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The skies have grown dark,
The land is weak and dying.
Yet here I remain.
-Koganeyama Kazuhime (Deceased)

There was nothing to see on the Plain of the Eternal Sun, nothing but corpses and monsters. Kazuhime could see countless numbers of her men coating the ground, and indeed it was difficult for her to even recognize most of the faces anymore. She held the tied arm of her kimono tightly over her bleeding shoulder, her belt covering the bleeding hole where her eye once was. She could not cry, could not pray, could not meditate, not right now. She turned to the oncoming hordes of the Shadowlands and what little color was in her fact drained away.

More than there had ever been rode upon Kazuhime, a veritable tsunami of monstrosities. And in that moment, her knowledge of bushido left her. She knew the tenets, but they did not aid her now. Before she was seen, she looked down at the corpses before her and hid. There was no hesitation, no reluctance, but deep in her heart she knew of her shame. Even so, as the hordes rode past her, they ignored Kazuhime entirely, and when they had gone she ran, ran as far as she could from that place.

She ran for days on end, until finally she came to a small town. She stumbled into the village, shoving the door to the local shugenja open. Despite her injuries, she maintained her calm. Despite her shame, she was still a samurai. "I need assistance, please. Urgently."

The old man within looked up from his scrolls, his eyes widening immediately. "A-ah, of course! Come come, sit right away!" The man scrounged through his scrolls until coming to the one he needed, sealed with a light blue bit of twine. "Might I ask your name? I am Ono Jigen."

Kazuhime shook slightly in her seat, due both to the anticipation of finally being healed and in fear of the question. She was no Koganeyama, that was sure. The mountain was resolute, and she had been anything but. And a princess? Bah, she would be lucky to be even a person if she returned, and certainly not a true samurai with how she had so shamed her name. No, to claim right to her birth name would not do. She would need to wander, always changing course, and she would certainly need to blend into everyday society. "Koganefuu Kazuko, sir. Thank you again for your assistance."

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The skies have grown dark,
The land is weak and dying.
Yet here I remain.
-Koganeyama Kazuhime (Deceased)

There was nothing to see on the Plain of the Eternal Sun, nothing but corpses and monsters. Kazuhime could see countless numbers of her men coating the ground, and indeed it was difficult for her to even recognize most of the faces anymore. She held the tied arm of her kimono tightly over her bleeding shoulder, her belt covering the bleeding hole where her eye once was. She could not cry, could not pray, could not meditate, not right now. She turned to the oncoming hordes of the Shadowlands and what little color was in her fact drained away.

More than there had ever been rode upon Kazuhime, a veritable tsunami of monstrosities. And in that moment, her knowledge of bushido left her. She knew the tenets, but they did not aid her now. Before she was seen, she looked down at the corpses before her and hid. There was no hesitation, no reluctance, but deep in her heart she knew of her shame. Even so, as the hordes rode past her, they ignored Kazuhime entirely, and when they had gone she ran, ran as far as she could from that place.

She ran for days on end, until finally she came to a small town. She stumbled into the village, shoving the door to the local shugenja open. Despite her injuries, she maintained her calm. Despite her shame, she was still a samurai. "I need assistance, please. Urgently."

The old man within looked up from his scrolls, his eyes widening immediately. "A-ah, of course! Come come, sit right away!" The man scrounged through his scrolls until coming to the one he needed, sealed with a light blue bit of twine. "Might I ask your name? I am Ono Jigen."

Kazuhime shook slightly in her seat, due both to the anticipation of finally being healed and in fear of the question. She was no Koganeyama, that was sure. The mountain was resolute, and she had been anything but. And a princess? Bah, she would be lucky to be even a person if she returned, and certainly not a true samurai with how she had so shamed her name. No, to claim right to her birth name would not do. She would need to wander, always changing course, and she would certainly need to blend into everyday society. "Koganefuu Kazuko, sir. Thank you again for your assistance."