![]() Together, they read: ‘Katsuo.’”Ī stunned expression washed over Katsuo’s face. Sukune pointed to the two characters, one at a time. Sukune unfurled the sheet and laid it at their feet. Among the expectant eyes that followed, the peasant Katsuo nervously bit his lip. O-Ushi noticed and pointed soon she and Tsukune were gathered with the others. The Son of Storms, grinning in spite of his braced leg, gestured toward him from his seat among the others. Perhaps he would do better than Shoju had. Yojiro was an odd choice for Scorpion champion. Tsuko looked momentarily surprised, then joined them in drink. “This is for you, Arasou.”Ī few confused looks exchanged between those gathered, and then Yojiro raised his cup. She smiled up at the starry sky, raising her bottle with her good arm. “Help from someone I love,” Tsuko replied. You did manage this yourself, didn’t you?” Yojiro smiled softly at the Matsu daimyō. “And we’re supposed to believe that, Yojiro-san?” “And somehow, you arrived here from there, in the blink of an eye?” Yakamo smirked, eyes glittering with drink. His brother’s voice thundered above the din. ![]() A stony look washed over the Matsu’s face, and her raised eyes met with Sukune’s from the other side of the crowd. Sukune had already heard the story, but Matsu Tsuko seemed especially interested in the ending: how Mirumoto Hitomi had crossed swords with the traitor Shoju and cut him down with Itsuwari. Nearby, Bayushi Yojiro recalled what had transpired at Otosan Uchi to the others. Matsu Tsuko, only a touch less sober than before, cradled a small sorghum wine bottle with her slung arm. Sukune drifted his gaze to a closer, more quiet gathering. From this vantage, Sukune could just make out his sister’s bragging: “Don’t be fooled by this one’s size, she’s ready to cut down another Oni Lord!” Her red and laughing face bobbed above their heads, and the crowd erupted into cheers and raised sake cups. Now and again, someone interjected a proud boast or a wry remark, and everyone laughed.įrom the center of the thick crowd, a patched-up Hida O-Ushi lifted a grinning Shiba Tsukune by the waist into the air. Warriors of the Crane, Crab, Phoenix, Dragon, and Unicorn had all formed a ring around a dramatically gesturing Sparrow Clan storyteller. The Otter Clan riverboat samurai had broken their casks, and sake flowed. Hida Sukune forgot his rapidly cooling ginger tea as the impromptu festival unfolded around him. Epilogue By Robert Denton III with Marie Brennan and Katrina Ostranderġ4th Day of Togashi, Cherry Blossom Snow Lake
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