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Able to quickly predict the man's attack, Takehiro's gauntlet shot up and took the brunt of the blow! Despite the strong steel on it, however, it seemed that enough force would allow this man to rip through Takehiro's gauntlet, and he wanted none of that. In one incredibly swift motion, Takehiro would swat away the man's polearm by spinning his glaive in a circle, and ram the hilt into the man's stomach.

If successful, Takehiro would feel a small pain in his own stomach, but it was something he could handle. The other guy, though... that would be a different story.

Underneath the mask and helmet, Takehiro cocked an eyebrow. He didn't see the man's face, but he knew the guy? Someone he'd fought before? This raised a few question's in the man's mind, considering he'd killed just about everyone he faced, but the thrill behind it was undeniable. Whoever the man was, maybe he was here for vengeance. But, Takehiro would show him no mercy if he meant to harm the people of the fief.

"You call that a weapon, buddy?" Takehiro laughed at his polearm. It looked like a toothpick compared to his own great glaive. "Well, if you're so much better now, why don't you show me what you've got?" As if in a taunting manner, Takehiro rested his weapon atop his shoulders and began walking toward the mysterious man.

While wandering the village, Takehiro came upon a man who seemed to be robbing someone else at the marketplace for food. Normally, the man would find himself on the ground with a fiery glaive to his throat, but Takehiro had a soft spot for the hungry. Helmet in one hand, Takehiro would approach the man and the merchant and pull out a good deal of coins, handing them to the merchant calmly.

"How about we diffuse the situation before anyone gets hurt, eh?"

He smiled, handing the mysterious man some food after the money was handed over. He would not have to go hungry any longer.

As the Imagawa forces too retreated, the Amakusa forces cheered triumphantly. Without taking a single life, they convinced both forces to withdraw from the fief, and now it was theirs!

"Men of Totomi! This land now belongs to the people!"

All of the warriors gathered there that day continued cheering and singing songs of triumph as they journeyed back to their homes. Totomi was now a fief under the Amakusa, and this meant the people had their land back.

Dark Takehiro's brow rose. Takehiro seemed to make a good deal of allies from this one battle here, and that was a huge deal. If he knew the Chosokabe were backing him - not just the Totomi militia - he would probably scream with joy. His dream was coming to be realized a lot quicker than he'd thought. "Sure thing!" He gave a thumbs up! "But what the hell were the Chosokabe doing all the way out here, if you don't mind me asking?" Their fief was, like... on the other side of the country.

"Well met, Ichimura," he spoke, using the last name rather than the first, so as to not insult him. He wasn't one for the whole honorifics thing, simply because he saw everyone as his equal. "The name's Amakusa Takehiro. Ex-Hojo." He smiled at the men, removing his helmet. If he was going to be working with them, he would let them see his true self, rather than the demon. "What do you lot say we get these ships to the shore, and I buy everyone a round of sake?"

At the place where they were to do battle, the two forces would see Takehiro and his small army behind him, a fair amount of soldiers facing either of the opposing armies. The man himself bore his fiery glaive in one hand, holding it up into the air as a signal for the two forces to stop.

"Men of the Tokugawa and Imagawa!" he shouted, looking to either side of him. "You gather today to fight and claim this fief for your own, and yet you would constantly ignore the demands of the people?" Takehiro would move his demon chariot a little closer to either faction as he spoke, to get their attention. "While you bicker and moan about who gets the territory, the people suffer, and you do nothing to save them! Just a few days ago, the Kitabatake launched an attack on Totomi shores, and neither of your armies were to be found to assist the people!" He would stop at the center of the battlefield. "Withdraw your troops immediately. The people of this fief do not want you here, and neither of your forces deserve to lead them. A Daimyo must care for the people under his rule, and neither of your lords have shown compassion for the people of this land. And so, here I stand, with my own followers, and the Totomi militia, to defend this fief with my life! You will not bring your battles of hatred here, and if you choose to, I will be forced to stop you personally!"

A pillar of dark energy shot forth from Takehiro's body into the sky, as a warning to either faction. Should they choose to continue their battle, they would have to deal with quite the enemy.

Takehiro smirked, seeing his maneuver was successful, and immediately turned to keep his eye on Shibata as the man hit the ground. As soon as his feet were up in the air, Takehiro would step to the side, catching the man's legs and spinning him in a full circle, before using all of that momentum to slam the man down onto the ground. He would drop his knee down on the back of one of the man's and placed his foot on the man's spine, before pulling the other leg up and applying a huge deal of pressure on his thigh.

Allied With: Uesugi

The Amakusa faction, led by Amakusa Takehiro, are a small group that currently reside in Totomi alongside its active militia. The Amakusa are a just people, who seek to gain further power and influence, and rule the land through peaceful means. Takehiro wishes to convince neighboring Daimyo to join them, using his sheer power as his selling point. Any who would wish for war, the Amakusa would seek to strike down, and in doing so, unify Japan under a single banner.

Faction Bonus: +5 Con, +10 Str when wielding a two-hand.

Noteworthy Men and Women:
Amakusa Takehiro - Daimyo
Yamada Toshi - General, Main Adviser
Ichimura Ryunosuke - Head of the Totomi Militia
Santos Gabriella - Adviser to the Left

A small village on the Tokugawa side of Totomi was constantly being hounded by the Imagawa forces, who would repeatedly send a small amount of men to terrorize them. Because of this, tensions grew, and the people became scared of what harm could befall them. It had gotten to the point where, now, the Imagawa had dispatched a small army to wipe them out! Under Takehiro's guard, the villagers pulled together a small militia to match the might of the oncoming army.

The demon warrior positioned a small platoon of men within a few homes at certain points within the village. His aim was to keep the men in hiding, take out a few of the Imagawa forces at the front, lead them into the village, and have the hiding men spring out into action and ambush the stragglers. Takehiro was certain it would work, given his expertise and experience. So, with his soldiers in position, it was merely a matter of waiting.

Upon the horizon, Takehiro could see the Imagawa forces coming. He stood to his feet, glaive in hand, as they approached. The sight of a demon warrior scared them, and some began to turn around and run, but he would prevent their escape by summoning a tidal wave of dark energy from behind them, forcing them to run toward the village they were targeting! As they came near, Takehiro ripped through the crowd, incapacitating a good ten in no time at all. The rest ran past him in fear, and from there, Takehiro let the battle play its course.

At the first ambush point, the seven men in the back of the invading army would be taken down by ten men, their weapons ripped from their hands and they were forced into submission. The second ambush point, another ten ambushed yet another seven, breaking their arms and tying them down so they could no longer fight. The third group appeared in front of the final six men, and they realized there was no escaping. They all dropped their weapons and fell to their knees in surrender.

All thirty of the invaders had their hands bound behind their backs, and they were all brought to the center of the village. Takehiro observed the men, using his demonic image to instill a fear in them. "You lot got off easy this time. But know this: should you return to this village with ill intent, I will not spare you a second time. Now, leave this place, and tell your Lord of the demon and the men who put a stop to you. Return to your families. Do not come back." The men nodded, scrambling to their feet and taking off down from where they came.

Pleased with the progress he'd made, Takehiro retired to the inn for the night. He would stay in the village for the next couple of days to insure their safety, as well.

Faction:Amakusa
Territory: Totomi - Split down the middle by Tokugawa and Imagawa Forces
Method: Negotiation 
Army Size: 87 Normal Troops
5 Exceptional Troops
2 Commanders

"Wait a second," the mercenary began, bewildered. "You want me... to walk TWENTY MILES through the SNOW with this HEAVY ASS CRATE on my back?! Why not just take horses on the main roads?!" The Daimyo smiled, shaking his head. "If we could send any random rider into the snow with any random horse, we would have. But, see, we are testing your worth here. If you make it to the camp with these supplies, your pay will triple." The mercenary's eyes widened, and he let out a sigh. Fuck it. It was worth it, right?

"Oh, yes, and you must wear weighted anklets."

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Cursing, Takehiro began to trudge through the snow with the package on his back. Normally, this wouldn't be a pain, but he wasn't allowed to use his greaves of awesome jumping, so he was forced to face the weather. It was bad, too. Not even five minutes into the walk, and Takehiro was blinded by the insane snowfall and fierce winds that whipped it into his eyes and obscured his vision. But, he had twenty miles to go, and if he was going to give up after five minutes, then he was never going to make it in this world. Gritting his teeth, the man decide he was going to just bear through it all.

Several hours would pass, and Takehiro lost track of the time. Not even halfway through, the man was already weakened and aching, but he did all he could to go on. The snow only got higher and higher, each step taking more and more effort to actually continue moving. Somehow, he would manage, however, making it to the top of a rather large hill that gave him a good viewpoint. It looked like he had just a little over halfway to go at this point, but it was starting to look like it was going to take days.

A powerful breeze pushed Takehiro forward and he stumbled off of the cliff. Realizing the goods were in danger, he did all he could to keep his front on the ground as he slid, keeping his arms underneath and in front of his face to keep himself from getting hurt too bad. He would halt almost immediately upon crashing into a tree, and, letting out a strained grunt, the man stood to his feet. He almost didn't want to go on anymore. Part of him wanted to just give up and lay here and let the blizzard mull over, but it didn't seem like it would subside any time soon. So, begrudgingly, he marched on.

Several more hours would pass, and Takehiro finally found himself just under a mile outside the camp he was sent to. He literally had to pull his feet through the dirt, leaving large drops in the snow where his legs tore through it. It was about knee-high at this point, and the weighted anklets made it hard to climb atop it. Every muscle in his body on fire, the mercenary let out a roar of pain, giving this one final push to the finish. Legs ripping out from under the snow, Takehiro pushed his body to the limit, running as fast as he could to the village. He could feel almost nothing at this point, but he knew that if he gave up before he got where he wanted to go, his body would shut down, and if he didn't make it, he was going to be mad at himself forever.

Finally reaching the village, Takehiro dropped the crate onto the ground and his body collapsed. He would fall face-first to the ground, no longer capable of keeping his body up. But, at this point, it didn't matter. He delivered the goods. He got his pay. He made it.