* HONOUR / DEATH.

          ❝  nothing  for  you  to  look  at,  ❞  speaks  without  thinking  as  he  tips  out  the  contents  of  his  bag,  scattering  everything  on  the  ground.  magazines  for  his  rifle  fall  out,  as  well  as  packets  of  cigarettes  &  spare  socks.  he  mutters  gibberish  to  himself  :  mostly  CURSES  about  his  ancestors,  uncaring  if  his  ‘  namesake  ’  overhears.  he’s  thankful  he  came  with  his  equipment  ———  it’d  be  worse  for  him  if  he  hadn’t  !  (  his  reliance  on  firearms  is  almost  humiliating  /  when  he  looks  at  his  ancestor  &  sees  someone  stronger,  toyohisa  wants  to  start  training  again.  )

          ❝  —  here,  ❞  he  finds  what  he  wants.  a  first  aid  kit  that  he  yanks  open  roughly,  rummaging  around  in  it’s  disorganized  mess.  a  packet  of  disinfectant  wipes  is  found  &  he  scowls  at  it.  can’t  believe  he’s  going  to  WASTE  it  on  someone  he  used  to  condemn,  *  /  he  was  openly  against  the  historic  shimazu  toyohisa  for  the  weight  of  pressure  &  expectations  &  the  pre-set  personality  he  is  expected  to  have,  expected  to  be  some  reckless  fool  ————

          ❝  wipe  this  directly  on  your  wounds.  it’ll  clean  it.  ❞  as  if  to  demonstrate,  he  opens  the  packet,  taking  some  wipes  out,  &  does  so  on  himself  with  the  cut  on  his  leg  he  has  been  neglecting    (  ignores  the  sting  of  his  pride  ).  of  course,  he  will  not  hand  it  to  the  other  :  if  he  wants  it,  he’ll  get  it  himself.

      Yoichi would warn him from searching something out with the sole intent of stabbing it, but he knew that look in Toyohisa’s eye well enough to know it was pointless. This was the man who always went charging forward without a second of hesitation – did he even know how hesitate? – “What are we waiting for then?” he grinned, leaping silently out from the safety of their shelter.

Toyohisa scowls as he didn’t like that response. So he going to tell him straight whether he likes it or not! “We Shimazu do not like Tokugawa for many reasons nor like allied with Mitsunari. At least we fought fiercely and make sure the Tokugawa will respect us as warriors even if we lose! Also, I was buying time for my uncle to retreat!!  In your time, he is considered YOUR great-great-great-great grand uncle, you ungrateful-UGH!  At least I shot Il Namaso, the right hand of the Tokugawa! The general of the Red Devils! IN THE CHEST!  I called that a feat! You have to take risks to ensure to get the enemy’s head! “You have been in battles, have you not?!” ” Toyohisa retorted, of course, the main reason for his outburst is just that he likes fighting. Fighting for the sake of glory. He didn’t like being disrespected like that. He wonders if his descendant understands that.

 When heard that he is treated like a hero, he starts to grin. “Is that right? See?  My actions did help the Shimazu to live on about 400 hundred years. You should be-” Then he hears that outside of the clan that nobody knows who he is in his time. Hearing that is so abruptly it made Toyohisa retort angrily.

Toyohisa yells, “I don’t care about that! As long as I bring glory to Shimazu! That’s all it matters!” He barked. Unbeliavble. The nerve. What’s the hell is his problem anyway?! He clicked his tongue before answering his question.

“I don’t know what’s your reaction to this but..believe or not.  We have the famed Nasu Suketaka Yoichi otherwise known as Nasu no Yoichi and a warlord, the head of Oda. Oda Nobunaga.” He said this straightforward, not bothering to hide the truth. 

                ❝  the tokugawa practically ERASED us from history,  &  ieyasu wasn’t the kind of man to literally name his right hand.  ❞  now he’s just being difficult,  &  he knows it.  especially when he’s NOT mentioning the whole meiji restoration thing  :  his ancestor seems even less SHARP than he himself is.  ❝  of course I’ve been in battle  !!  I’m a fuckin’ mercenary,  you sort of suck if you don’t fight.  ❞  rolls his eyes at the idea of not being in battle  :  war’s probably the only thing he’s good at.

                ❝  you SHOULD care about it  !!  what the fuck’s the point if your glory ain’t remembered  ?  ❞  then he’ll stiffen at the names,  wonders if his ears malfunctioned.  please please please let this be a dumb moment from toyohisa,  &  not actually a smart one.

                ❝  yoichi,  like the person who inspired that scene in pom poko  ?  ---  oh,  forget that.  I’m not explaining anime to you  ---  ❞  ah,  dammit.  even a fool like himself KNOWS the name oda nobunaga,  &  his teeth grind together.  surely not  ?  jaw aches at the pressure he’s putting on his jaw.  it’s a name every schoolchild,  good or bad,  knows.

closed starter for @deceasedwar

         the noise had yet to die down, but no matter how long he stared into the dark from all around their base, Yoichi couldn’t find the source of the noise. Maybe it just another innocuous sound of the night… or maybe it was a lure to lead some sorry soul into a trap. Looking over his shoulder, he looked at Toyohisa. “You hear it also, right?” he asked.

“Ditch them? But they should be able to make you a mystical-magical girl-boy if they have powers to do that. If they can’t, then we go with your plan: we ditch’em.”

“What’s a magical girl look like anyways?”