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Gekokujo, A Tale of Strangers

It is the Sengoku Jidai, the Age of the Country at War. Across the land of Nippon mighty warriors called Samurai clash back and forth for control of the most powerful seat in the kingdom: the title of Shogun. The rulers of these might clans follow the teachings of the Jōei Code, the social rules that govern the economy and the flow of power between the Emperor and the Shogunate. They lived a violent, and often short, lifespan and train themselves to master the Way of the Warrior; Bushido. These Samurai are born into a time where war and violence govern most aspects of life and whose skills define the distance one may rise within the society. Their mighty Armies clash across the island, laying waste to village and city alike, killing thousands in their bid for power.

But now that order has changed, and new men have risen to challenge the order of their time. Men once considered commoners now rise from the ashes and become valiant warriors of their own. No longer does one have to be Samurai to carry a Katana; the symbol of the Warrior. Deep in this conflict is you, the stranger from an outside village that is simply on his way to whatever objective he has to reach. You come into this deepening tale as you walk into the village of Ono, a small village outside of Ichijodani in the central Echizen Province. Let the Adventure Begin!

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Yaganimoto Gonnosuke jumped from the tall tree branch down onto the rock; letting his momentum carry him into a roll. He sprinted off towards the small him in front of him, intent on regaining the lost ground that he had been trying to make up. He remember the words of the Ji-samurai that had given him the mission he currently pursued. “Kare wa shinde iru ka, ikite maja jisan(Bring him to me dead or alive),” with the most intense face Yaganimoto had ever seen. Clearly if the dedication to catching this particular criminal wasn’t enough the purse of ringing Ryo had definitely convinced the poor hunter. While Gonnosuke had never liked money, he realized the advantage of being able to afford the smiths repair of his beloved yari, or the finely made arrows he occasionally bought in Azuchi Castle back near his hometown. ‘No time to think of this, I must catch him before he makes it to the village ahead,’ he thought as he raced on.

He looked up in time to see a patched road ahead….and his quarry on the ground. Quietly sliding his bow out he slotted an arrow and approached; weapon drawn. As he did a man standing across from the slumped criminal looked up in his direction. “Sore wa dailobudesuga, kokode shika sonzaina yujin sa(It is alright, there only friend here now).” Gonnosuke inched forward till he could get a better eye on the man across the road. Besides being unusually tall he was well built, and had a strong upper body. He also noticed his age, the lines creasing the mans face, and the age old experienced look of a warrior in his eyes.

“Anata dare (Who are you),” Gonnosuke yelled back. The man cocked his head and smiled, “Why I am Hiroshi, and you are boring me from behind that tree.”

Meanwhile on the outskirts of the village of Ono, near Ichijodani in the Echizen province of Japan, a man stumbles down the road with a jug of sake in his hand. He wears silk clothes and enjoys the sandles that keep his feet cool in the hot sun. His trusty wshizaki hangs loosely from the fabric belt around his waist. As he walks we notices two men, one a few feet behind the other, walking down the road towards him. Thinking he will be smart with these travelers he approaches the first one and calls out. “Baka, baka, baka. Anata wa, o shiri no yo ni mieru. Tabun! Anata wa yoriyoi-fuku o konyu suru hitsuyo ga arimasu(You look like a ass. Maybe you should buy better clothes.” Even while laughing at him the first stranger continues to walk down the road oblivious of what he had just said to him.

“What are you to cowardly to even take an insult. What an idiot.” The man goes to pull his sword when suddenly he feels the cold sting of a metal blade on his neck. Slowly turning his face lights up in surprised to find the second traveler had crossed the distance to him and had drawn his sword in mere seconds. “I ask that you not make insults so lightly friend, you may find that your death is waiting for you soon.” Daichi Shinmen looked down his blade at the drunken fool who had just harassed the traveler in front of him. He was unhappy with this man, having enjoyed the peaceful trip with the random stranger who had not even introduced himself.

For his own part the other traveler kept walking strait ahead and into the town. Ashikai Miyamoto had no intention of acknowledging either of these men; as his mind was focused on something else. Something he had hunted down to this very village and was intent on finding; damned or not.



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Yaganimoto Gonnosuke inspected the man ahead of him.

The man looked friendly enough for the state he found him to although he realized he should approach with caution. While the arrow was ready to be fired he understood that there was no reason to be offensive, yet at least, since the man didn't seem to move with any aggressiveness. He could glimpse the pouch of gunpowder in the man's clothes so he knew that he could retaliate from range while the bo Hiroshi carried would not make him easy to fight in close combat. Thus, Gonnosuke decided to try and approach him in a friendly way just as he had approached so many more. He took one step closer, rising from his crouched stance since the man had spotted him already and did his best to sound friendly:

"I am Yaganimoto Gonnosuke and its good to see a friendly traveler in these places. What brings you here and how did you end up fighting this man?"

Waiting for a response he didn't dare to lower his bow, he was experienced in such instances and it would not be the first time a seemingly cheerful fellow would try to attack him while traveling. Not a week ago while he was out hunting for a merchant did he encounter a traveler who helped him set up a campfire and kept him company only to realize he was a vile ronin who only valued the company of a stranger's purse and weapons, and ended up with the company of an arrow between his eyes. He was tired from chasing the criminal in a fast pace and would want nothing more than to sit back with a friendly face and cook the green pheasant he had shot down earlier(the carcass still hiding tied from the back of his belt) but he knew this was no time for carelessness.
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Hiroshi had hunted this man for months now, relentlessly tracking him down, looking for any clues to his whereabouts. The man he was looking for was a notorious bandit, who had murdered more than a dozen innocent villagers. After long days of carefully following his target's footsteps he finally found him. In a few moments, his quarry was lying in front of him, completely unconscious from a swift strike to the jaw. As Hiroshi was about to finish the bandit off, he noticed someone else was there. Someone pointing a bow straight at him. They exchanged a few words, with Hiroshi giving out his name to the man with the bow.

"I am Yaganimoto Gonnosuke and its good to see a friendly traveler in these places. What brings you here and how did you end up fighting this man?"

The man didn't seem like he was going to lower his bow, so Hiroshi took off his straw hat and smiled at the man. "He attacked me, so I simply defended myself. Now would you mind lowering the bow before one of us gets hurt?". Hiroshi lowered his hat to the ground and lifted his hands into the air to show that he was not a threat "As I said earlier, there are only friends here"
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There seemed to be some sort of quarrel going on near him, but he wasn't interested in that for the moment: all his years of travel had taught him that if there was any sort of trouble, the best course of action was to always be as inconspicuous as possible if the choice to do so was available.
That wasn't why he was here anyway: he had heard a rumor about what had happened many seasons ago, when his Daimyo had been murdered. He still had no idea about who the culprit was, and he wanted to finally have closure, so any clue about that was absolutely worth investigating.
He wanted to talk to a man in particular: the man who had served them sake that grim night.
After the Daimyo had been killed, the servant was nowhere to be found.
When the rumor of this myserious man's disappearance spread through a city he was in, Ashikai decided to track him down.
He didn't like making assumptions, so he wasn't going to automatically condemn him: but he wanted the truth, no matter the cost.
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Another day on the road, another village to stumble upon... Daichi sighed as he walked down the path, near a stranger who seemed reserved, or perhaps he was focusing on the task at hand. What that was, Daichi could only guess, as the two men, both ronin, had not spoken a word for several miles.



Daichi could smell the man before he could hear his drunken footsteps, though he could not see him until he and his impromptu travelling partner reached a clearing. “You look like an ass. Maybe you should buy better clothes.” A man dressed in silk spat the insults, drinking from a jug of sake as he did. The man was a fool, Daichi thought. As the drunkard took another swig, Daichi was already sprinting across the clearing, his right hand on the hilt of his katana. “What are you too cowardly to even take an insult. What an idiot.” The man tried to pull his sword, a wakizashi, but Daichi was too fast, blade already on his neck. “I ask that you not make insults so lightly friend, you may find that your death is waiting for you soon.” The drunkard’s knees were shaking, visibly terrified.

“Tell me, swine, what gives you the right to hurl insults at strangers on the road? Who are you?” The man closed his eyes as Daichi raised his voice, recoiling as if he was about to be struck. Daichi held himself back from laughing, keeping a stern tone. “There are dangerous men roaming these roads, or so I have heard.” The man was trembling uncontrollably now. Daichi had replaced his katana into its sheath, though the drunkard likely though he was about to lose his head. Daichi finished, “you should really watch what you say, you may lose your head!” Daichi’s final word was punctuated with the sound of shattering pottery, as he smashed the man’s jug of sake with a precise jab of his weapon’s sheath.

The drunkard slumped to the ground, likely in shock, though not dead as Daichi checked for a pulse. Seeing that he was incapacitated, and having more pressing issues at hand, Daichi returned to the road, running to catch up with the other traveler.

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"He attacked me, so I simply defended myself. Now would you mind lowering the bow before one of us gets hurt? As I said earlier, there are only friends here." He tall man in the lowered the Straw Hat to the ground and raised his hands into the air to show he was unarmed and had no intention of fighting with Gonnosuke. He still eyed the man with a sense of caution, not yet fully understanding certain aspects of the situation he faced. This man had defended himself, but why had an escaped convict attacked a random stranger when he knew he was closely being pursued? Why would this stranger suddenly engaged with this man when he could easily keep out of harms reach?

These questions would have to wait as Gonnosuke noticed armed men running up the road; yelling at Hiroshi. The had yet to notice him, this was good, and Gonnosuke decided to stayed behind the tree as the men approached the man in the road.

For his part Hiroshi couldn’t understand why the man was still behind the tree. He had put a hand in the air to signal peace, and had even taken off his hat so that the man could read the intentions on his face. Yet the man peered out at him, clear holding his weapon with every intention of a man who has distrust in his heart. ‘Odd fellow,’ thought Hiroshi,‘…perhaps if I just go on my way…..’

It was then that he realized that a group of armed men were approaching him; yelling to get his attention. He noted the group, 5 men all with swords and one with a bow across his back with a wakizashi, seemed interested in the man on the road.

“Hey you, explain why this man is dead and your blade is bloodied?” Hiroshi looked at the man, and smiled his ever so crooked grin. “Well you see…………………

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Meanwhile on the opposite side of the village the quiet man known as Ashikai had made his way into the village and had gone towards to public Sake bar that stood in the center of the town on the village green. Taking a seat for himself he order a few rounds of sake;’ of which the bitter liquid left a nasty after-taste in his throat. Finally he turned to the Nihonshu (Sake Bartender) and beckoned him over for another round.

“I’m looking for a person, someone who might have passed through here within the last day or two. This man would have the look of a killer in his eyes, with an auspicious air around him. Have you seen such a man?”

The bartender turned,” I have not seen anyone that fits your description that has passed through here. We recently had the local Magistrate stop by, he is over in the yado down the road with his attendants. Perhaps you should start there?” With a nod and a turn Ashikai was about to leave when the man sitting on his right grabbed his shoulder. Ashikai flexed but felt no intention in the soft grip on his shoulder.

“I do not know whom you seek stranger, but the local Guard was called up the road a few minutes ago. Seems a suspicious person attacked a traveler and was killed, maybe this you should look into; hmmm?” With that the man turned back to his drinks. Ashikai sat in thought, not noticing the man standing behind the corner of a nearbye house; eyeing him suspiciously.

Back on the road Daichi had finished with his new drunken friend and left him crying in the road for another bottle of Sake. He ran to catch the traveler whom had intrigued him so much during his travels but the man had disappeared. After a little bit of searching he noticed the man under the Sake bar near the town center; talking to the bartender. As any Nippon knows when a quiet man goes to a Sake bar and asks the bartender questions is looking for information and this fascinated Daichi. Momentarily forgetting the reason he was travelling through the local countryside he slide between a house; eyeing the man from a distance. ‘What will you do next,” he wondered.



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Ashikai entered the sake bar, and, immediately, a chill ran through him.
He was suddenly and brutally reminded of how he made it this far, and the real reason of his journey.
Sake...he couldn't blame it all on the drink, even though he would've loved to.
he truth was that the weakness of men, men that couldn't control themselves and drank too much was to blame.

Nevertheless, he ordered a few drinks to seem like a normal customer, then questioned the nihonsu.
He was just beginning to think about it when the man next to him informed him about the murder, and then everything changed.

He didn't like dealing with guards, as most of the time he was being chased by them for killing someone. He was never convicted because, technically speaking, his killings were legal: the men that fell under his blade or were pierced by his bullets were wanted criminals, but explaining it to the lawmen every single time was getting extremely frustrating, and he even had to bribe them a few times to leave him alone.

This had made him extremely distrustful towards any figure of authority, but he would have to deal with one in either case, so he decided to go for the guards. After all, even if he kept telling himself to avoid trouble, the truth was that he did miss a little bit of action every now and again.

He stepped out of the sake bar, a newfound spring in his step: he questioned villagers regarding the source of the commotion, and they obligingly showed him the way.
After a few minutes of walking (and an uneasy feeling he could not shake off, even though he didn't know why), he reached his destination.

"What is going on here?" he demanded, making a few of the guards turn around. From what he could tell, someone was killed by a traveler, and the guards weren't happy about it.
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Gonnosuke noticed the show going on with a hidden fascination from behind the tree. His experience taught him that it would always be better to be on the side of the winner.
At this moment the men with the swords had almost circled Hiroshi while the bowman was looking backwards towards a traveler who had caught his attention.

The unknown man was armed, Gonnosuke could get a peek on his rifle and he was certain he must have some sort of melee weapon. Hidden as he was behind the tree, with arrow ready and bow pulled he leaned backwards easing himself and listening to what would go between the travelers and the guards.

The guards didn't look the sort that would forget anything as long as no trouble befallen them and their town and in case a fight occurred, Gonnosuke had to pick a side. Probably he would ally with the travelers, the ones who killed the criminal wouldn't normally be worse and Hiroshi had shown several signs of friendship. The honor-fed guards on the other hand wouldn't look at him in any friendly way even if he helped them and saved their lives.

They were more likely to attack him for not being a samurai. If the fight would start he was ready to strike at the bowman, without revealing himself, making note of where he was standing. One clean arrow through the eye as he used to shoot wild animals not to spoil the meat would render the guards helpless and he could pick them off one by one with his short bow if they didn't fall to the arms of the other men.

Gonnosuke never wanted trouble with the law, but in this case he would have to do what was best for him and there was no one around to bear witness to what had happened. As far as the authorities were concerned, the guards could have been attacked by ronin while he and the rest of the travelers avenged them by killing back the bandits bringing back their weapons as token of their feats, yes, that pretty song would even gain them free food and roof in the village for some time, accommodations always welcome. Gonnosuke was certain it would work, the townsmen heard what they wanted to hear and if their fellows had died, vengeance was what they would like.

This was a nice plan but for now he should wait, quiet as a shadow and calm as water, taking a mental note of where the bowman was standing, poised to strike at the first sign of a quarrel. Whether everything would go downhill or the travelers wouldn't trust him, he was the one with the least encumbrance on him and the thick bushes on his back would let him outrun and trick anyone who could have given chase.

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As Hiroshi was about to leave the man with the bow to his own devices, a group of six men approached him. Hiroshi's tanegashima was always loaded, just in case a situation like this happened, where he didn't have the time to load during the heat of a fight. Hiroshi was a man that was always prepared for any situation, even the most unlikely. Hiroshi managed a get a closer look at the men, realizing what they were.

These men were clearly samurai, judging by their hairstyle and how they dressed, along with their katanas. Ah, the samurai, honor bound fools that were really no more than thugs working for their tyrant leaders. The shogun were power hungry warmongers that only cared more about their status than the well-being of the people, Hiroshi learned that a long time ago, a time best left in the past.

The men surrounded Hiroshi, circling over him like birds of prey. Hiroshi made a note that one of them had a bow, making him top priority. However, he noticed the man from earlier was gone, of course he would be, a situation like this was much too dangerous for him to stick around.

“Hey you, explain why this man is dead and your blade is bloodied?”

The man who said it seemed to be the leader of the group, he had the look of it on him. Hiroshi grinned at the man, looking less like a smile and more like an animal barring it's teeth. “Well you see...". Hiroshi prepared to brandish his arquebus, forming a battle plan. He would go for the bowman first, then the leader and finally take down the rest as swiftly as possible. Just as he prepared to shoot the leader. A stranger had appeared from nowhere.

"What is going on here?"

The men turned to the stranger, and Hiroshi couldn't believe his luck.

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Finishing with the drunkard, Daichi returned to the path, though the other traveler was nowhere to be seen. Sighing to himself, the ronin proceeded into the town, a quiet village from the look of things. As he walked, he kept his eyes open for the man from the road, scanning the merchant's stalls as he did. Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, Daichi diverted between two buildings to get a better view.

The grass was tall where Daichi crouched, concealing him enough from view. From his vantage point, he could see tell the man he was looking at was the same from the road, as his naginata was quite visible, even from Daichi's current vantage point. Observing for a second, the man ordered sake, and proceeded to converse with the bartender. "What are you talking about, stranger?" Daichi thought silently. The man in the bar seemed to liven with whatever news the bartended had passed on, his posture straightening and his shoulders raised. He proceeded out of the bar, and this is when Daichi knew that he should follow. Whatever this man was after, Daichi was now past the point of interest. He had to know.

Standing from his crouched position, Daichi smartly followed the man, though keeping enough distance as not to bring attention to himself. Several minutes later, he could see the stranger talking to a group of guards. Another man was present, the object of the guards' attentions. "Interesting" Daichi thought to himself. He made sure his helmet was not visible within his satchel, opting not to travel with it mounted, as this often brought more attention than was sometimes necessary.

Deciding to play it cool, Daichi walked down the path, a simple traveling ronin was the look he was trying to portray. Whistling as he walked, he soon was within earshot of the group. "Hey, explain why this man is dead and your blade is bloodied..." one of the guards demanded. Closing in , he heard the stranger he was following state "What is going on here?"

Continuing by, as if nothing was going on, another one of the guards addressed Daichi, "Hey you, stop! State your business here. Did you see any of this happen?" Daichi paused, setting his satchel on the ground. Taking stock of the situation, he quickly ran down the threats present in the clearing. Five men, decently armed, poorly armoured and one with a bow. They were circling the heretofore unknown man, likely trying to implicate him in the corpse's demise, while the stranger Daichi was following was on the other side of the group.

If it was a fight they wanted, it looked like the odds might favor the group of strangers, but Daichi thought to try his hand at a bit of diplomacy. "Hello, friend. Yes, I saw it all happen. You see, the dead man is a wanted murderer, and that man over there by all rights was justified in slaying him." Daichi knew his bluff was about to be called as the guard who had addressed him approached. "How could you have seen what happened, you just walked down the path?" The guard looked quizzically at Daichi, who never broke eye contact with the guard. Sensing the tension, Daichi could almost hear the thoughts of the other strangers, who were all likely prepared to fight at the slightest provocation...

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