“Your might shall go down in legend!” -Sanada Nobushige
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“I did see a ‘bear’ in the corners.”
“Father, that’s Kai! She’s not a bear!”
“I guess, there is indeed so much to learn here hence the difference in my own timeline. Here isn’t so bad after all but i’ll get used to it someday.”
“Understood!” Toyohisa yelled. As much as he wants to join his uncle at the front. He needs to focus on his goal on getting Matsuda’s head first.
“Then come and get it!” Toyohisa said this as he blocks the kick with his side arm. Toyohisa backs away for a moment before going in once, this time with brute force. Since Toyohisa’s nodachi has a long reach than Matsuda’s blade as the blades clash. Toyohisa digs his heels into the ground and hopes to force Matsuda down on his knees. Not to mention, wanting to add salt to the injury, he taunts his opponent with a grin hoping to make Matsuda more angrier.
“Soon your head will be mine!” Toyohisa yelled.
“Don’t get too cocky!” Nodachi against a katana. He was struggling as he’s almost kneeling himself to the ground as not letting any banter distract him. Why was none from the Hojo helping Matsuda when overwhelmed by a young Shimazu? Of course, they’re occupied on dealing with their enemies.
“FOR THE LORD I WON’T LOSE TO A BUMPKIN!” He’ll have to use the other hand in other not to be suppressed with the nodachi’s strength as he puts his other hand to the edge. Repelled him but leaving him a vulnerable opening for Matsuda with sloppy vertical slash.
What none noticed that someone was watching on them and it was a ninja, hidden in shadows.
Only one who has attained physical Nirvana can learn this. Soft as the spring breeze, destructive as an earthquake.
Naotora appeared to be weary and to that, the copper-brunette could only assume it was due to lack of food.
Concern washed over her features. Lack of nutrition was one thing, but lack of food entirely was even worse. It wouldn’t sit well with her to leave the brunette in such a situation. This coupled with having met her on friendly terms prior helped her make up her mind. The 6th tournament had been ways away, but even so… Naotora getting involved with MIST would be a bad idea.
“Of course. Hayabusa village may help you feel comfortable because of its more familiar atmosphere.” She said simply in a somewhat quieter tone as there had been a few people around them who could perhaps hear the conversation. Naotora being safe had been a priority. It didn’t take long for Kasumi’s expression to be that of a soft smile and a gentle gaze to compliment that smile.
“Do you want to get food before we head over there, or would you rather go straight over to the village?”
Hayabusa Village? She have never heard about it but someday Naotora will find out once got there. By hearing ‘familiar atmosphere’, this somehow relates to her old life before fighting for Ieyasu Tokugawa since Warring states.
As much as its a courteous offer from the tournament veteran, something she can accept without worry.
“Yes, straight away is not a bad idea. Please guide me nicely.” Well, she may never knew what kind of people were they at that village which is only the Ii survivor find out when they get there.
Her fate is now in Kasumi’s hands.
Hearing his uncle shout, Toyohisa smiles. Good, it seems his uncle is able to get in. Sooner or later, their victory is almost at hand.
The young pup seems to recognize the face of Matsuda Yatsusato. Corners of the pup’s mouth went upwards like a devil that found his challenge.
Finally, let’s hope this Matsuda is worth a challenge.
“Hah! This nobody will take your head, Matsuda!” Toyohisa yelled. “For I, Shimazu Toyohisa will do so!” He exclaimed before charging at him with his sword. They will see why the forces of Shimazu are called devils on the battlefield.
He let out a yell before he jumps and swings his nodachi downwards on him.
“I’LL TAKE YOURS BEFORE YOU TAKE MINE!” He’s angry.
Strong but as long as Yatsusato’s morale is intact he can handle this as he blocked the nodachi’s blow which responds back with a side kick, aimed on an open body. Block timing was fine.
Kajiwara was on a struggle that how can someone so old, still in servitude? As he was supposed to attack Yoshihiro, he was sent flying preemptively with one powerful swing that he flew bit further.
“Seems you’re busy. Meet me on north while i take some soldiers to the front.” He hopes for Toyohisa to end this fight with the other officer. There were more of them everywhere in Odawara, after all. He’s on his own move to rendezvous with the others.
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Ouch, ouch, ouch. Old scars were acting up again, though extremely handsome still, the young man own scars were a result of him foolishly charging into battle and surviving. It makes his day to day life rather hard to bear. Though he does straight up after hearing a certain someone approach, her footsteps were noticable.
“Ah, hello. wonderful weather we are having.”
“Always reckless in battle, i see.” Naotora sighed at Naomasa as she noticed that his scars weren’t completely better as they act up in infection. She’s on a rescue as she prepared some medicinal stuff to cover them up.
“Don’t move too much, Tora- i mean, Naomasa. Let me help you.” Here’s hoping that he’s not stubborn because of his scars which is why the Ii woman worries.
What did exactly Naotora did after the fifth tournament?
Surviving the modernized Japan without corrupting herself from clubs. Literally counting the money she had left and carefully spending them on something important such as food.
Naotora has a home? No, she doesn’t have a home but wandering like a ronin without a sword.
With a nod, her smile remained on her facial features. She believed that the other would remain wary of the others even though she knew being overly so may not be very helpful. At the explanation that Naotora gave, her eyebrows had been raised and pulled together in concern while her hand was placed upon her upper chest.
“Have you eaten at all? She questioned while her widened eyes remained frozen open in that moment.
Kasumi knew exactly what it was that Naotora meant and the people who offered her such jobs must have known that she wasn’t adapted to the current setting that she was in. Of course, they wouldn’t believe her if they were told that she came from the Sengoku era… They had their own ideas of how she came to be the way she is. “You were correct to decline those offers… The tasks in them tend to be overtly embarrassing in nature.”
Now she can breathe at ease as she did it right.
Was Naotora eaten some food recently? She did after spending her remaining money on a ramen stand that leads her to be empty. She’s no beggar to do something a bit disgraceful. Wished if there’s a fighting tournament like DOA, she’d sign herself up to win a little cash for her survival.
“Well, yes. i have eaten ramen but now, i don’t have any money left.” Can’t blame herself from losing the match which leads her to emptiness on her pockets. Now one problem she had to deal is a place to stay. She had her experience moving and sleeping on cold dirty floor with or without a box to use as a futon.
“C-Can i stay at your place? Just for this night or something.” This oblivious samurai would pay her someday. Naotora won’t force her if Kasumi declines.
“Lady Chacha. I have brought breakfast.” delicate meals, delicate nutrition. The meals were grand and perhaps good for someone with a delicate nature. Sanada himself has brought the meal to her.
Normally, her servants supposed to give her breakfast for her own’s sake but to see him do it? This is very rare for her own eyes as she appreciated it. He really doesn’t need to do this but that won’t matter. It’s already here.
“Thank you. You can stay if you like.” Chacha seemed appreciating it somehow but she doesn’t mind him staying on her side. If the warrior needed a share or whatever, all he could do is ask.
“There…” warmth returns to his voice, his craft is done as he turns to face the ninja. Though not as sneaky as he would have thought, Sanada is grateful for the other presence because at least he had stayed during these poor times.
In his hands is a comb made from wood, cheap but… the heart counts right?
“Do you believe [insert daughter name] would like it?”
As he came out of the shadows even if it’s not as sneaky as he did, Sanada has a good eye. He looked carefully at the comb he made. Handcrafted and made by only him. Even the cheapest can be also a good memento if handed to someone.
“I’m sure she’ll like it. You worked hard on it after all, My lord.” A praise coming from him.
“Please, be quiet for a bit.” in honesty he had no opinion about this man, but rather kind of disliked the man a bit. Dragons… tsk.
“Alright then.” Sasuke had his two hands behind his head, slacking around. He is Yukimura’s ninja after all but then again, what bothers him is something left him a curiosity while Chacha was elsewhere.
Then again, he’s merely looking at him in the background.
“A BLESSED NEW YEAR FOR EVERYONE!”
Hope you won’t blow yourself up, Goemon...
“ Where have you been all this time? “
“Still familiarizing myself in this place. It’s a bit huge comparing to Odani.”
