Session Report: 11 June 2021
Tournament Quarterfinals
General Summary
In this session of Tsuwamono, the following events transpired:
Fubuki vs. Randi Carter1559年11日16月 Independent Match 1 (Morning)
Shimonoseki
Historical Entry: Fubuki vs. Randi Carter
Dawn arrived, the sun rose, and the Mōri Clan's Martial Arts Tournament began once again. Each of the Hashinara Cardinal Generals had opted to attend this morning in the company of their retinues. Each, that is, except Hashinara Yoshitakatomo, whose personal business kept her* in the Dreamlands for now. In place of the Daimyō, Sheele Hashinara Kiyowara took her* spot in the box. Other guests might be forgiven, however, for assuming that Tōdaisen Nobuhara was the clan's true representative. As was familiar by this point, Mōri Motonari and her wife Kikkawa no Myōkyū took turns welcoming the various dignitaries and announcing the day's events. First among these was the independent quarterfinals. Those who succeeded would proceed to the semifinals. Between Fubuki and Randi Carter, who would claim this honor? Odds seemed to be generally on the cold-eyed oni, but one voice cried out in support of Randi as the two took to the field. This rather loud Kyūso had apparently dropped quite a hefty bet on the Dreamer and was expecting a great payout in return when she won. Soon after their introduction, Fubuki and Randi Carter had taken up position on opposite sides of the arena. They both readied their arms—a greatsword for Randi and a fluid rapier for Fubuki—then stood ready as Kikkawa no Myōkyū called the match to action. It was obvious that Fubuki had the initiative as the oni stormed across the canal and stung at her* opponent with the watery rapier. Randi dodged, just avoiding the attack, but opted not to counterattack. Fubuki, too, did not strike again. Instead, she* grew a pair of black, Tengu-like wings and flapped over to stand on a nearby pillar. Although now in a prime position to respond, Randi showed little interest in chasing her opponent. Instead, she concentrated, taking on a defensive posture as she began to draw magical energy from the surrounding area. Fubuki watched carefully. That was a Creation spell of some sort, but even the oni's dark eyes could not determine exactly which one. Readying a counterspell, Fubuki waited to see what would happen next. At first, Randi did not use the ambient magic she'd accumulated. Rather, she called on that innate ability for magical creation shared by all Dreamers. In previous matches, she'd used this ability to great effect in trapping her enemies. This time, Randi created something different. With a burst of displaced air, an enormous stone statue appeared in the arena dirt behind her. Fully thirty-five feet in height, the portrayed figure was clearly humanoid, but vague in feature. At its conjuring, Fubuki nearly released her* own counterspell, but realized in time that it would have no effect here. This was not true magic, but an ability which mimicked it. Randi still had her accumulated energy. That didn't last for long, as the little Dreamer proceeded to cast another spell straightaway. This one was canceled as Fubuki released a Magic Destruction spell, destroying Randi's weave. Such interference earned Fubuki a slight scowl, but Randi still didn't move. It seemed as though she had some kind of plan involving that statue. To guard against some unpleasant possibilities, Fubuki cast a Physical Control spell on it. It was inanimate now, so the magic didn't do anything, but should it somehow come to life, Fubuki would have control over it so long as the spell was maintained. The oni's prediction quickly came true, although not in the way she* might have expected. Randi put her all into gathering up as much magic as possible, then finally cast the spell she'd been working at: Fuse. When the dust cleared, Randi and the statue had become one. Its shape now much resembled the Dreamer, although now several times her original height with a sandy, stony countenance to her skin. Her weapon had grown as well. Fubuki suddenly found an immense, building-sized greatsword being swung down at her*. Fortunately, the attack was hurried. What's more, Randi's size had increased, but her skill was still no match for the legendary Black Blade. Fubuki parried the strike, then grew in size to match her* opponent. The crowd was in uproar now, cheers and jeers swarming around the two titans in the arena. Some of its more learned members took note as well. Randi's transformation had been easy to magically track, but Fubuki's was less so. It seemed as though the mysterious swordswoman was a shapeshifter of some sort; much more than she seemed. Now towering over the stands, the two exchanged a few blows. Fubuki's weapons had not grown, so she* instead fought with fists. A few strikes did little to damage Randi's stone skin, but the Black Blade was far from out of tricks. Reaching out, Fubuki managed to grab a weak hold onto Randi's forearm as the other extended for an attack. A light touch was all that was required. Fubuki channeled an overwhelming burst of pure ki through the rocky arm and into its body beyond. Subjected to such intense life energy, everything inorganic burst and shattered. Stone shards rained to the ground until all that remained was the construct's organic core: Randi herself. The girl was bruised and scratched, her plan had collapsed like the rubble around her, but she was still game to fight. With few tricks left in the Dreamer's sleeves, however, it quickly became apparent how the battle would end. Fubuki shrank back down and, with a brief taunt, took advantage of Randi's imbalance to step within her guard. The oni's fist came around like a hammer and struck a glancing blow on her* opponent's head. Only the most powerful in the crowd could sense reality stutter and skip. A few seconds rewound, then the oni's fist came around like a hammer and struck a powerful blow on her* opponent's head. Randi's eyes went blank as she fell into the rocks surrounding her. She was still breathing, still largely unharmed, but clearly unconscious. A clear victory for Fubuki. Unlike many of the tournament's matches so far, this one hadn't ended in a death. That much was to Fubuki's credit. The swordswoman had clearly gone for an incapacitating finisher rather than a killing blow. As such, Randi didn't require any urgent medical attention. Fubuki lifted the girl's sleeping form off those jagged rocks and carried her back to their place in the stands. Except... Something strange was happening there. When she* descended into the arena, Fubuki had only brought two weapons with her*. Of course, anyone who'd been paying even a little attention knew that the oni had a veritable plethora of weapons in her* possession. Those other blades were bundled up and left with Taira no Tokuko and Aka no Kitsunebi when the match had begun. Now, a quartet of strange, green, sticky humanoids were attempting to make away with that same bundle. It wasn't clear if they knew just what was inside, but the mochi monsters' eyes were filled with a certain determination that left little doubt about their intentions. Tokuko faced off against one as Fubuki approached. A coating of green sweet paste across the Taira heiress and the ground around her hinted at a previous encounter. This one was not to end so violently, however. Before Fubuki could even make the stands at her* own considerable speed, Aotsuki Tsukamoto was there. He scooped up the bundle before any of the creatures could lay their sticky little hands on it, then took a stance indicating that he wasn't about to let it go again. The Mochi Minions seemed to realize this, and they obviously weren't here for a fight. The quartet backed off, then eventually broke into a fleeing run. Only one remained: a pink mochi that had appeared with its companions at some point in the confusion. It looked up to Aotsuki with a sweet, almost apologetic expression, then ran off to join its bretheren. That was strange, but perhaps not the strangest thing that had happened throughout the tournament. Mōri Motonari noted that the situation had resolved itself without her input, then called the next two competitors down from the stand even as Fubuki reclaimed her* seat.1559年11月16日 Independent Match 2 (Morning)
Shimonoseki
Historical Entry: Ono Shigeyuki vs. Honda Tadakatsu
With a minor incident in the stands resolved, the collected faces in the arena were free to focus their attention back on the next match. Both fighters had already taken to the field. On the left: Ono Shigeyuki, Twin Wall of the Tachibana Clan and a known potent force on the battlefield. Opposite her: Honda Tadakatsu, the so-called Invincible Warrior, formerly of the Tokugawa Clan, now operating independently. For all of Shigeyuki's strength, none had ever yet seen Honda Tadakatsu so much as scratched by a single attack. The odds therefore swung heavily in the demoness' favor. Ono Shigeyuki tensed, but Honda Tadakatsu merely looked bored as Kikkawa no Myōkyū officially started the match. In an instant, the demoness realized that her opponent had miscalculated. Shigeyuki wasn't exactly taken off-guard by the start of the match, but neither did she move fast enough to match Tadakatsu. In an instant, the Invincible Warrior was across the field with a powerful strike that took advantage of her opponent's relaxed guard. The first blow slid past Shigeyuki's spear, Tonbōgiri slicing through the Twin Wall's heavy armor with little resistance. It was a brutal blow, but Ono Shigeyuki's impressive physique was not just for show. She withstood it, and prepared to block the next. This attack, too, came from below her spear's guard and sliced into Shigeyuki's stomach. She was staggering now. It was indeed impressive that she'd taken two barely-mitigated strikes from Honda Tadakatsu's legendary Tonbōgiri, but even the untrained in the audience could tell that another blow would fell the Wall. That third attack came all too quickly—before Shigeyuki could recover. This time, Tadakatsu angled her spear upward, slicing past Otegine and straight into her opponent's skull. Shigeyuki should have died instantly. Tonbōgiri should have sliced straight through flesh and bone and wiped the Twin Wall's consciousness from this world. Instead, in a show of incredible fortitude, Shigeyuki stood her ground. A great red gash upon her forehead poured blood down over her eyes and nose, but the Twin Wall had not even lost consciousness. More than anything else, Honda Tadakatsu looked surprised. Most of her opponents in this battle had fallen after one, or perhaps two strikes from her legendary spear. This one had not only survived three, but had taken the full brunt of a lethal attack without faltering. With a devilish grin, Tadakatsu lowered her weapon and turned to the Mōri box. Her words echoed through the suddenly-silent arena, and few could believe what they'd heard. Honda Tadakatsu forfeited the match. Immediately, arguments broke out in clusters throughout the crowd. Only Mōri Motonari's voice, carrying with her tone of authority, cut through the chaos. This was an unprecedented situation, and a decision had to be made. On one hand, Honda Tadakatsu had clearly been the more powerful fighter. None who saw that match could earnestly believe that Ono Shigeyuki stood a sliver of a chance against the demoness and her brutal spear. However, it would be against the Mōri Clan's own established rules to ignore a declaration of forfeit. It was therefore a problem of whether the spirit of the rules, that the most skilled and powerful fighter should advance, or their literal interpretation should be honored. Rather than make an immediate decision on her own, Motonari instead turned the question to the other great leaders in the audience. First to speak was Ashikaga Yoshiaki. Although technically Shogun of Japan, her hold on power was weak and few truly recognized her rule. Still, Mōri Motonari seemed intent on paying honor to the rank, if not the person, and had treated Yoshiaki as her title demanded on more than one occasion. This time, the Shogun's proclamation was simple: The weak deserve nothing. Because Honda Tadakatsu had obviously been the stronger of the two, the victory should go to her regardless of the forfeiture. Next was Phaenarete, delegate of the Alexandrian diplomatic group currently staying in Shimonoseki. The Alexandrians had kept a relatively low profile during their stay, although many theorized that all this pageantry, the tournament and everything it contained, was orchestrated by Motonari specifically to impress these foreign dignitaries. Still, Phaenarete's general silence up to this point made many in the crowd even more interested to hear her opinion on this matter. Like Yoshiaki, Phaenarete put it simply: To honor law over chaos, Honda Tadakatsu's wishes must be given weight. Two leaders had spoken, and both had voiced contradicting opinions. Therefore, it fell to the last major power in the arena to break the stalemate. Hashinara Yoshiyuki, however, was nowhere to be seen. In truth, the Hashinara Clan Daimyō was in the Dreamlands at the time, watching events here through her* Sheele, Hashinara Kiyowara. Therefore, Motonari directed the question instead to Tōdaisen Nobuhara. She was confident that he could relay a message from the elusive princess, and her confidence was not misplaced. Soon, Nobuhara offered words directly from the Daimyō's mouth: In a contest of strength, Honda Tadakatsu's overwhelming victory had come before her decision to forfeit. The win should be Tadakatsu's. Motonari did not argue. Two of the three other leaders present had made their decisions, and so she granted the victory to Honda Tadakatsu. The demoness seemed annoyed at this result, but not angry. Instead, some noticed her gaze lingering on Ono Shigeyuki. Aotsuki Tsukamoto, in particular, got the disturbing impression that Tadakatsu was not entirely finished with this encounter. She seemed to have some kind of plans for Shigeyuki. For now, the match was over, and both parties returned to the stands, one a bloody mess and the other entirely untouched.1559年11月16日 Independent Match 3 (Morning)
Shimonoseki
Historical Entry: Maxim vs. Gotō Mototsugu
Perhaps there were a few more incidents of interest happening in the stands at this point, but none of them were interesting enough to draw attention away from the morning's third match. This battle saw Maxim of The Wolfpack and more broadly the Hashinara Clan, facing off against Gotō Mototsugu, a ghost. Mototsugu boasted a unique fighting style which involved splitting her top half from her bottom half and distracting her opponent with repeated kicks from behind. It had been strangely effective up to this point. Whether the same tactic would play out against a heavily armored veteran like Maxim, however, seemed doubtful. Odds weighed quite solidly in the Knight Commander's favor. As she had for the previous two matches, Kikkawa no Myōkyū called this one to action. Mototsugu proceeded to immediately imbalance the odds by flying a hundred feet into the air. It became quickly obvious that Maxim couldn't match that. He remained on the ground, ready to fight, but unable to reach his opponent as they swapped a few words. Soon, realizing that she wasn't in any danger, Mototsugu got comfortable. She laid out on her side, lounging in the air as she lamented that she didn't have any drink to keep her company. There Maxim seized upon an opportunity. He promised to buy Mototsugu a drink that evening if she'd come down and fight him. The ghost agreed. It seemed just as likely that she'd taken the offer because she was bored as because of the drink, but Mototsugu did warn Maxim that her tastes were expensive as she flew down to engage him. The severed samurai's lower half wound around Maxim's back and started kicking him in the rear as expected. Despite his armor, the ghostly foot passed straight through to impact the patoot within. Not a slaying blow, but certainly distracting enough. It quickly became apparent, however, that the matchup did indeed weigh in Maxim's favor. Even a solid strike from Mototsugu could not seem to actually damage the foreign dreadnought. The more keen-eyed amongst the audience spotted something red and thin winding around between and within the gaps in his armor. Was that absorbing the damage somehow? Maxim did not wait to counterattack. After two powerful, ki-infused blows, Mototsugu surrendered before the third could land. There was a fine chance another hit could kill her. Again. When a ghost died, it wasn't as easy to come back as for a human with a soul inside their meat. Gotō Mototsugu was her soul, and couldn't take that risk lightly. When all was done, Maxim even looked a bit disappointed. He'd been expecting more, perhaps, from a fighter who had made it all this way. The Knight Commander's own growth, even since joining this tournament, could not be discredited, however.1559年11月16日 Independent Match 4 (Morning)
Shimonoseki
Historical Entry: Hōjō Ujiteru vs. Momo
The last match of that morning was, perhaps, the most unknown of the four. In previous battles, watchers had a pretty strong idea of which competitor would walk away the victor. Between Hōjō Ujiteru and Momo, however, the odds seemed a lot more even. Both fighters were fairly unknown. Indeed, it was a bit of a surprise either had made it this far. At the same time, they had both displayed unique fighting prowess that made them opponents to be respected; Ujiteru with her great invisible protector, and Momo with a kick that could shatter oni bones. From above, Mōri Motonari and Kikkawa no Myōkyū welcomed the competitors to the field. Ujiteru took up position on the left, with Momo stretching and bouncing in place to the right. The crowd hushed until Myōkyū bid the fighters to begin their match. It became obvious that Momo could have acted in those first few moments, if she chose. Neither Ujiteru nor her invisible creature were as quick as a Hare of Inaba. The usagi opted not to make a move, however. Instead, she took a defensive posture and began accumulating her ki. It seemed as though that kick of hers wasn't something that could be used without preparation. In response, Ujiteru seemed to merely concentrate. As the audience had been expecting, an invisible set of enormous teeth seemed to suddenly close around Momo and attempted to crush her. The usagi had been ready for it, but she was still taken off-guard by the sheer ferocity of the attack. Bone cracked. Momo's left arm hung at a distressing angle, blunt marks still indented into her flesh. Even after such an injury, however, the Hare of Inaba was not about to give up. She readied to jump and... Disaster struck. The invisible creature attacked again more quickly than anyone could have predicted. At the same time, Ujiteru herself raised a hand. Crackling lightning leaped from her palm, psychic rather than magical in nature, and attempted to ground itself in the rising rabbit. In a stunning display of aerobatics, Momo twisted through a row of fangs she couldn't see, then used an invisible skull as a platform to launch herself high into the air. The lightning bolt from Ujiteru grazed her thigh, but Momo was already moving too quickly for a direct hit. She came down in an arc, over the unseen creature in the center of the arena, knee cocked back. As Momo reached Ujiteru, her foot snapped outward with a crack like a whip. The momentum and sheer force of the blow was far too much for the Hōjō girl's untrained body. Ujiteru's torso caved inward and she was dead before she hit the ground. At the same moment, a thunderous boom echoed through the arena as air rushed to fill a sudden, massive gap in its center. It seemed Ujiteru's immense helper had not survived her death. Momo looked a little sheepish, but happy as she cradled her broken arm. It might not have been her intent to kill the girl, but in the life-or-death circumstances, her use of force seemed appropriate. As the usagi returned to her family in the stands, a pair of white-veiled priestesses came from below to take Ujiteru's body. The fourth match was over, and the quarterfinals concluded.1559年11月16日 06:00-09:00 (Morning)
Shimonoseki
Historical Entry: Mōri Tournament: Independent Quarterfinals
Starting with the dawn, the Mōri Martial Arts Tournament once again saw a fine turnout from all across the land. Either all these generals had some manner of quick transportation, comparable to the Hashinara Clan's teleportation network, or they were staying in Shimonoseki for the duration. Perhaps a combination of both. The morning proceeded with a series of intense fights and only a single death. Once all was done, Fubuki, Honda Tadakatsu, Maxim, and Momo would be advancing to the independent semifinals. Accounts of their matches can be found elsewhere. During and after the bouts, however, a few other events of interest were happening throughout the crowd. An astute observer might have recalled a certain loud voice in the stands shouting her support for Randi Carter during that first match. The owner of that voice made her way across the stands not long after the fight. Her purpose was singular: to make up the loss of money from Fubuki's victory. This little kyūso, Hisashi Juju, knew a good bit about luck. She was a student of the Beast of Good Fortune, Kotobuki, after all. With those credentials, she'd been able to notice what few others could: Fubuki had altered luck in her* favor more than once in the match. In fairness, Fubuki couldn't really deny that. She* had definitely called upon the blessings of Amatsu-Mikaboshi to swing the odds in her* favor. That said, it wasn't exactly against the rules. Juju was not to be placated. She demanded recompense, a thousand koku! Not deflections, nor cryptic phrases, nor even association with a Binbōgami could sway the kyūso from her righteous path. Eventually, Fubuki gave in. The other's demands weren't entirely without merit. What's more, Juju knew how to sweeten the deal. By accepting a bit more capital than she'd lost from the bet, the mouse promised to multiply that investment for Fubuki. All she'd need was a place to work. When told that she'd have access to a flying casino as a base, the deal was sealed. Hisashi Juju took her money and effectively joined the Matsumoto Family. At about the same time, a similar deal was taking place in the Hashinara box. Young mistress Chōko Dufour had mistaken Hashinara Kiyowara for a noble child. It was an understandable assumption. Who was to know that this small, elegant creature was in truth the Sheele of Daimyō Hashinara Yoshitakatomo. The level of closeness between sheele and master varied, but between these two, they were practically the same person. Indeed, with Kiyowara able to share senses with her master, Yoshitakatomo was there at the tournament in mind, if not body. With the Princess-Daimyō's characteristic patience, Kiyowara did not disabuse Chōko of her notion. Instead, the sheele played along as the daughter of a rich noble. It became obvious that the young Dufour was interested in levying some of Kiyowara's "father's" funds in order to secure some land for development. Taking advantage of the other's perceived interest in robotics, Chōko promised to teach something of the craft in exchange for such an investment. Yoshitakatomo, however, was not entirely convinced. Even Chōko's present prototype was not quite what the Daimyō was looking for. Kiyowara, apparently, wanted something which could rival a god. Tellingly, Chōko did not immediately balk at the notion, but it would take a lot more research and upgrades before any of her robots were up to that task. Eventually, the two decided on a showcase at some point in the future. Chōko would bring her best to bear, and Kiyowara's "father" would determine then whether to bestow some land and capital to the heiress. Finally, after he'd won a rather anticlimactic match, Maxim returned to his group in the stands. He didn't see Nagasone Kotetsu anywhere, but could trust that Shishikura Makiko had followed through on her duty to retrieve the smith before Maxim's match. No doubt they would meet after the last bout. He was grateful, too, that Aotsuki Tsukamoto had agreed to sit in on their coming meeting, even if it meant having the considerable presence of Saitō Dōsan along as well. As Maxim sat down, he sensed a slight animosity from Haures. That wasn't anything new. The demoness seemed to have it in her head that he'd been slacking lately. When Haures growled, a sound far too dark and dangerous for her petite form, Maxim finally realized that he wasn't the source of her ire. Looking to his side, he glimpsed a form in the center of the bunched Hōjō Clan generals nearby. With curling goat horns upon her head, oddly-pupiled eyes, and a spiny tail running from her back, this could only be another Demon. As it happened, Maxim could only see into this bunch because of the gap left by Hōjō Ujiteru as she descended for her bout. Perhaps sensing his eyes upon them, another of the Hōjō daughters turned and beckoned Maxim over. They'd be greatly appreciative, Hayakawa explained, if someone of his could fill the gap until the other daughter returned. That, Haures put forth, was out of the question. Gluttony demons were dangerous in that they dragged others down with them. As he'd already been lagging in his duties, Maxim could not do much worse than to associate with that one there. Whether it be wisdom or folly, Maxim chose to ignore the advice of his demonic keeper. He scooted over, but insisted on a front-row seat. Hōjō Ujimasa did not mind obliging him this. She slid back, allowing Maxim's wide shoulders in front of him. Nothing happened for a moment. No devilish whispers crept into his ear, nor corrupting brands etched themselves into his back. He thought he might have gotten away without consequence until something soft and fuzzy pushed its way into his left hand. Maxim's mind raced. There weren't many things that this could be, and he didn't like any of them. With a growing pit in his stomach, he raised his hand and beheld what had been slipped within. It was a doll. Sewn of soft fabric and stuffed with cotton, it boasted a cute face under a mop of sandy-blonde hair. Despite the big eyes and adorable little smile, the subject of its design was unmistakable. This was a doll of Maxim himself. The Knight Commander blinked. Had the goat-like demon behind him sewn this just now? Did she have it ready beforehand? Maxim wasn't sure which option was worse. He turned, ready to demand what this was all about, when he found himself presented with another doll. This one was also blonde, but more on the golden-haired side. Even with such simple features, it still gave off a boyish elegance that was unmistakable. The little tin crested shield buckled to one of its arms sealed the matter. This was an Aotsuki doll. Now, Maxim found himself holding a plush doll in each hand. It was not an enviable situation. He turned to Hōjō Ujimasa, the nearest of the generals, and demanded to know what was going on. Infuriatingly, she seemed to know just as little about the things as he did. Apparently, she'd never seen any dolls like that before, and she didn't seem to be lying. Meanwhile, across the stands, Ryūzaki Sanosuke's trouble radar was going off. He'd seen Maxim get into a group with the Hōjō girls. What's more, the foreign warrior seemed to be getting more and more agitated. Motoyama Tsugutoshi confirmed with her keen eyes that they were trying to hide something, but even she couldn't tell what. Looking about for a suitable pawn, Sanosuke's eyes rested (not unpleasantly) on Priska. He sent a mental message over, but received only a babble of French in return. Right. That had sounded like gossip, and Priska made no moves to follow Sanosuke's suggestions. Instead, he looked for a more reliable candidate. Othéa, of course, was all too willing to aid her most recent rising star. She picked her way over, through the stands, and arrived in good time before the gaggle of Hōjō daughters. A bit of poise, a bit of flattery, and it was all lost on Maxim. Indeed, the foreign barbarian had just about had it. He drove Othéa away with a vicious intensity in his words. Even so, the other didn't seem terribly offended. Perhaps the effect had been ruined by the fact that Maxim currently had a cute plush doll gripped in each of his powerful fists. Going around, Othéa found a part of the circle with less-formidable guards and shouldered her way in. When she came back out, a look of positive befuddlement had overtaken her features. Adjusting her spectacles to make certain that she wasn't mistaking the item in her hand, Othéa moved more slowly on her way back. When she reached the Silver Meteor Storm's crowded section of the box, after pushing through the milling beauties, she presented Sanosuke with the fruits of her investigation. It was a doll. With a shock of silver hair and a cocky expression, Sanosuke couldn't help but note that the thing was wearing the exact same clothing he was at this very moment. He blinked. Maxim had noticed Sanosuke noticing, and now he noticed the hesitation in the Silver General's manner even across the arena. A mental message confirmed that Sanosuke had gotten a doll as well, and Maxim offered that he could have just asked. For now, they had no idea what to do with these things. Sanosuke felt confident that his wasn't magical. The fabric was mundane, the stuffing a bit low-quality, and not a hint of a spell weaved in between. To be safe, he asked that Takenaka Hanbei take a look at it for anything unusual.Rewards Granted
- Various betting payouts
Character(s) interacted with
- Aka no Kitsunebi
- Chōko Dufour
- Goat Demon?
- Gotō Mototsugu
- Haures
- Hayakawa
- Hisashi Juju
- Honda Tadakatsu
- Hōjō Ujimasa
- Hōjō Ujiteru
- Kikkawa no Myōkyū
- Mochi Minions
- Momo
- Mōri Motonari
- Motoyama Tsugutoshi
- Ono Shigeyuki
- Othéa
- Priska
- Randi Carter
- Saitō Dōsan
- Taira no Tokuko
- Tōdaisen Nobuhara
Notes
- Hisashi Juju has joined the Matsumoto Family
Report Date
11 Jun 2021
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