[Muramasa Uemon]

Muramasa

If he wasn't so wound up he might have worn half a smirk as she stated her reasoning.

Disrespectful? "Maybe so." he would simply say, raising his arms behind him to allow his open robe to fall to the ground. He didn't buy her explanation but it was amusing enough. She made a good point thought. Muramasa held nothing but disdain for samurai and their ilk but he had nothing against the people of this establishment. And customs were an important thing in the Land of Iron after all. His piercing gaze continued to observe as Shiina stated her intentions and drew nearer to him. Her body heat against his own a welcome sensation as he stared into her eyes. "So she did tell the truth..." he thought as he listened to her speak of knowledge. The woman's stance on violence was an interesting one especially given the sense of danger he picked up on... but it was also not unlike his own. True many would need to fall by his hand before his mission was complete. But he took no joy in it. In actuality he felt nothing...  at all. A fact he'd have to reckon with at some point.

To say he did not desire her carnally was a lie. But there was more to this comely stranger than simply her looks. If tonight had shown him anything it was that he had met his match in terms of sheer wit. This was not something he expected. She turned to walk away and would surely feel his eyes on her as took in her... proportions. Even her gait was artful. "Simple." His voice sounded low as ever as he slowly tread in her wake. "To restore my clan to their rightful place..." he paused, his stare growing harsher as one phrase repeated in his mind. "And to kill my enemies." Silence followed his declaration.

Along the line his vow had shifted from 'justice' to 'vengeance'. Sometimes these two concepts were one in the same. He believed this was the case for him... but the truth of it was complicated. Naturally he felt the woman's eyes fall to him as he continued to walk and eventually take his seat next to her. Idly his legs dangled in the spring water. Steam filled the night air, the scenery complimenting the natural beauty of the onsen perfectly. Shiina herself looked perfectly at home among such elegance. Like a sculpture lending its grace to the delicate ambiance of the area. All the while his eyes remained ahead of him. "Forward..." The word bounced around the inside of his skull. "I have to keep moving forward." Clearly, the swordsmith was lost in deep thought. The question having put him there.

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TECHNIQUES USED:


SPECIAL ABILITIES:

String Theory - E.C.C

Necessary for his Puppet Ninjutsu and applicable to his other techniques, Uemon has trained extensively in order to mitigate the amount of chakra he uses with his techniques. Compensating for his average chakra reserves this allows him to stay in the fight that much longer.

Puppetmaster - U.A.

A natural strategist with a quick mind, Uemon is always observing even in the midst of combat. This allows for him to find gaps and weaknesses in his opponent's techniques easier than some, and allows him to formulate strategies and deceptions to take advantage of these shortcomings. His knack for tactics cues him on which approach should work best depending on his target.

Ashizukai Footwork - E.P.T. (Speed)

Honed after years of fighting and training in jujitsu with samurai as a child in the Land of Iron, Uemon is surprisingly light on his feet and his hand-to-hand strikes are faster than most expect. Able to strike and weave with deft swiftness he is capable of holding his own against Taijutsu specialists of his rank and outright overwhelming those of lower ranks in a straight up slugfest.

[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Muramasa Uemon



NOTES -

Shiina was glad that he had taken her up on the offer and sat next to her. For a good minute, neither of them seemed to be too bothered by the fact that they were sitting on the ledge of the hot springs bath, allowing their legs to wade the scorching water, instead of immersing their cold bodies into it. Perhaps neither of them were in the mental state to notice. He spoke of vengeance, of restoring his clan...and of moving forward. Her golden hues rested on his face, a thoughtful and almost troubled expression plastered on his face. Despite not knowing anything more than the words he spoke, it would peak her interest. "I suppose we can talk about that a little later..." she trembled slightly, the cold winds of the half-open air bath sent a chill through her body. She stood up, her feet finding the rocky bottom of the hot spring, walking slowly in the water until she stood directly in front of Muramasa. The woman extended a hand out so as to get him to do the same.

"We shouldn't waste the moment and the facilities." The Ryuujin simply wanted him to relax, something that as a neukenin she had longed to have learned how to do. "Do you know the reason why I love hot springs?" Assuming he took her hand, she would take him to the center of the hot spring, where there were rocks that were perfect for them to sit on, the water level rising just to covering their shoulders or chest area depending on their height. "It's because I can forget for a moment who I am, and simply enjoy where I am. It's a place to relax the mind, body and soul." She sat herself down on one of the rocks then, taking Muramasa so as to sit on the other. Shiina would close her eyes and take a deep breath, listening to the sounds of the constant running of hot spring water into the bath. It was interesting how despite the constant stream of water flowing, the bath never overflowed.

"I think we have had enough excitement tonight and we both deserve this little break..." She heaved a small sigh, slowly exhaling and allowing the water to warm her body and loosen her tense muscles. Assuming this was not Muramasa's first time in a hot spring, she knew that in the fifteen to twenty minutes they would sit there, more than the body would be warmed. Part of what made these baths special was the fact that they kept the body warm for the whole night even when the person eventually got out of it, after only minutes in it, the water improving blood circulation. She opened her eyes slowly to take a side glance at the man beside her hoping that he would at least loosen up slightly.

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[Muramasa Uemon]

Muramasa

Swallowed by his thoughts her initial words only sounded like a distant melodic humming as he continued to stare forward.

'Troubled' was an apt description. It summed him up perfectly. "Kira Yoshitada..." He hadn't stopped thinking this name since he heard it. More than troubled the expression he wore was one of cold wrath. As if he was witnessing his entire bloody future right before his eyes. "I will find you." It wasn't until the woman entered view that he returned to reality. She extended a hand and after some contemplation... he accepted and stood.

Shiina's soothing voice beckoned to him and as he grasped her soft hand his grip seemed overly firm. She asked him if he knew why she loved hot springs and he only shook his head slowly in response. They ventured to the middle of the springs and lowered themselves into the warm water, staving off the biting night winter air with its embrace. Her voice as much of a balm as the springs themselves spoke of forgetting and enjoyment. Of relaxation. Though only his shoulders remained above the water she could tell he was still rigid. Like every fiber in his body was tense. Adrenaline coursed through his system even now. Muramasa's head nodded slowly but it was more of instinct that genuine agreement. Truthfully he'd never been good at relaxing. Even now among such enticing company.

Darker thoughts began to swirl once more but dispersed upon her words. Saying they both deserved a break his steely gaze would meet her own. "Shiina-san..." Was all he said. Letting his eyes instead do the talking for him. Steam from the springs swirled around them as his vision focused on her to the exclusion of all else. True they were mostly submerged but water was... buoyant. It was as if he were admiring a work of art as he stared. Silently. Without shame. Muramasa drew closer moving with purpose. No stanchion could keep his artist's eye away. Personal space dissolved as he leaned over the woman, still half submerged their bodies almost touched once more as his face drew near. The Ryuujin woman could see the clear intentions in his eyes at this distance. There were obvious yearnings but beyond that a sincere curiosity. One they shared. "I would know you." A declaration. That same quiet confidence not failing him now.

Hot waters ran down them both as his eyes fixated, taking her in closely. In this state he appeared half a man... half a beast.

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TECHNIQUES USED:


SPECIAL ABILITIES:

String Theory - E.C.C

Necessary for his Puppet Ninjutsu and applicable to his other techniques, Uemon has trained extensively in order to mitigate the amount of chakra he uses with his techniques. Compensating for his average chakra reserves this allows him to stay in the fight that much longer.

Puppetmaster - U.A.

A natural strategist with a quick mind, Uemon is always observing even in the midst of combat. This allows for him to find gaps and weaknesses in his opponent's techniques easier than some, and allows him to formulate strategies and deceptions to take advantage of these shortcomings. His knack for tactics cues him on which approach should work best depending on his target.

Ashizukai Footwork - E.P.T. (Speed)

Honed after years of fighting and training in jujitsu with samurai as a child in the Land of Iron, Uemon is surprisingly light on his feet and his hand-to-hand strikes are faster than most expect. Able to strike and weave with deft swiftness he is capable of holding his own against Taijutsu specialists of his rank and outright overwhelming those of lower ranks in a straight up slugfest.

[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Muramasa Uemon



NOTES -

Ryuujin Shiina wasn't unfamiliar with the look Muramasa now gave her, the intensity of his stare, as though trying to read into her soul. She was also not unfamiliar with what it all meant, when pieced together with his movements. She was a shinobi after all, and a damn good one, if she really thought about it. There was no man nor woman who could really hide their true intentions, their body movements, voice and expressions betrayed them often, especially those who were too desperate and tried to hide themselves too much. Perhaps she should compliment the man for his boldness, both in how he now portrayed and the words he spoke. To all of this though, she would merely smile.

He came close, their bodies growing increasingly close to each other, distance no longer something worthy of mention. Shiina searched in his eyes, even as he towered over her. Even if she couldn't see the devil inside those pupils, she could sense it from his entire body. As he said the words that carried more than just its surface value, she would stand up as well, the towering of a man over her wasn't one she particularly enjoyed. As they became more eye-level with one another, the purple-haired woman raised a hand to touch the man's face, her fingertips touched his skin ever so slightly. When she spoke, her voice was a whisper, as though any louder would disturb the tranquility of where they were.

"I hope knowing comes with patience and time..." Did she find the man attractive? Absolutely. Did she want to give in to his statements and claims? Not entirely. The woman was a lady after all, and a lady was one who carried herself with utmost respect. For him to want to know her in more ways than one, the sentiment was understood, but she knew that if she gave in now, the 'knowledge' he would obtain from her wouldn't be balanced. "You see, knowledge is a two-sided phenomenon...." she dropped her hand from his face and would proceed to walk to the edge of the bath.

"The man I want to know and that I want to know me is not the man I see in front of me.." she would stop then, her head turned slightly to look at him. "Who I want to know me is the man behind that unwelcoming aura, for that is what differentiates a man and a monster." her words were still melodic but serious. "and a monster I know you are not."

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[Muramasa Uemon]

Muramasa

A smile, a kind word, and a warm hand on his face. Not unwelcome... but not entirely what he sought.

She stood to meet his gaze and the realization dawned. Muramasa did not intend to menace... but he supposed he appeared rather menacing at that moment. Shiina cautioned patience and time. Both wells that had run dry for him on this particular night. Quietly he watched as she turned away from him, still looking her up and down noting her every movement as she walked. He listened as she told him an exchange of knowledge must be reciprocal. She did not wish to know a monster. She knew that wasn't him. He merely shook his head.

"You can't know that." When he spoke this time his voice was quieter. Less harsh. He brought his right hand before him to stare at it. "I killed a man not thirty minutes ago." For the first time since it happened the dull throb of his knuckles bothered him. A pain ignored as he clenched his fist. "I felt..." He paused, unfurling his hand slightly as it came to rest over his heart. Just like he had in the meadow. "Nothing." As he glanced down he felt his own heart's rhythm. Quickened slightly from the natural chemicals running through his body but... steady. His eyes lost some of their sharpness as this dawned on him. Saying it out loud certainly put it into perspective for him. "I thought I'd prepared... knew who I was... but this is the truth." Muramasa's words were but a whisper now. A dull roar nearly drowned out by the running water. "This is what I am." 'What' not 'who'. Deliberate.

It was a long time coming and something he spent many nights lying awake pondering before getting here. He was no fool. Knew that revenge came with a cost. But he had resigned himself to it. There was only one path for him to walk and this was the reality of it. Pity, sympathy, help— he wanted none of. Perhaps there was another side to him... but what did that matter at all if this was the ugly truth that lie beneath?

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TECHNIQUES USED:


SPECIAL ABILITIES:

String Theory - E.C.C

Necessary for his Puppet Ninjutsu and applicable to his other techniques, Uemon has trained extensively in order to mitigate the amount of chakra he uses with his techniques. Compensating for his average chakra reserves this allows him to stay in the fight that much longer.

Puppetmaster - U.A.

A natural strategist with a quick mind, Uemon is always observing even in the midst of combat. This allows for him to find gaps and weaknesses in his opponent's techniques easier than some, and allows him to formulate strategies and deceptions to take advantage of these shortcomings. His knack for tactics cues him on which approach should work best depending on his target.

Ashizukai Footwork - E.P.T. (Speed)

Honed after years of fighting and training in jujitsu with samurai as a child in the Land of Iron, Uemon is surprisingly light on his feet and his hand-to-hand strikes are faster than most expect. Able to strike and weave with deft swiftness he is capable of holding his own against Taijutsu specialists of his rank and outright overwhelming those of lower ranks in a straight up slugfest.

[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Muramasa Uemon



NOTES -

The woman had sought revenge before, and successfully too, for that matter. She remembered every detail and every emotion, none of which were good. The relief that she thought she would feel when the one man who had orchestrated everything died in front of her very eyes never came. In fact, she was still experiencing it every day, even though the years have passed and everyone had moved on. Shiina was still stuck in the time and place that was supposed to have been liberating. She made sure the world knew that she was the one responsible, thinking that she would in some way feel proud.

But what she felt...was none of those things...

The woman turned around, walking once more towards Muramasa, listening to him talk. All of the words he spoke were the ones she had wanted to say after killing the councilman in Kumo. But there had been nobody there for her to speak them to. She was determined to not let her own misfortunes be passed onto this man. "Sometimes, not feeling something right away doesn't make you a monster." Shiina made her way slowly back to where he stood. "It's actually quite the opposite. It's because you are not a monster that your feelings can't keep up with your actions. Revenge and hatred are the world's two darkest emotions, and the moment those two things no longer exist will be the moment you'll feel." Her voice carried a little sadness.

"You'll feel every little emotion down to the last particle. And by then, you'd wish you were the way you are now."

She went around to stand behind him, her arms extended into an embrace, caressing his back as they both stood. "Take it from a person who's been where you are, and gone beyond, to now wishing so much to be back to when I couldn't feel anything..." Her voice cracked, every inch of her body trembled as she fought back tears, biting her lower lip as she only tightened her hug. "You're not a monster, Muramasa. It doesn't matter how I know...it only matters that you know." Shiina wasn't there to pity him, nor to save him. She understood full well that he would forget about this conversation at some point and would continue to feel all that she had felt. There was no saving anyone from that...but there was every need to forewarn him of what was to come."and a monster I know you are not."

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[Muramasa Uemon]

Muramasa

Muramasa did not notice her approach with his eyes lowered, the dull metronome of his own heartbeat stole his attention.

Little did he know that his own musings had stirred up something within the Ryuujin woman. To most they might sound like the ramblings of someone sick. Wrathful and callous to the core. But she did not believe that. For she too had been where he was now. Her voice broke the extended silence but still he stared downward. Shiina claimed that his lack of feeling did not make him a monster. "A devil, then." His own internal monologue did not fail him even now. As she continued her words revealed some of what she was thinking. "Darkness..." he thought, ruminating for a time on her explanation. His fingers tightened around his heart "That's where I dwell." It wasn't until he noted a familiar tinge of anguish in her lilt that he was brought once again back to the present. Again his eyes softened but this time differently. For the first time since he'd returned from the meadow... his fury seemed to simmer.

Feeling would come, she said. Too much. Eventually he would desire to return to this. "The way I am now..." Circling around to his back she wrapped her arms around him. Warmth... but not just body heat. Something more. His hand came to rest atop hers with his heart underneath. His thumb moved along the back of her hand. Muramasa was content to stay like this. But as her voice cracked and he felt her body shudder he slowly turned around in her arms, his own sliding to hold her. One of his hands rose to support the back of her head as he pulled her close. "Shiina..." Her name was but a murmur as she told him he was no monster. For a long while they stayed like that. A mutual embrace between two people. Humans.

Minutes passed and slowly the young man leaned back just slightly, his hands traveling to cradle either side of the woman's face as he looked upon her. If she stared back she would see. Anger and pain still lingered... but it had receded behind. Replaced instead by a somberness that usually lived there. "Thank you." Muramasa finally spoke again. A slight nod followed. He wasn't sure where he would end up... but it was clear to him that she understood how he felt better than most.

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TECHNIQUES USED:


SPECIAL ABILITIES:

String Theory - E.C.C

Necessary for his Puppet Ninjutsu and applicable to his other techniques, Uemon has trained extensively in order to mitigate the amount of chakra he uses with his techniques. Compensating for his average chakra reserves this allows him to stay in the fight that much longer.

Puppetmaster - U.A.

A natural strategist with a quick mind, Uemon is always observing even in the midst of combat. This allows for him to find gaps and weaknesses in his opponent's techniques easier than some, and allows him to formulate strategies and deceptions to take advantage of these shortcomings. His knack for tactics cues him on which approach should work best depending on his target.

Ashizukai Footwork - E.P.T. (Speed)

Honed after years of fighting and training in jujitsu with samurai as a child in the Land of Iron, Uemon is surprisingly light on his feet and his hand-to-hand strikes are faster than most expect. Able to strike and weave with deft swiftness he is capable of holding his own against Taijutsu specialists of his rank and outright overwhelming those of lower ranks in a straight up slugfest.

[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Muramasa Uemon



NOTES -

Shiina could feel his body turn, turning around to now return the embrace. He placed a hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her close. She had let him see her tears, a feat that nobody else had ever been able to see. She clung to his body, and in the moment, she merely gave in to the weakness. The woman was human after all, the two of them standing in the bath holding each other, the hot spring waters the only sound audible. She released Muramasa from the embrace, her hand reaching to wipe the remnant of tears that were still on her face. "I'm sorry...that was quite out of character for me..." she admittedly softly, turning to leave the bath a second time.

She would wrap her body around loosely with a yukata from the ryokan, walking out to the main room. The sake she ordered previously was now on the table, with two sake cups ready for the two of them. Shiina walked towards one of the beds in the room, sitting down on it. Her eyes traveled to the window in the room, taking in the quiet night. Most of the night had come and gone, and all she wanted to do now was enjoy what was left of it. She had a visibly confused look on her face. What was that back there in the hot springs room? She wasn't sure...but whatever it was, she was bothered by it.

The man had come to know too much about her...

And yet, when he held her close in his arms, he felt very much like a normal human, the roughness all but lifted. She had enjoyed that moment, at its purest, and wondered if he felt the same. She got up to the table, pouring out sake for the both of them while she waited for Muramasa to return. There was still lots of conversation to be had, and if he proved to be too physically and mentally exhausted from the night's events, she would gladly just sit there with him and drink until either the morning came or until they both fell asleep.

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[Muramasa Uemon]

Muramasa

As he stared at the woman's face he held cupped his hands he felt several droplets of moisture meet his thumbs.

Unexpected. "Tears?" He didn't know if was the events of the night or just the fact that it was Shiina who had shed them but he was surprised. Muramasa felt her hands leave his body to wipe her face as she apologized. "Nothing to be sorry for." Was his response, using the back of his own finger to dab one of the last ones. In a soft manner of affection rarely displayed he stroked the woman's cheek with the back of his hand a final time before she turned to leave. Soon he was left standing in the water, steam swirling around his bare form. His gaze drifted upwards. So many things had transpired that evening that he couldn't help but wonder... what next? Wordlessly he exited.

Finding his change of clothes nearby he robed himself in a fresh yukata and tied it off with a white obi. There was much to do before his story concluded... but perhaps he did not need to rush to it just this second. A thought he had never had before.

Entering the room his eyes fell to the Ryuujin woman once more, and then to the sake that had arrived. Taking the ceramic jug in hand he poured a cup for her, handing it to her before pouring his own. Muramasa then took a seat next to her, setting his cup down for just a moment to re-open his black book that he had retrieved from his belongings. Flipping to an earlier page, the one that contained the sword blueprint from earlier he scratched out a word and scribbled something down. If the woman glanced over she would see in small hand the word 'Ranmichi' crossed out replaced with 'Shiinamoto'.

Names for blades were often pompous but he felt this one fitting. A beautiful name for a beautiful work of art.

Another page opened, one filled with sketches of flora. Producing an empty vial from earlier he held it up before his face, shaking the remaining liquid before pursing his lips. "I need to go pick flowers soon." Finally he said, breaking the silence. The young man's eyes moved to her again, taking his cup once more in hand. "Want to come?" With the invitation extended he drank. Perhaps 'soon' was meant to be vague to prolong their time here. Perhaps it could wait a day... or two. 

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TECHNIQUES USED:


SPECIAL ABILITIES:

String Theory - E.C.C

Necessary for his Puppet Ninjutsu and applicable to his other techniques, Uemon has trained extensively in order to mitigate the amount of chakra he uses with his techniques. Compensating for his average chakra reserves this allows him to stay in the fight that much longer.

Puppetmaster - U.A.

A natural strategist with a quick mind, Uemon is always observing even in the midst of combat. This allows for him to find gaps and weaknesses in his opponent's techniques easier than some, and allows him to formulate strategies and deceptions to take advantage of these shortcomings. His knack for tactics cues him on which approach should work best depending on his target.

Ashizukai Footwork - E.P.T. (Speed)

Honed after years of fighting and training in jujitsu with samurai as a child in the Land of Iron, Uemon is surprisingly light on his feet and his hand-to-hand strikes are faster than most expect. Able to strike and weave with deft swiftness he is capable of holding his own against Taijutsu specialists of his rank and outright overwhelming those of lower ranks in a straight up slugfest.

[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Muramasa Uemon



NOTES -

Perhaps being flattered was an understatement to it all, as the man came into the room, poured a cup of sake for her and then himself, and settled to sit beside her with the little black book he had shown her when they first met downstairs. He opened to the page with the katana drawing, the one he had originally asked her a name for. And she would notice that he had put a name down before, only to cross it out now and write another one in. Both names had her name in it, she thought to herself, a small blush forming across her face. She would give a little cough and turn away then, hiding the blush from Muramasa. It was a nice gesture, if the word nice was sufficient. To name a sword after someone was quite a big deal, after all, and despite her not saying anything directly to him about it, he would keep the thought in her head.

Why did he incorporate her name?

Shiina tried not to think too deeply of the situation. To be fair, he could have simply liked her name and decided that it fit well with his new blade. She would leave it at that, sipping her cup of sake quietly. The events of the entire night seemed to be weighing in on her now, her eyes heavy as a headache started to form at the back of head. She would look at the flask that Muramasa now put in front of her face, saying that he wanted to go pick flowers. An interesting yet somewhat jarring conversation change, which wasn't unfamiliar to her now since the man always seemed to like to change topics suddenly. She nodded her head, smiling as she thought about flowers. "I'd love to...accompany you." The sake was getting to her head, her body warm and her nerves calm, it was amazing how much alcohol could help calm her nerves. Shiina placed the cup down on the table, leaning in so that her head gently touched his shoulder.

"I'm so tired..." she admitted in a sleepy voice. The excitement that had come from a long night was one she hadn't had in quite awhile. Even her performance nights didn't leave her half as tired. The woman closed her eyes, relaxing the muscles in her body and heaving a small sigh, completely oblivious to the fact that she now had her head leaned against a man who tried only moments before to tell her that he wanted her. She was allowing herself to show parts of her that were unflattering, parts of which she kept inside for years and she hoped that she was making the right choice.

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[Muramasa Uemon]

Muramasa

It was fast but... for a moment he could've sworn he saw her face turn the slightest shade of red.

Maybe it was just the sake? "Hm..." Little did he know she had spied his hasty handwriting. Tradition was not always something he cared for but the practice of naming swords was an old and important one in his homeland. For true blades it was a necessity, even. Now this new one would be worthy. Whenever he actually got around to forging it, that is. In response to his question about flowers Shiina smiled and nodded. "Great." He said. For the first time that night the faint shadow of a smirk began to form. She had picked up on his habit of switching topics— an unconscious defense mechanism that kept him from getting delving too deeply into his own feelings on any given subject. But then, something happened. The woman leaned her head on his shoulder... and a bit of color bloomed on his own cheeks.

For a while he sat there, letting her use him to rest. It was nice, having her here like this. Eventually he slowly nodded. "It is getting late..." After several minutes he gently stood, bringing his hands up to support her weight. "Let's get you to bed." He said, helping to lower her down onto the pillow. The sake had been getting to them both. Muramasa would cover her with a blanket, his admiring stare falling to her face. "Maybe..." He began, his eyes drifting down slightly as he thought. "Maybe the flowers can wait." A hand rose to gently caress the Ryuujin woman's cheek once more. "Just a few days." The implication being that he wanted to remain here. With her.

Every fiber of him wanted to lie with her but he remembered her words. Patience. Time. Quietly he made his way to the other bed, sliding underneath the covers to stare up at the ceiling. This night had not turned out as expected. But... that was good.

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TECHNIQUES USED:


SPECIAL ABILITIES:

String Theory - E.C.C

Necessary for his Puppet Ninjutsu and applicable to his other techniques, Uemon has trained extensively in order to mitigate the amount of chakra he uses with his techniques. Compensating for his average chakra reserves this allows him to stay in the fight that much longer.

Puppetmaster - U.A.

A natural strategist with a quick mind, Uemon is always observing even in the midst of combat. This allows for him to find gaps and weaknesses in his opponent's techniques easier than some, and allows him to formulate strategies and deceptions to take advantage of these shortcomings. His knack for tactics cues him on which approach should work best depending on his target.

Ashizukai Footwork - E.P.T. (Speed)

Honed after years of fighting and training in jujitsu with samurai as a child in the Land of Iron, Uemon is surprisingly light on his feet and his hand-to-hand strikes are faster than most expect. Able to strike and weave with deft swiftness he is capable of holding his own against Taijutsu specialists of his rank and outright overwhelming those of lower ranks in a straight up slugfest.