So he was back... albeit in a different area than he'd visited in the morning.
He found a small pond- not one of the manicured things in the gardens, but something... wild. Fed by a small stream.
Perfect.
He walked out onto the surface and had a seat.
He was vaguely aware that samurai were supposed to use geisha houses to unwind, but...
But it doesn't feel right, burdening them with my bullshit just because they have to sit there and listen to it.
And he had plenty of bullshit.
He wasn't sure how the Deer were scoring the miai, but...
It's pretty well been a disaster in terms of the daily presentations of crap.
I droned at Pei Pei about a thoroughly uninteresting family history.
I kicked some fucking ball around for a bit.
I demonstrated that I have absolutely no talent for poetry whatsofuckingever.
I completely failed at Go.
I'm trash as an archer.
I sing like a cat being skinned alive with a spoon.
I demonstrated the ability to comprehensively push around the woman I love.
I blithered at some monk to no apparent purpose.
I couldn't hunt shit in this forest.
Ikebana is shit.
And I just got comprehensively mangled in the duel.
Safe to say, I've performed pretty fucking terribly at just about every task set me here. And I can't really help anyone I want to help. It's all behind me. I feel... fucking useless.
So at least that part feels familiar.
Shiba Useless Raizo. Dumb. Stolid. Strong. Story of my life. Always been the story of my life.
"And if the fucking Deer send my best chance to become something- anything else to another, I am going to devote the rest of my miserable, useless life to making them regret it."
[Water plus meditation to activate kiho | TN: 1 | Success: 2 / Opportunity: 2 / Strife: 2




Using opps to cancel strife on roll. Pursuing Passion, -3 Strife]