"What will we do now, Miura? Will we go ho, back to Toyone?" Kitajo asked. Their families were back ho and they had not seen each other in a good few weeks.
But Gengyo shook his head, as he stood in front of the congregation of his troops, and of his fellow n at arms.
"No. We march forward, and seize Toyokawa!" He announced firmly, locking his eyes with every soldier that he could, allowing his passion to beco their passion. "Through the efforts of our n, and their piracy attempts, the city guard no longer exists, nor does their commander! An empty castle, waiting to be ruled. Indeed, we will march forward."
He had not overlooked the significant achievents of the piracy crew. Alone, they had asserted supremacy over the fleet of the city guard. The loot they had secured was substantial, and all that was left was to auction it off and collect the coin. And then, there was the surprising advance in the ship’s capabilities, thought of and executed by the n themselves. It had surprised him to see that, but then he supposed he might have been looking down on them all this ti.
"My old comrades, will you take to the ship once more, so that we might control the waters as well as the land when I and our new friends march through the streets?"
"It would be our honour, Miura." Togashi responded humbly, setting a good impression in front of the new soldiers that stared towards him with keen interest. There was a story here, both parties knew, but it was Gengyo they waited on to share it.
"Aye, we’ll get on it lad." Morohira responded more casually, being not quite as thoughtful as Togashi. The new n looked towards Gengyo wondering whether he might punish him for such casual annunciations, but the man, as fitting of his monkly attire, rely let it wash over his shoulders like a warm sumrs breeze.
"Jikouji, stay with a while. I’ll have you update on certain things as we ride." He called out, as he saw the old man also turn to leave. He caught Akiko’s eye as well, and let out a soft smile, and a nod. They would speak to each other soon enough.
"As you wish, master Miura." Jikouji was attempting as Togashi had to put their master on an even higher platform than he already appeared, so that there would never be a soldier who would question his authority.
With one final glance back, the old crewn disappeared down the side of the cliff once more, and began preparing the ship for the short voyage ahead.
"What of us, Miura?" Morojo asked, standing awkwardly off to the side, with Isabella, Takeshi and his sons in tow.
"We’ll have horses prepared for you all, and you’ll co as well. There is nothing to fear. I dare say that there will be no fighting. Or whatever fighting there might be, it will be entirely minimal."
As he uttered those words, a dispatchnt of the more conscientious soldiers moved to do his bidding, and a few monts later, a suitable amount of horses had been placed in front of them, along with a white stallion for Gengyo to mount.
"White now? It was always black before." Kitajo comnted. It had beco sowhat iconic the image of the boy on his black horse, as he charged into battle against Toda.
"White, indeed. I didn’t pick it out, but he’s a good enough horse, so I suppose it will be white from now on." He replied, petting the stallion between the ears. With a slight nudge to the side, he spurred the horse forward, at a slow walk, and with him, the entire army began to move.
"So then, Jikouji, is there any interesting you’d have know?" He asked, as the old man rode up alongside him. He’d been away for quite a while after all.
"Mm..." Each week with the boy’s parting, he had always thought of things that he would tell him once he returned, but now the opportunity finally presented itself, his mind went blank. If he did not catch Takeshi out of the corner of his eye, perhaps he would not have been able to say anything at all. "Oh, that man there is Takeshi. He’s the one who made the design for a rotating cannon a reality."
Being called out like that made the timid smith imnsely uncomfortable, and he looked down at the floor as he muttered his reply. "I-it’s a pleasure to et you... Master Miura."
Gengyo had seen him around the campfire the previous day, and given that he was the only person that he did not know, then he had assud him to be the smith, despite his stature that was wholly unsuited to the profession. But still, confirmation was worthwhile.
"Good to et you, Takeshi. You and I will be having a conversation later on, after this business is cleared up, so do expect that." He nodded his head toward the timid smith, and forecast his intentions so that the man might ntally prepare himself.
"You’ve done well with your gold as well, I’ve heard. We’ll make arrangents to get it sold off imdiately. Aside from the small hiccup in regards to that girl, you’ve all done remarkably well."
"Aye, they did. I was not involved for the majority of the ti – rely in the logistical side. It is Morohira and Togashi who have been taking the lead. They’ve been doing well enough, though I do think your father is borderline insane."
Gengyo chuckled at such a blunt statent. He was certainly one of the oddest n from that little village of theirs. He was violent and impulsive and almost impossible to predict. But as well as being his greatest weaknesses those were his biggest assets. He did not think before he did, he rely did and never thought. In the end, it worked though.
"And what of you, Miura? How did you manage to gather... This amount? What is it, like five hundred?"
"Five hundred and fifty. None of these n are from the peasantry. There is a collection of peoples that hover around the nryo-ji area, seeking to polish their skills. I was given their location by one of the master monks, and well... the rest was relatively simple. They do not crave gold, but glory and progress."
"And you’ve promised them that? Progress?"
"I have. I will attempt to teach them so of what I have learned, and have promised them various things upon the capture of this province. They are good n, I think – loyal."
He decided. Their likes knew much of bushido, and it would be uncommon to see them stain their honour rely for material gain. So had lost their masters in previous battles. Others had never served a master at all. But the quality of the troops was sothing that should not be underestimated. It was sothing that he could never have dread of recruiting had he not have trained in nryo-ji.
"Do they not shy away from the use of guns? We samurai are particular when it cos to dishonourable instrunts."
"No, they will use matchlocks gladly if it ans they are able to improve even a fraction of their swordsmanship."
"I suppose that’s true..."
He looked back on them. For troops that had been hastily gathered, they were working well together, and maintained the lines as they marched. They showed no displeasure nor discomfort, and on their faces, he could have sworn he saw so sort of resolve.
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The entrance to Toyokawa soon neared, and their many feet pounded the ground as they drew closer. Civilians on the street looked down along the road to see their march, and with haste, they fled inside.
Gengyo trotted slightly in front of his n, to lead them down the cobblestone roads by the front. The crowd parted and hastily slamd shut their doors. Soon, all that stretched out in front of them were empty streets. Their streets.
He rounded the corner and continued down towards the port, that was still alive with trade and tradesn busying themselves, but that busy scene slowly ground to a halt, and all the noises gradually died down, until a silence reigned.
His aura radiated outwards, and his robes blew lightly in the wind. His face was an expression of the utmost serenity, yet there was still a sharpness to his gaze that sort to pierce all their hearts. It was like a war god had descended down from the heavens, and taken human form.
"Who is that man?" They whispered. They had yet to see the army that followed him, but they could hear the many feet stamping down the street.
With the silence, he continued forward, until he stood in front of all the crowd.
"Traders of Toyokawa, welco to a new era."
He spoke, with a gentle smile on his face. He then pointed outwards, towards the sea. All followed his arm, and turned around to see what he was pointing at.
"That black-flagged ship is a Red Feather ship. These waters are ours. This very soil that you stand on - we are here to claim it. The commander of the guards has fallen, and so we look to take his place."
No one dared to speak, but a quiet discomfort perated out from each of them. European traders, and Japanese alike. If the leadership of this area had been compromised, what was to stop this new attacking force from butchering them all where they stood, and seizing their wares – after all, was that not what they were doing on the sea?
He held up an open palm to calm their chaotic minds. "Do not fret, and do panic. You are safer now than you’ve ever been. With the fall of the city guard, our black-flagged ship will no longer rob you of your wares, but will stop others from doing the sa. A new age, for each of us. Let us aim for prosperity."
They looked at him, unsure as how to react. He was a monk, it seed. He had that monkly calm about him, and his words were soothing. But they could not simply throw their hands in the area and proclaim: "oh, thank goodness! You an us no harm – let us continue."
And so, as his n began down the city streets, he dismounted, and walked through the packed crowd that parted before him. He approached a nearby jewellery stand, with his every action being watched and scrutanized.
The store owner looked ready to die of a heart attack, seeming to think he was about to be robbed. But instead, a question ca.
"My good man, how much for this gold ring?" He asked, holding up a ruby encrusted golden ring.
"Ah... F-for you sir, it’s free..." The trader said ekly, not able to risk offending him.
"No. State your price, I say."
"One gold coin..." He kept it low, still fearful of doing him a disservice.
"You are too kind. Ten gold coins, then." He reached within the sleeves of his robe, and withdrew a pouch of coin.
"A fine quality golden ring indeed – only to be found here, on the streets of Toyokawa."
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