather swiftly. There were some yokai as well, they tended to be quite tough. Rina made a mental note to watch out for them, it was more than likely the would be some of the most difficult to beat. There were eccentrics at almost every tournament, and this one was no exception. Standing in a corner was a man who's choice of clothing was minimal to say the least. Stifling a laugh, she leaned back against the wall. This looked like it'd be fun.

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Kosuke had waited outside the ruined temple all day, watching opponents arriving. Some mercenaries, some yokai, perhaps some challenges. The lure of the prize money had been too much to resist. Although it went against his better instincts, Kosuke knew that with that amount of money he could raise an army he could have only dreamed of before. Sitting leant against a tree outside the temple he had considered his options. His head, covered by a wide-primmed peasant hat, was lowered, his eyes closed in silent meditation. The kiss of the breeze against his cheek and the noises of the city seemed to fade into the background as his thoughts took over.

He had been wandering the countryside when he had heard about this tournament. He didn't know who was hosting it, or why they seemed to want every lowlife from the mountains to the sea, but the reward offered seemed very real. Curiosity more than anything else had led him here. At the very least he might find some people willing to help him in this revenge. If not, more's the pity. He had prepared his equipment as much as he could, honing his katana to an edge that felt like it could slice air. His armour was less impressive. Despite all his best efforts, the red colour had almost gone, the clan markings with it. The straps and plates were still sound, but he was still annoyed that his last links to his home and family were fading away. This tournament could be the last chance. The last chance to get something solid against his uncle. Hayate had ruled for too long already, and any further delay would see him penniless and forgotten. A true ronin.

A sharp kick brought Kosuke back to his senses. Around him stood three of the ugliest bandits he'd ever seen. He fixed them with a cold eye, barely moving. "Hey pup. This place isn't for the likes of you. Why don't you run on home to mummy?" They sniggered as they took in his youthful appearance, neglecting the scar disfiguring his face. "Why don't you give us that nice sword while you're at it mummy's boy?" One of the bandits reached for Kosuke's katana, his stinking breath permeating the air.

Before the bandit could lay a finger on the scabbard, Kosuke was on his feet, his knee colliding with the bandit's chin on the way up, resounding in a loud crack. The other two stared, stunned as their comrade collapsed to the ground in an untidy heap, Kosuke's boot on the back of his neck. Looking out from under the brim of his hat Kosuke fixed them with an icy glare again, daring them to try. Surprisingly, the thugs backed off, raising their hands and leaving the third to his fate. Casually, Kosuke stepped down hard, feeling a satisfying crack as the bandit's neck broke. His mind was made up then. He would compete.

Finally walking into the ruined temple, a hand on the hilt of his katana, he scanned the gathered fighters again, finding most of those he had watched enter. Sliding his way through the crowd he found a shaded spot, and sat with his back to the wall, his legs crossed and his head down, his face once again obscured by the wide brim of his hat. This could be fun.

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Character Portrait: General Hashimoto(NPC) Character Portrait: Yamato Tourshiro Character Portrait: Takeda Kosuke Character Portrait: Rina Tsubaki

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Already disgraced even before the battle, Yamato had a idea to get his dignity back. So he stumbled to the lost and found chest near the entrance of the tournament. The chest read ''Lost and found!'' ''Perfect...time to get some kimonos!''

Yamato dug through the chest there were a couple of broken teeth here and there some daggers bah bah....KIMONO! He picked it up and just as luck has it it also had a shirt locked into it perfect! Yamato put it on somewhere where no one saw him, after all he dropped to a new level when he showed up cover less. ''Ah, now this is a kimono worthy of my body!'' He put on the kimino, looking as sharp as needed too..

Yamato strutted back inside the waiting room with his newly found confidence, only to find that there had been a rumble tumble already and the tournament hadn't even started...''What did i get myself into...'' He looked for the culprit of the beating, looking around for some muscly built yokai that had taken them down without trying.

Instead he some of the competitors quivering at the sight of a farmer...now this can't be right.. He looked closer at the man, inspecting him with his rusted clan markings this man had obviously tried to restore his previous honor....he's a ronin.

''Didn't except one of these to show up..'' Yamato mumbled to himself, but in all reality he should've as they say money talks and it talks to every kind of person it talks to a demon all the way to flirting with that ninja in the shade. Wait ninja in the shade, ah she was the one who laughed at his expense earlier, she'll be paying for that later on in the tournament.

''ATTENTION ALL COMPETITORS, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY DOWN THE HALL INTO THE TOURNAMENT AREA!'' A large, heavy voice boomed from within the temple. Yamato made his way inside along with all the rest of the competitors, they were ordered to line up and Yamato listened without hesitation but there were some protesters that was until the man came out of the shadow to reveal himself.

''Hello, fellow brethren i am General Hashimoto and welcome to my tournament..'' He'd give the whole crowd a dodgy smile, the smile would not be as innocent as it looked you could obviously tell something was going on over here. ''Allow me to explain what's going on here, this is a tournament to see who is the strongest and those who are the strongest will get this 10 million reward.''

He lied, as a chest pulled up full of gold some bandits sprang at the sight of it, i bet they were hoping to get it at the start General hashimoto being the man he is finished them within the blink of an eye, literally it was a second before they layed on the ground covered in bruises. ''Now any questions.'' After a second he replied ''Good! LET THE TOURNAMENT COMMENCE.'' Not even letting anyone protest.

Some people had led Hashimoto to his area where he would be fighting, and just his look there were one or two Yokai there ... great...

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Character Portrait: General Hashimoto(NPC) Character Portrait: Yamato Tourshiro Character Portrait: Haruda Akindo Character Portrait: Takeda Kosuke Character Portrait: Rina Tsubaki

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The streets were calm and quiet as Haruda steadily walk along the path, keeping his determined eyes peeled for the location of this tournament that he caught word of. Word said that there's a tournament that is offering a reward of 10 million yen and that it challenges the strongest of people to compete within it's boundaries. These words have spread among the city folk like cherry blossoms petals in the wind and they interested the Determined Falcon to the point that he wishes to participant. Though not many people heard of his presence within the land nor even who he is, but that's not his purpose for joining this event.

He felt that this tournament is more than it seems, though the reward may seem to be the reason for most people to join. Yet, Haruda isn't interested in the reward as he believes there's something more to this than everyone sees. The reward may seem to be quite nice and that it could possibly provide one with enough to live off of in the years to come, but the samurai doesn't seek such luxury. What Haruda truly wants from this tournament is a purpose, so he plans to demonstrate his skills to their max potential, though it may not guarantee his victory.

As the aged samurai walked down the road within his jet black armor, he heard a lot of chatter within an area up ahead. From what Haruda can see seemed like a ruined temple surrounded by disrepaired walls that may not had been maintain in years. The walls seem to tower over him quite a bit as he approached. When he got though the gate, he noticed that a huge crowd of fighters were over the area varying from the common day thugs to the dreadful Yokai. He also noticed that there were some honorable figures among the crowd, some dressed in respectable suits of armor and others wearing nicely patterned kimonos that showed off character. It seem many of them used different types of weapons as well, but he wasn't all that concerned with most of them since some just use intimidating weapons as show.

Not long after entering within the temple's reaches, he heard an loud voice that was loud as the roar of thunder that shook some of the people within the crowd out of surprise. Haruda saw the person who stepped out from the shadows of the temple, the man who stood before many of them wore some admirable armor and he looked as if he was a influential figure who lead many in the past. His appearance and voice caught Haruda's attention who listened to his announcement then did as they were told. He followed the line of desperate fighters who made their way to the tournament area, though patiently walked behind them with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

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Character Portrait: General Hashimoto(NPC) Character Portrait: Yamato Tourshiro Character Portrait: Haruda Akindo Character Portrait: Takeda Kosuke Character Portrait: Rina Tsubaki

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Kosuke watched from his corner in the shade as the competitors milled about. On further observation some looked like worthy challenges, others, less so. One fool who had entered with no clothes at all had just returned with a borrowed kimono. Kosuke smiled to himself. He would never sink that low. He would rather die. Spotting a kunoichi who looked about his age, he watched her with interest, attempting to calculate her skills. He would let her face some of the weaker ones before fighting her. Best if she was weakened first. Lowering his head again Kosuke slipped back into his meditation, blotting out the loud sounds of the crowd and seeking his inner battle-rythm in preparation. He could never say 'find peace'. He would never be at peace till his uncle laid dead and his family was avenged.

The sudden call for the competitors brought Kosuke out of his deep state and he looked up, watching as the others filed off deeper into the temple. Waiting until last, he slowly stood up, following the others with no real haste. Coming across the lines of competitors he leant back against another wall and watched as a well armoured man took to the stage in front of them. This was the kind of man who could be useful. Kosuke had heard about General Hashimoto, and the promise of the prize money and potentially the opportunity to ask him for help made Kosuke even more determined to win. His muscles bunched and his mind seethed as he weighed up targets around him. His outward appearance remained cool, but inside he was burning to begin, his eyes blazing beneath the wide brim of his hat.

Hashimoto's order for the tournament to commence jolted Kosuke away from the wall. He slowly straightened out and removed his hat, his long hair lifting a little in the breeze. Reaching into his pack, he pulled out his helmet. This was just as faded as his armour, but the horns were still there. Strapping on the helmet he stared straight ahead, slowing his racing heart and blocking out distractions. He would fight with his all. He would win or die in this, his last chance for redemption.

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Rina tapped her fingers against her thigh as she waited, so far nothing too exciting had happened. There had been a fight outside, but it was ended swiftly. It wasn't rare for fights to happen before a tournament, mostly it was rookies who had little experience attempting to gain an advantage by ganging up on a more powerful opponent. It rarely worked though, normally they were taken out quickly. The one who was attacked was the one you should look out for, and that's exactly what Rina planned on doing. The chances of them facing each other were slim, so she'd take note of his weaponry and attack patterns when he was fighting others. It's always an advantage to know your opponents skills.

The nude man, well, formerly nude man, returned wearing a kimono. Likely borrowed from somewhere, unless he robbed someone that is. Even fully clothed Rina couldn't take him seriously, showing up to a tournament naked is something only a complete imbecile would do. He would likely strike out in the first round, a tournament like this was no place for messing around. He wasn't the only one Rina disregarded though. A man who appeared old enough to be her father walked in, at first she thought he might be lost. An old man like him couldn't possibly take on a much more agile young person. It was nothing personal, just a fact.

Rina was a bit startled by the loud voice calling them into the tournament area, but she followed anyways. When she reached the tournament area she was asked to line up. She'd much rather stick towards the back where she was less visible, but she reluctantly fell into the line, not wanting to cause trouble so early on in the tournament.

The speaker was exactly as she expected, rather large and dressed in expensive armor. He did unsettle her slightly though, his smile was the same forced almost menacing smile she had seen on her clients many times before. He was up to something, and it wasn't good. She considered leaving for a moment, but her doubts were dashed as he showed them the gold. Some foolish bandits decided to make grab for it, but the general took them down without batting an eye. Though he offered a moment for questions, he didn't give a chance for any to be asked before he called for the tournament to commence. Rina sprung backwards in an attempt to put as much distance between her and the others, it would be easier for her to win if she struck first.

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A loud cannon could be heard from a distance, obviously signalling the start of the tournament, or there was a war going on either way Yamato was prepared this time enough fooling around now's the time to play it cool. He's first opponent a Yokai, and a big one at that the Yokai resembling the Minotaur from the Greek myths quite a lot actually, but it wasen't a sweat Yamato had seen worse he once fought with a high ranked samurai from the Yagu family this wasn't a threat

. Yamato drew his blade, his blade was a very beautiful silver color, it's sheathe look very plain and was made from leather, this was to stop from anyone to take interest in it. But anyone with a fine eye or a good samurai could see that this was a well crafted Katana. Yamato went to square up with the Yokai, Yamato only reaching the chest of him was slightly disappointing but no matter he thought it wasn't all about size.

The short man in the middle gave for the signal to start the match, by putting his hand down and shouting a loud ''HOI!'' Naturally, the Minotaur looking beast swung a heavy Naginata at Yamato, but Yamato jumped back avoid the killer-blade. The minotaur went for a charge at Yamato, but Yamato's speed was simply too much for the Beast and yamato slid right through the creatures legs the plan was to tire him out and finish him. But all of a sudden the Yokai's eyes started to glow a fiery red colour, as if he had gone into some beserker rage and the Yokai swung down upon Yamato with all his might, luckily he just chopped off his kimono as Yamato had reacted before the Yokai even started to think of swinging he then went to the back of the Yokai and readied his sword the Yokai had turned around and swung the blade, but Yamato jumped on the Naginata and looked the Yokai in the face for a split second and gave him a ugly smile, he then jumped off the Naginata and gave him the Yokai a fierce blow to the chest tearing it apart, spilling blood all over his and The Yokai's face, 3 seconds later the Yokai dropped over....Dead...

The reason Yamato had such a strong blow, was because he was taught a style that encouraged you to defeat your oppoent in one blow the style being a hard one to teach it was a dojo style by the name of Ono-ha Itto-ryu a, Yamato's mentor taught him this and ever since his never bothered to learn a new one it had helped him all his life and he had no need for a other one.

The referee was unsure about the killing of the Yokai, and obviously had innocent eyes so he looked to the General if he should be allowed to continue, the general gave him a nod indicating that it's fine. After all, the General needed fighters not cowards. The whole of the group was standing looking at Yamato, as if he just finished a entire buffalo.

Yamato was never once to brag about his fighting abilities so he just went to his bench at sat down continuing on as if he had not just taken a life. The referee declared Yamato the winner of the match, and then announced there's only 4 other places left in the semi-finals in which the other groups would be joined in. Yamato sighed, he had to face even stronger opponents then before not that this Yokai was not well trained he was sloppy and slow, he relied to much on his brawn's and that's why Yamato got the better off him. He then dozed off from his group and started to watch the rest of the teams, searching for his biggest threat.

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Kosuke waited paitiently, barely hearing the cannon sounding. His eyes were fixed on the combat in front of him, but he wasn't really watching. The motions seemed fluid to him, slowed and easy to follow. The bellows of the yokai matched the cheers of the crowd, and yet seemed dull to Kosuke's ears. His attention was drawn by the sword of the yokai's opponent. Shimmering in the sunlight it was razor sharp, and looked beautiful to him. It would be a great sword to take as a trophy when he beat this man. The yokai was less impressive. Though big, its show of brute force was of little concern. Kosuke admired the man's poise and control, watching his movements closely.

The fight was impressive, but quick. The yokai's rage, rather than helping, dooming it. The blow delivered by the man was a style Kosuke had only seen once or twice before. One blow to kill a yokai. Impressive. Fighting him would be interesting, if he survived the next round that is. As the yokai's blood seeped into the sand, Kosuke noticed the man's new kimono was slashed again. This guy went through clothes like nothing else. If nothing else could be said for him, he certainly didn't spend too much time on vanities. Conscious of his fading clan markings, Kosuke stroked the one on his chest subconsciously. It wouldn't be long before it disappeared completely. He must find some paint at the next opportunity.

A call brought Kosuke out of his reverie. Looking up he locked eyes with General Hashimoto, and realised he was pointing at him. Stepping forwards to the center, Kosuke stood quietly, waiting for his opponent. Barely containing the excitement, a small shiver went through his body, ending in a slight grin that was barely noticeable. The man who stepped forwards just so happened to be one of the bandits who had accosted Kosuke outside, suddenly eager to avenge his fallen comrade, a horrific grimace on his face. The man held a nasty looking cleaver, barely a precision weapon and of no real concern.

The call to begin sounded and the man lept forwards, swinging his cleaver in a wild arc. Kosuke nimbly dodged aside, having not drawn his own weapon yet. In frustration the bandit growled and swung again, slashing at a red blur as Kosuke danced around him. Whilst recovering from a heavy swing, the bandit fell forwards into the sand as Kosuke delivered a hard kick to his rear. In peals of laughter he stood up, even more determined to carve the arrogant ronin a new smile. His flurry of blows was caught short with the ring of metal on metal. A shimmering katana had appeared between them in a flash, and stopped the cleaver in mid swing. In a quick succession of blows, Kosuke drove the bandit back till, with a horrible splintering sound, the cleaver snapped in two. The point soared into the crowd, drawing a cry of pain from whoever it hit. Unconcerned, Kosuke quickly put his leg behind the bandits and flipped him over to the floor. Standing over him with his katana poised, he looked to Hashimoto for the next step.

The general shook his head and Kosuke stepped away, turning his back on the bandit and sheathing his sword. A shame. He would have liked to kill the man. Any who got in his way usually ended up dead, but better obey the general if he wanted to win the prize money. A growl alerted Kosuke that the bandit had not yet finished. With a whirl and flash of steel, the bandit's head soared over the onlookers, even as he poised a dagger at Kosuke's back. A heavy thump sounded as the body knelt, then collapsed. Wiping his blade on his arm, a small flash of satisfaction passed Kosuke's face. He walked back to his wall as he sheathed his sword again, heart pumping with adrenaline.

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Rina cracked her knuckles as she waited for her turn to fight. The now clothed streaker was the first up to fight. Though she had had her doubts, he managed to win, making a mess of the arena with his overzealous strike in the process. Even with that, Rina wasn't all too impressed, only acknowledging his victory with a quiet scoff. He was still quite obviously irresponsible, a good fighter maybe, but she couldn't bring herself to believe someone who showed up to a tournament nude was a powerful opponent.

The next person to be called out was the man she had taken note of earlier. Perking up slightly, she watched his every move closely. He seemed rather cocky, not taking his chance to win right away, instead provoking his opponent with a kick to the rear. Only to break his weapon when the bandit attacked him again. He was skilled, an idiot could see that plain as day.

Finally, Rina was called out to fight. Her opponent, a burly man almost triple her size. From his appearance and lack of a weapon, she determined that it was more than likely he would try to win by sheer brute force. A mistake on his behalf.

When the whistle sounded, Rina didn't move a muscle. She had positioned herself in the perfect spot when she had stepped out. Back against the wall, a lackadaisical expression painted on her face. Though this confused her opponent at first, he soon realized she was mocking him. Lunging at her, she stood her ground until the last possible moment. Crouching down, Rina waited until the man was just a foot in front of her, before launching herself into the air and soaring directly over his head. Allowing the man to run himself right into the wall. Shaking that off the man made a dash for her again, to which she reacted by repeating her previous actions, but this time landing square atop his shoulders as if he were giving her a piggy back ride. Allowing him a few moments to attempt to shake her off, mostly for show though it was rather amusing to watch him squirm, to no avail. Bringing her elbow down hard onto the nape of his neck, the man paused for a moment. After a moment of being still as a statue, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, Rina letting go of him and landing in a much more graceful manner.

After receiving a nod of approval from the general, she returned to her spot. Arms crossed and a cocky grin across her lips. That was easy as pie, if the rest of the tournament went anything like this, she'd win the money for sure.

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It was the Finals. A free for all it would be, well there were only 3 people left. But word is that a Samurai name Haruda Akindo, cut killed well quartered by Yokai after he defeated one. Those damn Yokai, well he'd have to carry on without them. Before the match, Yamato needed to go to the toilet for a break. He had a small dump, whilst singing a folk song. Yamato dipped his face in the water, and only to find out when he took it out he was surrounded by Oniwanbshu ninjas. Oniwanbshu ninjas were the most loyal force to that Shogun, but they switched as soon as a rebellion started and word is they were involved in this tournament.

Yamato put his sword on his sheathe, whatever they wanted from him they certainly won't gonna get it. Besides what would they want from a man with no money, his liver? A kunai came flying right at Yamato's head, but it wasn't aimed for his head luckily. The Ninja threw it as a warning shoot, Yamato looked to the left where it had snagged his kimino into the wall. The Kunai was oozing with some kind of chemical.

''Better not get hit by one of those.'' Yamato mumbled to himself, before ripping his shoulder away from the Kunai. These bastards want a fight, he'll give them one. Yamato unsheathed his sword, and swung at one of them only to realize the Ninja had already hopped behind him. The Ninja gave him a swift kick to the head, knocking Yamato over into the sink. The other 2 ninja both threw Kunai's at Yamato, but he cut them away with his sword. Well most of them as he got hit with one it the leg. The strange liquid started to ooze inside his leg, he could feel it and what else he could feel was more energy like it was a stimulation drug.

Yamato started to take out one of the ninjas, giving him a nasty wound to the shoulder by slashing into it. Yamato then jumped off the sink, and kicked the other ninja in the jaw almost breaking it. The last one was obviously more skilled, he was the one who threw a kunai at his head earlier if he had a chance he was to take it now. Yamato ran at the ninja, with his sword by his side ready to deliver a devasting attack.

''SPECIAL DELIV-'' All of a sudden the sky went queezy, and Yamato's vision blurred. He closed his eyes, and opened them again very slowly, he could see the ninja getting out a bag to put him inside. He had to get up, but there was no way he was drugged and paralyzed. He closed his eyes one last time, only to awaken to General Hashimoto.

The general had a grin on his face as if he had accomplished something, this damn General what was he up to..Yamato tried to get up, but he was tied down to a chair unable to move Yamato tried to speak but again his mouth was tied. The General grabbed a chair and spun it around, then sat on it. He looked at Yamato for a moment then said

''Welcome, Yamato to the Generals castle home of the free.'' Yamato tried to mumble, home of the free as he was tied up.
''As sorry about that inconvenience, we didn't want you to escape now.''
''Well i must go see the other 2 contestants, they've also been captured by my other 2 elite forces, The Shingsemgumi a elite force of samurai, and the Kokushibyō a yokai force made up of 2 warriors. Good luck, you'll all be meeting very soon.''
''Wait what's goi-'' Yamato had been drugged once again, and fell into a deep snooze damn he'd just have to wait and see what happened.

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"Always been a fan of the punkish style. Nice to finally meet a guy who's killing it."

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γ€Œ He's heard of the guy a couple times. Blond hair, punkish attitude piercings to go along with it. He seems like a misunderstood man who Albert would like to converse with. He believes maybe there's something more than the eye can see to the guy. He's certainly one of the people on the list to be ''cool'' with.」

ImageImageImageM I R I A M _P O L O S K I A
"Short temper short stature, it's people like that I feel I have to deal with the most."

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γ€Œ Mimi is a complete opposite to Albert's every trait. She's hot headed, loud and short naturally her and Albert aren't destined to get along. But Albert feels as if he has to show her up, because in a way Mimi reminds him of his past naive self, in order to better himself. Maybe it's bad on his part to feel that way, but such is life. Unlike the others, Albert's made it his mission to take her down a few blocks. 」

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"Got huge respect for the guy, accepted into a prestigious academy like this with no powers? Just shows how hard people are willing to work."

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γ€Œ Albert has never really had a one on one talk with Emory, and as such knows nearly nothing about him. Except what everyone else knows generally, really capable fighter who was good enough to make it into the academy. He's got a completely neutral relationship with the guy, but again acknowledges him greatly. 」

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"Rika? Oh, Rika's great she's fluent with the sword and graceful in the way she speaks. A real champ.

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γ€ŒAlbert sees Rika in a good limelight, and even better in the ring. Albert's sparring sessions with her are always quite enjoyable, he sees her as a rose with thorns. Though they aren't really close, he hopefully hopes to build on that as he enjoys her company very much. Albert feels that he can somewhat relate to Rika because of their upbringings, and a person with problems is a person of interest too Albert」

ImageImageImageA L B E R T _V O N _S T R A T E N
" strive to be a hero of justice, but each time I lose it I feel as if I'm more of a villain of destruction."

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γ€Œ Albert is constantly at war himself. He's a confused young man who can't bring himself to accept his own self. The man will hide behind a mirror of false smiles but deep down he's deeply confused about his own identity. By becoming a hero of the academy, Albert hopes to find himself and along the way help civilians. He thinks of this desire quite selfish because deep down he is doing this for himself and not for the title of 'hero.' 」

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"Seishiro is something diffferent, i can feel it."

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γ€ŒAlbert thinks of Seishiro as a person with his head in the clouds. He believes that Seishiro himself is a great guy and a very interesting conversation. But he feels that Seishiro is on a different plane to the rest of the people in the academy he remains detached from any social pleasures and instead focuses on the Academy which he finds quite admirable. . 」

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''Please don't sue Kae, she doesn't realise what she's doing.''

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"Short sentence describe relationship."

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