[[ psl's, memes, overflow and AU bullshit, you wanna bother Takame as a WoL or a Non-WoL, this is the place to do it so come at me with your starters or yell at me to get off my lazy ass. i'll match styles.]]
[The last time they met, Takame had some words about Papayako's swordplay. Not unkind or untrue, but they do get him thinking that he may be able to learn something from him. He tries to wait for a peaceful moment -- maybe it's soon after their last meeting, maybe Papayako doesn't get a quiet moment and it's a long time after, but whichever the case the next time they cross paths he decides that it may be worth mentioning.]
Takame! Do you have a moment? I've something I wanted to ask, if you have the time.
[Time was irrelevant, anyway, Takame couldn't keep track of it in any way that was solid. Whether it was a single sun or several moons that pass, though, Takame would always welcome a familiar face to give him some sort of direction. It helped that Papayako has been nothing but kind to him, especially given his experience with some apparently persistent pixies.]
[He's avoiding thinking about the pixies. But in spite of losing track of time in the chaos that's been surrounding him lately (and to slap a big NYEEHHHH WHATEVER on where in the timeline this thread would fall), he's always glad to see Takame.]
Well... You're quite the swordsman. I was wondering if you'd be able to pass on any advice.
[if canon can fudge the passage of time so can we, dammit. Takame gave a small tilt of his head, no different than his usual demeanor, but behind him his tail quirked and began to sway. Advice for swordplay, the one thing he could be called a Master at? Something he could assist with and not have to scramble for the right thing to say? Why, it's as though all his namedays have come at once.
Despite that, however, he crossed his arms, not in any sense of hostility but of contemplation.]
The styles we utilize are vastly different. Still, there are certain fundamentals one must practice when wielding any sort of blade. [A short pause.] 'Twould be easier to offer advice through a more hands on approach, I think.
[Oh, good. At least he's open to the idea. If he had any idea how enthusiastic he would be at the mention of sword fighting, he would have asked much sooner. He scratches his chin, deep in thought for a moment while he tries to remember the half-lessons he had learned from his previous mentors. "Don't hold the sharp end."]
That makes sense... And to be honest, I'm not quite sure how many fundamentals I'm aware of. But "hands on," eh? [He quirks an eyebrow suggestively, but his expression quickly changes back. Right, jokes weren't really Takame's thing... Back to business.] What do you have in mind?
[One can only feel a semblance of satisfaction when they have a chance to show off a skill. And while Takame did not respond to the jest, he was no less aware of it.
His brow furrowed, his eyes half covered behind his hair, and his tone grew deep and hushed, his words coming out slow, sultry. Appropriate given the quip that he hadn't actually ignored.]
We should go elsewhere. [He looked around them, too many people about. Too many he didn't want to bear witness to his intent. One somewhat ominous given how vague he was.] I would rather explain what I mean away from prying eyes.
[Does he have any idea how he sounds right now? If he didn't know any better, he'd think Takame was following up on his euphemism... But he looks serious. He glances around at the people bustling about -- and avoids eye contact for as long as he can, lest he start getting any more flustered than he already is at the tone Takame is using.]
Really? Er, would the training grounds suffice, or would you rather go somewhere more... Private?
... No, the training grounds will be acceptable. [His eyes narrow slightly and his head tilted. He always looked serious and this time was no exception but he also just looked confused.]
Did I give reason to assume anywhere else? [Or was Papayako that eager... and yet Takame sounded completely sincere in his question. Kami above, Papayako, where in the hells is YOUR mind?]
[HE'S HOT AND HE WAS WHISPERING ABOUT GETTING AWAY FROM THE GENERAL PUBLIC WHAT'S HE SUPPOSED TO THINK WHEN HE TALKS LIKE THAT OH THANK THE TWELVE
He nearly lets out a sigh of relief at the reply and rubs the back of his neck with a chuckle.]
Ah, good! You had me worried for a moment -- thought you had some sort of terrible secret you had to tell me, or something. Should we be off, then? I'm eager to know what you have in mind.
[SOMETHING NOT LEWD FOR FUCK'S SAKE SEEK RELIGION]
Hm? [Was... was there some kind of miscommunication on his part? He thought himself fairly clear, but even after all this time he could never truly manage... "casual".]
Ah, yes. Let us away. [Said already headed that way, soon after mumbling something or another to himself in Hingan that sounded somewhere between a question and a self reprimand.
He had a plan in mind for seeing just what Papayako was capable of, one he did not indulge while they moved to the grounds. In fact he was mostly quiet along the way unless directly addressed. He ddidn't speak at all until they arrived when he stopped, rested a hand on his hip and abruptly broke his silence.]
Your style... it is suited best to defensive purposes, correct?
the echo exists solely so that hydaelyn can scream "stop" at them
Did you say something? [He only catches the very beginning of whatever Takame had muttered to himself before he sets off, leaving him watching his back for a moment before he realizes oh, he's going, and follows after him. Seems like a lot of secrecy for some advice on how to wield a sword...]
Huh? [--Oh, right. From an outside perspective, he'd probably liken it more to distracting the enemy than defending from it, but it fits.] Well... I keep others out of harm's way, so I suppose that's right. Why do you ask?
she should have blessed them with more braincells then
[Congratulations Papayako, that's more warning than he's given anyone else he tested in this way because he is now drawing his weapon, turning on his heel and slashing in your general direction aiming right for your neck.
It was a feint, naturally, he had no intent to harm but with the unexpected sound of him brandishing his weapon and the look in his eyes that only read "threatening", one could easily assume otherwise. This is who you asked for help, Papa.]
[......Ah. Papayako opens his mouth, about to ask what he means, but the sudden movement of Takame unsheathing his blade answers his question for him. All right, yes, that is a simple reason. A small part of him wishes that it was anything but a katana, because it and the dangerous look in Takame’s eye remind him of why he picked up his sword in the first place, but that’s good. Keep the flame stoked, for he may have need of it.
Once he realizes Takame is turning to swing at him, feint or no, he quickly draws his own. He hefts it off his back and swings it forward in an attempt to place it in the path between Takame’s sword and his neck. It takes him a moment to realize that he’s NOT actively trying to kill him (up for debate), but that expression certainly has him fooled.]
Well, that’s not very sporting of you. All you had to do was ask.
[Indeed Takame's blade did not come as close to Papayako's neck as he'd intended, instead clashing against the sturdier broadsword near the hilt. The difference in size their weapons had did not make Takame step back.
He remained for a long moment, blades still together, just staring Papayako down. A full body head to toe scan he gave, noting posture, exploitable openings, sturdiness of stance, how he held his weapon. His expression did not soften the entire time.]
Your enemy will not ask. [Said coldly before finally stepping back.] I wished to test your reaction time.
[Should he say that he was just trying to lighten the mood...? Mm, no, he ought to leave it, lest he get an extra scolding from his stern teacher later. Papayako doesn’t lower his sword even after Takame steps away, still watching his hands and feet for any signs of movement.
His reflexes should be sharp, well-practiced from years of dodging harm and finding the time to cast spells in battle, but it’s probably all too clear that he hasn’t spent more than a few years with that sword on his back. Maybe not bad for a beginner, but if he’s to keep walking the path he’s chosen, then he must improve.]
They won’t be telling me what to work on, either, so I pray you’ll show me that mercy.
[There was no sense of humor to be had with this one normally, let alone when he was in the mindset of a Master of the Blade.
Takame did make note of the direction Papayako's gaze led, waiting and watching for his next move. A good sign, though he would do well not to tunnel his focus to one enemy when often there are many.
Pot calling the kettle black, perhaps. But Takame is not such a poor teacher that he would deny criticism. Not in this situation anyway. He'd be crossing his arms had he not still assumed his Samurai's stance.]
... Your movements are sluggish. Had there been true intent to kill, you would not have had the chance for a clean parry. I could have easily left you with a crippling injury. You should be moving your sword, not the other way around. [A sensitive topic, maybe, but no less true. And yet there is another point he would make, this time relaxing his stance if only to wave an accusatory finger Papayako's way.] ... And you are not holding the hilt correctly. You'll do lasting harm to your wrist if you continue as you are.
Hm. [He stays quiet, makes no attempt to deny or provide reasons for his choices, and listens with an uncharacteristic intensity. Stronger, faster... Be better. Things that should come naturally in time we may not have.
When Takame finishes speaking he glances at his hands -- his wrists are the last thing on his mind with so much already on the line. But of all the glaring problems in his swordsmanship, it seems like the one that is quickest to fix. While Papayako is mulling over the criticism and formulating what questions to ask, he stands up straight and loosens his grip on the sword.]
[A simple fix indeed, but one no less imperative if Papayako was to make true progress. And yet the smallest, most barely noticable of exacerbated sighs escaped from Takame at the other man not realizing something so bloody obvious after this much time.
Though it made him recall that not everyone grew up on the blade as he did, causing him in guilt to soften his expression as he approached, if only a little.]
Here. [He could have showed him with his own weapon but instead Takame took it upon himself to shift Papayako's hand and wrist himself.
Papayako might find that his hands are warmer than expected.] If your grip is too tense you will stress your wrist and damage your sword arm. Relax your hold and straighten your wrist like so. [Demonstrating by moving his wrist straight, his hand lingered so Papayako could commit the position to memory. After a moment he stepped back again.] Do you see?
[The sigh doesn't go unnoticed, but in the moment his focus is shifted toward paying some godsdamned attention. He prepares to carefully examine Takame's grip on his own blade, but then his hands are on top of his own and his grip tenses back up for a moment, startled by the unexpected (but not unwelcome) contact.
... His hands are warmer than he thought they would be. Papayako maintains the grip Takame has positioned for him, brow furrowed in an effort to memorize how it looks and feels.] I see... You have my thanks. ... And my apologies. My training was -- [What, "a magic rock imbued with the memories of past dark knights that I stole from a dead man?" Don't be stupid, Papayako.] Unconventional, to say the least. How do I become faster? Is it just practice?
[Had Takame been less focused on an efficient lesson, he would have been more apologetic for the sudden contact. But as it stood it would have been faster to show Papayako directly than wait for him to fumble while looking at someone's grip on an entirely different blade.
He isn't sure what to make of "unconventional", but he had the good grace to not pry. Not yet. And even for this unconventional training he had, he was still alive to call it such. That counted for something.] 'Tis a common mistake I've found even seasoned swordsmen make. They quickly found their careers coming to an early end continuing as they were. If not their lives. [He didn't pull any punches when it came to swordplay, this one.] But yes, all will come together with more training.
[Papayako frowns, looking back to his hands around the blade’s hilt. One mistake and you’re bleeding out on the battlefield with a sword at your neck, drifting in and out of consciousness while a... The details aren’t important. He knows all too well how all the knowledge in the world won’t save you from a slip-up, but maybe advice would help him to avoid them in the future. He appears to be malms away while he ponders it, but he snaps back to the present after a moment.] If it won’t keep you from other tasks, shall we continue? I haven’t had many opportunities to spar with a master.
[Takame was about to swing at him again noticing he was trailing off, just as a warning to stay focused at all times. Papayako should really consider himself thankful Takame felt merciful.
And realized that the other Au Ra probably knew that fully well considering his new choice of hairstyle and conspicuous scar. And no one liked being reminded of those. Moving away from that subject, he nodded.]
I had nothing to attend to, you needn't worry about keeping me. [And he went into his offensive stance again.]
[He could have laughed it off and said he deserved it, gotten another scolding... Maybe it's good that Takame felt generous. He'd like to say he would have noticed if Takame was getting ready to strike, but... Well, he would've gotten knocked on his arse and he knows it.]
Heh, mayhap nothing you haven't seen before, but I'll do my best to keep up!
[Papayako returns to his position, mindful of his grip on his weapon. Right, move faster, pay attention... They always say that the best defense is a good offense, but that requires him to be on Takame's master level, doesn't it? He shifts his weight and swings at Takame with enough dexterity to keep it from connecting -- if he even gets close, that is.]
[True enough, he isn't unfamiliar with broadsword fighters considering he had a hand in training Zhian. Still, something about Papayako's style felt different from her's.
The swing was easily predictable and parried, but less so that it would have been had Papayako's grip been weak. It took Takame some effort to parry, he needed to be aware of how he managed his own weight to not be overwhelmed by the difference in scale. It was enough to disrupt his stance slightly.]
... Better. [Said flatly, but not unimpressed as before. He straightened his position again.] Try again. [He's expecting for a theoretical hit to land this time.]
[Well, O'Zhian's style probably aims for proper sword-fighting, not "grievous bodily harm with little regard to personal well-being." Self-preservation is a little low on the Dark Knight priority list in the grand scheme of things, maybe. He's leaving himself open in places he really shouldn't.
He grunts with effort as he swings again. A little harder, a little faster... Papayako's never been a lazy student. After his swing he shifts back and quickly tries to re-assume a defensive position, just in case Takame counters.]
[This was the first time in decades that a Manji Warrior visits the Black Shroud. The Manji Tribe isn't well known beyond Yanxia but Yoshimitsu's people often traveled to the Black Shroud in decades past. They would cross the Ruby Sea to Kugane and sell their wares there before eventually setting their sights upon Eorzea. That is until the Garleans made travel between the Black Shroud and Gyr Abania almost impossible with their gigantic wall. Baelsar's Wall serves as a legacy of Gaius van Baelsar's tyranny even long after his alleged death. However, once news reached the hilly slopes of Yanxia that smoke rises from the wall, Yoshimitsu volunteered to investigate.
The masked shinobi clung to the shadows as he quickly transversed through the wall. He saw remnants of the battle laid strewn in the form of rubble and blood. The aftermath was a gruesome sight to behold but Yoshimitsu didn't blink an eye. He's grown too used to bloodshed over the long years but Yoshimitsu hasn't lost his humanity. He made his way through Baeslar's Wall muttering a prayer for all those who perished before venturing onward.
It was daybreak by the time he reached the other side. The shinobi raced down the metallic staircase and let out a breath of relief once he felt grass again. It was too early for the Wood Wailers to be on patrol. That's a good thing considering how unfriendly the Gridanians can be. Yoshimitsu glances over at the wall again briefly before continuing with his mission.]
Has been for some time, was being tailed even ever since Castrum Oriens. Perhaps Takame hadn't completed his own training as a Shadow Walker finding a longer blade suited him better, but he still has the silent steps worthy of one, able to stalk a possible spy undetected. After Ilberd's machinations caused so much death he wasn't going to run the risk of an Imperial straggler trying to sneak his way into the Shroud.
Despite his weapon preference, he always carried smaller knives on him. One of which was thrown into the grass from where he stood tall but hidden by the bough's shadow on Amarissaix's Spire before this shinobi while he was distracted by looking back to the wall. A silent warning for him to turn back or state his business.]
Yoshimitsu knew he felt eyes upon him but he couldn't figure out whether it was man or beast until now. The dagger serves as warning enough but the Manji isn't easily spooked. Instead, the ninja quickly unsheathes his sword and faces the direction of where the shadow falls.]
What is this foolishness?!
[Yoshimitsu questions as he gets into a familiar chūdan stance much like a traditional samurai. Despite being trained in both the arts, Yoshimitsu seems to carry himself more like a samurai in battle. The bright green eyes of his mask burn brightly once he spots the shadow walker hiding within the shade of the spire.]
Is this how Eorzeans greet their guests?
hey you wanted the wol version and you know what that entails
[This one was well trained to react so quickly, but as far as Takame was concerned the remark about a poor greeting was a slight veiled behind feigned offense.
From above he took a better look at the man. Such ostentatious garb betrayed the full black of most Doman Shadows, and the stance, he realized befit his own preferred style more accurately. Takame did not emerge from the shadows freely, not yet, instead opting to voice his demand while hidden.
It would make for a better means to incapacitate should it come to that.]
State your business, Shadow Walker.
Yoshi already vows to make sad!Takame smile again~
[While most ninjas often drab themselves within drab colorless garbs, Yoshimitsu takes to the brightest and most ostentatious colors in the rainbow. The oni mask he wears upon his face is stark white with gold teeth and horns. He boasts a flowing red mane that drapes past his shoulder and his armor is colored dark with hints of gold. The slacks are bright green and it seems as if the ninja is completely barefoot thanks to the odd taloned boots he wears. Ninja or not, it's certainly obvious that the man standing before the other shinobi is not your average foe.]
My business is my own! [He declares with a slight scoff. ] But if thou must know, then thee must brandish steel!
[While his fellow ninja search in vain for Lord Hien, Yoshimitsu seeks none other than the fabled Warrior of Light the supposed savior of this realm. ]
Harken onto me, fiend! Do you seek death?
[He asks while slowly swishing his long black tail behind him. While the color of his tail matches that of an Xaela, it lacks the scales. His tail is too fuzzy to be that of an Auri. ]
I would ask you the same question. ["Friend" this man says while asking if Takame had a death wish. A closer look at the outfit shows enough that this man isn't of Garlean affiliation. Even in covert operations they would never allow a Shadow to parade about in such an outfit.
He saw that swishing tail though even from this distance. A benefit of the keen sight gifted to him with Hydaelyn's blessing. A Miqo'te, then. A damned bold one to challenge Takame so.
This area already negatively affected Takame's mood, reminded him far too much of every mistake he's ever made. And yet still. One chance more, if only because of the conclusion he drew from the outfit. He'll not draw his sword until he is about to use it. And based on the hand hovering above it and the sound of the belts fastened to his hip clicking together, he was close to that point.]
I will ask once more. State your business. [Said with a small step forward, not completely in view but enough that the rings in his eyes seemed to glow eerily, and for a split second one of his horns poked out from behind the shade.] If you do so now I may yet show mercy.
[If the other had been a Garlean, Yoshimitsu wouldn't hesitate to kill. The ninja is blinded by his hatred for the Garleans to not discriminate friend from foe. He thinks all of them to be nothing more than beasts after surviving the horrors the Empire reaped upon Doma. His hatred for their kind runs strong but from this angle, Yoshimitsu can tell that the man before he isn't Garlean.
This shinobi lacks the makings and trappings of one, especially in terms of their accent. The Garlean all have the same pompous accent that hails back to their Garlemald origins. While he can barely see his opponent's face, the accent sounds off. ]
Aye, aye! It seems we both have our questions, don't we?
[He states in a somewhat friendlier tone despite being unwilling to sheathe his katana. ]
Very well, I suppose there's no harm in stating I'm seeking the origins of the chaos behind us.
[Yoshimitsu gestures his head towards the wall behind him. ]
Rumors have reached Kugane of a legendary hero who set the Garleans ablaze here in Eorzea.
[The glowing ethereal gleam of his eyes dims somewhat as he narrows his eyes. ]
I speak of the Warrior of Light! I seeketh his aid for lands beyond the Ruby Sea.
[Few Garleans would tread Eorzean soil so brazenly without being given some manner of violent order. Cid and Lucia (Nero as well, he supposed) were exceptions.
Takame didn't assume this Ninja Garlean, but a spy, a conscript more likely originally from this land or, more accurately, the Far East given his manner of speech. Odd given Miqo'te are rare there, he only knew of one other. Thankfully the information shared caused Takame to ease slightly.]
... Is that right? [This man was much like Gosetsu, then. There are more blatant steps taken to reveal himself, light slowly shining on him and revealing his features.]
You've come a long way for that purpose. [Half said to himself:] Word has spread as far as Kugane, then... [Worrisome, he thought, given their cordial relationship with the Empire and where his next objective was. A thought he put aside for now.]
If it is the Warrior of Light you seek, you need look no further. I am he.
[ The moment the shinobi steps into the light, Yoshimitsu decides to sheathe his blade. ]
You have horns! [He announces with great excitement as his tail swishes erratically behind him. ] You're a Man of the East as well? A Raen no less!
[ This truly comes a surprise for Yoshimitsu, especially since he always thought the Warrior of Light to be a man native of Eorzea. While this changes nothing in hindsight, this certainly causes Yoshimitsu to pause some. Who would've guessed that the fabled Warrior of Light would be a fellow countryman? This brings a smile to the miqo'te's lips but his mask conceals it. ]
This is truly the most auspicious of days, isn't it? After such a long and perilous journey, I've finally found thee!
[ Yoshimitsu quickly closes the gap between them and peers up at the Au Ra. It's more evident now than before that the mask's ethereal glow is no mere illusion. The Warrior of Light can see his eyes as plain as day from beneath that mask and they're just as green as jade but round announcing his heritage quite plainly. This isn't a Seeker of the Sun but rather a Keeper of the Moon gazing up at him. His kind is truly rare beyond that of the Ruby Sea. ]
You seem so young! Barely past twenty moons, I wager.
... Yes. [He Sure Does Have Horns What A Brilliant Observation.
Takame didn't flinch when the Ninja stepped in real close, instead giving him a full body head to toe scan. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say he was sizing the man up. Indeed, note was made of the decidedly rounded pupils and the longer tail when compared to a Seeker's.
He gave no reaction towards the comment of his age. Considering he was approaching his twenty-eighth summer, though, it came as something of a surprise to be described as young. But that was irrelevant to now where his aid is being requested. And in truth, he was curious of events overseas.]
I imagine you've much to share if you've come all this way. [A pause as he looked to the Shroud, away from the wall. Where an Aetheryte shined in the distance.] ... Come with me. There is a settlement not far where we may freely speak of your business.
Indeed, indeed! With haste we go but let us hope I don't scare the locals.
[ The Gridanians aren't typically fond of outsiders, least of all miqo'tes. Too many of his kind often prowl these woods as thieves and vagabonds. Yoshimitsu wouldn't be surprised if he gets confused for one but he hopes the Warrior of Light has a good enough rapport with local law enforcement. The Wood Wailers can be quite unfriendly towards travelers like Yoshimitsu. ]
Lead on, friend. Lead on.
[ He falls into step with Takame matching his pace as they walk towards the village ahead. Besides the melodious chirping of the birds and the faint howl of the wind, all is quiet. The Shroud is slowly waking from its tranquil slumber and the critters are just starting to stir. While Yanxia is much hillier with fewer trees and more stone, this realm certainly makes Yoshimitsu long for home. ]
What is your name, warrior?
[ He asks once he starts fiddling with the clasps of his mask. It's time to take this thing off. ]
Many know of your grand exploits but not many know of your name.
... Your choice of attire does come off as sinister. [Maybe that was... too rude. He cleared his throat quietly.]
Ah, but it is quite... extravagant. ["And Sinister." Right, changing that subject...] I am... known to the heads of the settlement. They are kind and welcoming. [A short pause. Many don't know his name, especially in the East, but that is by his own design.]
... My name is Takame. A pleasure, ser. Pray forgive my earlier hostility.
[He'll hope the rest of the trip goes without incident. That may be far too much to ask a Warrior of Light circumstance, but come what may it will be dealt with. Indeed as the majority of the trip was quiet on Takame's end, a few of the Wood Wailers stationed before Hawthorne Hut gave a reluctant look towards his guest. It was only after a nod from Takame that they stood at ease.
Given recent circumstances so close to their border, it was understandable that they were even more on edge. But what information may be shared between himself and this shinobi may cause for more alarm. He would have suggested Gridania proper for better privacy had he not had the benefit of his first language, not to mention the Echo.]
I would learn of your situation. [Spoken very plainly in Hingan. He could ensure privacy via the language barrier.] You said you required my aid and wished to know the circumstances of the events at Baelsar's Wall, correct?
[ That comment wins a glare from Yoshimitsu the second the mask is off. His slim fluffy cat-like ears are as dark as his hair but his complexion is oddly fair. He looks Doman judging by the narrow almost almond shape of his eyes. He's a miqo'te all right judging from the faint markings at the inner corners of his eyes. A scruffy-looking miqo'te with a bit of scruff on his upper lip but most of it upon his chin. He looks roughly around Takame's age but it's hard to tell. ]
There's nothing particularly sinister about me. However, my armor is meant to strike fear within the hearts of my opponents.
[ That's why he dresses like an Oni, a demon. The Manji often take on demon-like characteristics and personas upon the battlefield. After all, they're supposed to be fearsome.]
Think nothing of it. [ The ninja states dismissively with a waved hand. ] I am known upon the battlefield as "Yoshimitsu" but my true name is Nobuyuki Ito of the Manji tribe.
[ Now with introductions out of the way, Yoshimitsu can finally speak freely. He appreciates it when Takame switches from the common tongue to that of his native language. This means others won't be able to overhear.]
Aye, aye. The flames of rebellion are upon us in Doma but the Resistance is but small and few. We have yet to recover from our losses but the people seek freedom from their imperial chains.
His tribe isn't one Takame had ever heard of, possibly one that was erased during the occupation. One he hadn't been ordered to "take care of". Or one he forgot about.
The thought nearly prevented him from turning to face this Yoshimitsu, but to speak with his back turned would be beyond rude and he's offended the man enough. So turn around to speak he did only to see that he'd removed the Oni mask. He paused slightly, pursing his lips and letting out a small exhale. He was quite handsome... But of course, gaining information trumped his desire to ogle. Sad.]
You sought my help to bolster your numbers, then. [A long pause.] What is left of Doma's rebels will not last long against the hand of the Empire if that is true. [He looked to the direction of the Wall again.]
... As we speak, Ala Mhigo prepares for their own uprising against Imperial occupation. But as with Doma, they too have suffered tremendous losses. [That he could not stop. Because Zenos was someone he could not best.]
[There's no harm in ogling. Nobuyuki is shockingly dense about that kind of stuff. It's a trait he shares with Lord Hien himself but neither of them is aware of it. Even so, the ninja is rather handsome for someone who've spent most of his life fighting on Doma's behalf. He's remarkably well-preserved in that aspect, especially since most of his esteemed colleagues are dead. He has Zenos to thank for that.]
This I've heard whispered in the wind. [The ninja states with a hint of disappointment in his tone.] However, I know what you have been a thorn at the empire's side ever since your arrival to these lands.
You've bested Gaius van Baeslar, did you not?
[A faint smirk lingers upon Nobuyuki's lips as he regards the man with what seems to be admiration.]
Tell me, do you believe there's still hope for any of us in this plight? Do you think we can still win back what was once lost?
[He wants to know the Warrior of Light's opinion on this matter before going further.]
[There's a small hum in confirmation, though he laid the Black Wolf low so long ago it felt like. Much has changed since then, much more has been at risk to the point he couldn't afford to return to the Pugilism he employed before Operation Archon.
Whatever admiration Takame was regarded with he felt that he did not deserve. Not just because of his recent failures, but because he need not be admired for doing his duty.
Still, he's silent for a while and his eyes fell shut. Is there hope for them in this plight? Takame was someone who knew intimately the lengths which Garlemald will go to crush the people's will. The few remaining fools who had will left, at any rate. Fools so the Imperials would call them next to Savages. And if at the foot of these quashed rebellions was Zenos yae Galvus, someone who he could not best. The first man in a long time Takame could not best...
But what would he tell Yoshimitsu? That the Warrior of Light thinks that hope is lost? Even if Takame believed it, he would not dare voice it. Doing so would invalidate every sacrifice and failure. Every loss and everyone he could save. And after what he did in the past did he not owe it to Ala Mhigo and Doma both to at least try and reclaim their homes? He is a symbol of hope, is he not? Should he not act like it? He lacked a way with words, but... what would Hina or Zhian say to this, he wondered.]
... If there was no hope, no one would fight. We are still fighting.
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idk what this is going to wind up being but I'm christening this post in the name of... Stupid
Takame! Do you have a moment? I've something I wanted to ask, if you have the time.
in the great name of one half of a braincell
Of course. How can I help you?
double dragon disaster
(and to slap a big NYEEHHHH WHATEVER on where in the timeline this thread would fall), he's always glad to see Takame.]Well... You're quite the swordsman. I was wondering if you'd be able to pass on any advice.
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if canon can fudge the passage of time so can we, dammit.Takame gave a small tilt of his head, no different than his usual demeanor, but behind him his tail quirked and began to sway. Advice for swordplay, the one thing he could be called a Master at? Something he could assist with and not have to scramble for the right thing to say? Why, it's as though all his namedays have come at once.Despite that, however, he crossed his arms, not in any sense of hostility but of contemplation.]
The styles we utilize are vastly different. Still, there are certain fundamentals one must practice when wielding any sort of blade. [A short pause.] 'Twould be easier to offer advice through a more hands on approach, I think.
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"Don't hold the sharp end."]That makes sense... And to be honest, I'm not quite sure how many fundamentals I'm aware of. But "hands on," eh? [He quirks an eyebrow suggestively, but his expression quickly changes back. Right, jokes weren't really Takame's thing... Back to business.] What do you have in mind?
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His brow furrowed, his eyes half covered behind his hair, and his tone grew deep and hushed, his words coming out slow, sultry. Appropriate given the quip that he hadn't actually ignored.]
We should go elsewhere. [He looked around them, too many people about. Too many he didn't want to bear witness to his intent. One somewhat ominous given how vague he was.] I would rather explain what I mean away from prying eyes.
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[Does he have any idea how he sounds right now? If he didn't know any better, he'd think Takame was following up on his euphemism... But he looks serious. He glances around at the people bustling about -- and avoids eye contact for as long as he can, lest he start getting any more flustered than he already is at the tone Takame is using.]
Really? Er, would the training grounds suffice, or would you rather go somewhere more... Private?
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Did I give reason to assume anywhere else? [Or was Papayako that eager... and yet Takame sounded completely sincere in his question. Kami above, Papayako, where in the hells is YOUR mind?]
help them...
HE'S HOT AND HE WAS WHISPERING ABOUT GETTING AWAY FROM THE GENERAL PUBLIC WHAT'S HE SUPPOSED TO THINK WHEN HE TALKS LIKE THATOH THANK THE TWELVE
He nearly lets out a sigh of relief at the reply and rubs the back of his neck with a chuckle.]
Ah, good! You had me worried for a moment -- thought you had some sort of terrible secret you had to tell me, or something. Should we be off, then? I'm eager to know what you have in mind.
they can't even help themselves
SOMETHING NOT LEWD FOR FUCK'S SAKE SEEK RELIGION]Hm? [Was... was there some kind of miscommunication on his part? He thought himself fairly clear, but even after all this time he could never truly manage... "casual".]
Ah, yes. Let us away. [Said already headed that way, soon after mumbling something or another to himself in Hingan that sounded somewhere between a question and a self reprimand.
He had a plan in mind for seeing just what Papayako was capable of, one he did not indulge while they moved to the grounds. In fact he was mostly quiet along the way unless directly addressed. He ddidn't speak at all until they arrived when he stopped, rested a hand on his hip and abruptly broke his silence.]
Your style... it is suited best to defensive purposes, correct?
the echo exists solely so that hydaelyn can scream "stop" at them
listen,]Did you say something? [He only catches the very beginning of whatever Takame had muttered to himself before he sets off, leaving him watching his back for a moment before he realizes oh, he's going, and follows after him. Seems like a lot of secrecy for some advice on how to wield a sword...]
Huh? [--Oh, right. From an outside perspective, he'd probably liken it more to distracting the enemy than defending from it, but it fits.] Well... I keep others out of harm's way, so I suppose that's right. Why do you ask?
she should have blessed them with more braincells then
Then defend.
[Congratulations Papayako, that's more warning than he's given anyone else he tested in this way because he is now drawing his weapon, turning on his heel and slashing in your general direction aiming right for your neck.
It was a feint, naturally, he had no intent to harm but with the unexpected sound of him brandishing his weapon and the look in his eyes that only read "threatening", one could easily assume otherwise. This is who you asked for help, Papa.]
please ma’am, even just one would help,
Once he realizes Takame is turning to swing at him, feint or no, he quickly draws his own. He hefts it off his back and swings it forward in an attempt to place it in the path between Takame’s sword and his neck. It takes him a moment to realize that he’s NOT actively trying to kill him (up for debate), but that expression certainly has him fooled.]
Well, that’s not very sporting of you. All you had to do was ask.
"no"
He remained for a long moment, blades still together, just staring Papayako down. A full body head to toe scan he gave, noting posture, exploitable openings, sturdiness of stance, how he held his weapon. His expression did not soften the entire time.]
Your enemy will not ask. [Said coldly before finally stepping back.] I wished to test your reaction time.
:(
[Should he say that he was just trying to lighten the mood...? Mm, no, he ought to leave it, lest he get an extra scolding from his stern teacher later. Papayako doesn’t lower his sword even after Takame steps away, still watching his hands and feet for any signs of movement.
His reflexes should be sharp, well-practiced from years of dodging harm and finding the time to cast spells in battle, but it’s probably all too clear that he hasn’t spent more than a few years with that sword on his back. Maybe not bad for a beginner, but if he’s to keep walking the path he’s chosen, then he must improve.]
They won’t be telling me what to work on, either, so I pray you’ll show me that mercy.
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Takame did make note of the direction Papayako's gaze led, waiting and watching for his next move. A good sign, though he would do well not to tunnel his focus to one enemy when often there are many.
Pot calling the kettle black, perhaps. But Takame is not such a poor teacher that he would deny criticism. Not in this situation anyway. He'd be crossing his arms had he not still assumed his Samurai's stance.]
... Your movements are sluggish. Had there been true intent to kill, you would not have had the chance for a clean parry. I could have easily left you with a crippling injury. You should be moving your sword, not the other way around. [A sensitive topic, maybe, but no less true. And yet there is another point he would make, this time relaxing his stance if only to wave an accusatory finger Papayako's way.] ... And you are not holding the hilt correctly. You'll do lasting harm to your wrist if you continue as you are.
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Things that should come naturally in time we may not have.
When Takame finishes speaking he glances at his hands -- his wrists are the last thing on his mind with so much already on the line. But of all the glaring problems in his swordsmanship, it seems like the one that is quickest to fix. While Papayako is mulling over the criticism and formulating what questions to ask, he stands up straight and loosens his grip on the sword.]
Show me. The correct way, I mean.
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Though it made him recall that not everyone grew up on the blade as he did, causing him in guilt to soften his expression as he approached, if only a little.]
Here. [He could have showed him with his own weapon but instead Takame took it upon himself to shift Papayako's hand and wrist himself.
Papayako might find that his hands are warmer than expected.] If your grip is too tense you will stress your wrist and damage your sword arm. Relax your hold and straighten your wrist like so. [Demonstrating by moving his wrist straight, his hand lingered so Papayako could commit the position to memory. After a moment he stepped back again.] Do you see?
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... His hands are warmer than he thought they would be. Papayako maintains the grip Takame has positioned for him, brow furrowed in an effort to memorize how it looks and feels.] I see... You have my thanks. ... And my apologies. My training was -- [What, "a magic rock imbued with the memories of past dark knights that I stole from a dead man?" Don't be stupid, Papayako.] Unconventional, to say the least. How do I become faster? Is it just practice?
you're a menace
He isn't sure what to make of "unconventional", but he had the good grace to not pry. Not yet. And even for this unconventional training he had, he was still alive to call it such. That counted for something.] 'Tis a common mistake I've found even seasoned swordsmen make. They quickly found their careers coming to an early end continuing as they were. If not their lives. [He didn't pull any punches when it came to swordplay, this one.] But yes, all will come together with more training.
The latest menace to ever live but thank u
[Papayako frowns, looking back to his hands around the blade’s hilt. One mistake and you’re bleeding out on the battlefield with a sword at your neck, drifting in and out of consciousness while a... The details aren’t important. He knows all too well how all the knowledge in the world won’t save you from a slip-up, but maybe advice would help him to avoid them in the future. He appears to be malms away while he ponders it, but he snaps back to the present after a moment.] If it won’t keep you from other tasks, shall we continue? I haven’t had many opportunities to spar with a master.
its psl land i'll backtag it into eternity
And realized that the other Au Ra probably knew that fully well considering his new choice of hairstyle and conspicuous scar. And no one liked being reminded of those. Moving away from that subject, he nodded.]
I had nothing to attend to, you needn't worry about keeping me. [And he went into his offensive stance again.]
Show me what else you have to offer.
BOY I'M REALLY PUTTING THAT TO THE TEST HUH o(-(
Heh, mayhap nothing you haven't seen before, but I'll do my best to keep up!
[Papayako returns to his position, mindful of his grip on his weapon. Right, move faster, pay attention... They always say that the best defense is a good offense, but that requires him to be on Takame's master level, doesn't it? He shifts his weight and swings at Takame with enough dexterity to keep it from connecting -- if he even gets close, that is.]
YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME
The swing was easily predictable and parried, but less so that it would have been had Papayako's grip been weak. It took Takame some effort to parry, he needed to be aware of how he managed his own weight to not be overwhelmed by the difference in scale. It was enough to disrupt his stance slightly.]
... Better. [Said flatly, but not unimpressed as before. He straightened his position again.] Try again. [He's expecting for a theoretical hit to land this time.]
h...happy new year orz
He grunts with effort as he swings again. A little harder, a little faster... Papayako's never been a lazy student. After his swing he shifts back and quickly tries to re-assume a defensive position, just in case Takame counters.]
How's that?
From Yanxia with Love (Eorzea based AU)
The masked shinobi clung to the shadows as he quickly transversed through the wall. He saw remnants of the battle laid strewn in the form of rubble and blood. The aftermath was a gruesome sight to behold but Yoshimitsu didn't blink an eye. He's grown too used to bloodshed over the long years but Yoshimitsu hasn't lost his humanity. He made his way through Baeslar's Wall muttering a prayer for all those who perished before venturing onward.
It was daybreak by the time he reached the other side. The shinobi raced down the metallic staircase and let out a breath of relief once he felt grass again. It was too early for the Wood Wailers to be on patrol. That's a good thing considering how unfriendly the Gridanians can be. Yoshimitsu glances over at the wall again briefly before continuing with his mission.]
now with version Takame, but Sadder.
Has been for some time, was being tailed even ever since Castrum Oriens. Perhaps Takame hadn't completed his own training as a Shadow Walker finding a longer blade suited him better, but he still has the silent steps worthy of one, able to stalk a possible spy undetected. After Ilberd's machinations caused so much death he wasn't going to run the risk of an Imperial straggler trying to sneak his way into the Shroud.
Despite his weapon preference, he always carried smaller knives on him. One of which was thrown into the grass from where he stood tall but hidden by the bough's shadow on Amarissaix's Spire before this shinobi while he was distracted by looking back to the wall. A silent warning for him to turn back or state his business.]
Aw, Takame! ;-;
Yoshimitsu knew he felt eyes upon him but he couldn't figure out whether it was man or beast until now. The dagger serves as warning enough but the Manji isn't easily spooked. Instead, the ninja quickly unsheathes his sword and faces the direction of where the shadow falls.]
What is this foolishness?!
[Yoshimitsu questions as he gets into a familiar chūdan stance much like a traditional samurai. Despite being trained in both the arts, Yoshimitsu seems to carry himself more like a samurai in battle. The bright green eyes of his mask burn brightly once he spots the shadow walker hiding within the shade of the spire.]
Is this how Eorzeans greet their guests?
hey you wanted the wol version and you know what that entails
From above he took a better look at the man. Such ostentatious garb betrayed the full black of most Doman Shadows, and the stance, he realized befit his own preferred style more accurately. Takame did not emerge from the shadows freely, not yet, instead opting to voice his demand while hidden.
It would make for a better means to incapacitate should it come to that.]
State your business, Shadow Walker.
Yoshi already vows to make sad!Takame smile again~
My business is my own! [He declares with a slight scoff. ] But if thou must know, then thee must brandish steel!
[While his fellow ninja search in vain for Lord Hien, Yoshimitsu seeks none other than the fabled Warrior of Light the supposed savior of this realm. ]
Harken onto me, fiend! Do you seek death?
[He asks while slowly swishing his long black tail behind him. While the color of his tail matches that of an Xaela, it lacks the scales. His tail is too fuzzy to be that of an Auri. ]
stronger people than catte yoshi have tried
He saw that swishing tail though even from this distance. A benefit of the keen sight gifted to him with Hydaelyn's blessing. A Miqo'te, then. A damned bold one to challenge Takame so.
This area already negatively affected Takame's mood, reminded him far too much of every mistake he's ever made. And yet still. One chance more, if only because of the conclusion he drew from the outfit. He'll not draw his sword until he is about to use it. And based on the hand hovering above it and the sound of the belts fastened to his hip clicking together, he was close to that point.]
I will ask once more. State your business. [Said with a small step forward, not completely in view but enough that the rings in his eyes seemed to glow eerily, and for a split second one of his horns poked out from behind the shade.] If you do so now I may yet show mercy.
but none of them were NYAMITSU!
This shinobi lacks the makings and trappings of one, especially in terms of their accent. The Garlean all have the same pompous accent that hails back to their Garlemald origins. While he can barely see his opponent's face, the accent sounds off. ]
Aye, aye! It seems we both have our questions, don't we?
[He states in a somewhat friendlier tone despite being unwilling to sheathe his katana. ]
Very well, I suppose there's no harm in stating I'm seeking the origins of the chaos behind us.
[Yoshimitsu gestures his head towards the wall behind him. ]
Rumors have reached Kugane of a legendary hero who set the Garleans ablaze here in Eorzea.
[The glowing ethereal gleam of his eyes dims somewhat as he narrows his eyes. ]
I speak of the Warrior of Light! I seeketh his aid for lands beyond the Ruby Sea.
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Takame didn't assume this Ninja Garlean, but a spy, a conscript more likely originally from this land or, more accurately, the Far East given his manner of speech. Odd given Miqo'te are rare there, he only knew of one other. Thankfully the information shared caused Takame to ease slightly.]
... Is that right? [This man was much like Gosetsu, then. There are more blatant steps taken to reveal himself, light slowly shining on him and revealing his features.]
You've come a long way for that purpose. [Half said to himself:] Word has spread as far as Kugane, then... [Worrisome, he thought, given their cordial relationship with the Empire and where his next objective was. A thought he put aside for now.]
If it is the Warrior of Light you seek, you need look no further. I am he.
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You have horns! [He announces with great excitement as his tail swishes erratically behind him. ] You're a Man of the East as well? A Raen no less!
[ This truly comes a surprise for Yoshimitsu, especially since he always thought the Warrior of Light to be a man native of Eorzea. While this changes nothing in hindsight, this certainly causes Yoshimitsu to pause some. Who would've guessed that the fabled Warrior of Light would be a fellow countryman? This brings a smile to the miqo'te's lips but his mask conceals it. ]
This is truly the most auspicious of days, isn't it? After such a long and perilous journey, I've finally found thee!
[ Yoshimitsu quickly closes the gap between them and peers up at the Au Ra. It's more evident now than before that the mask's ethereal glow is no mere illusion. The Warrior of Light can see his eyes as plain as day from beneath that mask and they're just as green as jade but round announcing his heritage quite plainly. This isn't a Seeker of the Sun but rather a Keeper of the Moon gazing up at him. His kind is truly rare beyond that of the Ruby Sea. ]
You seem so young! Barely past twenty moons, I wager.
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Takame didn't flinch when the Ninja stepped in real close, instead giving him a full body head to toe scan. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say he was sizing the man up. Indeed, note was made of the decidedly rounded pupils and the longer tail when compared to a Seeker's.
He gave no reaction towards the comment of his age. Considering he was approaching his twenty-eighth summer, though, it came as something of a surprise to be described as young. But that was irrelevant to now where his aid is being requested. And in truth, he was curious of events overseas.]
I imagine you've much to share if you've come all this way. [A pause as he looked to the Shroud, away from the wall. Where an Aetheryte shined in the distance.] ... Come with me. There is a settlement not far where we may freely speak of your business.
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[ The Gridanians aren't typically fond of outsiders, least of all miqo'tes. Too many of his kind often prowl these woods as thieves and vagabonds. Yoshimitsu wouldn't be surprised if he gets confused for one but he hopes the Warrior of Light has a good enough rapport with local law enforcement. The Wood Wailers can be quite unfriendly towards travelers like Yoshimitsu. ]
Lead on, friend. Lead on.
[ He falls into step with Takame matching his pace as they walk towards the village ahead. Besides the melodious chirping of the birds and the faint howl of the wind, all is quiet. The Shroud is slowly waking from its tranquil slumber and the critters are just starting to stir. While Yanxia is much hillier with fewer trees and more stone, this realm certainly makes Yoshimitsu long for home. ]
What is your name, warrior?
[ He asks once he starts fiddling with the clasps of his mask. It's time to take this thing off. ]
Many know of your grand exploits but not many know of your name.
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Ah, but it is quite... extravagant. ["And Sinister." Right, changing that subject...] I am... known to the heads of the settlement. They are kind and welcoming. [A short pause. Many don't know his name, especially in the East, but that is by his own design.]
... My name is Takame. A pleasure, ser. Pray forgive my earlier hostility.
[He'll hope the rest of the trip goes without incident. That may be far too much to ask a Warrior of Light circumstance, but come what may it will be dealt with. Indeed as the majority of the trip was quiet on Takame's end, a few of the Wood Wailers stationed before Hawthorne Hut gave a reluctant look towards his guest. It was only after a nod from Takame that they stood at ease.
Given recent circumstances so close to their border, it was understandable that they were even more on edge. But what information may be shared between himself and this shinobi may cause for more alarm. He would have suggested Gridania proper for better privacy had he not had the benefit of his first language, not to mention the Echo.]
I would learn of your situation. [Spoken very plainly in Hingan. He could ensure privacy via the language barrier.] You said you required my aid and wished to know the circumstances of the events at Baelsar's Wall, correct?
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[ That comment wins a glare from Yoshimitsu the second the mask is off. His slim fluffy cat-like ears are as dark as his hair but his complexion is oddly fair. He looks Doman judging by the narrow almost almond shape of his eyes. He's a miqo'te all right judging from the faint markings at the inner corners of his eyes. A scruffy-looking miqo'te with a bit of scruff on his upper lip but most of it upon his chin. He looks roughly around Takame's age but it's hard to tell. ]
There's nothing particularly sinister about me. However, my armor is meant to strike fear within the hearts of my opponents.
[ That's why he dresses like an Oni, a demon. The Manji often take on demon-like characteristics and personas upon the battlefield. After all, they're supposed to be fearsome.]
Think nothing of it. [ The ninja states dismissively with a waved hand. ] I am known upon the battlefield as "Yoshimitsu" but my true name is Nobuyuki Ito of the Manji tribe.
[ Now with introductions out of the way, Yoshimitsu can finally speak freely. He appreciates it when Takame switches from the common tongue to that of his native language. This means others won't be able to overhear.]
Aye, aye. The flames of rebellion are upon us in Doma but the Resistance is but small and few. We have yet to recover from our losses but the people seek freedom from their imperial chains.
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His tribe isn't one Takame had ever heard of, possibly one that was erased during the occupation. One he hadn't been ordered to "take care of". Or one he forgot about.
The thought nearly prevented him from turning to face this Yoshimitsu, but to speak with his back turned would be beyond rude and he's offended the man enough. So turn around to speak he did only to see that he'd removed the Oni mask. He paused slightly, pursing his lips and letting out a small exhale. He was quite handsome... But of course, gaining information trumped his desire to ogle.
Sad.]You sought my help to bolster your numbers, then. [A long pause.] What is left of Doma's rebels will not last long against the hand of the Empire if that is true. [He looked to the direction of the Wall again.]
... As we speak, Ala Mhigo prepares for their own uprising against Imperial occupation. But as with Doma, they too have suffered tremendous losses. [That he could not stop. Because Zenos was someone he could not best.]
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This I've heard whispered in the wind. [The ninja states with a hint of disappointment in his tone.] However, I know what you have been a thorn at the empire's side ever since your arrival to these lands.
You've bested Gaius van Baeslar, did you not?
[A faint smirk lingers upon Nobuyuki's lips as he regards the man with what seems to be admiration.]
Tell me, do you believe there's still hope for any of us in this plight? Do you think we can still win back what was once lost?
[He wants to know the Warrior of Light's opinion on this matter before going further.]
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Whatever admiration Takame was regarded with he felt that he did not deserve. Not just because of his recent failures, but because he need not be admired for doing his duty.
Still, he's silent for a while and his eyes fell shut. Is there hope for them in this plight? Takame was someone who knew intimately the lengths which Garlemald will go to crush the people's will. The few remaining fools who had will left, at any rate. Fools so the Imperials would call them next to Savages. And if at the foot of these quashed rebellions was Zenos yae Galvus, someone who he could not best. The first man in a long time Takame could not best...
But what would he tell Yoshimitsu? That the Warrior of Light thinks that hope is lost? Even if Takame believed it, he would not dare voice it. Doing so would invalidate every sacrifice and failure. Every loss and everyone he could save. And after what he did in the past did he not owe it to Ala Mhigo and Doma both to at least try and reclaim their homes? He is a symbol of hope, is he not? Should he not act like it? He lacked a way with words, but... what would Hina or Zhian say to this, he wondered.]
... If there was no hope, no one would fight. We are still fighting.