Sengoku Horizon

Look towards the Horizon

The Warring States Period: Fierce warlords fought for control of Japan, and many would perish. When a warrior falls, where does the passion they once held go? Possibly into something dear such as a favorite weapon or heirloom. These heirlooms have been labeled as “relics”, and those that carry them are labeled as “Scions." Recently more and more of these special relics have been activating, signaling the start of a great change as ancient power meets the modern world!

Now For The Local News, 06/01/2018 The Chinese delegation have now arrived at the city of Edo. Making friends and learning about Edo Culture is their current aim! In other news it is also time for the school dance event! Please bring your characters along!

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Feb 16 2018, 06:04 PM
I'm going to be leaving now. If we were in a thread, sorry for cutting it short. If we were going to thread, sorry if I left you wanting. And sorry if this seems abrupt, though please let me assure whoever bothers reading this that I have been thinking on this extensively for the last week and a half. All in all, I'm just not enjoying myself. I think I get along well enough with everyone, but I find myself feeling somewhat like an outlier here. I don't really know what to say because I can't really explain it. I just genuinely have trouble writing on here whereas I didn't really have to make much efforts in some other places. But besides that, I don't really have anyone here I can say is a good friend. That isn't to say I don't like you all or anything, but I've never really felt like I click with anyone on the site in a way where I could do banter I do with a lot of others. Hopefully you guys won't be mad, but I wouldn't blame you. But I'm fairly new and I'm sure you'll forget me quickly without much trouble.

Either way, I enjoyed most of my time here for what it was. If we see each other again, I'll do my best to say hello. But for now, goodbye.
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Jan 28 2018, 08:45 PM
It was the afternoon when most classes had already been released with the halls filling with chatty teens talking to each other. Most seemed to be heading out, possibly to the dorms or to hang out, though some were instead making their way to their clubs instead. The little Souta just happened to be of the same sort as he carefully made his way through the halls, trying not to bump into anyone. As people saw what state he was in, some yielded the way out of curtesy. Others just didn't pay him much attention or didn't particularly care, though it wasn't much problem to Souta aside from the occasional person bumping into him. It didn't sting as much as it had before, but the young man still greatly preferred leaving his recovering injuries mostly untouched.

Turning around the corner and making his way into the culinary room, Souta came to a stop before slowly pulling the door open with one arm. As he made his way inside, everyone could clearly see him now. His left arm was held in a cast by a sling clutched tightly against his chest. As he noticed some of the strange gazes he had gotten, he gave a polite smile to everyone in the room. It had been a week since he'd last attended anything besides his classes, but he finally mustered up enough resolve to step out from his room once more. Slowly, he closed the door behind him and made his way to a table with a small shoulder bag. Setting it down and digging through it, he quickly began to dig through it before going to take out a picture of some Japanese cookies.

"Excuse me for suddenly asking after being gone for a while, but can anyone help me make this? It's butter cookie so it's pretty simple, but I have trouble getting my head around them." he announced suddenly, glancing around as he looked on for any takers. "I'm afraid I'm a little unable right now with the state of my body. Besides that, I'm not really as talented in cooking as most people here. So if I could get your assistance, I would be grateful and would be fine with letting them have some. Thank you for listening." he explained before going to set down the picture and make his way to one of the prep areas, washing his hands quickly before going to begin the tedious task of gathering ingredients. For the most part, few stated their answers while none had really moved to help him other than fetching some things for him. Only having one good arm at his disposal would do that but didn't feel he was in much place to complain as he simply donned an apron and set to work on starting with or without anyone's help.
Dec 31 2017, 05:31 PM
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<span class="name">Kasai Souta</span>
<span class="sub1">of the Kasai Clan</span>
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• 15, Male<br>
• Mito, Hitachi<br>
• 1st Year<br>

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• Military Strategist <br>
• Home Economics<br>
• Taking evening walks<br>

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<br>HAIR: Black short hair that has various degrees of effort put into taming depending on the situation, though typically untamed and wild while clean.
<br>EYES: Blue eyes.
<br>HEIGHT: 4'11
<br>BODY TYPE: Lithe without much definition.
<br>STYLE: In terms of clothing, Souta is more or less always messy. Often when he wakes up and prepares for school, he simply forgets to properly do some buttons or will not take the time to straighten up his uniform. However when he attends more serious meetings with others, he will take the time to properly groom and dress himself respectfully, clearly capable of doing so if he wishes. Souta also mainly tries to wear older traditional clothes decorated with the Kasai emblem when possible as he adores the elaborate designs of an era long past. Whenever he is shopping in the city or wishing to not draw attention though, he will wear normal casual clothes. Even when in his school uniform, he might often have his top undone a bit and the legs of his pants rolled up.
<br>OTHER: Souta mainly just suffers from being both short and slightly feminine looking along with young features, making people believe he is younger than he is. Often he is mistaken for someone a few years too small for Edo except for people who know him. His rather childish nature does nothing to help with this problem either.

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A fairly kind spirit typically, Souta tries to do his best to get along with others and simply avoid conflict when he can. He enjoys simply goofing around and not having to worry too much about the little things. He can come off as incredibly affectionate to people he is familiar with, not afraid to give hugs to new and old friends alike. He also tries to do his best to encourage others towards their best, acting as a beacon of sunshine for others when he can. Despite this, he can be plenty fierce when he is put to battle. He can enjoy playing around with some people in or out of combat, but does his best to remain respectful in both forms. In addition, he holds life dearly and will try to avoid taking it whenever the option is possible.
  • Wisdom - Since a young age has Souta been made aware of his position and the position he will one day inherit. Because of this, he has been groomed to be a proper successor since he was small with the hopes that he will one day become a glorious leader for the Kasai. For the most part, everything that Souta strives for is deliberate. He takes joy in fooling people into thinking that he is incompetent and childish. In war and politics alike, he will often look for the most effective solution to a problem even if it is not the most simple.
  • Compassion - Souta does not enjoy unnecessary trouble or suffering to others. If there is a better alternative, he will try to make it so whenever possible. Despite this, he will often avoid solutions which would severely inconvenience those of his ranks or will not hesitate to do what must be done for the good of his people.
  • Pride - The force that pushes Souta towards his ambitions. Often, his pride can serve as a double-edged sword. Souta feels a harmony when with people from his clan and wishes only for success to flourish from his people. Because of this, he can feel confident when he takes up actions to try to promote the prosperity of his people. Likewise, he takes insults to the Kasai or Date name very seriously which can end up making him lose his temper if not kept in check. This can also come out when dealing with people who would declare themselves the enemies of either clans or with the Uesugi, though more in bitter remarks and taunts.
  • Perfectionist - Being taught to succeed at all costs has done much to the young man, but not all has been good. Since a young age, Souta has created high standards for himself which he feels he must try to reach. While often seeming pleased with himself when he accomplishes something, Souta rarely holds his achievement with pride as he feels he can always do better. In addition, his failures can spur him into brief periods of depression where he feels unworthy to his name.
  • Image - Compared to some other heirs, Souta is not near as impressive as he would like. Even now, he still waits for his body to mature so he can grow into a more stoic figure that commands respect just from a gaze. Because of this, Souta often feels he has to work harder to make up for his shortcomings and sometimes worry if people perceive him as a kid despite his age. In a similar way, this also makes him hate having to ask his family for assistance in matters he believe he should handle on his own.
  • Sweet Tooth - While not a strong weakness, Souta has a little sugar addiction. Just waving around candy in front of him can sometimes make him lose track of his thoughts unless the situation around him is dire. Often, he might even try to absentmindedly swipe said treats from people when they are not watching them only to feel guilty about it after.
<br>LIKES: Sweets (deserts, candy, and other treats), members of either the Date or Kasai family, playing games, being shown proper respect, benevolent acts.
<br>DISLIKES: Falling into the plans of others, needless confrontation, members from the Uesugi clan, waiting on others, complete disrespect for his family name, needlessly cruel actions.
<br>AMBITIONS: For the most part, Souta is only concerned with the survival of his clan regardless of what must be done. However, he also hopes for one day to be recognized as a magnificent strategist and for his people to be renowned for their power.

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WEAPON: Souta mainly uses his relic as a weapon similar to a club or baton although he tries to avoid direct combat. If he is forced into a fight however, Souta isn't afraid to take advantage of his small frame and agility in order to avoid attacks. Because of this however, he also cannot hit very hard himself and cannot withstand many blows either meaning he tries to avoid close combat when possible.
<br>RELIC: The relic itself is a large Kiseru pipe refitted with weights and metal to make it a proficient weapon. In addition, it can still be used as a pipe for smoking although such a thing is only typically done once a generation to help preserve the value of the relic.
<br>RELIC OWNER: Kasai, Harutane
<br>OWNER HISTORY: One of the leaders of the clan during the Sengoku period, Harutane was a skilled tactician who kept his enemies constantly defensive with powerful shock and awe strategies. When he got older, he acquired the Kiseru believing it was a good luck charm and would smoke from it before each battle. After he passed, it was given to the next head who made a tradition of passing it once a new leader of the Kasai was selected. As part of a tradition, each clan head will smoke once from the pipe, believing that by doing so they can become closer with the spirits of their ancestors and accomplish the unimaginable.
<br>ACTIVATED ABILITY 1: Smoke Attack - Souta channels energy from his pipe before it produces a light smoke in front of him. This smoke shifts and alters until it takes the shape of a floating blade that hardens within the air. He can then launch this blade to a maximum of three meters from himself to try attacking an enemy with it. After this attack, the blades dissipate. (One turn cooldown.)
<br>ACTIVATED ABILITY 2: Ashen Soldier - Similarly to the last ability, smoke once more rises from the pipe although in much greater amount. Souta then proclaims a weapon and before him a faceless figure made of dark ash forms and solidifies before him. This figure will begin to attack any hostiles that Souta wills for and can move up to 10 meters from Souta. However, it is not difficult to defeat as it attacks without sense of self preservation and vanishes from merely a strike, mainly meant for surprise attacks or distractions. If the figure is not vanquished, it dissipates into a puff of smoke by itself in two turns. (Three turn cooldown.)
<br>LOCKED ACTIVATED ABILITY 3: Ember Troops - This time, the pot begins to stir with life as faint flickers of flame stir within the Kiseru pipe. The whole area around Souta becomes enveloped in a thick smoke obscuring any vision. After a second has passed, the smoke dissipates to reveal a squadron of five troops behind him made of fiery embers and ash. These troops immediately rush forward at the enemy and begin to fight fiercely. For ten seconds (i.e. their initial post), they attempt to grapple onto the enemies at any cost. Unlike before, they will shift around things that attack them, enveloping them and trapping them within themselves. Once one round after summoning has passed, they suddenly explode in a meter wide range enveloping anyone unlucky enough in the blast. (Five turn cooldown.)
<br>PASSIVE 1: Ancestor's Guidance - Whenever Souta takes the field of battle with his relic, he gains an unusual calm even as a situation becomes dire which allows him to continue forming and executing plans even as he endures blows, his mind becoming overclocked in order to try figuring out the best solution he can.
<br>LOCKED PASSIVE 2: Ancestor's Secrets - Expanding on the guidance, this sense of calm expands Souta's mental capabilities as he becomes capable of manifesting three blades with Smoke Attack now and an additional soldier from Ashen Soldier.
<br>LOCKED AWAKENED MODE COLOR: A yellow, wispy aura
<br> AWAKENED ATTACK: Pot of Ashes - Once more, smoke leaks from Souta's pipe before swirling around him in a thick blanket that spread out roughly in three meters each direction. This smoke obscures any vision into the area while being inside allows faint silhouettes of others to be seen. From within, the same faceless soldiers from before stir around and attack any who are caught within, shifting through the smoke like angered spirits. For ten seconds, any hostiles caught within the smoke or who enter the smoke will suddenly feel themselves both pushed and pulled downward by the cloud as these being attacks all foes within. After a few more seconds, any enemies who did not escape from the smoke are suddenly ignited and burned cleanly through into ashes while the smoke begins to dissipate. Souta himself suffers a heavy exhaustion from this himself and is rendered unconscious from it from such a tremendous toll on his body as well as as well as fatigue afterwards. </div>

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<br>• Father: Kasai, Gen'ichi
<br>• Mother: Kasai, Akemi
<br>• Siblings - (I'd like to leave this open to people if they decide to join, my backstory can be revised for it if needed)
<br>• Uncle: Kasai, Hikaru<br>

As a young boy who had been born into the Kasai clan in the Hitachi province, the latest in a long line of people who would receive the family name. Ever since he was young, his family had high expectations for him. He was born a member of the Kasai after all and would one day need to take over the family when his father deemed him ready. Because of this, much of his early childhood was teaching and mental training to prepare him for such an ordeal. The initial hope would be that he would slowly be indoctrinated as the perfect heir.
Yet as time passed, it would seem he had no interest in most such stuff. It was not often Souta would ask for things, yet in turn he expected little to be asked of him. He attended his lessons for as long as he felt like before he would end up sneaking off to play. During practice, he showed great promise yet never wished to commit to his training, making him easily defeated much to his parents chagrin. For a while, the Kasai family wondered if perhaps Souta would never be ready to assume the mantle of leadership. He seemed to have little interest in such things in the first place and he struggled with the concept of duty far more than others. They worried that the family under his leadership would only collapse.
Then one day when he was around seven, he was visited by one of his uncle Hikaru. As a child, Souta had never seen much of this uncle as his father and him had apparently had a falling out before he was born. Yet now all of a sudden, this strange man presented himself before the young heir and offered to take him to the city of Joetsu. Just glancing over, Souta could see why his dad wouldn't like his uncle. He held a fairly unkept appearance that made him look lazy, his breath smelled heavily of alcohol, and his stature was far more relaxed than Souta's father would ever allow him. He didn't seem like very much at all to look at, though his height was somewhat intimidating. When his parents arrived, his father seemed to already know of the situation and bid Souta a good trip. Souta had no idea why his father would suddenly want him to be around this sort of man, but he followed regardless.
So Souta and Hikaru set off for the Echigo province, entering while still dressed in the formal wear that brazenly showed off their family symbols. Souta himself did not yet know any better, barely knowing anything of the Uesugi in the first place at that age except for his family despised them. His uncle however moved with a proud step as they took their time to stroll from one place to another. For the most part, it had been a fairly fun day as Souta took in the sights of the city and it's people, wondering why they could ever be hated by the Kasai. During these trips, his uncles attempted to speak to him repeatedly about how serious his position was and what it would mean to be the leader. Unfortunately, most of it just kind of flew over the lax nature of the young Souta. Hikaru would wonder if this trip would be a waste. It wouldn't be long before trouble would find them however. Just before the end of their trips through Joetsu, they would find themselves stopped by a pair of strange men.
Without any official representation upon their uniforms, the shady pair of guys would present themselves before the young heir, explaining that he would be handed over and no harm would come. Souta, for possibly the first time in his life, felt a sense of fear as he stumbled back and fell to the ground. He trembled on the ground wondering just what he would do to get out of this situation. As one of the men approached however, Hikaru's hulking frame moved to stand between the men and his nephew. He gave the pair one deal. They would either run or die. For a moment, everyone except the uncle had hesitated. But quickly a realization dawned upon all of them. This crazy man wasn't even bearing any weapons to defend himself with. With slight snickers escaping the two fiends, they quickly drew from their clothes a pair of knives as they warned Hikaru to get out of the way.
Yet the older man would not yield. He stood firmly in place and his piercing gaze only remained trained on the two thugs. Not wanting to lose out on a possible fortune in ransoms, the two men charged at the same time. Souta covered his eyes as he screamed, crying as he couldn't bear to watch what might happen. For the next few moments, he could hear a struggle. A few more past and all he heard was rough grunting and the repeated thud of something slamming. When everything had fell silent, Souta was shaking in place before giving a light jump as he felt someone grab him. He looked up to see his uncle standing there, smiling down at him. He had blood on his hands and as Souta tried to look to where the men had been, he felt his gaze forcefully pulled back to his uncle who lifted him and carried him back towards their home. He tried to fight back his tears which only continued to flow down his face as he clung tightly to his uncle. Soon enough he had calmed enough to gather his nerve and glanced over to see his uncle's blood soaking through the shoulder of his fabric. He began to shook again before he quietly asked why his uncle, the man who he had not even met before today, had done that. Why would he let himself get injured to protect the young boy he had only just met today like that?
His uncle simply chuckled and responded that it was his duty. One day the little prince Souta would be the new ruler of the Hitachi province. A lot of people would look to him to handle trouble and for strength. It was a duty and an honor reserved solely for the young man which his uncle would help see through. Souta didn't say anything else as he thought on that, tears once more forming in his eyes as he wished that he hadn't been so naive up until now. In order to keep the kid calmed though, he suddenly produced a small bar of half eaten chocolate for the child. Reluctantly, Souta took it and began to nibble on it while they would return home. After having his uncle's wound treated, the family expressed their thanks that nothing too serious happened and Gen'ichi shared a knowing gaze Hikaru, speaking without ever muttering a word. The next day when things had become more calm, Souta found himself clinging tightly to his uncle and thanking him deeply for what had been done. For a little while, the two were unable to be separated as the young man had developed adoration for the type of man his uncle was.
More than anything now, Souta found himself wanting to gain for himself the same sense of pride and duty his uncle had exhibited. Much less often would he skip out on his studies, he began to train himself much harder, and he took every chance to fulfill what his parents asked of him. He took the time to learn more about the family history and their rivalries, learning how the date were clearly their allies and the Uesugi were nothing but trouble. He performed admirably when tested on his mental prowess, his new found motivation helping him excel. His parents were impressed at the transformation. He still would sometimes exhibit the same reckless behavior, but for the most part Souta seemed to be shaping up fine as he grew older. His uncle would come and visit every so often to help try keep the young man humbled, often bringing sugary snacks with him which the two would greedily devour. Eventually Souta would grow into a wise teenager, still exhibiting much of his younger energy which was now focused to meeting his goals. As he came of age, Souta's father decided the young man would go to Edo Bugei to have him become even greater and perhaps show his strength.
But before Souta would depart, his father quickly took him into his private study which had before been off limits. There various artifacts and relics from another time sat, neatly preserved as if they hadn't aged at all. Souta was brought before each one with the hope that one might activate for him. As he picked up various firearms and blades, none seemed to react as his father had hoped. Confused and unsure, Souta glanced around before curiously trying to lift up the Kasai's kiseru, the only remaining object. Gen'ichi partially hoped it wouldn't react, worried about sending it off somewhere uncertain. Yet as Souta picked i up, a faint glow came from the object while a light smoked pooled within the pot. Souta looked up to his father and smiled as he finally found the one relic meant for him. With reluctance, his father gave an approving nod and began to make the preparations to send his son off. Setting off to Edo Bugei, he had a mix of things flowing through his mind. But at the forefront, he thought only of how he would make his clan proud.

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<span class="sub1"> No clan</span>
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• 16, Male<br>
• Osaka, Settsu<br>
• 1st Year<br>

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• Boxing Club<br>
• Home Economics Club<br>

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<br>HAIR: Hisashi's well groomed hair is a dark black with his style typically being worn down while being just a bit messy. The only change to this style will be him having just woken up or having been caught unprepared in his lodgings where it'll usually be a messy bedhead look instead.
<br>EYES: Amber with a hazel tint.
<br>HEIGHT: 5'8"
<br>BODY TYPE: Hisashi has a fairly lean body with a good bit of toned muscle along it.
<br>STYLE: While on the campus grounds, Hisashi wears the standard school uniform with his sleeves slightly rolled just below his elbows. He instead opts to wear more business casual styles befitting of most yakuza, albeit much more tame in comparison. While his choice of color may change due to the reasons he heads out, his standard style is typically a black dress shirt with a white suit vest. Along with this, he wears matching white suit pants and dress shoes.
<br>OTHER: The most obvious feature that stands out is the eyepatch that Hisashi wears. Under his eyepatch, the skin around the pupil is scarred from burns. The eye itself is damage and blinded, but not so severely that it warranted enucleation. Along with this, there are a few more less sever burn scars along his forearms.

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Hisashi is someone who does his best to come off as dependable and rather friendly amongst his peers. When proper respect is given to him, he makes every appropriate effort to return it as long as he knows the person is not undeserving. Despite his upbringing and ultimate ambitions, Hisashi also makes every attempt to avoid committing crimes as well as being caught up in illegal activities to prevent becoming an unsightly blemish on Edo Bugei's reputation. In addition, he makes no attempt to hide his Yakuza bloodline but tries to avoid talking about it as well. When dealing with most common Yakuza types he meets, Hisashi is often cold and professional in behavior as he knows most may directly oppose the beliefs he had been raised with.
  • Fairly mature for his age
  • Can be fairly tolerant to most types of people
  • Fairly capable with bare knuckle boxing and small blade weapons
  • Decent at hiding his feelings from most
  • Fairly gullible to tricks from other people
  • Somewhat single-minded in pursuits
  • Lack of real weapon combat knowledge other than small blades
  • Suffers from a form of Taphophobia due to trauma
<br>LIKES: Meeting people, Helping out others, Small animals, listening to soothing music, loyalty from his peers.
<br>DISLIKES: Most gangster tropes, disrespectful morons, loud noises, overly complicated situations, the needless flaunting of power.
<br>AMBITIONS: Hisashi is driven by a desire to see the Yakuza reformed into a much better group for the whole of Japan. Along with this, he is driven by a fierce desire to purge the group of all the parasites that would threaten the honor of the group. While he would like to do this peacefully, he accepts that it simply wouldn't work out as cleanly as he would hope.

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WEAPON: Hisashi's official weapon would be his tantō relic which he wields in his right hand if the situation arises when it must be used. Along with this, he employs a brutal style of bareknuckle boxing supplemented by the use of knuckle dusters on his left hand. When combining the two, he'll attack primarily with his knuckles as a means to try wearing down his opponent while using his tanto to try to deflect small blades. If his opponent may become off balanced, he'll suddenly lunge the blade forward in an attempt to dig it in his foe before going to brutally beat them in with his fist while they try to get off his blade.
<br>RELIC: Kawaī hana, A tantō of approximately 6 inches in blade length with the handle and sheathe having an intricate floral design along it. At the bottom of the handle, there is a small red string connected to it in a loop. This weapon is remarkable not for being impressive to fight with but instead easily hidden on one's person where many other blades would stand out.
<br>RELIC OWNER: Hatsume no Tsubone
<br>OWNER HISTORY: A mysterious woman who worked as a servant to Ishida Mitsunari until his unfortunate death. After this event, she would fall under the service of numerous other lords with each also meeting grisly fates one after another. Eventually she grew bedridden and passed away peacefully in her sleep. While her legacy is uncertain, some would suggest she was what most who practice subterfuge should aspire to be.
<br>ACTIVATED ABILITY 1: Explosive Bloom - On the side of Hisashi's Tantō, a single bud immediately sprouts before rapidly growing into a beautiful pink flower. Hisashi then plucks it from the gripe before tossing it at his foe. Once it meets with an object, the flower quickly ignites detonating with a very short range explosion. Those hit would feel roughly the force of being swung at with a bat. (One turn cooldown.)
<br>ACTIVATED ABILITY 2: Closing Petals - By focusing his energy on his relic, Hisashi can manifest a thorn covered vine from the hilt of his Kawaī hana. Once this whip like weapon has been created, he can attempt to lash out with it at a foe of about ten meters away or strike another surface of the same distance. If the attack lands, the whip will begin reeling itself into the tantō while latched onto either the opponent or whatever else he strikes, either rapidly pulling Hisashi towards his opponent or vice versa. The vine itself is just as easy to cut as a real vine. If for some reason neither can be pulled to each other, it vanishes after ten seconds. Requires about 30-50% of your relic's power.(Three turn cooldown.)
<br>LOCKED ACTIVATED ABILITY 3: Flower Coffin - Hisashi once more channels the vines from the hilt of his tantō although in larger amount. These vines wrap around his wrist down and then travel straight at his foe, above them if possible, or under the ground so long as it's made of material easy enough to dig through. If these vines manage to wrap around his foe, they will rapidly constrict against them while digging their thorns into the opponent's body. While the vines are easy enough to break as real vines, any movement made will cause the thorns to tear into the body of the opponent causing minor lacerations. If they do not escape within three turns, the vines rapidly constrict and crush whoever is inside before vanishing. If for some reason they cannot collapse on someone, the vines will be broken and the person freed. While someone is being constricted by these vines, Hisashi himself is rooted in place and unable to move other than leaning his body. The maximum range of this attack is fifteen meters. It draws out about 70-80% of your item's full power. These abilities have large effects and large cooldowns. This can be a fairly large attack or heal. This is your flashy power attack.(Five turns cooldown.)
<br>PASSIVE 1: While Kawaī hana is drawn, any strike that Hisashi makes with his off hand will cause a small flower to sprout from the impact area of his opponent. These flowers are small and pink, standing out usually on darker clothes but harder to catch on lighter threads. Until this flower is found and removed, Hisashi can use it to track his foe down within thirty feet through a connection with his weapon.
<br>LOCKED PASSIVE 2: Unlike before where the flowers before are relatively harmless, they now release a noxious odor which causes an opponent to become visually disoriented upon inhaling it.
<br>LOCKED AWAKENED MODE COLOR: A soft and bright pink.
<br> AWAKENED ATTACK: Devil's Garden - At the start of this attack, a large amount of vines swarm out from the hilt of Hisashi's tantō before clinging tightly around his wielding arm. While thorns from the vines cut open various sections of his arm, Hisashi brings his fist down into the ground. These vines then burrow underneath an area before him before suddenly shooting up from the ground rapidly within a twenty meter radius from the initial point of eruption to try either piercing through an opponent or wrapping around them. After the vines have sprouted, small flowers quickly grow along them before they detonate in a string of small explosions of the same force as his first ability. Afterwards the vines quickly return to the blade and the user falls unconscious along with lacerations over his arm rendering it unusable until it heals after a good amount of time. </div>

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<br>• Kazue Kato (Father: Deceased) - Hisashi's father who raised him from birth to until he was ten years old. Kazue was a lieutenant of the Yakuza branch in Osaka who believed that the Yakuza should protect the citizens under their jurisdiction. This meant he forbid those under him from practices such as drug trafficking or fights with the police as they tended to only harm the community. He was killed in an explosion in the family home and had his remains buried in a cemetery near the outskirts of the city.
<br>• Mao Amano (Mother: Unknown) - Almost immediately after Hisashi was born, she abandoned the family after being unable to deal with the stress of raising a child along with the various Yakuza types she ran into. Hisashi has no knowledge of her whatsoever other than a vague photograph from his birth.
<br>• Hiro Kato (Grandfather: Alive) - Hisashi spent time with his grandfather several dozen times as a young child and would ultimately be taken in by the elderly man after his father's unfortunate death. Similar to his father, Hiro spent a long time serving in the Yakuza but ultimately retired fairly wealthy to live a quiet life. Despite this, he would still employ various yakuza under him as protection and for other services. This would also be the same met who would eventually set Hisashi on his path to Edo Bugei.<P>

Born in the city of Osaka of the Settsu Province, Hisashi lived alone with only his father and the occasional visit from his grandfather. Despite this, Hisashi and Kazue made by just fine with the various businesses that Kazue seemed to be running in different districts of the city. Hisashi himself grew up idolizing his father and tried his best to emulate him. Kazue in turn tried to teach his son important virtues such as patience, honor, and understanding. For the most part, things were simple and their life was fairly normal as far as Hisashi knew.<P>

It wouldn't be until Hisashi was around seven years old before he would learn exactly about what a Yakuza was. He heard of the group before then but his young mind didn't quite understand what they were beyond knowing they broke the laws of Japan. It wouldn't be until one untypical day that this perspective would change. Hisashi and his father had been walking home together after Kazue had picked his son up from classes with a friend. Hisashi had been attending this friend for mentoring since he was young as he was told that knowledge would ultimately open many doors in the future for him and for the most part enjoyed his classes. However, the two would be stopped on their way home as a group of fairly young men would bar the group from going home. Blocking both the way they came and the way they were going, the men had all been wielding various weapons such as metal poles or wooden clubs. <P>

While Hisashi himself seemed to tremble in a bit of fear as the men approached, his father spoke to them in a familiar tone and told them to leave before things they made a terrible mistake. The men refused and instead tried to charge him with their weapons raised. Almost with speed nobody else there could fathom, a fist found itself buried in the face of the nearest attacker before they fell limp after a loud crack had been heard. Suddenly a fight ensued, but Hisashi found himself far too shocked from it all to really watch. His focus wouldn't really return when he felt a hand shake his shoulder. Hisashi looked up to see his father covered with several bruises and cuts but free of serious injuries. It was then Hisashi turned his gaze to the side to see the collapsed bodies of the attackers. Underneath one, a crimson liquid began to pool. It wouldn't be more than a few seconds before his attention was jerked forcefully away by the hand of his father once more who paced quickly towards their home with his father having to limp with every other step.<P>

After they had returned home, it wouldn't be long before several men would barge in their home to express worry and treat the wounds that Kazue had tried to hide from his son. After a good bit of conversing between Kazue and the men, they would eventually leave. Hisashi found himself alone with his father as was typical for their family. The air between them however felt much heavier than usual. Hisashi himself had stayed fairly quiet and distant that day as he didn't quite seem to understand had happened, only that men had come to attack them for some reason. With Kazue seeing the distress in his son, he beckoned Hisashi over and brought his child into a soothing embrace. Despite the unrest Hisashi felt in him, he relented and allowed himself to drift to sleep in his father's arms. Eventually he would awaken from his short rest to find his father cooking a nice dinner for the two and giving his son a warm smile. It almost felt like nothing had happened, but Hisashi's memories of earlier soon came rushing back to him.<P>

As the two sat to eat their dinner together that night, the pair seemed much more quiet than usual. Right around now they would eagerly be talking about plans for the weekend or discussing Hisashi's mentor. Instead they both seemed to struggle to form a single topic. Eventually Kazue would bring up the events that day knowing that leaving them so vague would only raise more uncertainty in his son. He explained that the men had come to try taking his life. When Hisashi questioned why, Kazue explained how he was a Yakuza and a criminal. He explained that the men had been under him and they tried to remove him to move up through the ranks. But then Kazue continued to explain how while he was a criminal, he had legitimate interest in only doing what was good for the people of Japan. He told Hisashi how once upon a time the Yakuza had done well to help the people outside of the Yakuza and worked to protect them from various threats such as corrupt leaders as well as foreign pirates. He worked hard to convince Hisashi that while he did bad things, they were needed to keep the criminal world in check. Hisashi himself didn't know how to react. The image of his father as a simple and earnest man had been strained so much that it shattered completely in his mind. He simply stopped eating his food at some point as as the conversation, he asked to be excused to bed. <P>

That night, Hisashi slept with dozens of doubts plaguing his mind. For the most part, he didn't really know who the man he called his father really was. But at the same time it remained obvious that Kazue had raised him until now and done a lot to try keeping Hisashi happy. His perceptions felt so twisted as he thought over how such a kind man could also actually be in charge of other criminals. Eventually he woke up the next day, went to classes, began to act like things were normal. His dad wouldn't bring up his criminal dealings or such after that night and for the most part things returned to how they were. Hisashi himself was still set on becoming well educated and becoming a member of the police force for Japan as he had wanted to for a long time. While every now and then a passing doubt about his father would spring into his mind, he would simply push it out and pretend to remain ignorant to what his father did. It was easier for him that way. <P>

It wouldn't come up again until after Hisashi's tenth birthday. After a great day of celebration out together, the two returned home together just in time for dinner to get started. As Hisashi made his way to the restroom to wash up before eating, he heard his father yelling with someone else nearby. After a few seconds, Hisashi came walking through the halls to see what was going on. He was stopped on the way however by his father who quickly wrapped Hisashi in his arms and clung tightly, bracing himself. The last thing Hisashi remembered after that was a strange odor as an explosion suddenly engulfed most of the home. The pair were thrown back and Hisashi slammed his head back hard against a doorway, knocked out immediately while blood ran from down his face. <P>

Two days passed before Hisashi woke up dazed in a clean white hospital bed. As he tried to move, he found only pain that shot through his body and forced him to lay back. As he looked idly around the room he been resting in, he felt like his vision had been obscured. He moved a hand to idly feel for what was blocking half his sight. A few moments passed and he soon realized he simply couldn't see from his other eye at all. The pupil having been scorched during the explosion. As much as he wanted to question it, he simply didn't have the strength as it was now. Soon after awakening, he felt a hand gently press on the top of his head. He looked up expecting to find his father, but instead was greeted by the sight of his grandpa hovering over him. Unlike every other time they met, there was no joy to be found in his features however. As Hisashi struggled to form words, Hiro instead spoke as he explained the situation. Hisashi learned then and there that it had been an explosion from a gas leak that sent him here. Unfortunately, he was the only one who had survived. The news shocked Hisashi greatly along with the realization that now he was alone with nobody there for him anymore. Tears began to flow freely down his face as he realized he would never get to see the warm smile of his father once more.<P>

A few days passed and the young Hisashi would be released into his grandfather's care and move to his estate. He would attend the burial for his father a week later. For a long time, Hisashi would only present himself at the bare minimums of what was necessary. He attended his private lessons, would eat meals provided to him, and then quickly retired to his room to be alone. However time would pass and pain that he bore would start to grow more distant. Eventually he became more sociable once more and eventually was able to find himself smiling once more. He once again became eager to attend his schooling and seemed hopeful for the future. He knew that even if he missed his father dearly, he couldn't live in denial of what happened that day forever. While he still found himself troubled every so often, he pushed himself to keep living on for both his sake and for all his father had tried to do for him until that day. <P>

Two more years passed and Hisashi seemed to had finally just be getting himself back into his normal lifestyle. Though no matter how normal he tried to act, he couldn't deny that it felt somewhat hollow with one person missing from his life. He got by just fine until he was one day summoned by his grandfather to meet in the estate's study, a place fairly previously off limits to him as well as most of the staff who worked there. Once there, the two sat down across from each other and Hisashi saw the grim look his grandfather gave him. Without a word being exchanged beforehand, Hiro placed his hand on an envelope sitting on the table before them and slid it slowly to the young man. As Hisashi brought out the contents and scanned over them, he suddenly felt as if his heart was being tugged at. The first thing that caught his eye had been a picture of his old home after the incident, torn apart in a way his family had been. He felt his breath become shaky as he looked up in shock at his grandfather who only nodded his head, urging to boy to continue reading. <P>

It took him what felt like an eternity, but eventually he forced his gaze back onto the paper and began to survey the contents. Every so often, his eyes would flicker back to the picture as discord began to stir within the young boy's body. As he read through the paper, he realized it was a report of the events that had transpired. He felt his body grow heavy and his scars seem more uncomfortable by the moment. He wondered what point there could possibly be for the old man to subject him to what he thought was some kind of cruel punishment. It wouldn't be until he read that last sentence that everything stopped. Time seemed to slow in his mind while his body simply shook in place. The last line merely stated that there had been foul play and showed the crime scene where the "gas leak" had been created. It had seemed that the burners had been switched on without any ignition, causing the gas to spread in the home. It would've had to had been just about five minutes before Hisashi and his father returned home.<P>

After he read this, Hisashi had to shift his gaze up to his grandfather to confirm if this was real or not. After receiving a slight nod in return, the young boy discovered tears running down his cheeks as he felt something grip at his chest. All the pain that he managed to cope with suddenly came rushing back as Hisashi found himself questioning the events of that day. Suddenly Hiro spoke up and began to explain how he was suspicious of the whole ordeal. The old man had hired several investigators not long after his son's death to try discovering the reason behind the demise of Kazue. What Hisashi now held was the results of a thorough sweep through his home. They both shared silence together while Hisashi found himself unable to process what thoughts he had.<P>

After a bit, Hisashi finally found himself capable of speaking. His first question was if it was related to the yakuza. Hiro replied with a simple yes. Hisashi then asked if they had been caught. This time Hiro paused for a moment before explaining that they aren't even sure where to look. A long minute of silence passed before Hisashi asked why he was being told all of this now. With a weary sigh, the old man rose and walked over to the boy. He explained that once upon a time he was tasked with taking care of any who strayed from the rules all the Yakuza were expected to follow. He was an enforcer from a young age and had made a career removing the pests who wished to cling to the success of the group. He then explained how Hisashi's father had done the same and was eliminated by a traitorous kin because of it. It was because some people pushed for changes that Hisashi himself refused to allow so he had to be removed.<p>

Hisashi could only remain quiet as he listened to the careful explanations his grandfather gave. As he looked back, he figured his father wasn't ever one to get away from trouble. That day where he witnessed his father fight was evidence of that. Yet for all of that, Kazue had seemed to be a legitimately good man in his son's eyes. For him to be eliminated so that someone with worse intentions could replace him only shifted the boy's sorrow into rage. Hisashi could figure Kazue had been part of the Yakuza since before he was even born. For them to just allow such an insult to the honor he acquired for the Yakuza only sickened him. As Hiro saw the fury he stirred in the boy, he explained that from here on there would be two paths for the boy. The kid could continue living as a normal citizen and would never have to hear about this business ever again. The alternative was he would be trained, brought into the Yakuza, and act to preserve the tenants they had been founded on. A blade to purge the organization of the sickness festering from within. Existing outside the typical order of the Yakuza to bring the group to order once more. He was then told In time Hisashi may even be able to meet the man who caused Kazue's death. The air once more fell silent as Hisashi's grip tightened around his knees.<P>

Spurred by a mixture of rage and pride, Hisashi finally told the old man of his choice. Hiro carefully explained that once he picked, there would be no going back. Hisashi took a deep breath, seeming to calm himself for a moment before answering once more that he must do this. For a second, the elder was surprised by the sudden maturity the young boy showed. That night, Hisashi would eat, bathe, and sleep for the last time as an average civilian. He would be expected to grow up quick if he ever had a chance of reaching his goal. <P>

The next day, he would begin his lessons with several new types of trainers. His first lessons for the first couple of years would be learning to fight. Day after day, Hisashi found himself covered in bruises as he took brutal beatings from his mentors. After his training, he would be expected to learn and memorize information not only about the Yakuza structure but also the many businesses they ran. While his body became honed, he tried his best to keep his intellect sharp as well. His grandfather told him that he would never become a respectable man if he was anything less than exemplary in most fields. For a long time, the workload simply felt too much to bear. Despite the strain on his body and mind, Hisashi pushed forward though.<P>

Eventually he would learn how to throw a punch from watching one get thrown at himself. He learned to guard after seeing it used against him. He turned his anger into determination and eventually would be deemed capable of holding his own fairly well in a street brawl. He then moved on to new lessons about small blades. Such weapons were favored by Hiro and his trainers because of the various ways they could be utilized as well as concealed by a person. Using training knives, he began practicing and was once more reintroduced to having his butt whooped. Countless times he fell victim to his foe's attacks and was made to get back up for more. Eventually he learned to adjust and counter against his mentors, pressing any advantage he could get and using the momentum to his favor. While victory wasn't particularly in his grasp, he found himself scoring a win every so often as he held himself decently.<P>

Several years passed and Hisashi was now sixteen. He'd grew accustomed to what had been expected of him and his training had finished earlier. He became Junkosei, a yakuza in training under the strict supervision of one of his mentors. This often involved him simply making sure people didn't start trouble in various establishments nor threaten the people in his mentor's area. Hisashi could feel as if that his skills would not be utilized as his mentors would often exclude him from brawls or business that would come up, leaving him to only run small errands. This began to affect his studies as he grew more and more frustrated with the order of things. It wouldn't be long before the young man's nature would become apparent to his grandfather. The old man seemed to relent as he was unsure at first for what to do before eventually coming up with a plan.<P>

Finally, his sixteenth birthday came and Hisashi was summoned back to his grandfather's study for the first time since that set him on this path to becoming a Yakuza. When the young man entered the room, he felt anxious as he wondered if he would finally be set loose upon the world. Instead, he was lead to sit in front of a table where a small object wrapped in cloth sat. His grandfather told Hisashi today would decide once and for all if he had what it took to seize his ambition or would have to walk away from it all. Hisashi grew confused and spoke out against his grandfather who had been the one to get him caught up in the Yakuza business in the first place. He felt angry that his grandfather might now be turning his back on Hisashi, but he reluctantly agreed to the old man's terms and looked at the object before him. He seemed uncertain as he reached out to peel the thin layer of cloth off of it before laying his eyes on a beautiful traditional knife completely unlike most he had been taught with until now. The young man seemed hesitant to take it up before receiving a nod from his grandfather. Slowly, he slid the blade free from the cover over it and looked at it with surprise. <P>

A faint glow encompassed the blade as it seemed to stir to life in his hands. Hiro gave a toothy smile as he let out a sigh of relief. After which, he instructed Hisashi to wait where he was. Not even an hour later, two men clad in robes resembling that of assassins arrived, seeming to had been welcomed in by two guards that flanked them on either side. The men presented Hiro with a letter who in turn quickly passed it off to Hisashi. Scanning over the contents fairly quickly, Hisashi turned his attention back to his grandfather but was stopped before he could even speak a word. His grandfather quickly came over, told Hisashi he was proud of the young man's progress, and said this would be his final trial. It would test not only his strength but to see if he had what it took to truly make the Yakuza a force for Japan once more. The young man sat confused for a bit while he remained quiet. He seemed uncertain, but up until now his grandfather had never led the young man astray. Getting up, he gave a polite bow to the two men before going to agree to come with them. Giving a single goodbye to his grandfather as well as the men who taught him until now, he vowed to come back a better man as he gathered his belongings. After gathering what things he needed, he quickly came with the two men to start his new life at Edo Bugei. Even now he worries if he'll be able to meet the expectations of such a virtuous group of people or if he'll be crushed along with his hopes.

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