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As soon as the announcement was made that the performers were stealing from the people, Takehiro was enraged. His eyes scanned the crowd, and upon spotting another of the performers, he would act. The Daimyo leaped high into the air - like, UNREASONABLY high - and landed on top of the performer he spotted, pinning the man on the ground. Angered by their acts, Takehiro would also slam a heavy fist down into the man's cheek, knocking him out.

"That is the type of game you play, is it? Riling up your spectators so you might steal from them?!"

Takehiro was literally speeding through the crowd, tackling all of the performers to the ground. Kenji's announcement made the man a beast!

Takehiro would have given Ryunosuke a look that said everything so he didn't have to verbalize it. Though their time together was short so far, Takehiro held the kid in high regard. He was competent, and capable of quite a bit even without the backing of the army. But, the man wasn't about to get all sentimental right here and right now. Open emotion wasn't his thing.

"Regardless, tales of your work have certainly spread, especially to the fiefs so close to Takeda territory." Takehiro nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "I've been following these rumors of late, and I must say, meeting you in these circumstances is quite the coincidence. But, I would like to make you an offer, once this whole situation is settled and the grave is done."

He wasn't going to talk business over a man's grave, especially as the grave was being built, of course.

Takehiro would have protested to Ryunosuke taking the shovel, but it seemed he was adamant about it. The Daimyo wasn't exactly used to being a Daimyo, and he wasn't used to having other people do the smaller stuff for him. Even when he was a general in the Hojo, Takehiro did most of the work and let his men sit back. But these Totomi men, their militia was strong-willed and hard-working. That would take time to get used to.

As Satsumaru spoke, Takehiro listened intently, whether or not Ryunosuke allowed the man to do the digging himself. What caught his ear specifically was that he mentioned he fought for the Takeda, and naturally, the man smiled. If this played out like he was currently assuming, then he was going to be extremely happy. The man the rumors spoke of, this could be him.

"Well, this is the commander of the Totomi Militia, Ichimura Ryunosuke. I'll admit, he's one of the best officers I've got." Takehiro let out a chuckle, patting the kid on the shoulder. "And I am Amakusa Takehiro, the Daimyo of Totomi." Surprisingly, that statement was far from being self-absorbed. Though, there was pride in it. That pride, however, laid not in the fact that he was a Daimyo, but that he was a Daimyo of such a great people.

"You mentioned fighting with the Takeda," he brought back up stepping toward the man. "These battles, would I be correct in assuming they were the battles of Kawanakajima?" If he meant they were smaller campaigns, that might still be something. But to have served under the Takeda banner for those battles meant he did have a good deal of experience, and that he was who Takehiro was looking for.

Masahiro opting to grab Takehiro's arm only worked in the brawler's favor. He would pull his arm back as the man went for the hook, allowing the punch to hit his arm instead of his kidney. Using the imbalance from the pull, Takehiro would rotate his body to the left, sliding his left foot behind the man's closest foot. From there, he would rotate his wrist, using his held hand to take a hold of Masahiro's as well, and then pushed forward with all of his weight, while kicking the man's leg out from under him. This should result in him falling awkwardly to the floor, and even if he let go of Takehiro's arm, Takehiro still held his.

Once Masahiro was on the ground, Takehiro would drop his knee forcefully into the man's kidney. From there, he would hold his arm straight out from his wrist, while using his free hand to pull on the man's elbow, opposite the way it was supposed to bend. The pressure he would apply would be so much that a small addition would allow him to snap the bone.

Before Takehiro could get his valuables injured, a wave of darkness would erupt from his body to push these more resilient men away! If he could, he would bind the all with dark shackles mid-air, and use those shackles to rip them apart!

He did all this while protecting his junk!

"Oh, I'm smug, because I was taking a FUCKING BATH!"

Str: 33(94+34)
Dex: 30(92)
Con: 27(88)
Wis: 33(48)
Spr: 27(45)

"What the - SERIOUSLY?! ARE YOU GETTING THAT DESPERATE?!"

Takehiro would stand to his feet, wiping sand off his ass, swinging his glaive around him in preparation for the onslaught. While he didn't have his armor, he would not be defenseless. A shroud of darkness fell over him, quickly enveloping him and giving him the appearance of a demon.

The first 25 soldiers would be pushed back by a powerful wave of darkness, and the immediately pulled back toward Takehiro! In one quick, ferocious swing, he looked to cleave all of the men in half while they were airborne!

Takehiro nodded as he was offered to make the first move. Naturally, it wasn't something he would do, but he was going to use this opportunity to test his opponent. He inched toward Masahiro, and once he was within striking distance, would send a quick jab for the man's face. It had very little force behind it, and would retract almost as quickly as it was thrown. Almost immediately after that attack, Takehiro would bend his knees a little and shift his fist to the right, sending another left jab at the man's stomach.

Takehiro's first time in Owari was extremely awkward, having begun and ended with a strange opium trip. His second time there, he'd been training with the Oda army, and in just a few days since he was training as a mercenary, he came back bearing the Mon of his own clan. Sure, it meant he wouldn't have fallen in with the Oda as he'd initially planned, but being a ruler was cool too. And so he found himself in Owari, initially with the goal of talking diplomacy with Lord Nobunaga.

Having been told Nobunaga was out for some reason, Takehiro took to the markets to get a better feel for the place, making sure to have his helmet off, so as to not terrify the residents. It seemed that, in the middle of the market, a traveling group of performers had set up a stage, so it was jam-packed. There were guys on stage fighting each other, and they somehow inspired guys in the crowd to start fighting each other, and it pretty much ended up as a, uh... rumble in Owari.

Takehiro would listen to the man's story calmly, acknowledging all of the details he brought up. It didn't seem like he was lying. The way the woman was acting, how calm he was, the fact he wasn't running, he didn't kill this man in cold blood. He was also no Maki, he didn't seem to revel in this situation. So, Takehiro believed him.

"Well, Satsumaru -" Takehiro began, lacking an honorific. "- and I mean no offense, honorifics are just not my thing - I believe you. Let's just get this mess cleaned up, eh?" He would usher the people away and pick the body up, before heading out of the tavern. With his head, he would beckon Satsumaru and Ryunosuke to come with him. "So, tell me, Satsumaru," he would start as he began to dig up a grave for the man. "I don't recognize you. And, based on how you're talking, you're not from around here. What brings you to Totomi?"

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Takehiro had caught wind of something rather strange. A Tokugawa courier seemed to be crossing through his territory, heading right back into Tokugawa territory. Naturally, he felt as though his people were being spied on, and it was possible that numbers and valuable locations were being recorded on paper and sent to the Tokugawa for an attack of sorts. Something like that could be devastating to the people, though Takehiro was more than certain he could deal with the problem before it even became one.

Following the courier's trail, Takehiro happened upon the camp he was staying the night at. He saw things simply, here: get the documents, whatever they were, and replace them with false information. Going in and killing the guards would likely be seen as an act of war, and given the peoples' current numbers, he wasn't going to risk that. No, he was going to get in there and do this quietly. So, until nightfall, Takehiro would observe the camp carefully, watching patrols and memorizing their routes. Before long, he knew every fault in their system.

As soon as the sun fell, Takehiro used his shawl to meld with the darkness and jumped down in front of the camp's entrance. His boots kept him from making a single sound as he landed, and this gave him the opportunity to walk right in, just as patrols were changing. He would proceed alongside them for a moment without them ever knowing he was there, before turning away from them and proceeding to the tents where he saw the courier was being kept.

There were quite a few candles to light the way, given it was night time, and Takehiro compensated for this by using his dark ability to put the fires out, allowing him to continue in complete darkness. Once he arrived at the tents, he would peer into them to find the courier. As soon as he did, he slipped inside completely quietly and invisible to the naked eye, took the courier's documents, and replaced them with some that stated the Amakusa troops were marching onto Takeda territory at Shinano with Imagawa assistance. The numbers would deter any thought of attack, and if they did not, the Tokugawa would send few troops due to the numbers they believed to be small within Totomi, and the Amakusa could launch an effective counter-attack.

More simply than he slipped in, Takehiro would take his leave. He would proceed to the center of the camp, and in a single bound, leap over its walls and up onto the hill he used to scout the area out. From there, he would proceed home, to observe the courier's documents. And no one would ever know he was there.