Yoritomo Raiden
Mantis Clan Mod
Mantis Clan - Shugenja - Water - Thunder - Damiyo - Not Kolat
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Post by Yoritomo Raiden on Oct 24, 2011 19:57:28 GMT -5
“I feel better Mitsouko than I have in a long while. I’m glad I got to see you again, although I hoped it would have been under better circumstances.” Sanjuro cracked a small smile as he looked at Mitsouko. Even with the world crashing down around him, civil war, or gaijin demons he didn’t care, because he was with the one person left Sanjuro knew he could trust. Sanjuro began to try to move and stopped leaning against a nearby wall instead. The exertion had caused his body to react painfully. Sanjuro looked over himself and noticed no wounds on his body. It seems Sahir had left havoc in his wake. Havok inside Sanjuro’s body that pulsed with pain every breath.
He knew that if he could survive this, he would never be the same. Sanjuro looked down at the ground and smiled. “This is my reward I suppose.” He laughed a little and then looked up at Mitsouko. “My clan are rebels, and now I am an outcaste of the Mantis. All for sake of killing this spirit or demon I do not know much of the supernatural. I could not allow this thing to get a hold of a Clan Champion even if it was a minor clan. At least the Emperor is safe from its influence.” A slight look of satisfaction was on Sanjuro’s face.
“I am wrong Mitsouko. Even with us defeating it. My body is wracked. I know I will never be of use. No one would ever entrust me with anything again anyway. Afraid of a alien influence surfacing. It made me hurt you also I could never…..I could never forgive myself for that Mitsouko.” A sad expression came over his face. “I have but one thing left to do Mitsouko, and I need your help one last time. I have to clear my family’s name and my personal honor. I will seppuku. I humbly request your aid as my second.” Sanjuro stared at Mitsouko waiting for her reply.
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Kakita Mitsouko
Crane Clan Mod
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Post by Kakita Mitsouko on Oct 24, 2011 20:37:07 GMT -5
Ohhh... Mitsouko felt her mouth dry, her heart cracking in pieces when Sanjuro’s Words finally made sense in her head. Seppuku?
She was crouched over a small pool of water where Sanjuro stood before leaning on the wall. The thin raindrops drumming in the muddy water, like little voices saying her what to do. She thought about honor, face, justice and also about betrayal, infamy and politics. No matter if a man is a hero or a bandit, what matters the most is hs power. That was the world she learned to live after Sanjuro had been missed in Three Sides River. And she knew since the beginning they were tied by the bonds of the destiny... The destiny that put them apart was the same that provided her the nemuranai Sanjuro used to defeat the gaijin demon.
Mitsouko felt his eyes upon her, and was aware of the source of this intense gaze. Deep inside something buried ws alive, and for this love she knew she would be strong.
He was right. She saw his panting breath and the shadow of a dead man in his eyes. No family, no name, no honor. Sanjuro had inherited Toku's name, he has his blood and courage. He knew what was important and he sought no personal glory, just what was right. Mitsouko raised her eyes , trying to sound as grave and honored as he deserved her to be: It would be a honor, Sanjuro-sama.
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Yoritomo Raiden
Mantis Clan Mod
Mantis Clan - Shugenja - Water - Thunder - Damiyo - Not Kolat
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Post by Yoritomo Raiden on Oct 28, 2011 12:45:33 GMT -5
They had found one of the Gardens by the water untouched from the insanity outside. Sanjuro moved very slowly into it without any help. Even towards the end his body spastic from shortwaves of pain rippling through his body didn't stop him from walking his last steps. His heart raced with the exertion of moving. He couldn't help but think how weak his body had become, or what his spirit would look like mutilated from Sahir's presence.
His mind then thought of his actions. His sacrifice of leading the Monkey, His possible marriage to Kakita Mitsouko, protecting his crew from violence, and trying to mend the rips of this civil war. He had his reasons for all. He knew once he took in Sahir, he could not return as a Champion. The havok a Champion possessed could cause was too high a risk. Keeping Sahir from reaching the Emperors chambers was the highest duty to stop.
Sanjuro wished things could have been different. He wished he could have represented himself during the courting of Mitsouko, He wished he could have kept the Monkey from getting envolved in the war, and he wished he could have been able to talk some sense into the Champions of the clans to stop this madness. He knew this was not his Rokugan, the one he had grown up in anymore. It was different. He somehow knew though Rokugan would heal, and he wished he could be there to see it.
A cool breeze rolled past his face and looking into the horizon he could see light breaking through the storm clouds in the distance. How inspiring and appropriate Sanjuro thought. He smiled passionately and laughed.
Sitting in the garden Sanjuro did all the rituals perfectly despite his body shaking lightly with exertion. He meditated clearing out the sounds of battle in the distance. He found the perfect haiku and wrote it down rolling it afterwards and handing it to Kakita Mitsouko. He looked at her with pure love and their eyes met and she knew, Sanjuro's heart and soul could be felt through that gaze.
Three cuts followed without a sound made. Looking into the horizon Sanjuro knew if he had to do this all over again he would have made the same choices as unfortunate they were because it was his duty to his Clan, his Emperor, and his Emerald Empire.
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Kakita Mitsouko
Crane Clan Mod
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Post by Kakita Mitsouko on Oct 31, 2011 17:52:47 GMT -5
Her hand trembled a little, when she unfold the paper with Sanjuro’s final haiku, half an hour later of Toku sanjuro’s death, when she finally permitted to relax her body. He resisted to the pain; he was used to it. And she didn’t listen a single sigh, and his death was sudden, just freedom of his self imposed sacrifice. When her eyes focused in the black ink signals, so fluid and sad, she found in this verse the essence of the true Toku. Through the long darkness The shining light of virtue Cuts through the dark cloudsWith a long and last glance to his serene face, Mitsouko knelt to take his wakizashi, and cleaned with a cloth its blade. So it joined the Toku ancestral sword Sanjuro had handed her before. Then she bowed once again to his memory: We will meet again, Sanjuro. I know it. She whispered. --------------------------------------------------------------------- OCC Thank you Manji for borrowing the thread the sequence of this thread, chronologically is The Flute of the Young Cranes: rokuganee.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=ic&action=display&thread=1520
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