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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 17:10:10 GMT -8
Sano shrugged a shoulder. "If you say so, Captain."
He pushed away from the table, then paused, reached over for the cup of wine that Akira had refused to drink, and drank it for him. He gave a shake of his head as he set both cups down side by side. "I can feel the poison already," he joked.
He stepped outside of the room to leave Akira to it. His walk was nonchalant and cavalier as he moved around the men. Akira's men seemed to take cues from the way that the men already at the station immediately showed Sano respect. It didn't seem like Sano was an alpha male, and yet, so far the example had been that these new, uncorrupted men followed his orders as if he was some sort of military general.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2016 9:16:59 GMT -8
The open call for any one able-bodied and willing to endure the hardships of becoming one of the Empress' Glorious Hundred was heard by Mitzushima, loud and clear. The edicts had even gone up in a few pocket villages outside of the Aokigahara Forest, and people had traveled.
The gossip had traveled even further. The Empress, creating her own guard. The Empress, cleaning out her father's influence. The Empress, disavowing her father's influence. They came in droves, and they crowded into the Soichigune, men of all sizes and all ages, some who were able-bodied, some who weren't. There were even a few women that dared within that number, but mostly, people wanted to watch who would be chosen.
They wanted to see the trials.
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Yukihasu Akira
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Physical Description: Akira is of average height and rather handsome, with long black hair and dark brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to wear the traditional casual garb of the samurai, though his is slightly worn from travelling. Occasionally he wears a wide-rimmed straw hat, but he always carries his signature weapons: a samurai's katana and wakizashi at his hip and a shinobi's ninjato rolled up in his sleeping pack.
He carries various other miscellaneous weapons and tools on him, including knives and a chain hidden in his kimono.
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Post by Yukihasu Akira on Jan 9, 2016 0:19:47 GMT -8
After his secret meetings with the Empress, Akira was now back in the Soichigune and running day-to-day operations of the Glorious Hundred. A fine name he thought, chosen by the Empress herself; the Hyaku Eiko... Surely a name that would be remembered for a thousand years.
And Akira would be remembered as the man who first led it. The first and finest commander. The man who led them into battle as many times as he was required, yet never lost one. He could just imagine the tales that would be told... But for now, he had to create that army. He could not get ahead of himself too soon - it was a dangerous thing to be caught up in glory that was not yet his.
He stepped out of his office building and into the courtyard, where the hundreds of potential candidates had arrived in the barracks and stood to wait instruction. They were men of all shapes and sizes; some were little more than children, others seasoned veterans made clear through their scars. Akira marched in front of them; silent, eyes piercing like an eagle's as he looked for weakness and disease. He would pick only the strongest, only the men who stood with the conviction of a trained samurai, only the men who weren't afraid to look him in the eyes to join the trials.
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Post by Shiniga Clan on Jan 9, 2016 7:46:42 GMT -8
In the lovely mix was one dozen Shiniga Samurai who were in plain clothing. They all carried their swords, but these Samurai were to blend in. As Akira starred at them, these men offered a starw just the same. These men were spread out for more probability to join. Akira would notice something about these Samurai that was different, starting with their irises for the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 13:47:45 GMT -8
Sano was present, although not inside the office. He was casually leaning against a column facing the crowds. Tables had been set up by his men, with scrolls and brushes of ink on each and every one. He had already advised that every single man would have to state their name, age, hometown, and daimyo of influence if they even wanted to be considered just among the group that may advance to the trial to get into bootcamp.
The Empress did not want to waste time on liars, spies, or more corrupt individuals, and she did not want to waste time on men that could not come up to snuff. If they were younger than 17, they were out. If they were older than 30, they were out. If they served certain daimyo lords, they were out. And all of the names would be investigated during their time at bootcamp, and if lies, scandal, or any untoward news about an individual was discovered at that time, they were out.
She wanted absolute loyalty to her. Not any loyalty that could be divided between herself and a samurai lord. Loyalty to her, and her alone. So for this reason, any ronin that wanted to join would be investigated thoroughly... and no samurai that held any allegiance to any clan would be accepted.
Sano took out a knife and begun to slice into a plum, glancing up when Akira made his way out. He had already spotted the samurai that came in. For all that they dressed like peasants, they held themselves like lords and were easily picked out. For a moment, Sano wondered what the point was of even trying to blend in.
Then again, Sano figured that they should have expected this.
"You're in for a long day, Captain," Sano said jovially from Akira's left. The man didn't appear to take anything seriously. "I hope you had a restful night."
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Yukihasu Akira
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Roleplay posts: 10
Physical Description: Akira is of average height and rather handsome, with long black hair and dark brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to wear the traditional casual garb of the samurai, though his is slightly worn from travelling. Occasionally he wears a wide-rimmed straw hat, but he always carries his signature weapons: a samurai's katana and wakizashi at his hip and a shinobi's ninjato rolled up in his sleeping pack.
He carries various other miscellaneous weapons and tools on him, including knives and a chain hidden in his kimono.
Registered: Dec 17, 2015 18:12:56 GMT -8
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Post by Yukihasu Akira on Jan 10, 2016 15:04:13 GMT -8
"I believe I've slept enough. I once had to stretch three hours of sleep into near five days of exhaustion and vigilance - by the end I was almost delusional, so I highly doubt that I will be unable to finish these trials," Akira told Sano, his hand resting on the two swords that were strapped to his hip.
Suddenly, he pointed at two men with two fingers of a single hand. "You two. Leave."
He didn't state the reason for the decline. Perhaps he saw a serious fault with them or perhaps he simply didn't like them; Akira had no need to explain himself. If anyone demanded an answer, then they too would be kicked out.
"Sano, feel free to join me. If you don't like the look of a man, tell him to leave. I would rather only deal with the men who pass your own selection, but there are many and it would be rude of me to leave you all this work."
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