#liverate

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying?

      As a Samurai before a Daimyo, of one whom took the oath, ‘death’ is not only a concept but an ‘expectation’ of which all warriors must realise. Realising the end births fearlessness, but Mitsunari, whom is often depicted as an anomaly and is often ostracised for his seemingly ‘radical’ personal philosophies, is one who values LIFE more than he next. He becomes frustrated when others freely announce their willingness to ‘die’ for him. He becomes frustrated when others, in their grief, no longer look to what remains that gives them the reason ‘to remain’. Many of Mitsunari’s disagreements with Ieyasu circulated around the subject of death. Men of Mikawa were prompt with their final decisions. Consenting as they fell to the earth for the sake of their ‘Beloved Lord’, amenable to the last breath, and yet Mitsunari found that unforgivable. He sought to save as many lives as he could. A hypocrite, a martyr, who put his life before the ‘many’-- chasing such selfless ideals away with tuneless words and astringent lectures.

        All for one, and one for all.

☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard?

      Mitsunari is obsessed with his work. So obsessed he forgoes any semblance of concern for his health and rarely ever listens to what others have conflict with. The only glaring issue is his constant headaches of which he will complain about only when his brush is laid down; before the concern is realised as something ‘inevitable’ in the type of work conducts. He understands that hours spent reading and writing, under the light of a single lantern, is perhaps not so good for the eyes.

       modern au: It is no surprise he wears glasses for the amount of eye strain he suffers                                       through.

εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable?

        Sawayama is settled atop Mt Sawa, a region encompassed by forests that stretch in all directions, and home to a number of hamlets and shrines segregated from the political and military stress of the land. A great boon then that Mitsunari was gifted such a secluded place. He relishes in the natural silence of the peak, while also comforted by the thought that civilisation is not so far away but still far enough to bequeath him the peace he needs from social gatherings-- of which he often feels like he is “suffocating” when in the company of those he does not necessarily like. 

      Listening to the rain could be counted among one of his favourite past-times. His work ethic during this time either increases or decreases, but nevertheless keeps his mind at peace when he can hear the slight tip-tapping against the wooden panes of his keep, or behold limpid colours and swollen shapes stirring atop the greenery of his grounds. Thunderstorms, too, have their place. He listens full of veneration, bethinking the hallowed thoughts of Raijin and Fujin as their storms cascade over the valley, and knows just as well that their gifts are meant in kind for the land.

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