Session Report: 2 July 2021
New Allies and Old Foes
General Summary
In this session of Tsuwamono, the following events transpired:
A Taste of Pioneer Hospitality1559年11月16日 10:00? (Morning)
Queen's Landing
Historical Entry: A Taste of Pioneer Hospitality
On the beaches of Oriab, Princess-Daimyō Hashinara Yoshitakatomo stepped back to admire her* handiwork. She* and Ashiya Dōman had been putting their many hands to work for the better part of the morning. Now, as shards of complex metal glinted in the rising sunlight, it seemed well worth it. Those books on engineering from the Baharnan library were proving well worth it. As for the rest of the growing camp, they steered well clear of the beach where Yoshitakatomo was conducting her* Gug-based experiments. Instead, a small but busy temporary settlement had sprouted up on the camp above. That missive sent out by Tōdaisen Nobuhara had produced its desired effect. Now, a small but steady trickle of brave pioneers from Japan flowed through the portal to Oriab on this side. By their effort, Queen's Landing was slowly but steadily developing into a community. The two occultist's satisfied regard of their creation was interrupted, then. With a curious sound, a colorful ball bounced down from the bluff above and rolled to a halt near Yoshitakatomo's foot. Following not long after the ball was its owner. The Princess-Daimyō and companions watched in silence as a small, mouse-eared girl clambered with graceless energy down the sandy hill and came up to them. The ball was hers, a toy used for playing kemari, and she'd lost hold of it when coming through the portal not but a few minutes ago. Many things could be said about Hashinara Yoshitakatomo, but that she* was inhospitable was not one of them. The Princess-Daimyō wasted no time in engaging this Kyūso in a lively dialogue. Her name was Minamoto no Yoshitaka, a family title which she wore with pride. Indeed, Yoshitakatomo herself* had met at least one other Minamoto by this point, but it didn't seem appropriate to the conversation at hand. An apparent hedonist at heart, Yoshitaka had come through the portal to the Dreamlands in search of wealth and luxury. So far, she'd seen neither, and was honestly a bit disappointed at how mundane this shore on Oriab seemed. The mousey girl's spirit intrigued Yoshitakatomo, however, and that was not the only thing. Cast upon the other was a spell, the likes of which even the learned Hashinara Katamoto had no ken. It was close to Creation magic; a transformational spell which was rendering the ordinarily Human Yoshitaka into a Kyūso in every way, including essence. Such magic was powerful indeed. In pursuit of this new knowledge, and perhaps by her* own whims, Yoshitakatomo decided to humor this visitor. They first spoke of having a game of kemari. After all, with Ashiya Dōman and his encircled Deep Wraiths, they would have enough players. The notorious onmyōji, rival of great Abe no Seimei, however, would not so easily lower himself to playing frivolous games. Instead, Yoshitakatomo conjured a team of magical homunculi. The creatures, cute and lively, managed to provide a bit of diversion while they continued their conversation. Yoshitakatomo, too, showed off a bit of her* abilities. The Daimyō's godlike handling of the ball, however, fell to pieces the moment Yoshitaka countered any of her* plays. It seemed that auspice truly was not a match for genuine skill. Not long thereafter, Yoshitaka expressed that she wasn't sure she'd stay. After all, a lady such as her, daughter of the great Minamoto family, was accustomed to a certain amount of luxury in her living space. There, Yoshitakatomo was happy to oblige. With a wave of her hand and a tsunami of magical force, the Princess-Daimyō mimicked great Dreamers of old and imposed her* own imagination upon the dreams before her*. The result was a small but serviceable Japanese castle. Seated on the bluff above the beach where they stood, its inviting windows showed hints of luxurious decor within. Yoshitaka was overjoyed. With these accommodations, the mousey Minamoto was absolutely willing to stay in Queen's Landing. What's more, she would pay her way by teaching her host a bit of the old Rat Magic that Raigō had imparted to her long ago. The idea was not, entirely, of her own devising. Without speaking a word so direct, it seemed that Yoshitakatomo would get what she was after in the end. There was cause for celebration, then. The Princess-Daimyō called upon her conjured homunculi and ordered them to aid the colonists who were even then investigating the castle. Although not sprawling like Wakigami or Ōtsu, there would yet be plenty of room for all. In particular, Yoshitakatomo ordered the creatures to help the cooks and quartermasters. They would have a feast, a great festival. Then, the great and powerful Princess-Daimyō meant to take her entourage to Baharna.1559年11月16日 10:00? (Morning)
Inabayama Castle
Historical Entry: Aotsuki Tsukamoto and the Prisoner of Inabayama
Within the subterranean dungeons burrowed beneath Inabayama, young lord Aotsuki Tsukamoto faced a difficult prisoner. His name was Ikkyu. At least, that's what he insisted. Aotsuki knew Ikkyū well, however, and this aging, bald monk was not the same person. This, too, was a ruse; a decoy sent to throw himself upon Aotsuki's mercy. It seemed too obvious, though. Was this man really meant to take the fall for true Ikkyū's crimes, or was he merely a distraction...? Regardless, Aotsuki was now faced with what to do with the imposter. It was not difficult to believe that he had some knowledge of the true Ikkyū's whereabouts. Such information would be very valuable to Aotsuki and his clan, who still sought justice for the notorious monk's odious actions. Kuroda Kanbei, one of the few present and a trusted ally, suggested that they kill him. As a necromancer, Kanbei would have an easier time obtaining the information posthumously. That certainly might be easier, but Aotsuki wasn't about that life. Amaterasu taught compassion for all, and while he might have trouble stretching that to the real Ikkyū, this man at least would not suffer by his hand. Instead, the young lord called down another individual he'd met during his last run-in with the fugitive in question. Ushinaga Mimihime had been kept prisoner, her voice shackled by a cursed iron about her neck, and released only to entertain Ikkyū's guests with her song. The thought of how she'd been abused and used as little more than a social tool lit a rare flame of anger in Aotsuki's heart. Still, in comparison to Mori the Blind, Mimihime should harbor fewer feelings of loyalty toward their previous employer. It was Kanbei who handled the actual summoning. In response to Aotsuki asking for a guard to escort Mimihime to the dungeons, it was instead Sugihara Hidemitsu who arrived prompt and breathless not long later. That was fine; Aotsuki knew from experience that Hidemitsu nearly worshiped him as an aspect of Amaterasu. The boy could be trusted. Mimihime was more of a mystery. As she arrived in Hidemitsu's wake, her expression turned to one of barely-filtered disgust upon seeing "Ikkyu" in the cell. In a flash of insight, Aotsuki caught the merest flicker of recognition in the captured monk's eyes as well. These two knew each other. Regrettably, Mimihime was not able to provide many details. This was a man she'd seen meeting with Ikkyū on more than one occasion. Another servant, bound to the despicable priest by great debts. That seemed to be how Ikkyū operated, and the debts must be great indeed for Mori the Blind to have attempted to take his own life in repayment. Indeed, the imposter monk continued to insist that he was Ikkyu and ready to atone for his crimes, even in the light of this new accusation. It was time, then, to turn to magic. Kuroda Kanbei's mastery of multiple schools came to their aid once again. By calling upon the powers of the earth, the warlock princess was able to reach into its long memory and tease out some knowledge of this imposter's past. When the vision was over, she could not report much. The man in the cell had indeed met with Ikkyū, and they discussed something of a major debt. Unfortunately, Kanbei's spell had not stretched back far enough to tell what, exactly, that debt might be. Still, it was enough for this monk, Tsurōbō as he was called, to agree to this ploy. It would be imprisonment, Ikkyū had assured him, nothing more. He did not believe that Aotsuki Tsukamoto would kill those in his grasp; a gallingly correct assessment. Around the two speaking, Kanbei had seen a tent erected over soft, grassy earth. That itself was not helpful. Such a tent could be nearly anywhere. Still, Aotsuki was now armed with more knowledge than when he'd first arrived. He turned his attention again to Tsurōbō and began to wear down the man with words alone. First, he had Ushinaga Mimihime tell her story. This was not new to the imposter monk, he could tell, but a flicker of conscience in those sunken eyes was exactly what Aotsuki was looking for. Then, the young lord elaborated. He told of his own experience, how Mori the Blind had attempted to kill himself and frame Aotsuki for the death, and then of Ikkyū's failsafe that had nearly killed Five innocent Guys. There was still a shred of humanity, of morality within Tsurōbō, and Aotsuki had grabbed hold of it. With a few more words, an appeal to the better nature of his prisoner, the young lord pulled. Finally, the imposter monk broke. He did not drop his character. Still, Tsurōbō claimed with utmost conviction that he was Ikkyū. He did, however, drop a small but extremely valuable piece of information into his speech. He, Ikkyū, had traveled all the way here from the Crescent Moon Collective in Kaga Province to throw himself on Aotsuki's mercy. It was not an overwhelmingly subtle admission, but it did allow Aotsuki to learn Ikkyū's true location without presumably breaking whatever oath Tsurōbō had made. Then it was settled. At least, Aotsuki had a target. There were still problems to overcome, however. In his admission, Tsurōbō had mentioned something about worshipers of Inari no Okami. That was troubling, as servants of the Goddess of Freedom would no doubt object to Ikkyū being taken into the Aotsuki Clan's custody. What's more, their champion had already shown herself to be exceedingly problematic when Hashinara Yoshitakatomo had drawn Inari's ire in the past. For now, Hayashi Hidesada agreed to scout the Collective and ensure that Ikkyū was even there. She could observe from the air, and worshipers of Inari were not likely to attempt to detain or question her regardless. What's more, there was supposedly a Yōkai-centric group of Ikkō Ikki camped nearby. Aotsuki recognized that Ikki. Indeed, he thought he'd had a staring match or two with one of its members. As a Tengu herself, Hidesada should be welcome among them and could use such a place as a base. Aotsuki agreed. He cautioned Hidesada to be careful, but the earnest envoy of Oda was obviously eager to make up for her mistake in capturing this imposter. With her on that task, there only remained what, exactly, to do with this fake Ikkyū. After all, letting Tsurōbō go might send the wrong message if he continued the pretense, but at the same time, the man was largely innocent; it would not be right to keep him locked up merely because of his associations.1559年11月16日 10:00 (Morning)
Sūhai Sanctum
Historical Entry: An Unspeakable Ambush
Within the caverns below the arena of Shimonoseki, two warriors sparred. Both sought greater strength for challenges yet unconquered, but one obviously had the advantage. This was Matsumoto Ooawagaeri, although he was currently in disguise as "Fubuki." The Black Blade's partner, Ankokuji Ekei was doing his utmost. As Fubuki adopted an uncharacteristically reserved strategy, Ekei in turn opposed his nature by striking aggressively. Even when Fubuki took off her* armor to even the odds, however, it seemed that Ekei was simply no match for the occultic warrior's greater skills. A crowd had gathered around them as the pair's battle stretched on. Each of the many oni in the cave wore a Hannya Vizard obscuring their features. It seemed to be a requirement for entry to this place. Except, there was a single oni nearby whose face was fully uncovered. Small, pale, and unassuming for her race, she had paused in sparring with one of the training golems to watch Fubuki's fight with icy blue eyes. Even when it seemed that Ankokuji Ekei would land a solid hit with his staff, Fubuki's thick oni hide would absorb the damage without a single sign of injury. The Black Blade, for her* part, did not attack. It would not be hard to imagine that she* could end the battle in a single stroke if she* did. Fubuki was so concentrated on the battle and their frosty observer, however, that she* did not see a new threat emerge from a disregarded corner of the room. By the time multicolored vapors twisted through the air around the pair, it was too late. A screeching, flailing force out of time crashed into Fubuki's back. Although the Black Blade turned to meet the assault, her* aggressor had seized the element of surprise and struck with terrible speed. As the Hound of Tindalos' barbed tongue plunged deep into Fubuki's side, she* realized with growing horror that she* had taken off her armor for the sparring match with Ekei. As the creature's tongue retracted, the wound it left was deep but not life-threatening. Its wicked barb took something else with it, however. Fubuki's current body was immortal. As a magical construct, it would not grow old. That did not mean, however, that it could not age. The skin around Fubuki's wound withered and faded grey as four decades of life were drawn away by the Hound's greedy tongue. A portion of the Black Blade's vitality went with it. Wounded and weakened, Fubuki was far from defeated. Nor was she* alone. Before the cold-eyed oni could answer with an attack of her* own, Ankokuji Ekei had circled around the Hound and was striking at its back with his staff. Fubuki might have called out, might have warned the earnest monk about the futility of striking at a monster which existed only partially in their physicality. Strangely, however, that did not seem to apply this time. Ekei was missing with his strikes, but that was because the Hound was dodging them. His staff did not distort nor did the creature show the same flippancy toward Ekei's assault as it had Maxim's in their previous encounter. Regarding the creature with renewed focus, Fubuki indeed beheld a difference. Through the eyes of the Hannya Vizard, that twisting uncertainty in the air around the Hound seemed to be absent. Perhaps her* attacks could reach it in such a state. As Fubuki watched, the monster shot its tongue out in a vengeful lash at Ekei. The horrid extremity thudded against something heavy beneath the monk's robes. Had Ekei been wearing armor this entire time, even when Fubuki took hers* off? Regardless, the hidden gear did not fully protect Ekei from the Hound's claws. He was left with a painful set of gashes down one arm that would no doubt hinder his ability to fight. Now that Fubuki fully understood the situation, however, it was over for the Hound. Two skillful slashes of Susuki Masamune were all that was required to convert a terrible predator out of time into a quivering pile of blue-ichored goop on the floor. The thing was dead, helpless against Fubuki's masterful assault without it extradimensional protections. As the Black Blade turned to aid Ekei, however, something worrying began to occur. The Hound of Tindalos was dissolving, quickly and efficiently, into a pale multicolored mist that vanished before Fubuki's very eyes. Soon, it would be gone and any secrets the corpse might have held with it. This time, it was a stranger who came to the Black Blade's aid. The frosty, pale oni girl Fubuki had seen before approached at a brisk pace. It seemed as though she was preparing to join the fight at any time, held back only by Fubuki's swift dispatching of the enemy. Now, the bare-faced oni arrived at the monster's dissolving corpse and lightly dropped her katana, point-first, into its viscous form. Rather than slicing into liquefied flesh, the blade instead fell through the body and the floor beneath with a sound like a single droplet striking water. Immediately, a great shard of ice burst from the ground and encased what remained of the Hound in its icy clutches. That seemed to have halted its decomposition. Although in an unspeakable state, the corpse was now at Fubuki's disposal. Such an act was not without its price, however. The oni, whose name was Watsurara-donyō, demanded that Fubuki replace the weapon that she'd just used to entrap the foe. Indeed, the katana she'd dropped into the ground didn't seem to be resurfacing; no doubt consumed by the technique. Ekei seemed to be wounded but vital, so Fubuki turned her* attention to this new accuser. A new katana could be forged to her* specifications, should Watsurara not mind waiting. As for now, however... The oni had been very helpful, and didn't seem keen on waiting, so Fubuki handed over Susuki Masamune for the moment. It was a sacrifice, to be sure, but the hanging bundle of timothy grass on the katana's hilt meant that Fubuki could find it again should that become necessary. Watsurara took it, examined the blade, and must have come to the conclusion that it was at least twice as fine as the one she'd just destroyed. With a sudden smile, the pale oni's icy demeanor seemed to melt. Suddenly, Watsurara was warm and friendly in her manner. She passed the sword back to Fubuki with thanks for the gesture, but an admonition that she couldn't take a weapon so fine. There were other ways of obtaining a weapon, and Watsurara had enough connections to manage it, so Fubuki need not worry about the replacement. That generous gesture of offering Susuki Masamune had been enough. As much as the other's sudden change in disposition had left Fubuki nonplussed, it did make things easier. She* made a mental commitment to forge a fine weapon for the strange Watsurara in thanks, then turned her* attention back to Ekei. The monk had already bound his wounds. He was understandably curious, however, about what manner of unholy monster had just attacked them. Fubuki explained in vague terms that they were hunting her* for some deed in the past. Ekei, to his credit, did not seem inclined to pry. He thanked Fubuki for the sparring, but offered that he should retire now to nurse his wounds. In the interim, she* could continue to spar here with the golems, or perhaps even Watsurara if both of them so wished. For her part, Watsurara-dōnyo seemed amenable to the idea. At least, she would be if she hadn't just destroyed her only weapon. Now that Fubuki's attention was less divided, she* could at least do something about that. A medley of complex spells followed. First, Fubuki conjured a roiling glob of liquid metal in the air. Then, shaping it with deft occult gestures, she forged it into a katana before allowing the creation to harden. The resultant katana was not quite so fine as the one Watsurara had lost, but it would more than suffice for sparring. A suitably impressed expression graced the pale oni's face as she took the weapon and tested its balance. Watsurara's icy demeanor seemed to freeze back into place as the two began to prepare for a mock battle.1559年11月16日 10:00 (Morning)
Shimonoseki
Historical Entry: The New Face of S.P.I.R.A.L.
The Silver General, Ryūzaki Sanosuke, had a problem. Indeed, he had many problems. It was a chronic condition that came as part and parcel of being one of the most powerful men in Japan. One particular problem, however, was demanding his attention after the morning tournament matches had finished. Only yesterday, Sanosuke had welcomed young foreign heiress Chōko Dufour into the Silver Meteor Storm. Now, the very next day, he was beginning to get an inkling of why even Tsukijō Hanahane was wary of the "Devil in Dandelion." Miss Dufour had been making full use of the greater Hashinara Clan's mental network all morning, and now seemed poised to take full control of their research group, S.P.I.R.A.L.. That organization's current leader, Sarutaba Chino, seemed fine with the idea. Chino wasn't much of a leader in any case, and would no doubt enjoy being able to put all her focus on research rather than attempting to head a department with administrative skills she didn't possess. That is, if Sanosuke thought that they could trust Chōko Dufour. So it was that the Silver General's next words would more than likely have a great influence on S.P.I.R.A.L.'s future. Rather than answer Chino immediately, Sanosuke instead turned his attention to the Dandelion Devil in question. Opening up a mental "channel," as it were, he first asked Chōko whether she really intended to follow through on providing upgraded facilities for S.P.I.R.A.L. The young mistress' answer was quick and without hesitation. She did indeed want to move the research group into a more suitable location. After all, the cramped and over-teched rooms at Sakai were fine for Sarutaba Chino and her assistant, Geeru. A full research team, however, would find themselves debilitatingly cramped without a dedicated facility. That sounded nice, but Sanosuke still had his doubts. What guarantee did they have, he asked, that an autonomous group headed by Chōko Dufour in their own location would still prioritize the clan's needs and not the Young Miss' pet projects? It was a blunt question, and one which Dufour professed was a little hurtful. After all, their previous agreement when Chōko joined the Silver Meteor Storm still held true. When it came down to it, she was still Sanosuke's subordinate. What's more, could he really say that S.P.I.R.A.L. as it was now was meeting any of the clan's needs? Chino and Geeru alone were too overloaded with projects to make any meaningful contribution to the Hashinara's daily dealings. Although galling to admit, Sanosuke recognized the truth of that statement. It would no doubt be a great benefit to the clan for S.P.I.R.A.L. to attain more autonomy and resources in a new facility. However, it would be the height of foolishness to appoint a leader for such an important organization out of the Silver Meteor Storm's one-day recruits. Regardless of Dufour's credentials, Sanosuke wanted someone he trusted to head up the team. A short silence followed that statement. Then, Chōko forced a laugh and said that she'd have lost respect for him if Sanosuke had really gone along with her takeover so easily. That may have been more to save face than it was genuine, but the Dandelion Devil was at least willing to concede this point. Someone else would take control of S.P.I.R.A.L., and Sanosuke already had someone he could trust in mind. The princess from the moon, Kaguya-hime, was not thrilled at the prospect. After all, as she often claimed, she was from this Earth's future. As something of a scientist herself, if any of Kaguya's more advanced knowledge leaked into this time period, it could severely disrupt the future. So much so that Kaguya might not even have a home to return to. Still, Sanosuke was persuasive. When he explained that Kaguya could use the position to ensure that S.P.I.R.A.L. remained on the correct track for this period of history, the princess admitted that she could not afford to refuse under such circumstances. So it was that S.P.I.R.A.L. would get its new facilities and a new leader. With multiple promising new members and more resources, they would no doubt become a much greater asset to the clan. Chōko Dufour, too, would get what she wanted. Almost. There only remained the matter of where, exactly, the new facilities would be located. Previously, Chōko had tried to ingratiate herself with the powerful Daimyō of the Hashinara Clan. Hashinara Yoshitakatomo would provide a parcel of land and funding if Dufour could, in turn, impress her* enough with a display of robotics. Rather than go through all that, however, Chōko hinted that perhaps Sanosuke would be generous enough to provide a location from his own lands... Indeed, the Silver General thought he might know just the place. He told the Young Miss that he would arrange matters while she and Kaguya put everything else in order. Soon, a new S.P.I.R.A.L. would be born.1559年11月16日 10:00 (Morning)
Osaka
Historical Entry: A Wolf Comes to Osaka
It was still some time before noon when Maxim and his compatriots arrived in Osaka. An observer might have seen a strange collection of miscreants in the foreign knight's company. Besides Haures, Maggu, and respectable Shigeaki Fujino, the poverty goddess Kashirin also lurked somewhere nearby. And there were observers in abundance. Fujino seemed to have taken them to a nicer part of the city. Osaka Castle rose into the sky not far away, and the well-to-do pedestrians on this street looked upon their strange visitors with suspicion verging on aversion. Thankfully, whether Maxim was welcome here had little to do with his mission. He was here to catch the notorious Crow. This criminal debtor had evaded Aotsuki Tsukamoto for some time and had been mercilessly swindled, but not captured, by Ryūzaki Sanosuke. Now his trail of misdeeds had apparently led him to Osaka. But how to flush out such a cunning miser? Maxim had an idea. Speaking loudly and boldly, he declared to his companions that he had plenty of coin to spend on their shopping trip today. This did not, immediately, have the desired effect. The people passing on their street viewed Maxim with increasing wariness, but none of them approached to steal or scam his purse away from him. The seeds of a plot had been sown, at the least, so Maxim gathered his companions and continued toward a more mercantile-looking strip of town. Here, it was not Maxim, but Maggu who first spotted that they were being watched. A small, dirty-looking creature was staring at them unsubtly from a nearby alley. An urchin of some sort, no doubt. In Maxim's mercenary experience, those grubby children would do anything for a coin, so it wasn't out of the pale to believe that this one was spying on him. Despite this revelation, Maxim didn't act immediately. Instead, he wandered over to a nearby stall and engaged a Mochi Saleswoman. Although polite, this merchant was obviously wary of Maxim and his strange choices in company. Everyone in his party except Fujino stood out as blatant outsiders, and that was only because they couldn't see inside Fujino's head. He wasn't turned away. Not exactly; but the stall owner did suggest that his coin might be better spent down at the docks, where they had things that might more interest individuals such as him. Maxim pursed his lips at the thinly-veiled insult. He might have made more of it, had he not also noticed that Maggu was industriously stealing a bundle of mochi while the merchant was distracted. Instead, Maxim simply bid the stall owner farewell and departed. Unknown to her, Maxim's group had come out quite the winner in that interaction. The knight's steps then took him to the nearby alley. He'd wanted to give the urchin a chance to leave so that he could trace them back to their employer. That plan didn't entirely hold up, however, as Maxim found a singularly suspicious pile of old washing in an urchin-sized bucket nearby. He kicked the bucket over, sending its occupant tumbling out into the street. Although she was indeed filthy and covered in rags, this urchin was a girl and a bit older than Maxim had originally gauged. As a chivalrous knight should, Maxim extended a hand to help the fallen creature up. When she accepted the gesture, he did not release his grip. He had her then, grip obviously stronger than some malnourished street dweller. The girl, however, was not without her own surprises. Between their clenched hands, something squirmed and wriggled. It felt like an insect. Setting his jaw, Maxim managed through a supreme effort of willpower to ignore the squeamish sensation. Nearby, Maggu and Haures watched on. The water goblin had availed herself of a green mochi and Haures was nibbling on a white ball of her own. Presumably, wherever she was, Kashirin had the pink one. Perhaps surprisingly, the urchin was generous with information after she'd been caught. Maxim's bold declaration of wealth earlier hadn't gone unnoticed, and so Crow had paid this girl to keep an eye on the foreign visitor. She'd even bring him to the wanted man, if he could pay better. She wanted a koku. Maxim, perhaps not knowing the value of such a coin, or perhaps knowing all too well and not caring, agreed. That amount was way more than Crow was paying the urchin. It was probably more than she'd ever seen in her life by a factor of thousands. She agreed readily. It seemed that Maxim had gained an ally. After making certain that he was clear, Maxim released his grip. From between their palms, a small red centipede fell to the ground and scuttled away. Had that been what Maxim was feeling in their grip? It was a clever trick, perhaps, to make sure the urchin wasn't caught as she'd been just now. Good thing, then, that Maxim was made of sterner stuff. The girl prattled on as they went. Maxim gave his name, but she made one up on the spot. "Eru Darusu." It was obviously fake; even a foreigner could tell that. In a tiny revenge, Maxim then decided to withhold any further information about himself. If Eru wasn't willing to disclose her own identity, why should he? Her loyalty seemed genuine, at least. With a full koku in her pocket, the girl would eat like a king for a year, relatively speaking. If there might be more in it for her, as Eru herself said, she'd follow Maxim to the ends of the earth.Rewards Granted
- +4 total Kuma Commendations
Missions/Quests Completed
- Introduction: Minamoto no Yoshitaka
Character(s) interacted with
- Aka no Kitsunebi
- Ankokuji Ekei
- Ashiya Dōman
- Chōko Dufour
- Eru Darusu
- Hakutaku
- Haures
- Hayashi Hidesada
- Hound of Tindalos
- Kaguya
- Kashirin
- Kuroda Kanbei
- Maggu
- Minamoto no Yoshitaka
- Mochi Saleswoman
- Shigeaki Fujino
- Sugihara Hidemitsu
- Tsurōbō
- Ushinaga Mimihime
- Watsurara-dōnyo
Report Date
02 Jul 2021
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