Fantasy Jiyûnoha: The Warriors of Freedom! Rp page

[NeonFlow]

The land of spirits and warriors. People who uphold traditions and honour...

Once a proud nation that lived in prosperity. The downfall of Shimanari can be traced to the civil war between the Northern Alliance and the Southern factions. With a new Shogun came new laws, the most prominent one making it illegal to leave or enter the country under penalty of death. Shimanari was isolated for more than two hundred years...

Change came with the arrival of Famrican ships which decimated the boats sent to attack them. That overwhelming strength frightened the Shogun into surrender. Thus the isolation law was abolished and the borders opened. Unfortunately the Shogun surrendered fully to Famrica becoming a vassal state, while merchants and tourists bring new technology knowledge and exotic goods, Famrica military has set up outposts and taken control of territories and entire islands. Slavery being just one of the cruelty the Ricans introduced into the lands. To put it bluntly the Rican military treat the Nari population as less then human. Animals, property, toys to use as they see fit. Be it belittling the locals to stroke their own ego or acting with violence to fulfil brutal desires. The samurai who used to uphold the law and enforce the shoguns will? Now turn their gaze or simply watch. Shimanari is a shadow of its former glory, the oppression flooding the lands is crushing. Though who would oppose Famrica when the Shogun himself has invited them into the country?

The Jiyûnoha shall, hopefully their numbers grow enough to make a difference. While Gitgud is seen as a bumpkin island far from the capital, the people there are essentially free from the Famrica cruelty. That is solely because of the Jiyûnoha, though a big reason why Gitguds hunters keep getting away with murder is the islands reputation for toxic monsters.

It's relatively peaceful in the villages of Gitgud, the Raggasaur population flourishing on the coasts what with the hunters chasing them away instead of killing them. Their poison being one of the main reasons Famrican soldiers stay away from "orange shroud island" Those that do arrive usually end up "missing." When questions arrive the answer is always along the lines of "Raggasaur mishap" still, the occasional rican ship docks looking for adventure, new places and people to exploit. Enough that the Jiyûnoha have made a small inventory of Famrican equipment...

1. Two sloops. (Small Famrican ships)
2. Thirty-five rifles. (Single shot, needing bullets and powder)
3. One hundred and fifty seven bullets.
4. Seven revolvers. (Five shots, requiring shaped runes)
5. Five barrels of rune powder (red)
6. Nine enchanted swords. (Fire and electric being the majority, one is poison)

Hardly enough to arm a rebellion, but the Famrican lives taken to acquire the loot was certainly enough to fuel the Kariudo of Jiyûnoha. With cunning and strength they can fight back famrica, with numbers and a united force Shimanari could be freed...
The scouts keep watch for ships coming close to Gitgud, if they are Famrican then the hunters agitate the Raggasaur for a toxic cloud of spores to ward them away. Any who dock usually end up fighting themselves in fear or falling victim to the hunters.
Jarzu was a scout who spotted a ship, looked Rican but he wasn't sure if they were merchants or not. They had visible weapons but weren't in a military uniform. Rushing towards Oguchi to let his superiors know, was when he came across Yahno Naza heading the same way.
"Yah!" Yahno spun around as Jarzu skidded to a stop, "Ship coming from the south west. Not flying Rican colours, all red sails and they have canons, should we prepare?" Jarzu caught his breath as Yahno scratched his beard.
"I think Shamaru is expecting traders... have the Kariudo from Ohgu standby just incase, but don't rile up the raggas. I'll head on and let young lord Onoe know... attack if you hear me clap"
Jarzu nodded and turned around to run back to Ohgu village. With a brief stretch and rearranging of his gear Yahno quickened his pace aswell. Like a thunderwolf leaping with the speed of lightning, sparks erupted from Yahno's feet as he bounded through the forest. Forgoing the beaten path to instead rely on his agility and magic to shortcut through dense flora and fauna.
It wasn't long before he stood outside Furataba castle, Fort Furataba is a name that suits better Yahno thought to himself as he often does. The man entered though tried to do so subtly, not wanting the attention or to be slowed down. Those who noticed him or called out received a quick nod of his head to show he acknowledges them but is to busy to stop. He was searching for the Daimyo of the territory, Onoe Shamaru. A young man Yahno respected not for being a Daimyo, but as a founding member of the Jiyûnoha. Equal in that way though Onoe is a leader with a tactical analytic mind, capable of navigating diplomatic endeavours aswell as sound battle strategy. Where as Yahno is more a warrior, suited to hunting and facing impossible odds with naught but steel and magic.
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argotNaut
Onoe and Yahno are the founders of Jiyûnoha
Spoiled Bread lunar_moth Xen6n
your characters joined most likely due to Onoe's influence.

Post order for now is "1 2 than you" as in let two others post before you post again.
Im following that rule to though I may break it if necessary to answer as a Npc/enemy or to help move plot/scenes as needed. If you have questions please ask in discord as I'm happy to help and usually do so the moment I read something. Apart from that have fun and let's get creative.
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[lunar_moth]

• Kanbe Ori •

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Ah, beautiful day. Cicadas buzz in the dry morning air. No rain today; the sun shines brightly beyond white clouds. Village children scamper underneath the shopkeeps’ feet, snickering and wailing as they knock produce from stalls and kick up flying clouds of dust. The eldest of the vendors can only chuckle and shake their heads; after all, the sight of healthy, flourishing youth is one that cannot be taken for granted in this day and age.

Kanbe Ori kneels against the outer wall of a small noodle shop building. He has a wooden sword laid across his lap, and it takes him only a few more minutes to finish lashing its pommel and blade back together with a thin leather cord unlaced from his pants.

“Finished,” he says, and hands it back to the group of children crowding over his shoulder. The boy whose toy it is grabs it quickly, and gives an experimental swing. The pieces stay firmly together and he crows in triumph.

“Kanbe-san! Kanbe-san! You’re the best! Thank you!” the boy tells him. He’s already speeding away with the other kids on his tail and so the thank-you is a bit hard to hear. Ori gets the gist of it and gives a one-handed wave to their retreating backs.

He’s a man of few words, though the children seem to like that. His sisters were the same way, once. But that was a long time ago now.

A flowing spark catches his eye instead. A tall man with rugged, dark hair stalks by, clearly on a mission. He doesn’t stop to chat with anybody who seems to recognize him.

Ori is about to call out to the dark man but a sound steals his attention away again. Ships’s bells, ringing not too far away from here— there must be some approaching the shore. That would explain the hurry.

Ori quickly leaps to his feet and follows after Yahno in a way that’s not unlike prowling. Is he going to alert the Daimyo? …Of course, that would make sense. The Daimyo is a formidable commander; Ori can’t help but think highly of him, even if their ideals might sometimes clash.

Though he may disagree with it, Ori always jumps when Onoe tells him to.

He catches up to Yahno’s side with little issue. Castle Furutaba stands before them both.

“Yahno-san,” he greets, then inclines his head in the direction of the castle. “Has something happened for you to alert to the Daimyo? I heard the incoming ships on the wind; perhaps some of us should stand guard on the shore and await their arrival? They can’t be bringing any good business with them.”

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Kikyo Abe​

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Castle Furutaba's had a small library tucked somewhere in the corner of the third floor. While the collection there was rather lacking compared to the ones she could find in the big cities, there's some books that she would never be able to read anywhere else: Diaries of dead Famrican soldiers. As Jiyunoha ambushed several Rican ships in the past, Kikyo was one of the few who expressed interest at the enemies' more mundane belongings. She's trying to learn the Famrican's native language and having all these diaries helped a lot in her progress.

Kikyo blinked for a split second and when she opened her eyes she found herself smashing her head onto the table. Ah, how long had she been studying? Wobbling towards the nearest window, she opened it and was greeted by the blinding morning light. Due to the lack of coffee beans here at the edge of civilization, she had been experimenting with local ingredients to fulfill her daily caffeine intake. The result was a disgusting, irritating concoction that kept her awake for the entire night. Too potent and too unpleasant for her liking, maybe she should just ask the daimyo to trades some coffee beans after all.

From up here she could see quite some distance away. Farmers heading towards their field, Childrens playing on the street, and something quickly approaching the castle with electrifying sight- Oh, that's just Yahno, and Kanbe. They looked to be in a rush and based on the path they took they seemed to be coming straight from the port. Likely they had sighted an unfamiliar ship... which mean it would be her chance to hog all the coffee beans for herself.

"Is it a merchant or an enemy ship this time?" She asked the two guys from her position in the third floor. Depending on the type of the ship she might need to prepare different stuffs.

NeonFlow lunar_moth​

 

[NeonFlow]

As Yahno entered Furataba he was greeted by many samurai stationed as guards and a few ladies who also spend most of their time doing duties inside the fort. Be it cleaning, cooking or whatever else. Though his stride was broken as Ori quickly approached with questions. "Kanbe-kun, my good man..." Yahno was a tad kinder to Ori than he was other men, some joke that Yahno swings that way. Though if Yahno was to answer honestly that kindness came from pity rather than love. Pity for the young man and himself, what with them both having similar scars. Yahno's life would be completely different if he lost half his sight. Anytime he saw Kanbe Ori his mind couldn't help but wonder and worry What if?

Yahno answered the young samurai by elelaborating on the situation. "I've the hunters from Ohgu waiting to ambush if need be. Though I think they are traders here to negotiate with Onoe. Won't do good to cut down the young lord's overseas contacts... Unless of course that's what the young lord wants us to do. I was on my way to ask him what he had planned."
Before Kanbe could answer another familiar voice caught Yahno's attention. Kikyo Abe the Obashiki, it was a member of the Abe clan who healed Yahno's ruined eye more than twenty years ago.
"It isn't the military" Was what Yahno shouted back. Not wanting to have a loud conversation with the third floor balcony he quickly answered "It's merchants or pirates"
Before proceeding inside Furataba in search of the Daimyo.
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Spoiled Bread lunar_moth argotNaut Xen6n

 

[Xen6n]

Kagutsuchi Izanagi​

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With the sun beating down on his back and reflecting off his customary red Samurai armor, Kagutsuchi let out a yawn. Kagutsuchi was much a nocturnal person, than a diurnal person; his steps were slow and his manner was irritable, already daydream of sleeping. At the foot of Githud's mountains, he would frequently work night shifts because it was peaceful and had less people around. However, the night shifts would often tire him and make Kagutsuchi extremely cranky.

He was aware that many of his fellow Samurai found his peculiar choices of duties and locales strange, but he was never concerned by it. He was a diligent worker, kept to himself, and never troubled anyone. Many ambitious Samurais took offense at this, and he wouldn't hold it against them. While many became Samurai for noble reasons, he just came for the stable income he got to support his family while they were away.

He lacked vigor, no sense of self-motivation, and spoke infrequently. It wasn't that he saw himself superior; rather, he simply didn't know what to say or didn't think it would have been helpful.

It was inspiring to observe Jiyûnoha's direction and expansion, and he hoped they would ultimately prevail in the bloody civil war and prevent the destruction of lives of those who were not involved. They would need his silent best regards, which he would always give them.

He could hardly wait to go back to his bed as he made his way through the thick forest close to Githud and into the town of Furutaba.

He nodded respectably to another Samurai who was stationed in the town, and the other Samurai nodded in kind. He would frequently greet people in that manner rather than in a formal manner.

His gaze was soon drawn to a hurriedly moving figure that appeared to be searching for someone. He slowed his pace when he recognized the individual as they became more apparent to him. He could tell a Kariudo when he saw one because of their unique appearance and heat signature. They were much "colder" than most people, most likely because they had spent so much time in the natural environment.

Though Kagutsuchi never conversed with or spent much time with any of the Kariudo, this one in particular was a seasoned warrior and very significant in Githud. All he knew was that they had seen a lot of Githud and the history of the Jiyûnoha, and that his initial name was Yahno. Still, Yahno's attitude led him to surmise that something wasn't quite right.

"Naza-san, is there anything amiss?"

Speaking in a formal manner, he stopped and placed his right hand on his wakizashi katana, which was fastened to his right waist. He carried his unusually huge weapons, the ōdachi and naginata yari, slung to his back, which would always draw attention to himself. Shards of obsidian hung on his waist and a rock was fastened to his left side of his waist, being held by a short rope.
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NeonFlow

 

[NeonFlow]

Shamaru Onoe had a busy day ahead, despite his upcoming meeting being with lowly pirates the young Daimyo made sure he presented himself accordingly. Elegant, Authoritative, in traditional courtly attire and foreign fashion mixed in. Once finished with his meditation Shamaru and his spirit Yata emerged from his chambers. Jezzerick Dallows has been useful in supplying weapons, though i would much prefer not to deal with men of his quality. Price gouging is to be expected but any who deal in slavery can hardly be trusted... Assuming they want Raggah and Tallo again the deal is fine, though if gold is what they want I may have to delay the deal...

The young lord was lost in thought as he entered the main hall of Furataba. It was there Yahno, Kagutsuchi and Kanbe were speaking. "Nothing to troubling Izanagi-san, suppose that's up to young Onoe there"
Yahno answered nodding towards the Daimyo who just appeared.
"Rican ship with red sails approaching from the south, you expecting anyone young lord?"

Shamaru looked a tad perplexed for a tad before answering.
"Why Yes i am. You’ve seen these pirates, led by captain Jezzerick Dallows. The one whose supplied more than half the Jiyûnoha's fire power... Though last he visited his ship was An'laran with black sails yes? Have the Kariudo waiting incase it isn't the dallows crew"
"already have Jarzu on it." Yahno replied.

"Then I'll send word with Yata to provide Dallow's cargo a escort, anyone else is to be dealt with however possible." The crow gave off a warm glow as it flew under the ceiling and landed on Shamaru's shoulder.
"Izanagi-san, I'd like you here for the deal to inspect any weapons they bring. If what they peddle is the same make and quality as what the Kariudo have taken from the Famrican military we may be better off purchasing just the rune powder."
With a sly grin he looked at Yahno for confirmation before stating "Im sure the hunters would rather forage for guns rather than buy in bulk"

Yahno returned a smile but it faded quickly to correct the young man on something. "It's true we enjoy taking down Ricans... Though the only reason we have done well so far is the Raggasaur. Without them we would never have had the chance to try. Moving forward we need weapons and the numbers to wield them, especially if we want to liberate Shimanari."
"Once Gitgud is united the Jiyûnoha will be large enough to branch out. These deals have helped arm our forces and it will help convince the Daimyo of Kuroja we stand a fighting chance."
Shamaru went to a side table to write orders on a scroll. Giving the scroll to his crow spirit to deliver. "To the hunters on the south west coast. "
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[Darkbloom]

The sun was climbing toward its zenith, casting a bright, warm light over the compound. It was late morning, and the air was filled with the sounds of daily activity: the rhythmic clink of armor, the murmur of conversations, and the occasional clang of metal as samurai honed their skills.

Ryoji Takeda stood at his post, a silent sentinel amidst the bustling scene. His polished armor gleamed in the sunlight, and the sharp features of his face were set in a mask of unwavering focus. He kept a firm grip on the hilt of Kagehime, his trusted katana, while his keen eyes scanned the surroundings with methodical precision.

The courtyard of the Jiyûnoha outpost was a hive of movement. Fellow samurai moved with purpose, their expressions a mix of determination and resolve. Strategists huddled together, discussing plans and exchanging information. Despite the apparent normalcy, there was an undercurrent of tension that Ryoji was all too familiar with. The memory of oppression and suffering that had plagued Shimanari for over two decades was ever-present, fueling their collective desire for change.

Ryoji's thoughts drifted to his fallen comrades, the friends and mentors who had fought and died for the cause. Each loss was a wound, but also a source of strength. Their sacrifices had forged his resolve into something unbreakable. The scars on his body were a testament to his journey, each one a mark of his commitment to restoring Shimanari’s honor.

Within him, Ryūjin, the Sea King, lay in a state of calm readiness. The guardian spirit's presence was a constant source of reassurance and power, a silent vow of protection. The bond they shared was deep and profound, a melding of human determination and oceanic strength.

The late morning sun cast dappled shadows through the leaves of the ancient cherry trees that lined the courtyard. A soft breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of the compound. Despite the activity, Ryoji remained a solitary figure, his presence a silent reminder of vigilance and duty.

As the morning progressed, the outpost’s routine continued. Weapons were sharpened, supplies inventoried, and messages dispatched. Ryoji observed it all with a watchful eye, his mind and body in a state of heightened awareness. He did not speak, did not interact with those around him. His duty was clear: to guard, to protect, and to remain ever vigilant.

The late morning light continued to shine, casting a golden hue over the courtyard. Ryoji Takeda, steadfast and resolute, stood as a guardian against the threats that loomed beyond the compound walls. His silent watchfulness was a testament to his dedication, a beacon of unwavering resolve in a world fraught with peril.

 

[NeonFlow]

(Jezzerick Dallows, pirate captain who happens to be wearing a Famrican officers uniform. His crew however are not in military uniform)

Captain Dallows and his crew arrived on the coast of Gitgud, met with two Samurai and a Kariudo. (The other Kariudo remained hidden) It was a slow trek into Oguchi with dallows men transporting the cargo. Two crates of fire arms, one crate of random weapons two barrels of red rune powder and a assortment of presevered goods from foriegn lands. It took three hours to reach town, the Kariudo leading them on the safest paths away from animals and monsters. Once in Oguchi Dallows and his men requested a chance to rest before meeting the Daimyo...

The Daimyo was alerted once they arrived and used the time to prepare for the upcoming meeting. His most trusted samurai would be present for the meeting. Izanagi, Abe and Naza would also be attending for different reasons.
The young Daimyo had all intentions of making a peaceful deal that both parties benefited from. However on the off chance the situation turned sour or violence was needed, Shamaru made sure all he trusted knew what was meant if he was to even utter the words Tallo tea.
Any mention of tallo tea from the Daimyo meant people needed to die, quickly.
Soon dallows and seventeen of his men stood a respectful distance infront of Onoe Shamaru who was knelt at a table with a fine Famrican tea set already boiled. In the room was Onoe's best and most trusted, Yahno stood in the corner close to the entrance behind dallows and his crew. A cold stare and intimidating presence being the only contribution he has brought so far. While some of dallows men rest their rifles at the door its clear they are all armed in some fashion.

"Daimyo Shamaru, we are honoured to meet with you once more"
As Jezzerick bowed his men did to, as Onoe gestured for the captain to take a seat he briskly walked to the table and took a moment to get comfortable. Eventually crossing his legs and giving a charming smile to the Daimyo and the strangers in the room.
"You remembered? I'm touched" dallows says motioning to the tea set.
"of course, im a fan of Famrican beans and blends, I find many of them to be much more fruitful and intoxicating compared to the various green teas common here in Shimanari" Onoe answered whilst pouring a cup for his guest and then himself.
"Now please tell me where you have been, show me the wonderful goods you have to trade! I've been eager for your arrival"
A forced frivolity however the Daimyo plays the role of a rich curious youngster quite well. Letting Dallows spin tales and speak comfortably, showing off rifles, handcannons and a selection of enchanted weapons.
Nothing was in pristine condition, the rifles being single shot and the handguns being mostly three shot chambers for shaped runes.

The curious part was a handful of melee weapons made entirely of Solore.
Two greatswords, a battle axe, three short swords and a mace...
Like the rest of the weapons these were not in the best condition, though it was still the most amount of Solore any from Gitgud has ever seen. Driving home the fact that Solore is only scarce in Shimanari. Yahno couldn't help but wonder if they could be melted down and made into something else. Solore arrows maybe? Might be two difficult... I should ask Kikyo if guardian spirits can only be gained from killing something up close or if a projectile weapon would work...

When negotiations began proper the mood shifted. Dallows requested gold or slaves. Adamant on the prices and only willing to bargain should the Daimyo offer women and children. Despite the tension in the room Onoe kept everyone and himself calm and reasonable, this changed when Dallows alluded to a connection he had with the Famrican navy. "Im just saying my friend with rank is interested in this island, if he was to catch wind of your rebellion... well lets just say I'd miss our dealings... I would grieve, but as much as I enjoy drinking tea with the Daimyo. A busy man can make profit anywhere, my crew and i are usually quite busy."

Dallows men shifted where they stood, to those with experience in battle, its obvious this lot is expecting combat. They are armed with rifles, handguns, rapiers and sabres though none have drawn a weapon yet.
Onoe's face became blank as Dallow's threat hangs in the air slowly weighing upon those who call Gitgud home.
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lunar_moth Spoiled Bread Xen6n Darkbloom

You're characters are here at the meeting, I'd say Onoe and the captain made nice for a hour or so before the threat was made. During this time inspection of the weapons and the visitors is fine but violence hasn't been allowed by the Daimyo and the pirates/merchants haven't done anything that's considered hostile apart from keeping their weapons on them.
Which is understandable to a degree but still disrespectful.

 

[Darkbloom]

Ryoji Takeda stood in the room, his presence a silent pillar of strength among the gathered samurai and foreign visitors. He was one of the Daimyo’s most trusted samurai, tasked with ensuring the safety and integrity of the meeting. The late morning sun filtered through the paper screens, casting a warm, diffuse light across the room, but Ryoji's expression remained as cold and unreadable as ever.

As Captain Dallows and his men presented their goods and spoke of their travels, Ryoji’s sharp eyes never ceased their vigilant scan. The crates of firearms, weapons, and barrels of red rune powder were unfamiliar to him, yet he understood their potential danger. The Solore weapons, despite their tarnished condition, piqued his interest for a moment, but his thoughts quickly returned to the present situation.

The room was filled with an undercurrent of tension, a stark contrast to the Daimyo's forced frivolity and the Captain's charming demeanor. Ryoji observed the foreign men's body language—the slight shifts, the occasional nervous glance, the way their hands lingered near their weapons. It was clear they were ready for a fight, and Ryoji's grip tightened slightly on Kagehime's hilt in response.

When the negotiations began in earnest, the mood shifted palpably. Dallows’ demands for gold or slaves were met with an icy silence from the Daimyo’s retinue, though Shamaru himself remained calm and collected. Ryoji’s respect for his lord deepened as he watched him navigate the conversation with measured grace.

However, the moment Dallows alluded to his connection with the Famrican navy, the room seemed to constrict with a new tension. The threat hung heavy in the air, each word adding to the oppressive weight. Ryoji's jaw clenched imperceptibly, his mind racing through potential scenarios. The mention of a possible naval intervention was a serious concern, one that could spell disaster for Shimanari and the rebellion they had fought so hard to sustain.

Despite the increasing tension, Ryoji remained outwardly composed. His training had taught him to maintain a facade of calm, even in the face of imminent danger. Within him, the Sea King, Ryūjin, stirred slightly, a reminder of the power and responsibility they shared. The guardian spirit's presence was a steadying force, bolstering Ryoji's resolve.

As Dallows' men shifted and prepared themselves for potential combat, Ryoji’s mind was already mapping out defensive strategies and counterattacks. He assessed the positions of his fellow samurai and the Kariudo, noting their readiness and the exits available should things turn violent. His gaze flicked to the Daimyo, awaiting any sign—any utterance of "Tallo tea"—that would signal the need for swift and decisive action.

Ryoji’s thoughts turned briefly to the people of Oguchi, the innocents who would suffer if conflict erupted here. His resolve hardened; he would not allow these foreign invaders to bring further harm to his homeland. The sacrifices of his comrades and the weight of their shared mission fueled his determination.

Standing there, amidst the tension and potential chaos, Ryoji Takeda remained a sentinel of silent strength, ready to act at a moment’s notice. His loyalty to the Daimyo and the cause of Shimanari was unyielding, and his readiness to protect and fight was absolute.

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Kikyo Abe​

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Tch, pirates. Kikyo didn't really bother to hide her disdain for them. For her, they're the peak example of scum specimen that produces no value to the world. If it were her she would just tell the kariudo to sink the ship before they even reach the shore. She still respect Onoe's decision though so she just tuck herself in the corner of the room and silently sipping her tea.

Kikyo didn't actually like attending formal meeting like this. She would rather read a book or playing with the cats around the shrine. However, her interest was piqued when the pirates shown several weapons made entirely of solore. Those were such a waste of solore, with that amount they can arm quite a number of people with solore-tipped spears.

Her intention to just keep silent was disturbed when the pirates suddenly insisted on getting paid in either coin or slaves. They should know that jiyunoha didn't dabble in slavery and had limited coins due to circumstances. It's an indirect challenge, and if there's one reason of why Kikyo still attends the meeting even though she didn't like it, it would be to prevent Jiyunoha from becoming another Mt. Shizu. To make sure the rebellion wouldn't bend their knees to any Rican, by any means necessary. She sipped all of her tea and then slammed the cup onto the table to draw people's attention to her.

"You know what we can offer here, yet you come and demand something else. Hmmph. This is why I dont like dealing with pirates." Kikyo glared at the captain, each of her sentences were dripping with murderous intent. "You have 30 minutes to drag your ass out. Or would you rather have my friend sharkie here to show you the exit?"

Answering her cue, her spirit Isoide started circling underneath the pirates. The large shadow of a shark stalking from below their reach, as if waiting for the pirates to slip off before feasting on their body.​

 

[NeonFlow]

As the shadow of a shark swam around the pirates they flinch, some draw the handguns aiming them at the floor in confusion. "If were gonna be like that..." Dallows says before thrusting his arm towards Onoe, a handcannon appearing from his sleeve now aimed squarely at the young lord's face. "Anything happens to my men then Daimyo is deadyo."
Onoe Shamaru remained the picture of calm despite staring down the barrel of ccertain death. "Lets all take a moment yes? No one is being dragged out and no one is dying, perhaps some Tallo Tea will help keep things pleasant"

Tallo being a plant with medicinal properties that's mostly used for drug purposes, the pirates being fans of tallo... perked up a tad at the hope of free drugs. Dallows however still has his gun pointed in Onoe's face. "I would love some believe me, but I can't holster this weapon until I have your word that no harm will come to my crew and i... Your spirits are dangerous, versatile but all we need to do is to pull a trigger to remedy that. You understand that don't you? That's why you need the guns, the powder! is this kerfluffle worth ending a fine business arrangement?!"
Dallows stood raising his voice and still aiming the gun at Onoe.

The Daimyo slowly stood to meet the captains questioning stare, "you may not understand this seeing as you are one of the filthiest rican dogs I've had the displeasure of dealing with, but I would fall upon my own blade before I treated any of my people, or any person as cargo or currency. It is true the Jiyûnoha wants weapons but wants are not essential, moreso the Jiyûnoha has a much stronger desire... you might call it a need, we have a need for scum to be purged from this land."

Yahno met eyes with Kanbe as the phrase tallo tea was spoken. Throwing his hatchet with precision, Dallows yelped in pain as his gun and right forarm fell to the floor. Kanbe rushed to stand infront of the Daimyo, standing on the table drawing his sword and decapitating Dallows mid scream with one fluid movement. Fine punctuation to end the Daimyo's thoughts.
The pirates didn't agree, astonished and bewildered at the swiftness of their captains death. They open fire.

Most shot at the floor, nine pirates in fact wasted their three shots attempting to stop a shadow. Smoking holes and shards of ice dotting the floor being the only result.
Two pirates took shots at Onoe, Kanbe Ori shielded the Daimyo heroically.
Falling into the young Daimyos arms skewed by shots of magic bleeding out profusely.
Six pirates drew their rapiers and sabres rushing those in the room hoping to provide enough cover for those with handguns to reload.
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Spoiled Bread Darkbloom Xen6n
Lunar moth quit so I figured kanbe can be written off a hero for everyone to grieve/be a reason to better themselves. I had more of a idea for battles being somewhat turnbased, decided via actions from multiple posts to conclude how successful overall the fights it turn out. Can do that next time though and this can be a more of a cutscene than tutorial.

Eleven pirates are reloading their hand guns, six more with melee weapons are now getting within stabbing range. Win however you like, save yahno two or three

 

[Darkbloom]

Ryoji Takeda’s eyes narrowed as the situation escalated. The shadow of a shark—Ryūjin’s manifestation—swam around the pirates, causing a ripple of confusion and fear. When Dallows drew his handcannon and aimed it at Onoe Shamaru, Ryoji felt a surge of protective instinct. The Daimyo’s calm demeanor was commendable, but Ryoji knew they were walking a razor’s edge.

As Dallows ranted, the tension in the room became almost unbearable. The mention of Tallo Tea was the signal Ryoji had been waiting for. He was already in motion when Yahno threw his hatchet, severing Dallows’ arm and causing the gun to fall from his grasp. Kanbe’s swift decapitation of Dallows was a grim punctuation to the Daimyo’s resolve.

The pirates reacted predictably, opening fire in a panicked frenzy. Most of their shots were wasted on shadows and illusions created by Ryūjin. The two pirates who aimed at Onoe were intercepted by Kanbe, who fell into the Daimyo’s arms, his life bleeding away. The remaining pirates, armed with rapiers and sabres, charged forward in a desperate attempt to turn the tide.

Ryoji’s response was immediate and decisive. With Kagehime already in hand, he moved like a shadow across the room, his swift movements guided by years of rigorous training and Ryūjin’s influence. He intercepted the first pirate with a precise, upward slash that cleaved through flesh and bone, the Solore-infused blade humming with barely contained energy.

The second pirate met a swift end as Ryoji spun, his blade carving a deadly arc that opened the man’s throat. The third pirate, seeing his comrades fall, hesitated for a split second—a fatal mistake. Ryoji closed the distance in a heartbeat, his blade finding its mark in the pirate’s chest.

All around him, chaos reigned. The remaining pirates were either reloading or engaging with other samurai and Kariudo. Ryoji’s focus was absolute, his mind a wellspring of calm determination. Ryūjin’s presence surged within him, ready to lend its power if needed.

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Kikyo Abe​

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Crap, she didn't actually meant to escalate things this fast. Kikyo gritted her teeth as the situation quickly got heated up, she couldn't blame anyone though as she's the first one who acted based on her emotion first. Still, it would be best if they didn't fight the pirates right here right now and there's two reason for that. First, fighting in a closed room would mean the castle would suffer collateral damage and she fear they might bring explosives, the second reason was... well, she's still here in the splash zone. She might acts all mighty and condescending but any scenario that involves fighting would be dangerous for her.

Once the first blood was drawn, there's no turning back.

Kikyo sent a signal to her spirit to start the onslaught, and Isoide immediately jumped over one of the gunner, sending his headless body down onto the floor. Kikyo herself shouldn't stay still though, two of the sword-wielding pirates were coming for her. They probably thought of using her as hostage to make out their way out of this mess... Nah, those stupid dumbskulls wouldn't thought that far, they probably just didn't want to deal with the stronger enemies. While it was true she's the weakest here, she's not without a weapon in this situation.

Her hand reached out towards the tea kettle that had been sitting next to her, and with one smooth motion she opened the lid and splashed boiling tea straight into their faces. The two pirates screamed as they start flailing their saber in desperation. Meanwhile Kikyo used the opportunity to dash towards the exit, and locked the door from the outside. She could feel her heart throbbing from the encounter but at least she's safe now. She would trust the rest of the group to take care of the remaining pirates.

Focusing her mind towards the connection with her spirit, Kikyo sent a clear decisive command to her shark spirit. target the gunner first, and keep them occupied. Isoide would heed the order and did what she said. The shadow shark would swam underneath the gunners, the first pirate who raised his hand to aim at the other fighters would get his entire arms eaten in a mere second. The message was clear, take your eyes off the shark and death would find its mark.​