Mitsunari ▽ 001
W▽o Mitsunari Ishida [ieyasuuuuuu] + anyone who finds him
w▽ere early morning in Espoir, nearish to the Fūrin Kazan dojo.
st▽le Either! I'm starting in 3rd but I'll match you.
st▽tus Open. It's pretty early in the morning but he's making a bit of a ruckus.
It felt as though only moments ago Yoshitsugu was urging him to rest before his battle at Sekigahara. He could still hear the man's words echoing through his mind - "rest while you can, Mitsunari. You've more than earned it". The bitterness of the cold seemed to cut through the haze his head was trapped in, the general slowly opening his eyes and realizing his predicament - snow all around him, this bitter cold surrounding him: somewhere in the night, he had been taken from the camp and dragged off to Echigo--! Right now, Kenshin and his forces were planning to stop him from completing his task and leaving him to die in the Kawanakajima Tundra.
How could he have been so blind?! Kenshin supported Ieyasu this whole time. Stumbling up to his feet, all Mitsunari could do was growl and clutch the casing of his sword tightly. The chill of morning was making his fingers numb, the snow whipping up quickly around him as a heavy gust pushed against his back. Was Kenshin here? Was he here to challenge him once more?
"Come out, you coward!" Mitsunari shouted into the morning twilight. "Face me as a man!" He stalked forward and to the left, squinting to try and see through the darkness and blinding snow. As the wind died down, not a soul stood in the area - save for Mitsunari himself. There was no Kenshin, no Uesugi army waiting to cut him down. All there was was snow and the dim light of morning rising to the east.
Frustrated with this turn of events, Mitsunari slammed the hilt of his katana against a nearby tree to relieve some of this pent up stress eating away at him. The force of the blow was enough to shake the entire tree's trunk--
...And cause a heavy dumping of snow to fall from the boughs above, straight down onto Mitsunari's head.
w▽ere early morning in Espoir, nearish to the Fūrin Kazan dojo.
st▽le Either! I'm starting in 3rd but I'll match you.
st▽tus Open. It's pretty early in the morning but he's making a bit of a ruckus.
It felt as though only moments ago Yoshitsugu was urging him to rest before his battle at Sekigahara. He could still hear the man's words echoing through his mind - "rest while you can, Mitsunari. You've more than earned it". The bitterness of the cold seemed to cut through the haze his head was trapped in, the general slowly opening his eyes and realizing his predicament - snow all around him, this bitter cold surrounding him: somewhere in the night, he had been taken from the camp and dragged off to Echigo--! Right now, Kenshin and his forces were planning to stop him from completing his task and leaving him to die in the Kawanakajima Tundra.
How could he have been so blind?! Kenshin supported Ieyasu this whole time. Stumbling up to his feet, all Mitsunari could do was growl and clutch the casing of his sword tightly. The chill of morning was making his fingers numb, the snow whipping up quickly around him as a heavy gust pushed against his back. Was Kenshin here? Was he here to challenge him once more?
"Come out, you coward!" Mitsunari shouted into the morning twilight. "Face me as a man!" He stalked forward and to the left, squinting to try and see through the darkness and blinding snow. As the wind died down, not a soul stood in the area - save for Mitsunari himself. There was no Kenshin, no Uesugi army waiting to cut him down. All there was was snow and the dim light of morning rising to the east.
Frustrated with this turn of events, Mitsunari slammed the hilt of his katana against a nearby tree to relieve some of this pent up stress eating away at him. The force of the blow was enough to shake the entire tree's trunk--
...And cause a heavy dumping of snow to fall from the boughs above, straight down onto Mitsunari's head.