Poetry. The one thing expected for most samurai to be able to do. Yet again is the event something that Unsei has no skill in.
One of these days it'll be something I know... Right? There has to be something I can do?
The words danced in her head as she walked into the room and sat down in the great hall. Her heart was already beating in her chest, but she had seen this in the stars. She
knew it was coming and yet... she was
utterly unprepared for the complete and total ass whooping the stars had planned for her today.
She picked up the brush and thought over a hiaku. Something for the stars, as they were her one true love. They were always there for her, no matter what.
Sparkling so bright
A beauty that knows no bounds
Guide me to safety
The words sat heavily upon the paper. The ink was slow to dry, giving the young woman plenty of time to stare at the complete pile of shit she had composed. Nothing had come of these words and she knew that nobody else would even think that it was okay. Yet it was a pile of shit she had no choice but to keep working on. So, work on she did.
And it sort of worked? She decided to change the first line to something a bit more fitting, but overall while you could polish a turd, it was still, at the end of the day, just a polished shit.
Watching me always
A beauty that knows no bounds
Guide me to safety
Yet even just rewriting that one part made her end on the verge to panic. She felt like all eyes were on her, just like if she was around her family. Even now, she could hear their taunting words in her ears.
'Unsei, why didn't you just spend more time consulting with the stars?'
'Unsei, you idiot! You misread that portent! Even your younger cousin could read it correctly and she can't even read yet!'
'No wonder Benten cursed you. You're so terrible that she took it upon herself to make sure no one would have to deal with you.'
More and more haunting words seemed to overcome her, even as she stood up and tried to recite her small haiku.
And then her voice cracked.
Though she had carried on talking, it was all ruined and she was left on the verge of tears. She knew everybody heard it, just as she had heard everyone elses mistakes. But she wasn't supposed to make mistakes. She wasn't supposed to show that she was bad at things. She was an Imperial. She had to be better than everyone. To show them that the Imperials were better. That's why they were the ruling class.
Yet why wasn't she better?
In the end, she bowed after doing everything necessary and once again ran away from all of her problems before she did actually being crying.
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:
(Using the opp to get rid of the strife)
Fire/composition, D4 event. Please pray for me. | TN: 2 | Success:
0 / Opportunity:
1 / Strife:
1
(Using one opp here to get rid of a strife. I hadn't meant to keep the last strife/opp die. I was just getting clicky happy xD)
Refine that shit. Air/composition. Wheeze | TN: 2 | Success:
2 / Opportunity:
3 / Strife:
5
(Damn. Did somebody say C tier material? I had accidentally forgotten to remove the skill die from the roller, but I didn't keep it)
Performing. Dear god. Anyway. Void/composition | TN: 2 | Success:
1 / Opportunity:
0 / Strife:
1
Most rolls passed: 1
Most opportunities used to show off: 2
Most opportunities used to show off on a single roll: 2
Most total successes: 3
40
51
36
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