#no idea why i even came up with this except that i found some mantids while on holiday

[marsuro]

Wordtober day 13: Жылдыз 🇰🇬

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[aithne]

(Illume) From Lady Yukiko's Journal, 7/9 - 7/13: Cold as River Stone

7/9/1583 Aomori

We've stayed here an extra day to restock and decide what we need to do next. There are several things in Tokyo that need our attention, including finding another part of the key to Sky Home and, possibly, finding and freeing Akechi. While my heart leaps at the idea of having Akechi back with me, I fear that to go into the enemy's very strength is a foolish venture that will doom us all. We will see if the feat proves possible. We also need to go visit Miyazaki, the Scorpion ancestral seat, but that's at the other end of Japan and it's over a week's voyage down there if the wind is with us--which, this being summer, we cannot count on.

First, however, we are going to make a stop in Dragon territory. Haku has a scroll that he would really like back, and that would make him the leader of the Dragons, as his claim to the Ruling Lord's seat is far better than anyone who has held it for the last while. As he explained to me, the scroll is written in Vedic and contains the accumulated wisdom of his entire family, handed down over the ages. One who can read the scroll can read the Ritual of Ascension, which confirms one's blood right to rule the Dragons.

And, should we manage that, our alliance with yet another clan will be cemented. Scorpion, Phoenix, Unicorn, Dragon, and part of Crane would fall on our side. The main strength of Crane currently falls on the other, with Crab and Lion still unallied. On paper, we have the advantage, especially if we can get all the Clans working together. But our strength is far too diffuse. We have the hand but cannot as yet make a fist.

This is where I sorely wish Akechi with us once again. I am not a war leader, that isn't where my strength lies. And the child more than ever grows restless, as quarters begin to get a little cramped. I spend quite a bit of time wandering the deck. Me being in motion seems to soothe the child within me.

One of these walks this afternoon, I saw the oddest thing. Reiko has taken to teasing the Thrykeen, waiting until they fall asleep and then crouching by them and staring at them until they wake up. It seems to be her goal to make sure none of them sleep at any time she's awake. But what she was doing now was different.

She was surrounded, as usual, by the three or four mantids that were awake, in their human forms. They moved restlessly, wanting to get closer to her but prevented by their orders from doing so.

And the kitsune was dancing among them.

She would dance forward a few steps, and the mantid would back away. Dance back, and it would come forward. She turned this back and forth into a silent dance that spoke eloquently of hatred and fear, her partners the mantids who, not understanding what she was doing, were connected to her as with invisible threads. She pressed them into each other, surrounding them even as they were surrounding her.

It is easy to forget how dangerous she is, our confused little shaman. Though not so confused, these days, it seems. I'm almost used to her spirits now. On occasion, I fancy I can see them myself, though I know it's only heat-shimmer and wishful thinking. Funitsu, I think, is still of the opinion that Reiko has merely seen things none were meant to and is mad as a result. While that may be true, I no longer doubt the existence of her spirits.

For some reason, I can't get the image of the kitsune dancing to music only she heard among her blood enemies out of my mind. Perhaps she is mad, at that.

This evening, we had someone request permission to come aboard--a tall man with blond hair, unusual in the Kingdom. I find myself being suspicious that every person we meet who is more than usually attractive is something other than what they seem. In this case, I was right. He brought a message to Funitsu, which the Scorpion read and sighed. "Kakita Reina is dead. Arenro blamed her Akechi's orb going missing, and he tortured her to death. We have to assume that he knows we have it, now." I was shaken--I liked the gawky Crane girl, and she had information that would have come in handy.

For some reason, I feel as if we should have protected her but failed. I'm not sure why I feel this way--she was under the protection of Lord Tsuneyasu, not us--but she died because of us.

No matter.

The blond man asked to see Tadaki, and introduced himself to him as Jeron, a Thrykeen who had come with five hundred mantid eggs for Tadaki, a gift from my father. Tadaki can give the order for them to hatch, and three days later we will have five hundred perfectly loyal warriors. He told Tadaki that he was a commander assigned to Tadaki's crystal, and owed his loyalty to the Sparrow.

He then reached into a bag that he'd carried on board the ship. "I found this, and rather than killing it, I thought I would bring it to you." He pulled out a fox, red fur glowing in the setting sun. A fox with two tails. Another kitsune.

"It's bound and therefore helpless. It's a male. Very rare. Almost a curiosity, if one were interested in these things." The kitsune, held by the scruff of the neck, glared balefully at Jeron and then at the rest of us. "What would you like me to do with it? One word, and I will kill it for you." Beside me, Reiko uttered a whimpering cry.

"I'll give it as a gift to our other kitsune." Tadaki reached out and took the fox by both its tails. He brought it over to Reiko and said, "Here. Present for you." He dropped it at her feet and went back to talk to the Thrykeen.

"Do you have any standing orders for us? Anything I need to know about?"

"You're to stay at least seven feet from the kitsune at all times, and protect her when it becomes necessary. However, a clarification of that is in order. You can stay farther than seven feet from her. Hanging around her is beginning to make her very, very nervous."

The Thrykeen bowed. "As you command. I will endeavor to keep those in my command away from her."

Reiko was kneeling beside the male kitsune. "He's bound, like I was. He can't change and he can't feed. Unless we have a shujenja with a concentration in Water that I don't know about, I'm going to need to do this the hard way. It'll take me a few days." The fox was nuzzling her fingertips, and automatically she started scratching it behind the ears.

Before I retired tonight, I saw two foxes--one small and coal black, the other a bit larger and fire red--chasing each other around the deck. Playing together. I am hoping this bodes well, but one kitsune was probably too many. Two may prove a strain on my retinue's good nature.

We'll see, though.

7/10/1583 At sea, late morning

Was woken early this morning by Reiko, who had been on watch with Tadaki. From what she said, they had both heard a pop of some sort in the crow's nest. When Reiko climbed up to take a look, she found a decrepit old orange cat sitting up there. She surmised that it wasn't what it appeared, but picked it up and carried it down to the deck anyway. Panda confirmed that it was a hengeyokai, frowning, saying that it seemed very odd that tiny Reiko was carrying an old man who, even stooped, was taller than she was.

The cat changed into an old man, who asked to see the librarian. Evidently, the old man (whose name is Winter) is an old friend of his, and one of the only people to ever live long enough to retire from the Black Hand. Winter asked where we were going, and we said we were heading towards Miyako, the Dragon Clan seat. He shrugged and said, "Well, you could try, but you might have some trouble sailing down there. The sea's starting to freeze over."

General muttering ensued. It turned out that the leader of the Dragon clan, one Lord Takuma, had learned how to read the Vedic scrolls that belonged to Haku's village, without learning the wisdom of what to read when. He'd changed summer to the depths of winter for a thirty-mile radius, accidentally. Haku muttered, "And I'll bet he has no idea how to fix it, either." He seemed to be more disgusted than angry at the wayward Lord, but I could tell, knowing Haku, that somewhere in his mind Tanaka was already dead. The fact that he was still breathing was merely an unfortunate condition to be corrected as soon as possible.

From the story that Akechi told me about where he came from, Haku does indeed have a legitimate feud with Tanaka, since he (without any provocation as far as anyone could tell) rode into his home village with samurai and wu jen and slaughtered them all, down to the last child, except Haku. And Haku was badly wounded; Panda found him and patched him up, taking him into Akechi's service when he was well enough to travel.

The last anyone knew, Lord Tanaka was near Baiden Mountain, somewhere close to the pass. Funitsu used his orb to scry on him, and made a surprised noise when he saw the scene in the orb.

Tanaka was standing in chains, something dark and monstrous standing over him. He was before a pool of steaming water, evidently inside of Baiden, and he was reading from Haku's scroll. Every time he would falter, the thing standing behind him would prod him.

"What is that thing?" Funitsu asked.

Panda looked into the orb, her brow dark. "It's an oni. A sort of demon. Nasty things."

Well, we were going there anyway, and so we made plans to stop a bit north of where the ice began and fly to Baiden--one person riding Gryphon, the rest of us in the mirror. Tadaki elected to hatch eleven of the mantid eggs, so we'd have a nice even twenty if she came back without losing any of the Thrykeen. I suspect that this isn't going to be the case, though.

Winter's bright eyes focused on Funitsu. He bowed and greeted him with, "Lord Soshi. It is good to finally meet you. I must tender my congratulations on the marriage of your sister."

I'm not certain if I've ever seen anyone look so stunned. But he swiftly recovered and said, "My sister? you must be mistaken. My sister has been missing for a number of years now. We've all assumed she was dead. Also, I am not Lord Soshi. Unless you have news of my brother that I don't yet know...?"

Winter shrugged. "No, no, no news. Merely...being polite. But your sister has been hiding in plain sight for years. She changed her name and went into the Hand. You may recognize the name she took. It's Minaku."

The Scorpion sputtered. "Minaku? But--"

The librarian frowned. "It can't be. Minaku raised me, she'd have to be in her forties now--and your sister is younger than you, isn't she?"

"By several years. They can't be the same person. Perhaps she killed the old Minaku and replaced her." Funitsu was still scowling, lines marring his smooth brow. "Winter, you said that she married. Who's her husband?"

The old man's eyes were still bright as he replied, "Arenro."

Ah, yes, Arenro's revenge for Funitsu's marriage to Tomika. Now the scales are balanced once more, and Arenro and Funitsu are in approximately the same position within each others' clans. Just the news we wanted to hear.

Tomorrow, we'll be in flying range of Baiden, and we'll go see if we can get Haku's scroll back.

7/11/1583 At sea

We're flying to Baiden sometime within the next hour. I have to say that the mirror's really the only way to travel. The beds are comfortable, the food is good, and the only downside is that you never know what's going on outside.

Tadaki was the one riding Gryphon when we reached Baiden. We heard his voice echoing into the entrance hall. "You'd all better come out and look at this." We came out into the scene of a battle, apparently between Oni and human warriors. The humans had triumphed, it appeared--there were oni tracks and black blood leading away from the battle--but nobody was there now. The steam vent that the humans had been guarding lay wide open.

I shivered. The air was very cold, and there was a thick layer of snow on the ground. Panda, after looking down at the tracks in the snow, raised her head. "What's that?" She pointed into the steam vent, where all of us could now see some shadowy shapes approaching. Too large for humans. I slipped back into the mirror to let my retinue fight.

I realize that it keeps me safe, this hiding, but it does grate so! I should be out there with my retinue, and instead I am hiding in the mirror. But I remembered my faithful Panda's black eyes as she had told me, "If you die, all is lost, my Lady. Please, let us guard you as best we can."

And so I wait in the mirror for the all-clear, and I worry about my retinue, fighting a battle just on the other side of the mirror hanging in the entrance hall.

The rest is put together from tales my people told when we were traveling back, since I was unable to witness it myself.

We found out that the oni can spit chunks of molten copper as a weapon. That was a painful lesson for several of us. Reiko, as usual, hid behind a boulder, and the rest of us charged in and smote oni. We triumphed, relatively easily, and we captured one that told us there were two different ways to get to where they were holding Tanaka. We thanked it and then gave it the gift of a dagger in the heart.

Reiko picked up Winter, who was in cat form and looking cranky about being in the snow, and dropped him into a sling she'd fashioned from a piece of silk she'd found in the mirror somewhere. The orange cat blinked and promptly went to sleep.

Into the steam vent we went, taking the top of the two routes, twisting and turning our way into a large cavern, the walls made of basalt. Reiko volunteered to be a scout, saying she had a spell that would keep the enemy from seeing her. The spell, oddly enough, worked, and she came back and reported that there were fifteen oni and one nearly-dead Tanaka who was still reading from the scroll.

Panda frowned. "The orb says there's a fragment of the night spirit in there somewhere. Can anyone turn me invisible so I can go look?" Reiko assented, and Panda went and found a small woman who was invisible and watching the proceedings.

We came back together, retreated a bit, and then in whispers made a plan. It was very simple, as all the best plans are. Panda would try and get a dose of the true source down the invisible woman's throat, and we'd send in the Thrykeen ahead of us and then just kill oni. And, oddly enough, it worked.

Panda managed to get some of the true source into the unsuspecting woman, freeing the fragment of spirit from her body and trapping it in the orb Panda carries. The woman collapsed, as if she were a puppet with her strings cut. The rest fought most bravely, both human and oni blood flowing freely. The librarian, who for some reason had decided to get into direct combat with an oni, was most gravely wounded, falling dead on the basalt floor. As Tomika was dosing him with one of her resurrection tablets, Reiko (still under that spell that renders her invisible to our enemies but visible to us) wandered up to Tanaka, who was still reading, summoning something far worse than the oni we were fighting from the steaming pool.

Winter, at this point, woke and jumped down from her sling, wandering away through the battle. Evidently he anticipated what the kitsune was about to do.

The kitsune reached upwards and snatched the scroll out of Tanaka's shaking hands. She flashed the startled Dragon a grin and then began running absolutely flat-out towards the entrance we'd come in from. Gryphon saw her running and ran after her, snatching her up and taking to the air as all of the remaining oni turned and began to run after her.

Haku and Panda glanced at each other. One of those quick unspoken conferences that my two warriors have on occasion occurred, and it was quickly and silently decided that since we now had the scroll, it was time to retreat. Panda grabbed the woman who she'd given the true source to by the scruff of the neck and dragged her out behind her, and the rest of my retinue beat a hasty retreat out into the snow.

Reiko said, "Haku, catch!" and tossed the scroll at him. He caught it, looking gratified. Reiko and Funitsu busied themselves with binding wounds and giving what healing they had left.

We questioned the woman we'd given the true source to, and it turned out that her name was Hitomi, and she was a Crane Clan member. We couldn't decided what we wanted to do with her--kill her, let her go, or ransom her back to her clan. The latter is probably the better of the three options, but it does give her right back into Arenro's clutches.

We were about to depart when the one person we were missing--Winter--came limping out of the tunnel, dragging three oni heads and one extremely bedraggled Lord Tanaka with him. The kitsune said, "Hey, it's the kitty!"

"'Ey. Thought you might want this one. He's not looking so healthy, but you know." And before my retinue's amazed eyes, he changed back into his cat shape and went over to Reiko, who silently picked him up and put him back into the sling she wore.

(Gryphon, at this point, started pouting at Reiko, and saying, "But I thought I was Kittycat!" She hastened to reassure him and scratch his ruff, rubbing her nose against his feathers. He forgave her. I think.)

We climbed into the mirror once more and Gryphon (accommodating sort that he is) flew us back to Miyako, the Dragon Clan headquarters.

We walked through the town, the barely-conscious Lord Tanaka in chains among us. We were getting some very odd looks of the sort that usually presage a general riot, so Haku hastily found a place to speak from and read from the scroll--something called the Clause of Ascension. And then he killed Lord Tanaka with a dagger in the back of the neck.

There was not a sound other than the thud as Tanaka's body hit the ground. Haku cleared his throat and said, "All right. Any questions?" None were forthcoming. The second in command in the Clan seemed to be a man named Tohiro, and Haku hastened to find him.

The news of the clan was not good at all.

The Dragons have been fighting many battles in the past few months, almost all of them suicide missions of one sort or another. Tanaka, near as anyone could tell, was intent on running the clan into the ground. At the moment, the only sortie that was going on was a General Isamu who was leading a bunch of Dragons into Lion territory. Haku did what he could, including sending a message off to Storming Bear, asking if the Unicorns would consider a mutual defense alliance with the Dragons. We await their response.

Haku also put the weather right, which I almost objected to but thought better of it. It's difficult, being so pregnant in the swelter of the summer, but I persevere. The growing season has been interrupted, and that will cause problems with having enough food to go around this winter. I suggested to Haku that he look into having grain brought in before the neighboring lands discover that Miyaku is in desperate need of it and thus raise their prices.

We'll be here for a few days, I think, to let Haku.

It's odd how things are beginning to fall into place. It may be that each of us (except probably the kitsune, who I cannot imagine leading *anything*) ends up as a leader of our own people.

But if that happens, this war we are fighting may yet consume Japan.

7/12/1583 Miyako

Funitsu came back from a visit to the local Black Hand headquarters--sorry, the local "private library"--with interesting news. He said that the local Hand, when he asked them if they'd been attempting to destabilize the Dragon leadership, fell on their faces and begged from him the opportunity to die honorably. When he asked them why, they said that they had been given orders or kill Tohiro, the Clan's second-in-command, but had seen no reason for it and thus had ignored their orders.

"I had to talk fast to get them to not try to kill themselves for disobeying, and even faster to convince them I wasn't upset at them for disobeying what was really an unlawful order," Funitsu said with a wry smile on his face. "In the end, I managed."

We're planning on settling here for a few days, with our departure tentatively scheduled for the fourteenth. The kitsune says that she's almost done unraveling the bindings on the male kitsune she was given, and Panda wants her to finish the unbinding on dry land, within the heart of the Dragon strength, just in case he proves troublesome.

The Thrykeen, now that their orders have been amended, have stopped being merely ominous towards the kitsune and have started being obnoxious. They come to within seven feet of her, stop, bow, and walk away. All day long. I'm irritated by it, and I'm not the one it's aimed at. Reiko is spending quite a bit of time in the crow's nest or around Winter and Gryphon.

My father's reach is long, it seems. He can annoy the kitsune even half a country away.

7/13/1583 Miyako

Reiko finished unbinding the kitsune today, spent a few minutes talking to him, and then brought him out to introduce him to us as Ito. He's a pretty boy, but there's something I found unnerving about him. Ito has been staying close to Reiko, wary of the Thrykeen and, it seems, not sure of his welcome among us.

I caught Reiko and pulled her off to the side. "What's his story? What do you think?"

She sighed. "He says he was Nobunga's prisoner his entire life, until the old Emperor was killed and he was set free. He's never known freedom, never known free will. I need to teach him a few things about being a kitsune, like how to feed without killing, and I have threatened him within an inch of his life if he harms any of your retinue or you yourself. I'd like to bring him along for a while, if I could. But only with your permission." She looked sidelong at me, evidently gauging my reaction to her request.

I frowned, but I couldn't think of any real objections. "I'm holding you responsible for his behavior, Reiko. If he misbehaves, it's your job to bring him back in line. Is he willing to swear loyalty?"

"Yes, and even better, he's agreed to follow the same rules I do."

"All right. Keep a close eye on him."

"Don't worry. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him." She gave me her most charming smile, and added, "After all, he's a kitsune. Just like me." With that, she wandered away, back towards where the male kitsune was talking with Winter and the librarian.

Taking yet another assassin into our midst, and this one we can't trust. Possibly foolish. No, probably. I think both I and Funitsu should sleep lightly for a while.

Ah, the child is restless tonight once more. The same as his mother, I fear.

Waiting for Haku to finish his business, the rest of us enjoyed a bit of rest today. I was finishing writing a letter when Tomika came and sat on the cushion beside me, settling herself down and glancing over at me. Panda was in earshot but on guard, and Tomika elected to pretend that she wasn't there.

"Lady Yukiko...can I speak to you?"

I nodded. "What do you need?"

She grimaced. "Advice, I think. You seem to be a most unusual woman, and I find myself in an unusual situation."

She seemed to be searching for words, and I prompted her with, "Unusual, how?"

"I....well. You know I was not particularly happy with the necessity of marrying Funitsu, I assume."

"Many of us aren't, when we marry for politics instead of love."

"Over the past few weeks, I've found myself with...fewer objections about my marriage. I find myself admiring my husband, for some reason. Though he is still irritating, he also has a number of qualities that I might have overlooked at first. And he does not seem to be a typical Scorpion, in many ways."

"That's good news, then. I know I've found much happiness in my own marriage. So why does this occasion the need to talk to me?" I was genuinely curious now. The pretty, auburn-haired woman was obviously troubled, and perhaps it was this that had caused her irritableness over the past week or so.

She was twisting one of the dangling ties of her kimono in her hands, absently. "This is somewhat embarrassing. Do I have your word that this conversation will remain private?"

"You have my word, and the samurai's honor. Is that sufficient?"

"I suppose it'll have to be." She kept twisting the silk, back and forth. "My Lady...am I so very ugly?"

I looked at her, shocked. "Tomika, no. You're not, at all. Why do you need to ask?"

She looked down, her voice dropping almost to a whisper. "Funitsu...has not touched me. Ever. He has the rights of the marriage bed and yet he has never exercised them. I don't understand why not. At first I was relieved about it and didn't question why. And now, when I wish he would, he does not. The only explanation I can think of is that he finds me repulsive."

Of all the things I had thought the Crane would bring to me, this was certainly not among them. I thought carefully through my reply before I gave it to her. "Tomika, you were raised in the house of your father, were you not? What were you taught about how a husband and a wife act towards each other?"

"They raised me to behave with honor and bring no shame upon my house. My father was the one who insisted I be trained as a wu jen, as almost all of the children of my Clan are. My mother thought my time would be better spent learning more...womanly arts. Dance, the tea ceremony, things like that. But either way, I was raised to be an obedient daughter. Even the smallest rebellion was punished--I still remember the beating I got when I slipped off one afternoon to read some poetry that I wanted to study rather than my spellbooks."

I sighed. Such potential, such fire, wasted in the cause of "obedience". We are, all of us, our fathers' daughters. "And so you were probably taught that a proper wife makes no demands on her husband, that she is silent unless spoken to. Not in so many words, of course, but that is what we are taught. The problem, Tomika, is that I have known Funitsu for years now, and one of the basic facts of his character is that he respects woman. Well, people in general, women in particular. Very un-Scorpion like, really. He knew that you weren't happy with having to marry him, and elected not to force himself on you. It isn't that he finds you unattractive. It's that he thinks you don't want him."

I could see Tomika turning this over in her mind, tasting it. Her hands stilled as she considered my words. "So...how would I go about changing this? I've always been the pursued. I've never had to...say..." She blushed. Tomika, blushing! Surely, the end is nigh.

I tried to keep the laughter out of my voice and mostly succeeded. "You can say volumes without any words. You've watched the kitsune at work, haven't you? You've seen how she touches people, straightening their clothing or smoothing their hair. She flirts like she breathes. The same thing might work on Funitsu. Though, at this point, you may have to give him a stronger sign than that."

"How much stronger?"

I gave her a mischievous smile. "Going into his cabin after he's retired and dropping your robe to the floor might be strong enough."

She gasped, on hand covering her mouth. "I couldn't! It wouldn't be proper, not at all. Do you mean you've--"

"Akechi, though I love him dearly, is occasionally difficult to distract from his work. I had to resort to that exact tactic a few times when I was feeling a trifle neglected. He was never unappreciative, let me tell you."

She was still blushing, flipping her fan back and forth. "I don't know if I could--perhaps I'll try the other, first. Though I am not certain I like the idea of imitating the kitsune. She's so..." She trailed off, perhaps realizing that comment was not appropriate for my ears.

I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Tomika?

"Common." Her eyes met mine, challenging.

I snapped my fan shut. Between the heat of the day and being physically uncomfortable in general, I fear I lost my temper. "Tomika. I recommend, that if you're going to stay with us, that you amend your attitude. First, even those of my retinue who look common evidently aren't, as Haku has demonstrated to us today. Second, the kitsune is one of my chosen retainers, and she is one of Akechi's ancestors. Calling her common is walking very close to the edge of heresy. And third, the act isn't necessary. Not here, not among us. It doesn't impress anyone, and only serves to irritate."

Her mouth was open as she stared at me. Finally she asked, in a small voice, "Act? What act?"

"The 'noble lady' act. You're a wu jen, powerful in your own right, the wife of the Soshi scion. Power doesn't simper, or complain about wanting comforts that aren't available." I sighed. "I'm sorry, Tomika. It's the heat, it makes me irritable."

Her eyes were cast down at the floor as she sat. "You have given me much to think about, Lady. If I may, I think a walk would do me good."

I opened my fan again and waved it at her. "Go, Tomika. And remember what I said about the robe, if flirtation doesn't work." She blushed again and fled.

Such a pretty puzzle, this Crane Funitsu has married. We'll see if she takes my advice to heart.

Tomorrow, we sail for Tokyo.

Quotes: "Why would a librarian need a spying orb?" "To make sure nobody's dog-earing the pages!"

"The problem with Tokyo is--" "all the goddamned Godzillas!" (Laura interrupts Reiko with an OOC remark)

"You know you're old if your wrinkles are old." (Ray)

"He's definitely a prisoner, then?" "Yes." "I feel all warm and fuzzy." (Haku and Storm)

"Ah, the Dread Pirate Minaku!" (Laura)

"Kitsune are notorious for their...breadth of sexual appetites." "Gee, Kris, roleplaying this character must be *so* difficult for you." (Kris and Laura, who got tickled for her pains.)

"Demons are people, too." "No. They're not." (Haku and Funitsu.)

"That was the chilly finger of prostate examination." (Laura, referring to one of Tadaki's spells, which did four points of damage and brought down an oni)

"All right. Any questions?" (Haku, after killing Lord Tanaka in front of the Dragon clan)

(play date: 7/18/2004)