Chapter 1: Paths Converge
"Kamanosuke" - Speech
'Saizo' - Thought
"{Dragons Fang}" - Attack / Abilities
"Halt!" - Loudspeaker / Orders / Something Loud
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Disclaimer:
I don't own Brave 10, or any of their characters. This is fanfiction.
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8:30pm - April, 12th, 1585
Ueda Castle, Village Outskirts
In the heart of feudal Japan, where the clash of swords echoed through the valleys and the cries of war pierced the night sky, stood a village shrouded in mystery. This was Ueda Castle, a realm ruled by the enigmatic Lord Sanada Yukimura, whose influence extended far beyond the walls of his stronghold.
Saizo Kirigakure, a seasoned warrior and member of Sanada's Brave, moved with purpose along the familiar paths that led to Ueda Castle. His strides were deliberate, betraying none of the inner turmoil that simmered beneath his calm exterior. For Saizo was a man forged in the crucible of conflict, his past a tapestry woven with threads of shadow and steel.
As he approached the castle gates, Saizo's senses remained keen, attuned to any hint of danger that lurked in the shadows. But the air was still, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. There was a sense of tranquility that belied the tumultuous times in which they lived, a fragile peace that Saizo knew could be shattered in an instant.
With a nod to the guards stationed at the gates, Saizo passed through the threshold of Ueda Castle, where the flickering torches cast dancing shadows upon the stone walls. Here, amidst the familiar surroundings of his comrades and fellow Braves, Saizo felt a sense of calm that transcended words.
Yet, even as he exchanged greetings with his fellow warriors, Saizo's thoughts drifted to the one member of their band who remained an enigma wrapped in mystery: Yuri Kamanosuke. A formidable fighter and steadfast ally, Kamanosuke's presence never failed to intrigue Saizo, stirring a curiosity that he could not quite define.
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8:42pm - April, 12th, 1585
Ueda Castle, West Wing Barracks, Saizo's Bedroom
As the night drifted with the sun dipped far below the horizon, Saizo found himself in the tranquility of his personal room. Here, away from the hustle and bustle of the main castle grounds, he sought solace in the quietude of his own thoughts.
Saizo's room, though sparsely furnished, exuded a sense of familiarity that was both comforting and grounding. Its walls, painted in muted hues of gray, bore the faint marks of wear and tear. The floors were made of sturdy oak planks, polished to a soft sheen, while the ceiling loomed overhead, its wooden beams weathered with age.
Seated at a small wooden table, Saizo methodically sharpened his blade with practiced precision. Each stroke of the whetstone against steel echoed through the room, a rhythmic cadence that mirrored the steady beat of his heart.
Lost in the repetitive motion, Saizo allowed his mind to wander, reflecting on the events of the day and the challenges that lay ahead. Though the path forward was fraught with uncertainty, he remained steadfast in his resolve, determined to face whatever fate had in store.
As night continued to descend upon Ueda Castle, casting its shadow over the land, Saizo emerged from the confines of his room and made his way through the dimly lit corridors. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows upon the walls, lending an air of mystery to the ancient fortress.
In the dim moonlight, Saizo found himself in the stillness of the training grounds. The day's activities had drawn to a close, leaving only a handful of dedicated warriors to hone their skills under the watchful eye of their instructors. Their movements were precise, almost rhythmic, as they practiced their forms in the waning light.
Saizo observed them from a distance, his gaze sweeping over the familiar faces of his comrades. Each member of their band possessed their own unique skills and strengths, all with their own reasons for being here. Yet, despite their differences, they were bound together by a shared commitment to their cause.
Saizo's gaze swept across the scene, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of life within the castle walls amidst the relative quiet of the night.
As Saizo observed the training grounds, the rhythmic clashing of blades filled the air, each strike a testament to the dedication and skill of the warriors who honed their craft here. Lost in the cadence of battle, he was momentarily unaware of the approach of an infantryman, his footsteps muffled by the din of combat.
"Saizo-sama," the soldier stated, his voice with urgency as he came to a halt before Saizo. "Forgive the interruption, but Lord Sanada requests your presence in the main hall. There is an urgent meeting taking place."
Upon hearing this news Saizo made his way towards the central keep, his footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestone path. The castle loomed ahead, its towering walls a silent sentinel against the dangerous darkness.
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9:30pm - April, 12th, 1585
Ueda Castle, North Wing, Main Castle Palace Structure, War Room
As Saizo Kirigakure entered the hall, his eyes swept across the room, taking note of the familiar faces of the other Braves gathered in the room, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. Sasuke Sarutobi, arms crossed and focused, stood beside the strategic map, his demeanor radiating confidence. Nearby, Kamanosuke Yuri leaned casually against the wall, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he exchanged a knowing glance with Anastasia.
On the opposite side of the room, Kakei Juubei stood with a stoic expression, his presence a silent but commanding presence amidst the assembled Braves. His observant eyes took in the scene with keen attention, a testament to his strategic prowess.
Absent from the gathering was Miyoshi Seikai, who was currently away on a routine physical training mission with a small group of infantry. However, the presence of several infantrymen stationed around the room served as a reminder of their ongoing commitment to the group's protection, their vigilant watch ensuring the safety of those within.
Rokuro Unno stood at Yukimura's side, his presence a silent reassurance amidst the tension that hung in the air. And nearby, Isanami watched with wide eyes, her expression a mixture of apprehension and resolve.
Sanada reclined on his cushion, regarding the others with a faint smile.
Sanada's expression shifted slightly, his demeanor growing more serious as he addressed the gathered Braves. "There have been reports of movement from the Ishikawa Clan," he explained, his voice carrying across the room. "They are believed to be allied with the Tokugawa Clan, though the extent of their involvement remains uncertain."
"There is no immediate danger," Sanada continued, his tone measured. "But given recent developments, we cannot afford to be complacent. I want a team to investigate, gather intelligence, and verify the situation. Sasuke, I'm putting you in charge of this mission. Choose your team wisely."
Sasuke's eyes gleamed with determination as he accepted the mission, a silent vow to prove himself worthy of Sanada's trust burning within him. "I will not disappoint you, my lord," he declared, his voice firm and resolute.
Turning to the assembled Braves, Sasuke wasted no time in outlining his plan. "I will assemble a scouting force from the ninjas within our retinue," he announced, his gaze sweeping over his comrades. "Their expertise in stealth and reconnaissance will be invaluable in this mission."
Saizo nodded in approval, offering a few words of advice born from years of experience. Sasuke listened begrudgingly, his pride momentarily overshadowed by the weight of Saizo's wisdom.
Saizo's words were measured, each one carrying the weight of countless battles fought and won. "Remember, stealth is your greatest ally," he began, his voice steady and authoritative. "Move swiftly, but silently. Keep to the shadows, and trust in your instincts. And above all else, stay vigilant. The enemy may be cunning, but with the right approach, you can outmaneuver them."
Sasuke listened intently, his pride momentarily giving way to a begrudging respect for Saizo's experience. Though he bristled at the notion of taking advice from another, especially one as taciturn as Saizo, he could not deny the wisdom in his words. With a nod of acknowledgment he then turned his attention back to the rest of the group.
Meanwhile, Kamanosuke's eyes lit up with anticipation, a predatory gleam in his gaze. "Will we be seeing some bloodshed soon?" he inquired eagerly, his voice tinged with excitement.
Sanada's response was measured, his expression betraying none of the tension that simmered beneath the surface. "It is possible," he acknowledged, his tone calm yet firm. "But let us hope it does not come to that. Our primary objective is to gather information and assess the situation. Violence should be a last resort."
Kamanosuke's disappointment was palpable, his shoulders slumping slightly as he visibly pouted at the prospect of a missed opportunity for battle. The thrill of combat, the rush of adrenaline—it was what he lived for, what drove him forward in the face of adversity. But for now, it seemed he would have to curb his enthusiasm and bide his time.
On the other hand, Isanami's demeanor brightened noticeably, a sense of relief washing over her at the reassurance that her friends would not be immediately thrust into harm's way. Though she understood the necessity of their mission, the thought of them returning safely brought her a sense of comfort that she could not quite put into words.
Anastasia, ever observant and perceptive, chose that moment to speak up, her voice cutting through the quiet tension that hung in the air. "We must tread carefully," she remarked, her tone measured yet firm. "The Ishikawa Clan's alliance with the Tokugawa Clan could have far-reaching implications for us all. We cannot afford to underestimate the gravity of the situation."
Kakei nodded in agreement with Anastasia's assessment, his expression grave as he considered the potential ramifications of the Ishikawa Clan's allegiance. "Indeed," he concurred, his tone somber yet resolute. "We must proceed with the utmost caution. We cannot afford to underestimate the gravity of the situation."
Turning his attention to Sanada, Kakei's curiosity piqued as he inquired about the source of the information. "And how did you come by this intelligence, my lord?" he asked, his tone polite yet inquisitive. "Was it from our own scouts, or did you receive word from an external source?"
Sanada's lips curved into a faint smile at Kakei's question, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I received a message from an Aizu Clan courier," he explained, his voice tinged with wry amusement. "It seems they are eager to curry favor with the Sanada Clan, no doubt hoping to strengthen their own position in the process."
As Sanada finished his explanation, Kamanosuke's boredom became evident. With an exaggerated sigh, he pushed himself off the wall, his posture slack as he made his way toward the exit. "This meeting is dragging on," he muttered loud enough for all to hear, his tone laced with blatant disinterest.
Kakei's brows furrowed slightly at Kamanosuke's display, a faint frown marring his features at the perceived disrespect toward Sanada. "Kamanosuke, show some respect," he admonished, his voice carrying a note of reproach. "This is an important discussion."
Sanada, however, waved off Kakei's concern with a dismissive gesture, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Let him go, Kakei," he interjected, his tone calm yet authoritative. "Kamanosuke has always been... impulsive. There's no need to get so worked up over it."
With a final roll of his eyes, Kamanosuke exited the room, his departure punctuated by the soft click of the door closing behind him. The remaining Braves exchanged knowing glances, a collective sigh of relief escaping them as the tension that had simmered in Kamanosuke's presence dissipated.
Sasuke, ever dutiful, stepped forward, his expression earnest as he addressed Sanada. "My lord, if you'll excuse me," he began, his tone respectful. "I must make preparations for tomorrow's scouting mission. With your permission, I'll take my leave."
Sanada nodded in acknowledgment, a faint smile touching his lips. "Of course, Sasuke," he replied, his tone warm yet decisive. "Go and prepare. We're counting on you."
With a formal bow, Sasuke took his leave, his departure marking the end of the meeting. The remaining Braves exchanged farewells before preparing to disperse, each tasked with their own preparations for the challenges that lay ahead.
With a final nod from Yukimura, the Braves dispersed, each tasked with their own preparations for the coming conflict. Saizo lingered for a moment, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of their situation. But soon, he too departed, his mind focused on the challenges that lay ahead.
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10:05pm - April, 12th, 1585
Ueda Castle, West Wing Castle Grounds, Near Barrack Buildings
As Saizo made his way through the corridors of Ueda Castle, his path intersected with that of Kamanosuke. The encounter was brief but fateful, as Kamanosuke, lost in thought, collided with Saizo with enough force to send him stumbling backward.
Saizo managed to maintain his balance, but Kamanosuke was less fortunate, his momentum carrying him to the ground with an undignified thud. With a muttered curse, Kamanosuke pushed himself upright, his expression darkening with irritation.
"Watch where you're going, Saizo," he snapped, his tone laced with resentment. "You just knocked me over!"
Saizo's brow furrowed in exasperation as he regarded Kamanosuke with a cool detachment. "Perhaps if you were more mindful of your surroundings, accidents like this could be avoided," he replied evenly.
As Saizo and Kamanosuke stood locked in their tense confrontation, the atmosphere around them grew palpably charged with hostility. Saizo, ever the composed warrior, maintained his calm demeanor, his eyes fixed firmly on Kamanosuke's face.
"Kamanosuke, there is no need for this," Saizo stated firmly, his voice carrying a note of authority. "We have better things to do. Don't waste my energy on fruitless quarrels."
Kamanosuke, however, was not so happy to hear this. His fists clenched at his sides, he glared at Saizo with undisguised animosity. "You think you're better than me, don't you?" he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Always the favored one, the one everyone looks to for guidance. Well, I'll show you. I'll prove that I'm just as capable, if not more so!"
With a sudden, swift movement, Kamanosuke lunged at Saizo, aiming a powerful punch at his jaw. Saizo, anticipating the attack, deftly sidestepped and countered with a swift strike of his own, aiming to disarm rather than harm. But Kamanosuke was quick to recover, and the two warriors engaged in a fierce, yet controlled, exchange of blows.
As Saizo and Kamanosuke exchanged blows, Saizo remained composed, his movements calculated and precise. Despite Kamanosuke's ferocity, Saizo deftly evaded each strike, his focus unwavering.
"You are blinded by your own arrogance, Kamanosuke," Saizo remarked, his voice steady even as he parried another of Kamanosuke's attacks. "You fail to see that true strength lies not in brute force, but in discipline and control."
Enraged by Saizo's words, Kamanosuke redoubled his efforts, his attacks growing more frenzied and erratic. With a primal yell, he launched himself at Saizo once more, but this time Saizo was ready. With lightning speed, he sidestepped Kamanosuke's charge and, in one fluid motion, restrained him with a hold that left him immobilized.
As Kamanosuke struggled against Saizo's restraint, his frustration boiled over into a torrent of bitter words. "You always avoid me, Saizo," he growled, his voice tinged with resentment. "You never want to fight with me, never give me the attention I deserve. I came here to prove myself, to prove that I am your equal. But you treat me like I'm nothing!"
Saizo regarded Kamanosuke with a mixture of sympathy and annoyance.
As Kamanosuke's words washed over him, Saizo's sympathy waned, replaced by a rising tide of annoyance. "You brought this upon yourself, Kamanosuke," he retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. "Your reckless behavior and unchecked aggression do nothing to earn my respect or anyone else's."
Kamanosuke's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. "You think you're so superior, don't you?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Always looking down on me, treating me like I'm beneath you. Well, I won't stand for it any longer. I'll show you just how capable I am, even if I have to prove it by force."
As Kamanosuke's words grew more heated, a wild, almost manic smile spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. His laughter rang out, a chilling echo of madness mixed with unrestrained aggression.
Saizo met his gaze with a steely resolve, unflinching in the face of Kamanosuke's erratic behavior. "And how do you plan to do that, Kamanosuke?" he taunted, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You're completely at my mercy."
As if to emphasize his point, Saizo tightened his grip on Kamanosuke, inadvertently groping their chest. The sudden contact sent a jolt of unfamiliar sensation coursing through Kamanosuke's body, causing his heart to stutter for a moment as he struggled to comprehend the unexpected feeling.
As Saizo's words hung in the air, Kamanosuke froze, his movements coming to an abrupt halt as he processed the sudden surge of unfamiliar sensation. Saizo regarded him with a mixture of confusion and impatience, his brow furrowing as he attempted to gauge Kamanosuke's reaction.
"What's wrong, nothing to say anymore?" Saizo inquired, his voice tinged with sarcasm. But Kamanosuke remained unresponsive, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance, his mind seemingly lost in turmoil.
As Saizo's frustration simmered beneath the surface, he found himself strangely aware of the close proximity between himself and Kamanosuke. In the midst of their tense confrontation, he couldn't help but notice a faint, sweet scent lingering in the air, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere surrounding them.
Unconsciously, Saizo's grip tightened once more, his fingers inadvertently grazing Kamanosuke's chest. The unexpected sensation sent a surge of confusion through him, clouding his thoughts and causing his grip to momentarily slacken.
Seizing the opportunity, Kamanosuke broke free from Saizo's hold, stumbling backward in his haste to put some distance between them. With a mix of relief and bewilderment, he scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding erratically as he struggled to regain his composure.
Turning to face Saizo once more, Kamanosuke's expression was one of shock and fear, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to compose himself. The brief moment of vulnerability had shaken him to his core, leaving him reeling in its wake. but more importantly was the strange and unfamiliar feeling he had in his body, his heart pounding out of his chest.
A small silence lingered in the air, a crimson hue crept across Kamanosuke's cheeks, his face flushing with embarrassment. Saizo, too preoccupied with his own frustration, failed to notice the subtle change in Kamanosuke's demeanor.
"I hate you!" Kamanosuke suddenly exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mixture of anger and confusion. With that, he turned on his heel and fled from Saizo, his footsteps echoing loudly against the stone floor as he disappeared from sight.
Saizo watched him go, his brow furrowed in bewilderment. "What was that all about?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the fading echoes of Kamanosuke's retreat.
With a sigh, Saizo shook his head, trying to banish the troubling thoughts from his mind. With a final glance in the direction Kamanosuke had disappeared, Saizo turned and made his way back to his quarters, though he couldn't quite shake the lingering sense of unease that lingered in the aftermath of their encounter, there was a small part of him that couldn't help but wonder about the strange and unexpected connection that he had felt in the brief moment of closeness.