Prelude
Location: South of Three Wolves Mountain
Characters: Roku Kubo - Yukari Satou - Nadeshiko Toyotomi
"Think we were followed, Raiden?"
"They're samurai, what do you think? Calm your nerves."
Over a dozen ninja gazed down from a nearby wooden scouting tower from miserable weather as a blizzard whipped up sheets of snow, the howl of the wind near deafening. A dead samurai scout in full armor lay over the wooden side with a kunai in both sides of his neck.
Each of the ninja wore headbands with the symbol of the Hidden Cloud, with in the center a man in a thick black insulated suit and dual rods on his back in control, one of the more nervous type next to him. The nervous nin’s question was answered as suddenly an arc of flame shot upwards. The ninja leapt to the side to dodge it, eyes scanning where it had come from.
Suddenly a falling feeling came to him as he found himself crashing towards the icy wooden floor, gazing up at a headless body, and a man in a straw hat and stubble beard behind it.
“Oh…” Quietly came from a severed head on the ground.
The man in a straw hat flicked blood from his blade as the other ninja pulled kunai on him, only the leader looking elsewhere.
“Damn,” a woman’s voice hummed in the crowd, “guess I owe you 200 Ryo.”
There was a kunai thrown in the direction of the voice but it met only air.
A low growl as one of the nin flew through a set of handsigns. Something sharp jabbed him in the back. He twisted, swinging his weapon at the masked woman behind him.
She grinned and leaned back out of the way, cloaked in a shroud of chakra that matched the cat perched on her shoulder. “Actually, screw it, I’ll throw in an extra 100 because it was so flashy.”
The Cloud nin didn’t get a second swing as stone rapidly encased his body.
"Really you two, gambling is such a deplorable habit,” said a prim voice from within a densely packed knot of cloud shinobi. There was a brief swishing noise, almost masked entirely and the crowd tumbled to the floor in a pile of blood and limp bodies, leaving only a single figure standing, wielding a long bladed polearm.
“I hope this is not the kind of example you intend to set for your prospective students,” said the figure, a young woman with a bob of orange hair wearing practical but feminine clothes and a sturdy apron which was now covered in blood spatters. A surviving shinobi tried to slip past the guard of the long handled weapon only for the woman to flow up to meet him and convert his momentum into a throw that sent him sailing off the edge of the tower’s roof with a wailing cry. “Children are very impressionable, you know,” said the woman, turning her foxlike gaze upon the other two attackers to radiate gentle disapproval at them.
The initial straw hat stood staring, his jaw opening and one eyebrow arched as a piece of straw he was chewing on fell out his mouth. He still held his hand out to the white eyed woman, a ‘gimme motion’ with his fingers as he just shook his head at the carnage, turning at the other ‘sweet woman’ covered in gore. “Ain’t you supposed to be rusty, Ghost of the Toyotomi? Cause I ain’t seeing it. If there's anyone I'm scared to leave with kids, it's you.”
Behind him, one of the shinobi lifted a kanabō, screaming “SNEAK ATTACK” as he brought it down, phasing straight through the man as his body faded away with an illusory haze clone. A finger tapped him on the shoulder, before smashing a sheath in his face as he turned, the sword sheathed a moment later sending the giant toppling over.
“Think that’s gunna be lesson number one for me and mine. Don’t scream ‘sneak attack’. Hopefully I don’t got no idiots. Files don’t look too bad now. Looks like got an edgy boy good with a blade, some Yuki-onna, and a really bad hostage leftover from the Chūseigumi. All of them seem to be pretty good with weapons, maybe I can teach’em something. How ‘bout you, Yukari?”
In the distance a shout “Ha! You let a name slip! We know who you are.” As one tried to flee.
The straw hat sighed, before drawing his blade, and arc of fire engulfing the shinobi. “Who gives a shit? Hell, I’m Roku Kubo if anyone here survives.”
“N’awww, don’t be like that, miss.” Yukari seemed to dance between two nin, peppering them with blows no greater than a tap. “There’s no harm in a little wager between comrades.” A palm strike to the chest and one of the nin crumbled to the floor. She bounded back away from the swipe of a ninjatou, dropping a pouch of coins in Roku’s hand as she passed. “You of all people should know a bit of friendly competition’s good for the little troublemakers. Challenge sparks growth and all that.”
“Besides, I feel like we’re about to teach them far more uh, ‘deplorable habits’ than some friendly betting whoa—!” A flaming blade arced for her neck. She swung her hand as if to slap it away. Yukari never touched the weapon but the sword barely passed over her head, snapping off one of the horns on her mask. “I was starting to like this mask.”
Another sword swing that barely missed. Yukari jabbed her fingers against his arm and the flames wreathing his blade flickered out. “Eh, files really only tell you so much. I definitely got an interesting looking bunch.”
A downward swing embedded the Cloud nin’s sword in the floor. Yukari effortlessly balanced on the back of the blade to keep him from freeing it. Two more strikes to the chest and he dropped. “Let’s see…” She remained standing on the sword as she thought, “I’ve got a little refugee nin, suppose that makes sense she’s with me. A kid that carries a kiseru around - speaking of bad habits - and some girl with the plague that hates shinobi. Think your taishou’s got a bit of a sense of humor on that one.”
“Oh it starts with harmless little wagers,” said the woman who had been identified as a ghost, impaling a fleeing shinobi and levering him up with her naginata to hurl him at the lead shinobi who had been stalking towards her with his rods crackling with energy. “But lay ye a crooked foundation and ye shall build a crooked house! Pretty soon you’re betting your whole paycheck and up to your neck in debt!” lectured Nadeshiko over the whine of an electrical discharge and a ragged scream. “My adorable students shall not be exposed to such debauchery,” Nadeshiko promised, breaking off her tirade to body flicker forwards with unearthly grace to stab down through the shinobi she had just thrown again, her blade piercing through to reach the leader pinned underneath his subordinate and plunge into him as well.
“Ohhhh I can’t wait to meet them!” said Nadeshiko dreamily as she twisted her blade to ensure the wound she had inflicted was lethal. “I have two cute little acrobatic weapon specialists! Obviously the young man with the spear is closest after my own heart but the young lady has a quite imposing bow I am very interested to see in action as well. Then my third is another young lady with a wind infused sword style and a sweet little pet crow which is good for children as it teaches empathy and responsibility. Between the three of them I shall be teaching all three of the noble weapons most suitable for a samurai which I will enjoy very much!”
At the comment of 'wagering whole paycheck', Roku scratched at his stubble, while guiltily looking away and whistling.
Clearing out his throat, he pulled out a cloth, beginning to clean the remaining gore from his blade. "I'd suggest drinks, but early start tomorrow. Told my Mokunoha to meet at the hour of the damned at the Cherry Blossom Grove by the city entrance."
He looked at the blizzard… probably no actual cherry blossoms for a while. He groaned, and tossed the bloody cloth to Nadeshiko to clean her blade. "Anyone who can rise at dawn with a smile on their face ain't right. I have…. 4 hours of sleep as is. Damn…"
Yukari was quiet for a long moment, watching the carnage Nadeshiko left in her wake as she lectured the kunoichi. Exposed to debauchery? Maybe not. Extreme violence? That was looking like a given. The masked woman rubbed the back of her neck, “Y’know, I’m with Roku. You being a teacher is kinda terrifying.” She hopped down from her perch and stretched. “Mission office wants us up and on standby bright and ungodly early too unfortunately. Mine are supposed to meet me at uh . . . shit, what’s the name again?” Yukari turned her hand in the air as she tried to think, “That training field with the hot springs running through them. That whole agility course.”
"Sun Wu Kong's paradise?" Roku offered.
“Yeah! That place. Figure I’ll get a feel for what they can do while we wait for a job.”
“Early?” Nadedshiko tilted her head curiously as she wiped down her blade, although the motion ended up being mostly perfunctory: oddly the malevolent looking crimson blade was almost clean despite the carnage it had wrought seconds ago as if the blood had simply disappeared by itself. “My meeting was only scheduled for six thirty, I wonder why they wanted you two to start early?” Nadeshiko finished cleaning her weapon and gave a little nod to show she was satisfied, unfortunately the motion flicked a drop of blood from her cheek onto the formerly clean weapon and she was forced to dab at it with her thumb again. “Perhaps the inn I’m supposed to be meeting them in only does late breakfasts? It’s the one near the west gate, have either of you been?”
At the later start date, both Roku and Yukari perked up. Wordlessly, both looked at eachother and grunted with a nod before putting their hand in palm and shaking it to Rock-Paper-Scissors.
On the third silent 'Go', Roku slammed down rock, while Yukari landed paper.
Her shoulders shook in a quiet snicker before she turned towards Nadeshiko. “If you’d rather the earlier start, I can swap out with you.”
Roku slumped his shoulder with his head down, whispering several slurs against 'them damn white eyed folk' as he shook his head.
“Oh that would be-” Nadeshiko narrowed her eyes back to fox like slits as she took in disgruntled behavior of Roku with the smug aura of victory subtly radiating from her.
Nadeshiko’s weapon whirred, the blunt end rearing up to deliver a divine punishment in the form of two bonks to the foreheads of the two dangerous warriors. “No Gambling!” said Nadeshiko sternly, her hands on her hips and her cheeks puffed slightly. she sniffed. “And no clan slurs either,” she added as an afterthought, delivering a second bonk to Roku. “That kind of language can be very hurtful. Now you can both go to your own meeting times and reflect on your behavior while you do,”
“Ow! I’m sorry!” Yukari hissed as her mask cracked apart and fell to the floor. She groaned, rubbing the welt on her forehead. “Alright, alright, we’ll keep our original times then.”
"Uuuuuugh…." Roku squeaked as his hat went flying, slowly fluttering back and forth as it landed on his face up ass, his forehead embedded in the splintered wood. "You crazy ass b-" Roku's eyes opened wide as he realized Nadeshiko was now censoring for language. "Oh no…." He winced as the butt of Nadeshiko's weapon threatened him but didn't strike. He grabbed his hat and slowly got back up.
Shaking his head, the mischief left his eyes and Roku grew more somber. He scanned the scene of dead bodies they'd just dispatched, and the samurai who'd been in the lookout tower beforehand.
"Let's get you home… you deserve better…"
With that, he slammed his sword into the tower platform, flames starting to lick at the wood.
Roku sighed as the flames started to crackle, withdrawing his blade and sheathing once again.
"Good luck on your missions, you two. Though, I gotta ask. Anyone reckon they're just sending mooks at this point? Seems too easy… And I reckon they're up to something."
Roku leapt down with a crunch of snow, blood trailing as he dragged the downed samurai.
Yukari frowned, following behind him as he left. Her landing was far lighter than the swordsman’s. “Nothing good, knowing them. Big and loud has always been the Cloud’s style.”
“Steel has been drawn, but not yet swung,” said Nadeshiko, trailing behind the other two with a distant expression. “We are being studied, probed for the openings in our stance. But whatever their next move is it does not change our duty. They will come and we will cut them down,”
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