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, 11/01/2017 The dust has cleared after a fierce clash against the rebel Ikko Ikki monks. Now, as a tense period of calm spread over the island nation of Japan the students of Edo Bugei must figure out how to proceed in life after experience such intense conflicts and such deep loss.

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 Posted: Nov 19 2017, 01:37 PM
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Sunflowers, swaying in the rose-tinted breeze. How big, and bold, and beautiful. Hana was an emulation of the cicada immersed summer lilies. The white rose and the blood red spider lily personified. But ever since the Rebellion, she had transfigured into a dark cloud of doubt. A raging storm of anger- Edo was in ruins, the country was broken. Patchwork was of the utmost importance, but it didn't quell her emotions. She needed so many answers, and the urge for them swirled in her head, rustled through her hair and breathed into her lungs. She was Amaterasu, but from disgust and conflict hid her light in a cave.


During the rebellion, she barely had time to step out of her room, much less see the school for what it really was- but now, it felt hopeless to even look beyond the damage the school took. Beyond the bullet-shaped peepholes of the castle, there were nothing cracked sidewalks, empty gun shells, and broken storefronts laid waste by desperate commoners- now looters. Only once in a while there was the occasional harried person, moving quickly with tense purpose, but no-one left their homes unless absolutely necessary and the children were almost never seen anymore.



The cold air danced against the hem and skirt of her winter coat, her hands shoved deep in its pockets as she navigated the school. The dorms that once thronged with life stood empty. Gone were the fever dream warriors, freshly draped in their egos on the training grounds. The halls had become completely decimated, riddled with students- depressed in unison over the loss of a friend, family, or a lover. There was no laughter ringing through the crowds, be it gossip polite and malicious, news about an idol or laments on failing grades. Now even at midday, all that was there would be the hallowed out tacenda, with only the wind for company.



Quietly, she'd made her way to the third floor- where all the third years and elites stayed- she was told. Of course, she would've loved to visit Suishoku, to properly thank her for everything she'd down for her in battle. But the cold truth that she might still be in the hospital, recovering from her relic's consequences, bit at her heels and turned her the other way. Up here, the heels of her boots echoed against the dark, cherry wood flooring. It was a stark contrast from the rest of the entire school- so much that it was actually a bit frightening, and a bit too self-conscious for her taste. She never tried to live too wise ever before.

Just what exactly could have been going through the minds of those monks? Did they even realize the destruction they'd caused? The anguish and bloodshed they'd made a path of? It wasn't a matter of how dare they- but, why would they? What could've possessed them to go to these lengths of terror? Hana caught herself promptly as the harsh wind had blown a piece of paper- her schedule from her bag. Naturally, her reflexes saved her this time, but as she caught it- her eyes, accentuated with creases of thought and fatigue took notice of the opulent office in front of her. It was closed- she expected no less, she wouldn't bother to knock- it was better to leave a teacher to their work. But the sign that decorated it, boldly written in black against white, beckoned her to knock, at least once- twice.

"校長" | Kōchō

"済みません 校長, ご免ください?" {Excuse me, headmaster, may I come in?}

She sighed after she'd asked for permission. Looking at the murals of Edo history as she waited for an answer. She...she was the same as them. Right? Of all the noble samurai- she had the same blood and cause, right?


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 Posted: Nov 27 2017, 05:20 PM
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The sounds of students running laps could be heard outside the main school building. A lot of the campus had already been rebuilt during the summer, and the Headmaster was already settling into his rebuilt office. This was the second time in two years his office had been rebuilt and each time felt strange. His office hadn't directly taken damage during the attack in the spring, however since the entire campus was being rebuilt and repaired anyway he didn't see a problem with having maintenance done on the staff offices. His floor had a nice blue and white carpet leading from the door of his office to his wooden desk with the two chairs in front of it as always. Bookshelves lined the walls as his proper samurai armor rested in a corner of the office. As he had just finished stamping papers about a meeting between Bugei students and a foreign nation a knock came on his door.

"済みません 校長, ご免ください?" {Excuse me, headmaster, may I come in?} the voice asked.

The Headmaster looked up curiously. It was rare for this particular student to come to his office. Though in the wake of the Ikko's attack on Edo many students had started opening up to the various Bugei staff.
"Come in." the Headmaster said. He made sure the two chairs in front of his desk looked clean. They had nice cushions on them and happened to be made of rather expensive wood.
"The Door should be unlocked."

The Headmaster had kind eyes. He was a strange man in that in spite of how kind he was to the students he still had the aura of a samurai and warlord. Yet, he was the Headmaster of the academy and did his best to be open and sympathetic towards every student, regardless of social status or background. Today he was in a nice blue suit with his hair fairly well maintained. Yet upon his desk sat a small army of paperwork.

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Hana didn’t wait more than just a second, but it felt like an eternity- perpetually waiting for all her questions to be answered. She closed her eyes briefly, not wanting to stare at the door a second longer. Behind her eyes, she could see the sunlight burning red on her tiring eyelids. With a sharp breath, she felt both summer and winter rush past each of her senses. For whatever reason, it felt like old memories- flower dancing with the new. In a way, the Ikko were just as old- they were only newspaper clippings from the past now. Yet Hana could feel the lie and animosity in that train of thought.

Just like old memories, they just don’t disappear, they’re always there- lingering beneath the surface and waiting for remembrance.


When she entered, she was sure to bow. Respectful and proper as she’d forever be- yet there was a soft of fear in her? She felt like she was about to converse with her own father, not Bugei’s headmaster.


“Good morning, sir.”

She retorted, her stress and intensity like a burning pit of fire. A stark and favourble contrast to the headmaster’s own tranquility.

“I came regarding the Ikko- we…met late in the war and you said you’d answer any questions.”


Though she didn’t stutter- in fact Hana was quite above that- she paused before every sentence, like everything that left her mouth needed to be worded with care and precision with this man. And that itself was one of the rarest things she could ever do.


“I never stopped dwelling on that-“


She caught herself there, she stopped and looked at the headmaster like she’d made a blunder.

“I’m sorry if I’m intruding on any affairs.”

It seemed the princess, as fierce as she may be had yet to truly find her claws.


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As the Headmaster gazed upon Hana he saw someone who had clearly come seeking answers. It was rare to see a student be this direct in approaching his office, not that he particularly minded of course. Part of being Headmaster was the fact he got to see the students grow and change over the years. With a strong look in her eyes Hana revealed the reason she had come.
“I came regarding the Ikko- we…met late in the war and you said you’d answer any questions.” at this the Headmster's eyebrow raised a bit. It was certainly true, he was just surprised that the Sanada princess was coming to him in such a manor as this.

“I never stopped dwelling on that-“
She caught herself there, she stopped and looked at the headmaster like she’d made a blunder.
“I’m sorry if I’m intruding on any affairs.”
At her words Headmaster Hosokawa slowly pushed his chair back and stood up. Walking over to a side of the room Hana would notice a very old tea kettle with a bit of steam rising from it as the Headmaster took out two small cups, and then slowly poured the warm tea into the cups. The tea appeared to be a light red tea, not a color she was use to seeing with teas. As he finished pouring the tea the Headmaster looked back at her.

"Please, sit. Also, don't mind the stack of paperwork. With the school having just been repaired, along with most of Edo, I still have a lot of follow up reports and thank you letters to write to the Shogunate and various clans for their work over the summer." he said as he put the teapot back on a small heating try. Bringing the two cups over to his desk he moved the paperwork to one side of his desk, even putting some of it on the floor, as he set one cup in front of Hana. He then walked back over to his own chair and sat down, taking a small sip of the tea before putting his own cup down.

"I'm sure you aren't use to seeing a red tea. It is imported from Africa. A merchant in Southern Edo had some over the summer." he explained before setting down one last stack of paperwork. After all it wouldn't have done anyone any good if the paperwork became soaked and the documents destroyed.

"I did indeed promise I would answer whatever questions you had regarding the Ikko monks and my presence in Southern Edo. Where would you like to start?" with that he clicked a button under his desk. Hana could hear the doors to the room creak and slip completely shut, locking themselves and sealing.

"I apologize, but I'd rather not be interrupted while explaining serious matters like this." he said it clearly, with a look in his eyes that told Hana she would be ok, but that what they would be discussing was not something to just be shared by whomever felt like it.

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She felt a bit out of place in his office- what with all the paperwork and scholarly tools lying around- students probably didn’t visit him often. That in itself was a pity- he seemed very nice already. Given the situation, he was also quite willing to listen to her lament. Her eyes wondered around the room briefly- hopefully he didn’t catch that. To Hana it seemed rather rude to do so, but she couldn’t blame herself with the entirely new surrounding she’d found herself in.

Then finally, she fixated her eyes on him- on the tea. It was a pleasant shade of red, almost as red as her own hues but failing to live up to the intensity. In a way, that was pleasant. Hana simply had to appreciate that not everything had to be intense and hardcore. Of course, she knew that life was comprised solely on balance, she just never truly wrapped her head around the concept.


She quietly took a seat once he’d told her so, though she admittedly spaced out from the thought. Sighing, she knew she was hopeless and wished her life was one that didn’t allow her to have so many thoughts swirling in her head. Crashing and fumbling with no intention of ending- it was her fate ever since the war, and it plagued her just as well in the night time


“I see,” She muttered, giving the paperwork a once over.

“It’s interesting how clans who would otherwise dislike one another can still cooperate.”

Uninhibited- but she didn’t seem to care what left her mouth most of the time. Often it was something that wasn’t meant to be taken back anyways. Of course, all the clans had to answer to the Shogunate, but that didn’t mean they’re arms were tied and their minds controlled. She was sure a significant of tension was in some of those letters. She thanked him as he set the cup down in front of her, but it was more of a mellowed, confused, ‘what are you doing?’ as her eyes listlessly followed his movements to putting important papers on the floor- albeit to accommodate her.


“Really?”

She murmured, gazing down at her own reflection, at her own scarlet hues brightening the shade of the brew. Hana, as traditional as she was, didn’t care for some of the things a high birthed lady should’ve. As long as she was at Edo, it didn’t matter to the extent at which it seemed to for the headmaster.

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” there it was, further confirming that she had no idea that this tea was that much of a delicacy. Yet when she’d actually take a sip she understood why. It was lighter than any other tea she’d had. And very sweet too. In fact it was actually quite delicate; flowery.

What an interesting thing for the Headmaster to like.

“I want…to know their motives. As in- what is your idea on their motives?- Why do they do the things they do?”

The reaction time she had to that was smooth and quick- as if she’d already decided her exact words for this very moment, long before she even thought of braving the Headmaster with her needs,

“As a child, I was never told a full story- other than they were just bad people that needed to be put down.”

She explained, her focus no longer on the beverage, but directly at him; at his soul.

“When we…killed one of their generals- he said certain things that sounded far deeper than just being a bad person…And the things that I saw, they were either insane or more than just bad people. And they aren’t insane. Are they?”

The tone in her question was more sarcasm than genuine- though she didn’t intend to be rude at all. However, Hana was quite sure that there was more to it the Bad intentions and Insanity- her father once told her that villains were merely heroes whose stories were never heard after all.

She was about to ask yet another question supporting the first, but the abrupt noise of the two doors shuffling to a close put an end to that before it even begun. She looked at him, and immediately understood his intentions. Whatever they’d conversed about was not only to be taken gravely, but also never be spoken to anyone else for however long necessary. Hana nodded, before taking another sip of her tea.

“Yes, sir.”


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The Headmaster sipped his tea, still looking at Hana, but briefly looking down at the drink before him, he let the hot tea sit on his tongue for a few moments before finally drinking it and then lightly setting the tea cup back down. He didn't seem to have actually consumed much of it. Instead it was likely the action was more for thinking, hoping the mellow flavor of the tea would help calm his words into a proper explanation.

"Insane rebels that have to be put down." he repeated. It was a simple enough summary of Hana's words but an explanation for the Ikko Ikki that the leader of Edo bugei was more than content to allow it to hang in the air for a bit between them. It was a line that every student had heard. Beyond that, it was a line that everyone in Japan had likely heard at one point or another. Either way, it seemed to be the standard government rhetoric.

"First, one must ask what an Ikki is. an Ikki, by definition, is a peasant or monk uprising against the government. The word was first introduced in the Heian era, in which warrior monks where common place. It is hardly a new term." the way he said it felt very teacher like. As though this had suddenly become a lecture. Though as the Headmaster of the school, on such a sensitive topic, it was easy to anticipate.

"Now the real question is what does the "Ikko" in "Ikko Ikki" mean? The Ikko sect are a group of monk during the Sengoku era. They fought against Oda NObunaga, and the Shogunate. They killed many samurai and said that Japan should be ruled by the people, not the samurai. This was, of course, a lie. The Ikko claim the people of Japan should rule themselves, but what they really mean are that the Ikko sect should rule Japan instead of the samurai." the last words clearly had disgust. The Headmaster's eyes briefly flashed to a picture on his desk of himself with a woman and a child.

"Japan being ruled by normal people. A democracy. The idea itself isn't flawed I suppose. Not that the Shogunate would want me to tell you that. However, Democracy isn't what the Ikko Ikki want. They want the death of the samurai class so that they can replace the samurai class with themselves, and then force the Emperor in Kyoto to acknowledge them. No. The Ikko are not psychotic, they are in fact quite intelligent. However, they are the enemy of the samurai. The samurai, those that support the samurai, it doesn't matter who dies to them. As long as they don't support the Ikko, then the Ikko had no need for them." his face looked visibly angry and his words clearly showed his feelings towards the Ikko. No doubt would exist in the room that the Headmaster would easily kill any Ikko monk that crossed his path.

"I am curious though. What did this Ikko general have to say to you?" Though it had been phrased by a question, it was clearly more a demand then anything else.

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