Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37 
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on Apr 16, 2018 9:08:11 GMT -8
Ísjakanum sized up the frail elder for a moment, as to get an idea of who he’s meeting. He then glanced behind the man, as if searching for another person. Not that his eyes — little more than slightly lighter spots on his face — bettayed the movement. “Is there another?” He mutters near inaudibly, before dismissing the notion. “I’m Ísjakanum.” A brief pause follows, as he prepares to ask his question. “I was told that mystical warriors who wore jade masks may reside in this land, and that you might know of them. I would appreciate any information you have on where I may find them.”
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Zu Fu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 102
Physical Description: Zu Fu is wrinkled and whether bitten and through his rigorous dedication to nature's magic his hair has scattered too. His elevated age is of course apparent, but apart from that his physical shape is like that of one half his age.
Clothes and Equipment: Zu Fu is wearing simple clothes and his beaded necklace.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 13:06:10 GMT -8
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Post by Zu Fu on Apr 16, 2018 12:55:11 GMT -8
"There is only me." Zu Fu said and smiled - his ears in pristine condition despite his elevated age. "It's good to meet you!" Zu Fu said and bowed again and listened to Isjakanum.
"Mystical warriors and jade masks... It's been a long time since I've heard the jade warriors mentioned." he said and mused and seemed to fade into a state of deep ponder. "I still remember it though... There were thirteen masks made from jade and shaped like one of the zodiac animals. The masks inhabit the zodiac animals' spirits, and as far as I'm informed they never left the spirit world and quite a few of them resides here in Tawakoshi still. Some with and some without a master to wield them. But those people who have taken on such a mask can be power hungry and dangerous individuals as well as the nicest and most inoffensive human beings there is." Zu Fu explained and took a long look at Isjakanum.
"So why is it that you want to find them so badly?" Zu Fu asked with a warm smile.
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Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on Apr 16, 2018 16:55:43 GMT -8
Ísjakanum listens as Zu Fu explains, taking in the information. He didn’t quite know everything that was mentioned, it gave him a good grasp on what these masks are.
The question surprises him, however it’s an understandable question. He contemplates how to respond, deciding after a moments deliberation. “I come from a place where strength is valued greatly. I simply wish to know if these people can possibly match the might of Ískaldur.”
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Zu Fu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 102
Physical Description: Zu Fu is wrinkled and whether bitten and through his rigorous dedication to nature's magic his hair has scattered too. His elevated age is of course apparent, but apart from that his physical shape is like that of one half his age.
Clothes and Equipment: Zu Fu is wearing simple clothes and his beaded necklace.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 13:06:10 GMT -8
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Post by Zu Fu on Apr 18, 2018 0:54:45 GMT -8
Zu Fu nodded and thought about Isjakanum's words. Crude as the words might sound it was a fact that even in civilized Tawakoshi strength was valued greatly too as shown by their martial traditions and samurai clans although 'strength' here was ultimately defined by how many soldiers you had under your command. "I see. Then you won't find stronger warriors in Tawakoshi than those." Zu Fu said with a slight smirk. "I happen to know the owner of the dog mask. Well actually he is a fond friend of mine - a wandering monk - but still a powerful warrior. Shibao Inuyama is his name, and as I remember from when I last met him a week or so ago, he was heading along the Nagai Road." Zu Fu explained. "You won't miss him, he carries a shrine on the back... And that's really all I need to tell you. The rest will be obvious when you meet him." Zu Fu said and chuckled before he bowed and took his leave. [Exit thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/2530/nagai-road ] |
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Ísjakanum
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Physical Description: A giant made of a living icy blue crystal and rock, standing 8 feet tall and nearly as wide. Light passes through his crystalline form and illuminates the area in which he stands erratically.
Clothes and Equipment: He has no weapons to speak of, although his two fists would serve as weapons well enough should there be a need.
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Registered: Mar 22, 2018 7:12:24 GMT -8
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Post by Ísjakanum on Apr 18, 2018 5:50:15 GMT -8
Ísjakanum nods as Zu Fu finishes speaking. “I suppose that’s where I’ll going next then. Thanks for your help.” He turns and walks back down the road to the gates, turning in the direction of the Nagai Road once he reaches the end.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jul 8, 2019 8:51:16 GMT -8
The civil war that had been long in coming was finally over and a bright new order was settling in over the land. Kojuro, now Lord Hizashi and head of the clan in his own right, was returning home to his birthplace and domain of Kiyonai. The daimyo’s procession returned from the Capital not as it had left - in the dark of night and the secrecy of the woods - but in victory and triumph along the main Nagai Road.
As they progressed, their number had dwindled. Aritomo Kumagai had left them at Kasen no Tochi, no longer a border post, but a castle central to Hizashi lands that looked out upon them in all directions. Katsutora Ikeda had gone south to his own lands, and still others of the Hizashi forces that had left Kiyonai for Jeoncho, such as Shogo Urabe, had stayed there, to take possession of the domain now held by Homura Hizashi on behalf of Genji’s unborn child. Yasuke hadn't even begun the journey back with them, instead having taken himself west to Quying to find his long-lost sister. It wasn't something Kojuro could begrudge, as much as he missed having his friend by his side.
Others, however, were headed all the way back to the Hizashi’s traditional stronghold in the mountains east of Kiyonai City. As well as Kojuro, the warriors and servants who had left with him, the lord was accompanied by the master archer Tsuru Ikeda as well as the wide-eyed boy Kojuro had taken on as a page – Homura and Kiri’s thirteen year old son, Masanori.
The procession drew many onlookers as it passed through the countryside, towns and villages. The imperial dragon banner flew alongside the Hizashi clan crest, and samurai armour gleamed in the late summer sunshine. But impressive as the column was, it was somber. Their old liege lord was dead, and all the clan was still in mourning for Lord Genji.
As the landscapes became more and more familiar and evoked more memories of home, Kojuro found a sense of urgency leaving him. He had wanted to make the journey back to Kiyonai as soon as logistics and politeness would allow. Although he would inevitably miss Genji’s funeral no matter how early they started out, the death of his uncle had hit him hard, and established a sense of homesickness he found hard to shake. Familiarity was comforting, and he missed the simplicity of Kiyonai life and its people, the beauty of its city, and most of all the loved ones left behind. It seemed like a different life in which he had left Nakatani waiting at the mansion for his safe return.
Eventually the Hizashi Mansion came into view nestled amongst the mountains, and he felt a certain easing of tension at the sight. The procession wound their way up the road to the gate and Kojuro heard the calls of the guards one to the other “Open the Gate! Lord Hizashi has arrived!”
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Nakatani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 389 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Nakatani used to be a Meiko (apprentice geisha) in Katashima. Currently she is in service of Lord Genji. She has a cute and small rounded face and long black hair, usually knotted in the old Geisha styles.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nakatani is almost always found wearing beautiful and elegant kimono's made of high quality silks and other fabrics.
When in the comfort of her own home, she will wear her hair down or in a ponytail with a natural look and a simple linnen kimono to keep herself comfortable, but she will rarely show herself that way in public.
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Registered: Jul 3, 2015 8:37:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nakatani on Jul 10, 2019 0:55:52 GMT -8
As soon as those words were said Naka's head raised towards the gates. She had waited for those words ever since she received word that Lord Hizashi was on his way home, that Kojuro was coming home. She had dressed in one of her most treasured Kimono's, it was pink with sakura blossom's printed all over the lower part. It was fitted with a beautiful mint green obi around her waist. It matched the softness of the colors of the summer perfectly. Her hair was done up in a fancy knot with a few pink ornaments in it to match.
She had thought long and hard if this had been the appropriate attire to meet him in after the death of his uncle was still so fresh. But she had decided that she wanted him to feel home, that she didn't want his death to be the first thing on his mind when she saw him.
She stared in the distance when the gates were opened, the party still a fair bit away for her to actually make out their faces. She could see the general shape of Kojuro's helmet and felt relieved. He was sitting on his own horse with his back straight, there was no way he could be injured looking that mighty and strong.
As the party drew closer, Naka's heart started to flutter. She had missed him so incredibly much. She had prayed for his safe return for nights on end. It was almost a dream to be able to see him again.
But as he drew closer and she could finally see his face clearly, she was reminded of everything he had been through for these last months. She could see the tiredness in his face, the grief he was carrying with him. He might have returned from the war physically unharmed, but he certainly had received a mental wound that would take a while to heal. Her heartbeat slowed and she realized that she had to put her selfishness aside. She had to be there for him now, support him in his grief and his troubles. That was her task.
When they finally made it through the gates Nakatani walked up to his horse, smiling sweetly at Kojuro. "Welcome back my Lord." she said with a warm voice, her love clearly resonating through it and made a courtesy bow before him.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jul 10, 2019 10:25:35 GMT -8
As soon as they were through the gates, Kojuro’s eyes alighted on Nakatani. She stood out, in her subtly colourful kimono, like a single flower. A smile broke across his face as she approached his horse, both relieved and longing. She was the first to welcome him home, and not only did it speak of her love for him, but represented to all her status within the clan whether she intended it or not.
“I’m glad to be home, Nakatani-san,” he replied, the warmth in his tone tempering the formality of his words. For a moment, he hesitated, considering the appropriateness of the situation, then discarding propriety, jumped down from his horse to be face to face with her, stopping short of taking her in his arms right then. After a moment of looking deep into her eyes, he turned. “Masanori!”
A young boy with a handsome appearance and golden-coloured eyes similar to Anzen’s dismounted his own horse and Kojuro tossed him his reins. “This is Nakatani, my consort.” The boy bowed hurriedly to Nakatani. “Nakatani-san this is my cousin Masanori, he’s come to stay with us and be my page.” To Masanori he said, “See to the stabling of the horses and make sure everyone has a place to stay tonight.”
Once the boy had bowed and set about his duties, the rest of the column began to file into the gates and Kojuro managed to draw Nakatani over to one side. With so much going on, they could snatch a few moments unobtrusively. “I missed you, Naka-chan,” he said quietly.
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Nakatani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 389
Age: 20
Physical Description: Nakatani used to be a Meiko (apprentice geisha) in Katashima. Currently she is in service of Lord Genji. She has a cute and small rounded face and long black hair, usually knotted in the old Geisha styles.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nakatani is almost always found wearing beautiful and elegant kimono's made of high quality silks and other fabrics.
When in the comfort of her own home, she will wear her hair down or in a ponytail with a natural look and a simple linnen kimono to keep herself comfortable, but she will rarely show herself that way in public.
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Registered: Jul 3, 2015 8:37:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nakatani on Aug 21, 2019 1:12:27 GMT -8
Her heart warmed when he called out her name, the thumping in her chest returning at once. Even though she wanted to put her own needs aside, she couldn't help but feel the butterflies in her stomach. Her love for him was something she found hard to control. When he dismounted her horse and stood close to her, she could feel herself blushing. She smiled sweetly to her, trying her very best to resist pushing herself into his arms and kiss him, longing to feel his hands in her hair like he always did when they kissed. She was almost glad when he called out another person's name, returning her to the reality of the situation. They were very much public.
As the young boy bowed before her she smiled at him and gave him a small bow back. "I am very glad to meet you, Masanori-san. Please feel welcome in the Hizashi estate." she said, her smile never wielding. Sayuri-san had drilled her for hours, trying to explain the proper amount of bow giving for the status of the people she would meet. She still struggled with it most of the time, but seemed to get more of a hang for it. As just a maid anyone would have been higher in ranking then her and she had always learned to bow low. It was a big change to now have people bow low to her instead.
When the party started to move around her, Nakatani started to take in the faces of all the man that were returning. Making note of who she saw, but more importantly of the ones she didn't. She would be sure to visit the quarters of the samurai later, she wanted to know if any of the ones who had always been so kind to her had perished in the battle.
She soon forgot about this when Kojuro pulled her aside though. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the sparkle in there that she so loved. "I missed you too... I have been so worried about you," she said softly and almost moved up to kiss him when she noticed something else in his eyes. She immediately cast her eyes down, she forgot about the most important part again, driven by her own selfish need of being with him. "I am so sorry for your loss Koju-kun."
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Sept 1, 2019 11:54:45 GMT -8
“No need to worry about me, I had Yasuke and Wuppo to protect me,” he reassured her. Even though in reality he had come very close to being chopped into two bits by Oguro Suezo, and bore a new scar from their meeting, he didn't want Nakatani to worry about that right now.
“For all our loss, Naka-chan, I know it must be hard for you too,” Kojuro replied. After all, Genji had been Nakatani's benefactor, the patron that lifted her away from the life of a geisha, and eventually into the the position of a lady. There was so much he owed to Genji. “It's so strange coming back here knowing that Uncle Genji isn't waiting for me to report to him.” How would it feel to be living in the mansion again without the former lord's strong presence filling the rooms and halls?
“How have you been?” he asked. “Not working too hard I hope? Was my father any trouble?” Though Ryuzo had assured him that he was accepting of Nakatani once his plans had been thoroughly thwarted, Kojuro had to wonder whether that was as true behind his back as to his face.
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Anzen Hizashi
Committed
Have I lost you again, my best friend?
Roleplay posts: 89
Age: 24
Physical Description: Height: 5’4”
Weight: 130 lbs
Build: Lithe
Eyes:
Color: Golden Brown
Shape: Rounded, more-so than usual
Hair:
Color: Midnight black
Style: When working, it would be pulled back into a long ponytail - waist length - with two locks of hair barely to her chin left out in front of her ears. The pony tail would be held up with a piece of jade-coloured ribbon.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing: Typically seen in a kimono that was mostly a plum purple that faded to a beautiful magenta diagonally from waist to bottom. In the transition would be a multitude of flowers varying in sizes, each one either a pale blue, lavender, or a powder pink. The obi around her waist would be a pale yellow obi, the obi-jime would be golden, and the obi-age a faint pink. She preferred to wear tabi and zori on her feet.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head. The only other must-have item she would carry, would be a twig of bamboo with one end sharpened into a point.
Registered: May 22, 2017 11:26:05 GMT -8
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Post by Anzen Hizashi on May 23, 2020 17:30:01 GMT -8
It was a beautiful day, wasn't it? The sun was shining, birds were singing, and only a few stray clouds drifted lazily across the sky. It was days like this, in Anzen's opinion, that brought out the best in people and cured depression. Despite still being in her black kimono, Anzen actually walked with her head held higher than she had in months, a soft smile on her face and with life shining behind her eyes. A couple of steps behind her, a samurai in white and blue, who it seems she had trapped into listening to her babble about her most recent readings. Apparently she was facinated by the idea of using fish skin to help heal burn wounds?
It wouldn't be until she got close to the gates that Anzen slowed her step and quit talking, allowing the samurai to step beside her and gain permission to enter the Mansion - her beloved home.
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
Registered: May 19, 2017 13:09:44 GMT -8
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on May 23, 2020 19:38:26 GMT -8
Behind Anzen, with his hair slightly unkempt and his eyes averted to the ground, followed Setoku. After all was said and done, it was decided he would escort her back to her home, a former place of his as well. All though her conversation was fascinating enough, he didn't seem to actually be paying attention, his mind elsewhere.
"Hai, Anzen-sama, it would be a rather interesting way, along with efficient to cure some of the lower degree burns."
He answered dutifully, before he came to a stop at her side, his eyes casually viewing the guard before them. It had been years, he doubted he was remembered by any but Anzen herself, but he bowed his head quietly, and awaited if Anzens merit alone would get him in.
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