Who:
mansamune and OPEN
What: A samurai who is far from his battlefield has entered a new one.
Where: Prom's main street and onward!
When: Dawn and moving into daytime
Warnings: Abuse of Engrish? Cursing? I'll add more if we need it.
One minute he was gearing up the men to meet up with Takeda's army so he could finally have his long-awaited match with Yukimura now that Nobunaga was done, the next, nothing. Nothing was recognizable, and quite frankly, Masamune didn't like it one bit. No Kojuro, no army. What the hell was a young warlord supposed to work with if he didn't have an army to lead in the first place?
"What the hell." One hand hovered over the Six Claws, a deep scowl etched onto his features before looking to the rising sun, shielding his eye from the light. Sure, it was pretty, but it wasn't his sun. The other hand was gripping a blue and gold dragon mask, to which he stared down at after a moment of adjusting his vision. It, too, had only one eye.
"If this is a joke, I'm definitely not laughing. Bastards."