The Day of Thunder

The old man raised his own to honor the lost ones

''Speak their names, son, if they died for us then we should have it to remember them by.''

''Well met, I am Mirumoto'' he replied to the second young man before listening to what the Otomo said

''I am afraid I got here too late for any of that...damned fog...can either of you tell me what happened here?''

He gave the man a light bow as well ''Stag heh? I don't see a lot of you in the north normally. I am Mirumoto.'' he reached down, a knee aching to get a bottle of white, milky liquor. He handed it to the southern man ''Be careful lad, even the Crab get drunk on this stuff!'' Seeing the other young m...

Better late then never!

What was Kyosei's first impression of the village?

In a not too far part of the camp a group of warriors wearing green colors and armed with long bronze spears were getting ready to set up for the night. They had clearly seen battle and many were wounded but morals remained high. Amongst them a much, much older man was overseeing the proceedings and...

Zhe's gone but an old man is here if you want to talk

Damn kids these days.

You arrive and the thing is already over!