#kozarukun

Nobunaga had never thought something might try his patience harder than when Yoshinari held the floor in a council meeting, but meeting with Hashiba was sliding close to a terrible, uncharted territory of worse. Still, he’d been sent here by his mother for a reason. And for that he’d make all the proper smiles, noises, and gestures needed to maintain business between Dragnor and Ignis.

He would, however, put Nagahide in that role as well while Nobunaga took the much-needed time to clear his head. Nagahide would be his junior warlord someday: he needed the practice. Giving Nagahide a not-so-subtle push between his shoulder blades, Nobunaga stayed behind as the talks left the room. Nobunaga sighed, scratching at the back of his head.

A noise from above caused him to look up, and his arms shot out to catch something that fell from the ceiling.

    She’s been looking forward to the festival all month--it felt like ages since she’d last been home to see her uncle and cousins. While she’d gotten used to life in Ignis, it still never really felt like home--especially not when going outside was probably worse for your health than staying in all day.

      “ they said that you would come, ” a sonorous voice yet rusty with disuse. reshiram stands out amidst the grim and darkness of the ignian mines, a vision of blinding white and gold and glory brighter than the eternal flames. she finds it easier to be threatening, to be terrifying; men do not seek out the truth if they are fearful and should they not then she is safe.  

there is a boy in front of her, soft-featured and rosy-cheeked. she would have said that he appears sweet save for the fact that he will soon become a man and men are dangerous, winding pretty lies like the garlands of blossoms that her constantine had gifted her; he had been the best of them all. all others lie. her mouth twists out of displeasure 

The first time he had dealt with Chrysalia was decades ago, when Yoshimoto had thought to try the mettle of Dragnor’s newly elected Warlord. He had through sheer luck managed to force Yoshimoto’s army of thousands back across his kingdom’s borders with his scant number of fifty soldiers.

Most those same soldiers await his orders now. Some he has left back in Dragnor to safeguard the territory under Nobuhiro’s command. They are going into this more blind than he likes. With his usual informant still nursing a bullet wound up north he will simply have to make due. The true shame, however, is that Yoshimoto is no longer the one handling Chrysalia’s affairs. He would have liked to know the man’s reaction to the full might of Dragnor appearing on his doorstep.

    Just look at him stare; what an adorable little monkey. He looked like a man with quite a bit of power, didn’t he? Adorned with gold like any proper warlord should, unlike the other men who had been chasing after her since she’d arrived - nothing but poor old fools with nothing to lose. He most certainly had some authority, though... enough that if she could use his apparent interest in her to her advantage, she would most certainly have a proper army by her side. 

“Hold still.”

The tone is more chiding than commanding as Nobunaga aims the edge of the razor away from Hideyoshi’s skin and uses his fingertips to move the general’s head back into place. He wipes the razor clean and returns to shaping Hideyoshi’s facial hair.