~~~ Swords in the Moon ~~~
Night 8 - Conclusion
Hour of the Boar
Kato Danzo was meditating on his bamboo mat. He could sit on it for hours contemplating the meaning of power. Real power. Ultimate power. The power of life and death. Occasionally, he took a nibble from the bowl of rice in front of him.
A masked warrior entered his tent and fell prone on the floor.
“Sensei,” the warrior uttered, “the hour has come near. We seek your guidance.”
Kato paused for a second and replied, “A wise man once said, strength is not found in skill in battle, it is found in wisdom...”
He reached into the folds of his kimono, and pulled out a handful of dust. With a wave of his hand, he sprinkled it over the rice bowl and pushed the bowl towards his student. The student quickly snatched the bowl of rice, bowed, and began to retreat from the tent.
Kato held up his hand and said “I have one more gift for you, an old curio from Tanegashima…”
He reached into his black chest and pulled out a long object wrapped in cloth.
~~~
Hour of the Rat
Yamamoto Kansuke (Gobledeygook) was standing guard at the campfire outside his master’s tent. Despite the injury he was determined to defend Takeda to his last breath. He had been in his service for many years, following him into battle after battle. He felt regret and deep sorrow; the dead of his two fellow swordmaster was a huge blow, not just for the Takeda clan, but for him, personally. Through the years, they had become close friends, brothers. He would get his revenge. His facial expression became grim and determined.
As he was reflecting on the past days, something drew his attention. He thought he caught a glimpse of something moving on the other side of the fire. He peered intently through the flames.
He didn’t notice the hand holding a log coming down from the darkness and cracking his skull. Yamamoto slumped to the ground. The killer smashed his face with the log four times, grabbed him by the foot and dragged his dead body into the flames.
~~~
Hour of the Rat
Lord Takeda (CountArach) retreated to his room for some much needed rest. The last few weeks’ events had been stressful on him. Creature comforts like supper, a clean shave, and a good night’s sleep kept him from losing his mind. He called out to his attendant, asking for his supper and a cauldron of hot water.
The servant walked in with his head bowed and covered in a hood. No lowly servant dared to gaze directly into the face of this great daimyo. He wheeled in a cauldron of hot water, silently left the tent and returned with a silver platter with Lord Takeda’s supper.
The mighty Lord scarfed down the food in front of him and turned his attention to the cauldron behind him. Suddenly, the ground gave way under his feet. The peak of the tent looked like it was as tall as a mountain. He stumbled and caught his grip on the cauldron.
A pair of strong hands grabbed his neck from behind and forced his head underwater. Takeda Nobushige twitched for about a minute, and then entered eternal slumber.
~~~
Hour of the Tiger
The samurai known as Hamano Michiyo (Sasaki Kojiro) had a late night. He was getting ready for bed when he heard commotion outside his room.
Still wearing his armor and daisho, he charged outside and saw that the samurai who was supposed to be standing guard was missing.

Suddenly two explosions rang out from the darkness to his right. Splinters flew from his armor, and his chest felt like it was on fire. With pure determination and despite his injuries, he drew his Wakizashi and leapt on the man closest to him. The only way this brave man would die, would be in battle! In the clash both men lost their weapons. They rolled in the dirt twice, but the older samurai's experience won out. He managed to pin his assassin under him. With one hand he reached for his tanto, and with the other, pulled off the man’s mask. He was taken aback! He couldn’t believe this loyal samurai was actually an assassin sent to kill him. Still flabbergasted, he opened his mouth to scream the killer’s name. At that moment a second attacker swung his katana, and separated the victim’s head from his body. The assassin reached a hand to his accomplice and they disappeared into the darkness, taking with them the head of their victim.
Awakened by the shots of the arquebus and the ensuing tussle, the whole camp of sleepy samurai poured outside to investigate. When the crowd gathered in front of Lord Takeda’s room, a horrible
site befell them. Their master’s body lay dead on the ground, next to the body of his bodyguard. They also saw the beheaded body of one of their fellow samurai, still grasping a tanto in his hand. Who was he? They stood in a circle unsure of what to do next. Suspicious eyes darted around the
crowd. Who did this? Was it the man on my right, or him, or him, or him?
Before they knew it, it was dawn.
~~~
Day 8 - Disaster?
Hour of the Rabbit
One of the samurai standing on the courtyard mounted the platform. “It looks like our Lord died last night.” He picked up the scroll that was already placed there, ready for the usual proceedings.
“Our Lord has decided that the following duel should take place…” the samurai paused and looked surprised. He then looked up and nodded towards Shinohara Yuuko (Yaropolk) and Fujimoto Kazunari (atheotes). Both men stepped forward. The samurai standing on the platform opened his mouth to continue.
“Yeah, yeah, no armor, no hidden weapons, just katana and wakizashi. We know the drill,” Shinohara interrupted.
The samurai on the platform started shaking his head. “No,” he said, “our master has ordered both Shinohara Yuuko and Fujimoto Kazunari to commit seppuku without further hesitation.”
“What?” Fujimoto exclaimed. “This can’t be true! Let us see that scroll!” Both duelists mounted the platform and watched the scroll. Several others did the same.
“It’s true! Why would our master have taken such a decision?”
The samurai who got on the platform first shrugged. “We need to obey our master.”
“Now that he’s dead, shouldn’t we all commit seppuku?” another samurai asked.
“No,” the first one answered. “His son, Takeda Katsuyori, his now his heir. The young boy needs us. We need to dispose of the remaining ninja and return to our new lord as soon as possible.” He looked towards Shinohara Yuuko and Fujimoto Kazunari and continued: “Both of you, carry out our Lord’s last orders.”
Both samurai seemed to hesitate, but several others unsheated their swords, making it clear that, if they wouldn’t take their lives honorably, their comrades would kill them.
~~~
Shinohara and Fujimoto sat down and unsheated their wakizashi. Two samurai took positions behind them.
Both men opened the belt of their kimono’s. They knew that there was no time for a death poem or some dreaming; both felt the sense of urgency in the air. Almost simulteanously, they pierced their sharp short swords into their belly. The kaishakunin standing behind them ended their suffering very quick.
After the bodies were quickly put on burning woodpiles, the samurai started to gather, trying to find the killers of their Lord.
~~~
Alive (16):
GeneralHankerchief
FactionHeir
Caius
Ichigo
Wishazu
White_Eyes:D
Stephen Assen
Rhyfelwyr
Beskar
Kagemusha
Chimpyang
Yoyoma1910
Seamus Fermanagh
woad&fangs
ajaxfetish
Dutch_guy
Killed (27):
Khazaar
spL1tp3r50nal1ty
Lord Winter
The Spartan
Iskander III
Shinseikhaan
Olavi
Thermal Mercury
Chaotix27
pevergreen
Gregoshi
Reenk Roink
LittleGrizzly
Louis VI the Fat
Crazed Rabbit
A Very Super Market
Glenn
Husar
Death is yonder
Haudegen
Captain Blackadder
glyphz
Banquo's Ghost
Kukrikhan
Sasaki Kojiro
CountArach
Gobbledygook
Fallen in battle (8):
Northnovas
Ignoramus
El Diablo
YLC
Beefy187
AggonyDuck
Yaropolk
atheotes
Lynched (7):
Askthepizzaguy
Sigurd
shlin28
TosaInu
TinCow
Quintus.JC
Peasant Phill
WoG/Suicide (6):
Xehh II
Jolt
Beaver
Tristan de Castelreng
Psychonaut
taka
~~~
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