After getting prisoner resecured to Fumio’s bo staff after striking camp.
“At least the terrain isn’t so rocky. It’s been a long time since I’ve spent time in the mountains. This is much more my speed.” Masaru hefted the staff on his shoulder to get a more comfortable position.
“So Masahira-san, yesterday before the attack, what was that Lion girl yammering about? It seemed kind of important, or at least important to her. Of course, it didn’t really look like you were listening. That’s a nice tea set you have, by the way. I should show you one of mine. Not sure if I’ll make one about this fight. I still can’t believe I missed, that should have been a perfect execution.”
“You create tea sets based on battles? that is pretty cool. I’d like to see it.”
“And I am not sure what the Lion girl was talking about. Maybe it had something to do with our task” he says with a shrug.
He struggles to remember what went on before the battle, but can only remember the trees and a girl talking; but not what she was saying. Not thinking up anything, he decided to try and shift the topic to one less scary.
With a shaky voice, he continues. “Aside from that, I hope I do better in the upcoming fights. Do you think we will fight often? All of my shots in the past were against targets, so I don’t have much experience with live ones.”
Masaru stops suddenly, putting undue tension on the pole and Kyril on the other end, staring at Marahira incredulously, “You do realize that the only reason we even have this man is because of your shot, yes? If he hadn’t been so thoroughly disabled by you, it’s probable that he too would have fallen on his blade. You really are the success of this mission.”
Shaking his head he gives an apologetic look to Kyril, realizing what he’d done and starts walking again, “I do hope we don’t have many skirmishes like this one. I am an excellent swordsman, but my training is on a more personal basis. I prefer a fair duel to this,” he says waving at the trussed up captive. “Oh yes,” he blurts out finally picking up on what Masahira said minutes ago now, “I paint ceramics, and I figure what better thing to paint than all my glorious victories. They’re quite good, too.”
Kyril – Matt
Kyril continues walking shouldering the prisoner on Fumio’s bo staff taking in the conversation and the situation. Acknowledging Masaru’s mention of the terrain Kyril’s looked around taking in his surroundings and nodding in agreement. “We are now part of the Hammers, fighting is now part of our life, anticipate anything and everything while in their service. Masahira, your shots although decent were not consistent, I trust next time you will not miss.”
Continuing to walk, Kyril absent mindedly listened to the conversation about tea sets half listening seeing no importance in the conversation. Holding one hand to the bo staff for support, Kyril slowly reached his free hand into his pocket and started rolling his lucky chopsticks in his hand looking around the surrounding area being vigilant. “This is no time for small talk men, we are on a mission and must be vigilant. We still could face danger on these roads.” Looking at Fumio, “You remember our days wandering through bandit infested woods, they could be lurking anywhere, let us be prepared for the worst.”
Mashira takes sometime to think about his next response. He is aware of his own lack-of-courage, but knows how important the entirety of his success is to the dojo and both clans. It is just the minor details and actually getting there where problems come up.
With this in mind, he pulls out his Compass with Family Insignia, and thinks about his family. He says to Kyril “I will continue to do my best with everything I can.”. Big on thoughts, small on words. Just the way he likes it. Now, he just listens to the other’s part of this conversation, walking towards their next destination.
With an understanding expression his face, Kyril looks at Mashira and nods in acknowledgement to his response. Thinking to himself, Kyril starts replaying the recent skirmish in his head. (Internal thought) “Our first test as Hammer went well. I don’t know what brought us together, if it was luck or fate but together we make a formidable group.” Kyril turns his head towards Fumio “His ability to sneak up on those men was impressive, the only thing more impressive was his air magic. I wonder what else he is capable of.” Continuing the walk Kyril looks down the Bo staff towards Masaru, “His ego is one of a god, and his fighting tactics are intriguing. Not his best performance but I cannot forget the deadly accuracy and strength he displayed when we first encountered one another. I see a great fighting comrade in him and cannot wait to see his full potential.” “Mashira, now he is a mysterious one. His shot may be the only reason we accomplished our mission in bringing one of these men back. Having an archer can come in handy, especially if his accuracy improves. I wonder how he would fair using a sword…” Kyril shakes his head quickly and realizes he shouldn’t be distracting himself reliving the past, there will be time to reflect later. Kyril regaining his concentration continues walking at Masaru’s pace.
Pulling himself out of his book Fumio looks up at Kyril. “Yes those were certainly interesting times. Though this group seems much less organized then those thugs. I very much doubt we will have to worry much about any surprise attacks.”
Fumio glanced up at the other two members of the little party. The quiet one with the bow, Masahira, seemed in experienced, but was still surprisingly handy with that bow. Given his confidence its probably a good thing he stayed out of the fighting directly. On the other hand, the other, Masaru, seemed very capable, at least one on one. Fumio very vaguely recalled hearing about someone similar to him in one of the other Crane schools.
Not necessarily his first choice for a group of people to work with, but he had worked with Kyril before, and the others seemed capable enough. All in all, it could be worse. With that Fumio went back to working his way through his book.
Keeping stride with Masaru, not wanting to drop to Bo staff to the ground Kyril glances at Fumio. With a puzzling look he begins to wonder how Fumio can have his face nose deep in his book and maintain walking with ease and grace. He quickly moves on from that thought though not trying understood those who manipulate the elements, nor does he care to. “I doubt we will have to worry about another surprise attack this day, but we cannot think they will not try again. Not many have the strength to confront the Hammers head on, their strategy will most definitely consist on using shadow tactics to gain an advantage on us.”
“Your ability to manipulate the air has greatly improved since our last encounter Fumio, I am looking forward to fighting alongside with you in the future and to see your true power.”
Masaru smiles at Masahira, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. With me around, glory will be free for the taking. I may prefer to fight one on one, but I certainly don’t mind the backup, especially backup that can stop those who might flee from me. But Fumio-san, your connection to the spirits, or gods, or however your powers work certainly did turn the tide. I’ve never really even interacted with a Shugenja before, let alone worked with one. I almost thought we really had backup, and I knew it was a lie from the start.”
He glances over at the bookish man and frowns, calling back to Kyril, “So why does he get to distract himself so thoroughly without a complaint but our archer gets a lecture? Not that I think it matters. Your assessment of the group, Fumio-san, is definitely faulty. While I don’t know how organized your previous adversaries were I can’t imagine they were much more so than these. They performed a near perfect ambush on the recruits to deadly effect. It seemed more luck than anything else that we were able to find the group we did. It is just also as clear that all who left had no interest in lingering. Besides there are most likely recruits all throughout the area, since we were not the only group sent. Any Bandits would do well to stay out of sight for the next day, I think.”
Closing his book and lifting his gaze, Fumio looked ahead at Masaru. “If you hadn’t noticed, I can’t see very well,” he said poignantly pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Therefore, I am listening for anything out of the ordinary instead,” Fumio says with a grin. “As for these guys,” he said with a nod to the man hanging from his staff, “They seem to frighten rather easily and don’t seem to have any strategy for getting away. I could be wrong, but I think it was either shear luck that they pulled off the attack or there is someone else guiding them. No matter what, as I said before and as you just said, I doubt we have to much to worry about today.”
Turning to Kyril, Fumio bows slightly. “Thank you for the compliment. I am better, but I still have a long way to go yet. Though it seems I am not the only one who has improved, or is that your lucky chopsticks rubbing off on you?”