The land of Ayato was well-known for being warm and sunny through much of the year. One such county, the "nations" within the Blade Nation, was in stark contrast to this. Nestled upon towering mountains, Floro County was home to year-round ice and chilly weather. Pegasi were common enough in these regions, as were the various travelers and natives of Floro...
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"Nnnngh~... guh~..."
The snow was falling far slower than usual, a tent-like covering positioned up and beside one of the rocky paths marked by age-old stone markers. A fire within the put was venting its smoke out a circular hole above, two men sitting on bedrolls. Their packs had been laid out beside them, the opening to the circular area allowing them visage of the road as the sun was low. The oldest of the two appeared in his late twenties or early thirties, his brown and red gi worn underneath samurai-like armor. His katana was sheathed beside him, his helmet removed to let his black hair hang to his shoulders. His blue eyes fixed on his the other man after a few moments, holding a hand out toward the fire between them.
"Stop making noises... I'm trying to nap while we can. My lord will require that we both be rested..."
The smaller of the two men looked up, his own gi and clothes matching the other one. Unlike him, however, he only had plate boots. Leather vambraces covered his forearms over the gi, a leather chestpiece covering him as she shook.
"Sh-shut up... b-b-brother!"
Getting up, the younger of the two men took his own katana and quickly rushed outside. It was almost morning, the cold air nipping at him as he stepped a few paces to the road with his sheathed blade in hand, but he had barely slept.
"S-Stupid... nnngh~... fucking K-Kenta... we're not all used to this weather... n-not like I serve his lord... I should have stayed in Otuni..."
Quietly moving to one of the road posts, he'd sit down and against the stone with a sigh. He'd rest his head back against the stone, his shorter hair ragged but far more tame unlike his brother's hair. While his brother had the body of a soldier, the twenty-three year-old Hibiki was more slim and not remotely used to this life. They had come from a minor house of nobles in Otuni, born the first and second sons of their father. Were they born from his wife, rather than from one of his lovers, they would have been living a life of splendor. Instead, they had been given the old "three ways" speech. They could learn the way of the sword and be honorable to tradition, the way of speech to argue and barter for the house, or the way of love-making to dominate their family's foes through peaceful means. While he had wished to have been raised on the last, as most men would, he had foolishly agreed to carry the sword. And for the last nearly ten years, he'd spent his life preparing to take up such an honor. So with a bulge in his pants, he had little experience to even handle it in such a cold and different place from their home-county.
"This is the last time... H-Hinata listens to Kenta... I-I swear on that... may the Gods strike me... if I dare do so again. J-Just one woman... w-would be all I request before having this terrible way of life..."
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"Nnnngh~... guh~..."
The snow was falling far slower than usual, a tent-like covering positioned up and beside one of the rocky paths marked by age-old stone markers. A fire within the put was venting its smoke out a circular hole above, two men sitting on bedrolls. Their packs had been laid out beside them, the opening to the circular area allowing them visage of the road as the sun was low. The oldest of the two appeared in his late twenties or early thirties, his brown and red gi worn underneath samurai-like armor. His katana was sheathed beside him, his helmet removed to let his black hair hang to his shoulders. His blue eyes fixed on his the other man after a few moments, holding a hand out toward the fire between them.
"Stop making noises... I'm trying to nap while we can. My lord will require that we both be rested..."
The smaller of the two men looked up, his own gi and clothes matching the other one. Unlike him, however, he only had plate boots. Leather vambraces covered his forearms over the gi, a leather chestpiece covering him as she shook.
"Sh-shut up... b-b-brother!"
Getting up, the younger of the two men took his own katana and quickly rushed outside. It was almost morning, the cold air nipping at him as he stepped a few paces to the road with his sheathed blade in hand, but he had barely slept.
"S-Stupid... nnngh~... fucking K-Kenta... we're not all used to this weather... n-not like I serve his lord... I should have stayed in Otuni..."
Quietly moving to one of the road posts, he'd sit down and against the stone with a sigh. He'd rest his head back against the stone, his shorter hair ragged but far more tame unlike his brother's hair. While his brother had the body of a soldier, the twenty-three year-old Hibiki was more slim and not remotely used to this life. They had come from a minor house of nobles in Otuni, born the first and second sons of their father. Were they born from his wife, rather than from one of his lovers, they would have been living a life of splendor. Instead, they had been given the old "three ways" speech. They could learn the way of the sword and be honorable to tradition, the way of speech to argue and barter for the house, or the way of love-making to dominate their family's foes through peaceful means. While he had wished to have been raised on the last, as most men would, he had foolishly agreed to carry the sword. And for the last nearly ten years, he'd spent his life preparing to take up such an honor. So with a bulge in his pants, he had little experience to even handle it in such a cold and different place from their home-county.
"This is the last time... H-Hinata listens to Kenta... I-I swear on that... may the Gods strike me... if I dare do so again. J-Just one woman... w-would be all I request before having this terrible way of life..."
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