Uruha - Fighter for the Red Dragon
So the redhead, or rather Mitskuni he stated his name was, agreed to leave, a relief to be certain. Of course the man couldn't help but make another threat of death, had to keep his pride intact after all. The offer of food and rest was something that Uruha was only too happy to accept at this point. He shook his head in awe seeing Mitskuni smiling at the idea of a duel, damn troublemaker, that one. Uruha's eyes widened as further insults sprang from his lips.
You just had to go that extra mile, huh? He quickly shook his head and drew his finger across his throat indicating that this was not a good idea, but the damage was done.
He knew in just this brief moment of time with the pillar, Sadamitsu, that he would be more than riled up, and as he expected the death threats were shot right back at Mitskuni. These men were each consumed by honor. Uruha knew that he, himself was an honor-less swordsman, no use in trying to act better than he was. Everything good about him was buried in the ground, he had nothing left but hate, so why bother? Growing up, he was not taught about honorifics or clans, there just wasn't time. All this drama just went right over his head, which was fine with him as long as it didn't get him killed. Yet he remained silent and listened to Sadamitsu sling another death threat, Uruha ignored this, he just wondered if he had to plant a tree as well. Though he wouldn't question Sadamitsu about it, no use in it. Though apparently he didn't even need to ask, this kind, near stranger was going to do it for him, that was thoughtful. Uruha imagined once more that things would end up all right as long as Mitskuni didn't attempt to flaunt his pride, or visa versa. This new smile of his though, it wasn't so smug as before. He tried to remember details like these so he could tell if people were sincere when they spoke.
Uruha opted to object to being called "weak" but kept his mouth shut for the sake of moving things along, alive. He would be sure to show Mitskuni who was energetic and strong after this was over and he'd gotten food and rest.
He cocked his head to the side at the pillars' absurd request, relinquish his katana? Even if it was temporary, it was quite a lot to ask. When he looked to Uruha, he just kept his mouth shut, no need to aggravate the guy any further since he was finally winding down to a decent mood. Uruha didn't have a second katana to spare Mitskuni in the meantime, not that he would have accepted it anyway. A man's own blade is truly an extension of himself, there was no substitute.
Sure enough, the redhead felt the same, he could not allow his katana to be taken from him. Uruha did his best not to smile at the awkward situation, he bit down on his tongue to make sure of it.
"Aww, come on, let us all get some drinks at the Big Dog Tavern. The pilla- I mean Sadamitsu here is right, there are some of the best noodles around, you must come try it for yourself. You can 'make new life' later" Perhaps if they drank enough, this would be a moment to look back on and laugh about. He lowered his hands and started back to town, hoping they would join him.
"My name is Uruha, no family name because I have no family. And I may not be the best swordsman but I can drink you both under the table, how about that for a duel?" He hoped that no one saw him crack a smile since his back was turned to them.
"Hell, my strength will have returned, perhaps I will come back here as well to help, if you haven't passed out that is." He continued on, spotting what appeared to be a hulking figure in the distance.
Where am I: Heading back to Munvria
On my mind: Now what?
Character Tracker: Stalking Uruha?
[[OOC: "Finger touching the throat means death! Metaphor..."
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