Recent Posts

Standing to his feet, the mercenary stretched. Whether or not this Kamaitachi realized it, he needed to start thinking with some sense. If all that was left of the Amakusa family was some drunkard talking about how he'd wished he was dead, Takehiro was sure the rest of the family would be tossing and turning in their graves.

"So you'd rather be dead with the rest of your clan, than live with the chance for redemption?"

Takehiro shrugged. He'd let that sink in for a while, if the guy refused to respond.

Black boom powder.

Samurai - "SAMURAI PENIS SHIELD?!"

WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE. THEY HAD OBVIOUS ISSUES THAT NEEDED TO BE RESOLVED. LIKE, THERE IS SOME FINE SILK CLOTHING THAT TAKEHIRO IS PLANNING ON DISCOUNTING BY LIKE, I DUNNO, 99%, BUT THESE IDIOTS JUST WANTED THE BOOM POWDER AND THE PENIS SHIELD

"GET OUT OF HERE. GO."

"Score! These gotta be worth a coin or two!"

Haji probably thought he was going to sell them for a lot more, but, nope. Takehiro had a thing for bargaining with the less fortunate, and if he could get a single coin out of something that was worth three hundred, he would be cool with it.

"Clothes are good. Just, nothing that should touch your penis."

"What in the..." Takehiro observed the blade. It didn't really seem to fit in with the weaponry any of the Japanese were used to. The mercenary observed it, but ended up just shrugging. Whatever kind of deals the guy seemed to get involved in, maybe they were both better off not knowing.

Reaching into the cart, Takehiro also pulled out a giant barrel filled with some sort of powder. Dropping it onto the ground, it gave out a puff of smoke, and he coughed profusely as it filled his lungs. "Ugh, what is this, gunpowder?!"

Takehiro's head raised as the man woke, and he figured he would have that single request upon regaining consciousness. The mercenary had a cup of water prepared, took it in his hand, and headed over to the man. He wasn't going to hand him the cup, seeing as his arm was destroyed, so he would pour the water himself.

"Drink," Takehiro muttered, slowly pouring the liquid to the man's lips. He wouldn't pour too much at one time, just enough for Kamaitachi to lubricate his throat and manage to talk again. Once the man's thirst was sated, or the cup was empty, whichever came first, Takehiro would set the cup to his side and grin. "You're finally awake."

Takehiro grunted as the hammer struck his ribs, and he could swear he might have felt something crack. Though, he tried to make this work! His arm wrapped around the handle of the blade, tugging it toward him in an attempt to pull the villager forward, as they thrust his spear once more toward the man's heart!

Takehiro had pulled in some pretty big hauls recently, and as such, he really didn't find himself wanting much of anything. He had money, he had food, he had a place to sleep, he was happy. So, he figured it was about time to pay his dues to the people who helped him, the villagers who housed and fed him when he had nothing and had only a little more. Not only did he plan to disperse his earnings, he planned to rebuild the village he frequented in his travels.

To start things off, Takehiro approached every hut in the village and left them all a decent sized bag of coins. He tried to be fair, leaving larger families with a bit more money. He was sure to leave no hut unvisited, and it left a huge dent in his personal income, but he didn't entirely mind. The monetary contributions he was making seemed to put smiles on people's faces, and that was what he wanted. If he was correct, these people now had enough money to last them the next month easily, the next two if they used it sparingly. Though, he wouldn't leave them wanting for that long. He planned to stimulate their income against by this time next month!

When his pockets ran empty, Takehiro immediately found other things to occupy himself with. Taking off to the woods, he carried only an ax, and brought two men, each with a wheelbarrow. He planned to cut enough firewood to last maybe the next few weeks, along with enough extra wood to reinforce some of the huts. So, he got to work. He would cut down a small tree, and through a long process, end up with a large amount of logs. These logs would be piled into the wheelbarrows and rolled back into the village, and then distributed to the houses for firewood. Once it seemed like everyone had enough firewood, he began to chop logs for building the huts. This work, in all, took several hours, and by the time it was done, the merc and his two helpers were drenched in sweat, and their muscles ached. But, there was still more work to be done.

Heading back into the village, the mercenary took no breaks. He immediately began reinforcing the huts. He would build support beams inside and out, to keep them from falling over in heavy winds, and he would reinforce the walls so they would provide warmth in the cold. He spent a lot of time building reinforced doors as well, since those seemed to be lacking in the place. Shaping the doors specific to each hut was a pain in the ass, but he figured he could bear through it. Once every hut had a new door, walls, and a support beam or five, Takehiro got to work on some flooring in the places. He couldn't do a whole lot, but anything would be better than the overly moist grass ground.

Another several hours passed, and the mercenary was finally done with the huts. He was covered in sweat, dirt, and small pieces of wood, and his body ached, but he couldn't say he felt bad. In fact, it was nice to be able to do all this stuff. And the sun was beginning to set, so it was finally starting to cool down. To end the day on a good note, Takehiro decided to take a few men to the river nearby, and they all sat, fishing and having a good time.

Once again, Takehiro sighed. This kid didn't entirely get it. "He had the bounty on his head for the reasons I stated earlier. Now, I can't claim that bounty - I let the guy go. So I need to turn to another source of income. You understand." He laughed a little, actually feeling pretty good about this. He was bound to get enough to buy his own territory with all this stuff! Today would be a good day!

"Yeah, well. Sorry 'bout that. It's been hard to find work, lately, and I'm hungry. But what's in here? We could probably buy Owari with it. Twice. So, why would I need to buy Owari twice myself?!"

Sound logic.

"Hey, carriage is fixed. You don't look like you would've held it up."

Takehiro laughed, taking up his spear and seating himself at the front. He would take the reigns - VERY GLAD the horses remained - and waited for his companion to take a seat as well. Once he was all settled, Takehiro would take off, proceeding down the road and as far away from Owari as he could get.

"The name's Amakusa Takehiro."

"Listen, buddy," Tak spoke to the merchant, pissed, but he felt like he needed to do this. "You're gonna take the horse - it's not even mine - and you're going to get the fuck out of here. But be warned, fucker, if I get another contract for you, ever, I am going to shove my spear so far up your ass - it'll be... it'll be far up there, man, do you understand?!"

With that, he cursed, going up to the carriage and punching it. But, he could fix this. It wouldn't be a problem. The wheel could be fixed, he could get the daimyos their stuff - or.... WAIT. TAKEHIRO COULD TAKE THE STUFF AND BRING IT TO A DIFFERENT TERRITORY AND SELL IT.

"Kid, if you wanna eat tonight, help me fix this carriage."

Takehiro sighed as the merchant began to cry, and the human in him couldn't bring himself to kill the guy! He stomped on the ground angrily, taking the spear and thrusting the blade into the ground.

"God damn it - hey, man, don't cry! Geezus, fine! I don't have to kill you! Okay!"

He didn't like saying that. WHY DID HE SAY THAT. THIS WAS HIS MEAL.

Takehiro's spear dropped, and his free hand came to the kid's collar, puling him closer with an intimidating grip. He had no fault in this, it seemed, but he was sure as heck going to prove to be a nuisance. He didn't want to kill the kid, so he'd try and explain things.

"He's conned and drugged TEN DIFFERENT DAIMYOS. AND their children. Tell me, how does it sound like he can change? This is why there's a price on his head, kid. And if I don't claim it, I don't eat tonight. Now, I don't want to hurt you, so you can either sit back and let things play out how they need to, our you're not gonna remember the rest of this day."