1 The Iron General [Private/NK] Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:09 pm
Yamada Kegare
D-rank
As the cherry blossoms were starting to bathe in the early sun's light, two men were seemingly enjoying the early morning with a delightful cup of tea and a friendly match of Shogi. Both of them were silent and concentrating on their game with an intensity seldom seen among the youngsters of those days.
Well within the prime of his life, Kegare; one of the two men sitting at the small shogi table, was calmly contemplating the move his longtime friend and cousin Iwatobi had made.
"Quite the daring move, sacrificing your general so early in the game," The masked man let out a chuckle before enjoying a sip from his cup of tea. "I wonder if your troops would survive this match without his leadership."
The man on the opposite side of the table smirked a bit, letting his fingers curl the long, thin strands of white hair that made up his perfectly maintained beard.
"Sometimes the leader must sacrifice himself to ensure a victory in the end," Iwatobi smiled and motioned Kegare that it was his turn to make a move in their little game. "If all you have left at the end of a battle, is your leader, can you truly call yourself the victor?"
Kegare laughed, not something he did frequently, but he did enjoy the company of the man in front of him. He did like people that were calm and collected in their demeanor, given that he himself did not like taking too much action either anyway.
"Ah well, I'll bite for now," The masked man silently moved one of the pieces and took Iwatobi's Iron general piece. "Perhaps you may be right though, though I wonder what defines a victor. Is it the fact that he has beaten the enemy or the fact that he has managed a minimal amount of loss among his own. I reckon there will always be people squabbling about that very question."
However, despite the amusement and fun the two had with their game, it didn't take long for a Iwa-nin to come and disturb them, telling them that it was time for the clan's morning gathering.
"Oh what fun, listening for an hour to those old geezers," The masked man let out a sigh of disappointment. Kegare had always done his best to respect the clan's customs and rules, but some of the old clan elders could never rely on his aid or advice, given their attitude when he was young and their lack of action towards the Feudal Lord's family when they transgressed their authority. "Maybe I could get me some time in the clan's vaults, it's always nice to look at the old sculptures and creations of our ancestors."
As such, the two men calmly finished their tea and set aside the shogi table, deciding to go to the clan compound's main hall together.
At the arrival at the relatively large, round wooden building, kegare was greeted by a few old comrades and closer relatives before the doors to the hall opened and the elders called upon the clansmen to enter the hall for their daily moment of debate and contemplation, which the masked man actually dreaded. Not because he did not like to debate critical matters and subjects, but just because he felt as if he did not truly belong there, while he could've easily spend his time with other, more recreational matters that did not need him to listen to the dribble of ancient relics of the past.
Alas, he was a Yamada clansmember wether he wanted it or not and as one of those who carried the Kekkei genkai, no matter his own decisions and choices, things were still expected of him, even now when he was no longer a young and spry youngster.
WC:644
Well within the prime of his life, Kegare; one of the two men sitting at the small shogi table, was calmly contemplating the move his longtime friend and cousin Iwatobi had made.
"Quite the daring move, sacrificing your general so early in the game," The masked man let out a chuckle before enjoying a sip from his cup of tea. "I wonder if your troops would survive this match without his leadership."
The man on the opposite side of the table smirked a bit, letting his fingers curl the long, thin strands of white hair that made up his perfectly maintained beard.
"Sometimes the leader must sacrifice himself to ensure a victory in the end," Iwatobi smiled and motioned Kegare that it was his turn to make a move in their little game. "If all you have left at the end of a battle, is your leader, can you truly call yourself the victor?"
Kegare laughed, not something he did frequently, but he did enjoy the company of the man in front of him. He did like people that were calm and collected in their demeanor, given that he himself did not like taking too much action either anyway.
"Ah well, I'll bite for now," The masked man silently moved one of the pieces and took Iwatobi's Iron general piece. "Perhaps you may be right though, though I wonder what defines a victor. Is it the fact that he has beaten the enemy or the fact that he has managed a minimal amount of loss among his own. I reckon there will always be people squabbling about that very question."
However, despite the amusement and fun the two had with their game, it didn't take long for a Iwa-nin to come and disturb them, telling them that it was time for the clan's morning gathering.
"Oh what fun, listening for an hour to those old geezers," The masked man let out a sigh of disappointment. Kegare had always done his best to respect the clan's customs and rules, but some of the old clan elders could never rely on his aid or advice, given their attitude when he was young and their lack of action towards the Feudal Lord's family when they transgressed their authority. "Maybe I could get me some time in the clan's vaults, it's always nice to look at the old sculptures and creations of our ancestors."
As such, the two men calmly finished their tea and set aside the shogi table, deciding to go to the clan compound's main hall together.
At the arrival at the relatively large, round wooden building, kegare was greeted by a few old comrades and closer relatives before the doors to the hall opened and the elders called upon the clansmen to enter the hall for their daily moment of debate and contemplation, which the masked man actually dreaded. Not because he did not like to debate critical matters and subjects, but just because he felt as if he did not truly belong there, while he could've easily spend his time with other, more recreational matters that did not need him to listen to the dribble of ancient relics of the past.
Alas, he was a Yamada clansmember wether he wanted it or not and as one of those who carried the Kekkei genkai, no matter his own decisions and choices, things were still expected of him, even now when he was no longer a young and spry youngster.
WC:644