Travelogue of Doji

Have I done something to offend? My ancestors watch me, my clan gives me up to politics in a dance with the most removed of all clans, I travel nowhere without scaled nursemaids anymore, and now I am honor bound to protect that which I detest most in all of the lands of dragon.

Do not misunderstand, there are places I would be satisfied much less than the lands of the Dragon. The Crab for instance would be a test of both my patience as well as a test of my bathing skills. I feel that were it not forced upon me by honor I would enjoy this time of contemplation, as would my wife. This becomes the crux oft he matter, for the separation seems aimed at making me personally besieged on all accounts. I wonder if it is the want of the pleasure derived from my misery or the jealousy over the happiness I might have had in my own land.

However conjecture is irrelevant at this point. My wife works tirelessly to bring me home. A man could not ask for more than what she gives to me. I will protect Kitsuki Tushiro as his yojimbo because that is what I must do for honor’s sake. I will complete this quest of Matsu Chokoku and continue to bring honor to my clan and my family.

In the Heat of Battle

Those sounds…… I have heard them before. Air wheezing out of lungs pushed past exhaustion, metal screeching against metal. These are sounds I am intimately familiar with. This stench however is new………. As I round the bend with my companions an Ogre is not what I had thought to find.

This one is big, bigger than the reports have read. For a moment my mind doesn’t want to admit how revolting it is, how much it affronts me in mind, body, and soul. Then I am too busy moving to think. My body seems to be moving in water, everything is slower. This is what all bushi experience, this is where I thrive.

Looking ahead a decision is made even as my blade moves, I only arrive in time to watch the Hare samurai fall beneath the fury of Fu Leng. While glorious death may be his if it is fated, my task is to have the dark one follow suite. There is no room for half measures. It will fall with this attack or I will. My resolve and spirit sharpen my blade as I strike, there is no protection. I have left myself exposed, if he is to rise I may yet fall this day.

As the wave of battle crashes around me, I feel my foe’s spirit depart. One less blemish on the face of the empire. Our shugenja and Ise Zumi rush to the fallen samurai’s side, if he can be saved they will be the ones to do so. my work is completed and as always I feel a little empty and wish for the return to the storm of battle.

On Time

I feel adrift. Our Lion insists to roar at every opportunity even though we were told to be on the hunt, to be below notice. I do not like to deceive, if my enemy is in front of me a challenge will suffice, however we were given a request and by the Thunder’s I will see this done. The wall looms before us, we will arrive within the day.

I have seen it so many times on a map but I will never forget the feel of it up close. The Crab are crass and do not know how to be refined, but since the cresting wave has fallen they do understand duty. I do not like them, but I do believe in their resolve.

I begin to see the stones before us, though individuals they all serve a purpose, though some my rub and crack asunder, others will hold their place. Like those stones so too the souls of samurai. Not all are necessary but in the end all serve the purpose.

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Travelogue of Doji

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