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, 7/10/2017 A blood red summer has come. As the Edo Bugei students finish facing off with the ikko forces all across the nation a massive steel ship floats towards Edo Harbor. The final battle between the Ikko Ikki rebels and the Edo Bugei students is about to begin. The lingering question now, just how much of Edo will be left standing once the battle ends?

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 Goodbye Masumi (one post reply thread)
Nobuyumi
 Posted: Dec 17 2016, 11:43 AM
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It seemed that no time could pass without tragedy striking Edo Bugei. During the fall season a group of students had escorted the Shogun on a special mission to pay tribute to the founder of the Tokugawa Shogunate. Awaiting the students at the end of a long march across two provinces was an ambush by the Ikko-Ikki, a group of terrorist warrior monks and ex-samurai. During the fighting many of the students had been badly injured and one student had lost his life. The elite student Kajiwara Masumi, whom some people had known as a friend, others as a sickly ghost, was now dead.

Many people, students and staff like, had come to a small shrine set up in Edo Bugei's main building on the first floor. The shrine contained various pictures of the elite student as well as achievements he had personally won, and helped the school win. Most of them in tactical training exercises. In front of the small shrine was a table with a large notebook. Standing next to the table was the elegant Kono-sensei. She was dressed in a lovely dark green and tan winter kimono with her hair down.
"This notebook is so people can write farewell wishes for Kajiwara-kun. It will then be sent to his parents. Please use this as the proper time to say goodbye."

Masumi's body had already been sent back to Kyushu, but the school faculty wanted to wrap up the year by dedicating the winter festival to their fallen elite student.

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A solemn student paced before the various picture under the watchful gave of Kono-sensei near the book. She wanted to see what pictures where there and the sides of Masumi that were once captured. It seemed like most were taken in passing whenever he was outside of the men's dorm and standing before groups. A few of them she could spy Yumiko just off to the side or near by but partly cropped out but just a few of them due to Masumi being their senior by two whole years, or more. Many of the faces she saw were of the elite student who was formerly their senior and head tactical defense of Edo along with a noticeable trend across the board. One could tell the early pictures of him by how healthy he seemed to be and how it gradually and drastically changed to the bed ridden man most come to know.

She tugged on her overcoat as she drew closer to the book. After the mission did she need more time to think and time to not feel the urge to punch something again. It was a surly to have a small moment of confidence be dashed that the person who provided it passed away in the line of duty only to realize the method of his choice making it the most conflicting. A bitter resentment toward the senior that would be hard to ignore for the future. She could have blamed herself for not seeing there was something off about him joining the mission and enduring it so unusually well. There was a moment when she did before it cycled back to the main objective that this is what Masumi wanted. It may not have been the nicest of things to have done for those he would leave behind but some could say he did what a dying man would have only dreamed of the chance for. With this in mind, she took up the pen and wrote her last words for him.

To where the birds soar, may your spirit give strength for those who continue to look to you for guidance.
-Yuubae Suishoku


Setting the pen down, she bowed to Kono-sensei and left with a hand holding onto her coat. It clung to a certain piece that rested in the same pocket as her relic through the fabric. Thinking she's able to make this much peace with Masumi-senpai now left for one other task left in his wake. It was just a matter of finding her at a more appropriate time and setting.

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 Posted: Jan 9 2017, 09:30 AM
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Ukyo, fresh from an out of area hospital, would make his way in. He looked sickly and seemed to still have trouble walking, no doubt still suffering side effects from the poison that he was infected with. Doctors insisted he stayed in because he was still not well, but he had heard about this memorial going on, and left anyway. His stitched up wounds had bled on his dark ronin outfit, broken open from his journey.

He walked slowly up to the small shrine that was set up in the room before stopping just in front of it. He stood silently, thinking back on the battle that took the life of this poor soul. He didn't know him well, but any fallen comrade deserved respect and admiration. He raised his hands and placed them together, wincing as he did so. He would silently pray for a good rebirth for the departed before writing in the book.

"May joy, happiness, and health follow you into the next life."


He would sign his name under it before bowing slightly to Kono-sensei before turning around and leaving.

~Exit Ukyo~

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 Posted: Jan 10 2017, 10:03 PM
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Yumiko stood next to the table, Kono-sensei looked worried for the small girl and asking if she needed anything. Instead Yumiko just shook her head a bit as tears kept rolling down her face. Tagami Yumiko was a first year who had only been at the Bugei for a year now. Her small body was pale with short, black hair. Her normally wide and beautiful eyes now ugly, red, and puffy. Over her school uniform with a gray hoodie with the hood currently covering her head. Even though she knew everyone could see her she still wanted to pretend they couldn't. Since they had gotten back from that fateful mission many suspected she had never stopped crying.

She looked at his pictures, and his awards. Since she had entered the Bugei he had been her only crush, her best friend, her poetry teacher, and the largest focus of her life. Now he was gone. She wasn't able to save him, or ask him why, or tell him not to do it. She wasn't able to watch his final moments. She could still remember being in his room. She could still remember his voice and his smile.

Remembering all of his she could only begin crying more as she wrote a brief message on the paper. It was short, it was simple, and a tear fell on the paper near the message.
"心" and with that Tagami Yumiko left the building and ran back to her dorm crying. Kono-sensei looked at the paper and shook her head a bit and looked back at the door Yumiko had run out of. Picking up one of the photos of Masumi she looked at it carefully and put it back down on the table.
"Kajiwara Masumi, truly you had been loved."

Yumiko Out


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 Posted: Jan 10 2017, 10:44 PM
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Battle had taken its toll on Edo Bugei students both mentally and physically. For one of the newest Elite students the latter had been far more troubling than the former. For days after the battle she'd had nightmares of Ikko Ikki emerging from the shadows, screaming for the death of innocents. She had, much to her embarrassment, hidden from the view of most for a day or two afterward. Only a couple of servants and Kenji had seen her in person. Loud noises still caused her to flinch and seek shelter even when they were benign. Yet she still refused to allow her current weakness to prevent her from honoring a fallen student.

So without any announcement to the staff that had rather suddenly been assigned to look after her, Yamana Eriko had come to bid farewell to her fellow Elite student. She could not say that she'd known Masumi very well. The festival and subsequent battle had been her only real shared experience with him. He'd fallen in protection of others. He'd died like a warrior. Dressed in her Elite uniform she hesitantly entered the main building and approached the small shrine which had been set up in Masumi's honor. Seeing all of the pictures of the lost Elite made her tremble a bit. Was this what it meant to be an Elite student? Dangerous duty, even more dangerous enemies and eventually that kind of death?

Stop it she told herself. His sacrifice had ensured that the Shogun and his family would live on. Her soon-to-be in-laws, no less. She moved slowly forward and looked intensely at a central image of Masumi. Nodding slowly she clapped her hands thrice, then bowed deeply in respect. After what she hoped had been a proper duration she stepped forward and took the pen in her trembling hand. What should she say to him? Eventually she managed,You touched many people on this earth; watch over us in the days to come. Thank you for everything, Masumi.

With that she stepped back, bowed again, and exited the building.

Eriko out

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It had taken some time before Hideyoshi had been allowed to leave the watchful gaze of the Tokugawa guards, and he had no doubt that several of them tailed him everywhere at this stage but he found it didn't bother him in the slightest.

The slender youth seemed to glide through the halls around people who flinched away from him, perhaps trying to avoid being seen as a threat to the young Tokugawa in a time where everyone was just a little bit more jumpy and likely to do something reflexively. He didn't really mind that truthfully, the distance of the other students certainly helped against his own paranoia in these rather scary times.

He hadn't known Kajiwara Masumi personally, but he felt it was important to acknowledge the young man's death. Taking up the pen at the book for the young Elite, Hideyoshi considered his choice of words carefully, not wishing to sound trite and insincere, yet also wanting to convey his respect.

'You died with honour as a true Samurai, may your spirit return in greater stature than before'

With that he left as silently as he had arrived.

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Mirai waited for her turn at the book as the other people gathered around wrote their own messages. She wondered what they were thinking.

It was eerie to see the pictures of the dead man. Mirai hadn’t had a lot of experience with dealing with the deaths of people she knew, and while she hadn't even know the student who'd died, it was unnerving to see the photographs knowing that the man they depicted was no longer alive. It was such a waste for someone still young to die. Such a waste of things that could have been that now never could come to fruition. Really, it was hard for her to put her emotions into words; this situation of knowing of a death and seeing it in reality and not just as some number or report in the news was something that she was just so unused to that she didn't know how she was supposed to react.

Mirai took her place near the book and lifted the pen. She wasn’t sure what to write, especially as she didn’t know the man personally. All she could really do was hope that he would get a better - and longer - chance in his next life. Hesitantly, she put the pen to the paper and began to write:

Thank you for your sacrifice. May you enjoy honour and prosperity in your next life.

It felt inadequate. It didn’t nearly convey a sense of anything deep or meaningful or special. Mirai sighed, turned, and exited the room. Attending this little service had left her with strange, almost uneasy emotions that she couldn’t put a name to; she itched to return to her room to drill some kendo techniques to set her mind at ease.

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Azai Nobuyori walked through the front doors of Edo Bugei's main building and over to the memorial set up for Kajiwara Masumi. His eyes looked a bit serious as he gazed at the pictures and awards Masumi had gained through his service to the school. With a polite bow to Kono-sensei he kept looking at the pictures for quite some time. He and Masumi had never truly gotten along. Masumi was efficient and hated ego, which Nobuyori was quite aware he had in droves. Nobuyori never felt like Masumi hated him personally but more of the type of personality he had.

Personal issues aside, however, Masumi was dead. In the same battle Nobuyori had fought hard in Masumi had lost his life to protect the shogun. Bowing politely to the pictures Nobuyori gazed at the headshot of Masumi when he was healthier.
"Kajiwara-san, I hope wherever you are you are resting well." and with that said a small prayer before signing the book. He also said a small prayer for Yumiko. He had seen her always around Masumi and prayed she would be alright.
"You will be missed by many, thank you for all you have done for us.

-Azai Nobuyori"


Looking down her saw the other signature, including Yumiko's and frowned a bit. She was an odd girl to be sure but Nobuyori was sure she must be hurting right now.

Nobuyori Out

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Mika took care to wear muted colors and avoid her colorful scarves today as she approached the viewing of accomplishments and deeds of the lost senior Masumi-senpai. At first she didn't want to go, having little knowledge of who they were or their significance. In reality it was seeing how Tagami-san reacted to the news that had her wondering who was this man to them. The girl just about shut down and wept after some passersby spotted her leaving the principal's office. The rest of the news spread onward from there with mixed feelings of how to treat and think of Masumi. There was the man who protected the school on high regard and respect that he died in the line of duty but that isn't to say lower words were uttered much more privately.

Mika approached the area and looked at the pictures of Masumi. A tall man who looked well kept and polite. He didn't appear to be very boyish compared to the other faces he stared a few pictures with and class photos. What can be seen is the gradual fade in complexion. Mika wasn't sure if she was seeing things but in his face and strict eyes were there the signs of something not quite right. Aware that her own body isn't exactly the strongest built either were the signs of thinning muscle structure and loss of weight left Mika confused on what was wrong with him. She had to double back to see if this was a mistake in the camera filters but there was none. The message boards often wondered how Masumi was so sick and what exactly he had. It provided little answers though which had Mika wonder of the words that were softly uttered in speculation.

Masumi died in the line of duty but there were rumors of how sickly he was. The reactions were conflicting to how he was seen present at Higan-E during the march and didn't look deterred by it nor tired. It was a wonder if maybe Masumi recovered enough for that day after having lengthy rest but now that he's dead did people wonder if he had a heart attack or a sickness flair up sometime after their group had left Edo for the temple. Mika's eyes blinked with her steps pausing in realization of this. There was no cause of death mentioned in the announcement and that he simply died in the line of duty. When his body was returned to Edo did the procession of a funeral began taking place where no one was able to see the body at all. Wasn't there a medic involved? Among the Elite students present did Mika remember seeing the symbol of a medical pack strapped on one of the students yet without knowing the cause of death would there be speculation if the group guarding the Shogun had done all they could in duty.

These thoughts weren't enough to give Mika a full idea of how things happened or address more of who the man was. She shook her blonde head solemnly as she approached the end of the lining of pictures to the more recent ones and the final picture of choice in black frames. A female teacher stood by a signing book for those who wished to impart some final words. Checking the pages did she see lofty thoughts and unfortunate tidings where a wet mark on the page even slightly ruined someone's penmanship to distort a little of the ink by bleeding the corners but the kanji remained alive. Someone really loved the man to write this. Taking up the pen, Mika wrote her own small statements before setting it down once more to offer prayer to a man she hardly knew before leaving in slow steps to contemplate how she might die later on in this life. If they too would leave a mark of some kind to invoke a strong feeling as the owner of that kanji had left.

In minds,
in prayers,
in hearts.

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Matsushina wore dark colors today, he walked through the halls and looked over at the accomplishments and deeds of the lost senior Masumi-senpai. He was there at the day of his death, he wasn't able to do much. Matsushina never directly interacted with him, although have considerable knowledge of him, having heard his feats through hearsay and known his significance among the elite students. It pained him to see how many people reacted to the news with deep sorrow, even he almost wanted to weep. A great loss. One they could have avoided if he had done more, he was truly ashamed. He didn't even manage to protect his lord, the Shogun.

(I'm really sorry... I wasn't able to save you, Masumi-senpai)

Matsu approached the pictures of Masumi and remained stationary for a good several minutes during his turn to sign, today there isn't so many guards watching over him from either the Tokugawa or Honda. Looking at the pictures saddens him even more so than before. (It should have been me who died, not you, senpai). He feels deep regret and grief overcoming him, this young man who had so much left to do, lost his life during the Higan-e.

He finally reached the stand for book signing should they have any words to impart for him.

"May you rest in peace and find happiness in the next life, Masumi-san"

Matsu clasped his hand thrice and prayed, before bowing down for a whole minute. Looking at the statement he wrote, he hoped that Masumi-senpai would be released of all worldly suffering that he endured in his life time; as he knows that he was sick, even if it's only through rumors that he even knew about his condition.

He would then leave the premise with another bow.

"Thank you for your work, Masumi-senpai"


Matsu Out

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