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To be fair, 12 SPQs is still a lot to come up with, what with the heavy GMing we have to do (Dungeons, Musou Trials, Bounties, Major Events, etc.), though I can see where you're coming from. It seems just as easy to make the SPQs work for someone in a faction as it would for a merc, though, and denying anyone the ability to do an SPQ because they chose to be aligned/unaligned doesn't seem entirely fair.

For a moment, the officer was confused, and then he realized it was a portal of sorts! Stepping through it, Iemasa considered his options. Without much thought, he took the right path! If there were any more turns, he was going to take a left, just because, and if he couldn't go left, he would keep straight.

Unlike the last range training, Iemasa felt insanely comfortable here. With a rifle in his hands, the officer felt basically unstoppable, not to mention the beastly visor he obtained from exploring Numa Castle. At 100 yards, even, this whole training felt like it was going to be a piece of cake. But, he was going to go through with it anyway, just to show not only Lord Nobunaga, but every single soldier present, why he was going to be so valuable to the Oda army.

Stepping up to the range, Iemasa adopted a different stance for his rifle than almost everyone else. He would hold his weapon up with a single arm, aiming down the range. His eyes seemed to isolate the target dummy from everything else, and it was like he saw it right in front of himself. Exhaling calmly, he pulled the trigger and with a loud bang, the bullet would soar through the air and pierce the target dummy's head. He grinned, and the men around him seemed surprised. Not only was he able to aim the rifle with just a single arm, but his aim with it seemed impeccable! And, eager to show it was not just a fluke, he was going to do this over and over.

With his second shot, Iemasa would fire even more quickly, and it seemed to be more reckless of a shot, as well. He would swing his arm upward, firing as the rifle was level with the target dummy, and in that split second, the shot seemed to be on target, once again piercing the dummy's head. The men around him all cheered, some in disbelief that he could make a shot like that, others saying he was just showing off. Either way, shot after shot, the dummy's head would be further and further torn apart. By the end of the first part of the trial, it has so many holes in its head, you wouldn't recognize it if it were a person.

This next part of the trial seemed to be a bit more of a challenge, but at the same time, Iemasa wasn't deterred in the slightest. He had to hit a target out of the air from the same distance, at least seven times, but was going to go for all ten.

The moment the first bag of sand was thrown into the air, Iemasa's eyes seemed to lock onto it, and it moved in a sort of slow motion. Raising his rifle, he would follow it, shooting at it just as it reached the peak of its arc, and the bullet ripped through the bag, spilling sand all across the ground. While the first shot itself wasn't overly impressive, the officer would prove that he was not going to miss a single time, as they would each be thrown into the air, and he would shoot them down faster and faster each time, taking even less time to actually prepare his shot. Over and over, the bags fell to the ground, the sand pouring everywhere in a mess that marked his success.

In total, out of twenty shots, Iemasa did not miss once. If that didn't prove he was a good rifleman, he didn't know what would.

Iemasa observed the two men going together, and he noticed Naotora took off on her own. Shrugging, the officer would go all the way own the right path, checking out that strange vortex. Cautiously, he would poke it with his weapon. If it seemed safe, he'd step into it.

Str: 13(18)
Dex: 14(48)
Con: 13(21)
Wis: 10
Spr: 10(15)

Stumbling out of the chamber, Iemasa would skin to a halt. Almost immediately he would notice how the group changed. All of the men looked as if they were demons, and then there was Naotora. The woman appeared as if she were the physical embodiment of Amaterasu, and it was a sight to behold.

"Funny how that ended up..." A side comment to himself, Iemasa headed over to the last door, seeing as the others were. Full-clear couldn't hurt.

Iemasa coughed out some blood, and tried to whip his sword around in a circle and cut the fuckers who tackled him into little pieces! He would aim for their necks, and if he could, he would shoot them in their mouths! This sickness was bad enough - someone needed to come and help him.

Taking the weapon in his hands, Iemasa felt super awesome. When it began to glow though, he got a little freaked out, and ran as far away from the thing as he could, aiming back and shooting at its shoulders as much as he could!

"Come on, you son of a bitch!"

Rising from his barracks, Iemasa would have left his bed slightly disgruntled. He wasn't one for mornings, despite being an army man, and today, they'd all gotten up extra early. Lazily getting dressed, the man would run with the others into the ranks, and listened closely to what was going on today.

"Imagawa...? The rest of the Matsudaira are with them..." He had a chance to convince Lord Takechiyo - no, Lord Ieyasu, to side with the Oda. This would be ideal! The man would do all he could to prove himself to Lord Nobunaga, so he could be one of the men entrusted with special duties in the upcoming battle. It would be his own personal request that he talk to Lord Ieyasu!

Being one of the men in the group who would take up Lord Nobunaga's training first, Iemasa listened intently to the instructions. They sounded simple at first, but he then realized all the work that would be put into a shot like that. You'd have to shoot at the right time, hit the right spot, to make it fall back and hit the spear. Even then, Lord Nobunaga's throw made a huge difference. Sighing, the officer took up a rifle and awaited his Lord's command. This would be something.

Catching Naotora's success in the corner of his vision, Iemasa figured he probably just had to break all the armor. That would be tough, but he'd try his hardest. As the knight pulled out a beautiful weapon, Iemasa ran up to it, swatting it to the side and ramming his rifle into its gauntlet. He would fire off as many rounds as he could to destroy the gauntlet, steal the weapon, and then start wailing on the fucker's chest.

Iemasa sighed in relief as he took his opponents out. His rifle would be trained on the creatures Maki was fighting, just in case there was some weird twist of fate and he ended up dead or something. That, or they got attacked by even more assholes from the ceiling.

"Nice," Iemasa muttered, cleaning the blood off his coat. Seemed they got those monsters taken care of pretty quick, so the rifleman put his weapon on his shoulder and relaxed for now. He figured two people would be more than enough to go and collect the chest, so he'd stay at the entrance.