Post by Shiba Kaigen on Mar 9, 2014 10:30:17 GMT
Somewhere in the Northeast of the Crab Lands.
Shiba Kaigen did his level best to recall the breathing exercises his friend Isawa Kodo had tried to teach him during that particularly frustrating winter in Pale Oak Castle.
Nope. Still furious.
"Let me see if I understand you correctly, Mirumoto-san."
He always found it best to be on familiar terms with people who enraged him.
"You are telling me that thanks to your inability to read a map, we are now three days' march out of position."
The young Dragon samurai swallowed nervously. She looked about twelve years old to Kaigen.
"Correct, Shiba-gunso."
"Three days' march we must now cover in two days in order to arrive on time."
"Hai."
Be nice. She's new. Fresh out of gempukku. Didn't ask for this assignment. Wanted to be a painter.
Mirumoto Akemi did her best not to run and hide as the Phoenix gunso turned steadily more purple. The way the veins in his neck stood out made him look downright insane.
When he finally spoke, however, his voice was downright cheery. Pleasant, even.
"Then we had better get moving, Mirumoto-san."
There. How nice.
He turned and vented his rage into the bellowed command he issued to his guntai.
"PACK IT UP, BOYS! WE MOVE! NO REST TONIGHT!"
As Kaigen and his company lurched off down the road, footsore and irritable, he reflected that incompetents invariably created problems for everyone around them.
Thank you, Akodo-sama, for providing me with this opportunity to train new Legionnaires in my guntai. Truly, I am fortunate to be able to see the potential commanders of the future confuse rivers with roads.
The worst of it was, Akemi was probably the best of the lot. She'd at least come directly to him when she'd realized her error.
Another glorious day in the First Imperial Legion. Every meal is a banquet. Every march a parade. Every billet a castle.
Of course, it was better than being at court.
Shiba Kaigen did his level best to recall the breathing exercises his friend Isawa Kodo had tried to teach him during that particularly frustrating winter in Pale Oak Castle.
Nope. Still furious.
"Let me see if I understand you correctly, Mirumoto-san."
He always found it best to be on familiar terms with people who enraged him.
"You are telling me that thanks to your inability to read a map, we are now three days' march out of position."
The young Dragon samurai swallowed nervously. She looked about twelve years old to Kaigen.
"Correct, Shiba-gunso."
"Three days' march we must now cover in two days in order to arrive on time."
"Hai."
Be nice. She's new. Fresh out of gempukku. Didn't ask for this assignment. Wanted to be a painter.
Mirumoto Akemi did her best not to run and hide as the Phoenix gunso turned steadily more purple. The way the veins in his neck stood out made him look downright insane.
When he finally spoke, however, his voice was downright cheery. Pleasant, even.
"Then we had better get moving, Mirumoto-san."
There. How nice.
He turned and vented his rage into the bellowed command he issued to his guntai.
"PACK IT UP, BOYS! WE MOVE! NO REST TONIGHT!"
As Kaigen and his company lurched off down the road, footsore and irritable, he reflected that incompetents invariably created problems for everyone around them.
Thank you, Akodo-sama, for providing me with this opportunity to train new Legionnaires in my guntai. Truly, I am fortunate to be able to see the potential commanders of the future confuse rivers with roads.
The worst of it was, Akemi was probably the best of the lot. She'd at least come directly to him when she'd realized her error.
Another glorious day in the First Imperial Legion. Every meal is a banquet. Every march a parade. Every billet a castle.
Of course, it was better than being at court.