Current Epilogue-
"Oi! Tessho! You got mail!"
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Seriously. Looks like it's from down south somewhere..."
The old ronin shook his head, and then accepted the paper. The seal was plain, and the paper was nothing fancy, so he opened it with no expectation. He blinked at the familiar handwriting.
Dumb kid's calligraphy is worse than mine.
By the time you read this, Shiba Raizo no longer exists. He met his end in Kyuden Shika, and with him, the line that has served the Phoenix since the time of the Kami has come to an end. It might be blasphemous to say this, but it's no great loss.
There's a guy who looks a lot like him running around, though. Just goes by 'Raizo.' He's looking at marrying a Tortoise woman, and moving up in the world. When that happens, he'd like his father to be there. Some old ronin called Tessho. So you might want to head south. A warmer climate would be good for your old bones anyhow.
Tessho let his breath hiss through his teeth.
What the hell happened down there?
There was only one way to find out.
Tessho, who had once been called Shinjo Gairen, got his gear together and headed south.
Phoenix Clan * Bushi * Soldier* Blunt * Cynical * Seasoned * Strong
Your Wingman Anytime, Whether You Want It Or Not
Glory: 42 * Honor 41 * Status: 30
Carries his katana in an old, drab, battered saya. As of Day 13, wears a delicately carved bracelet of wooden beads polished smooth, laced through with red, yellow, and orange string and a small Phoenix token.
Standard gear: Ceremonial Clothes and a daisho. When in his element, ashigaru armor, a naginata, and a more relaxed form of terror are added into the mix.
Remember to Breathe
Loved it. In some ways, it's one of the healthier IC relationships I saw develop in this game.
