Gates of the Koriyama Manor
Aug 29, 2024 17:32:18 GMT -6
Post by Fuu Ayumu on Aug 29, 2024 17:32:18 GMT -6
"Shadows of the Noble House: Fuu's Dilemma": (continued)
The time had come for Fuu to step up and do the right thing. Even if it meant her life was hanging in the balance. Walking up to the gates of the of the Koriyama Manor. The entrance was of a standard Japanese manor from the era, both imposing and elegant, reflecting the status and taste of its occupants. As she approach, the first thing she notice was the large, sturdy wooden gate, framed by thick, weathered timbers. The gate, flanked by the tall, protective walls made of wood, with a slightly curved roof adorned with traditional clay tiles, giving it an air of solemn grandeur.
The gate itself was intricately carved, with the design of the family crests, depicting the lineage of the residents. She was sure that when the gate swung open it reveal a stone-paved pathway leading up to the main entrance. The path, lined with neatly trimmed shrubbery or small lanterns, and maybe even a bamboo water fountain nearby, adding to the serene atmosphere. Suddenly her focus was broke as one of the guards posted at the gate told her to halt.
Fuu stopped and looked at the two guards stationed at the gate of the Koriyama Manor. They were stern and imposing figures, reflecting the seriousness of their duty. Both men were dressed in traditional samurai attire, signifying their rank and role in protecting the noble family.
The first guard, standing to the left of the gate, was tall and broad-shouldered, with a muscular build that suggests years of rigorous training. His hakama pants are a deep indigo, paired with a dark kimono and haori jacket that bear the Koriyama family crest on the sleeves. His face chiseled, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline, partially obscured by a neatly kept beard. His eyes were dark and piercing, scanning her with an intensity that make it clear he doesn’t miss a single detail. At his side, he wore two katana, the longer sword and its companion, the shorter wakizashi, each sheathed in lacquered scabbards. His hair was tied back into a topknot, the style common among samurai, and his posture rigid, exuding discipline and authority.
The second guard, slightly shorter but equally formidable, stands to the right. He has a leaner build but is no less intimidating, with a wiry strength visible in his movements. His attire mirrors that of his companion, though his hakama is a darker shade of blue, and his haori is slightly worn, suggesting long service. His face clean-shaven, revealing a thin scar running from his temple down to his jaw—a reminder of past battles. His eyes were a steely gray, cold and assessing, as he appraises her with a calm yet unyielding gaze. Like the first guard, he too was armed with a pair of swords, the hilts worn from years of use but clearly well-maintained.
Both guards were highly alert, their hands resting lightly near their weapons, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. Their presence alone was enough to make anyone approaching the gates think twice, embodying the strength and vigilance expected of those entrusted with the protection of the Koriyama family.
"State your business," the taller of the two guards commanded, his voice as firm and unyielding as his stance.
"I—" Fuu stammered, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to remember who she was. She was Third Seat, Fuu Ayumu of the Ninth Division, serving under Captain Ryo Hirabayashi. Straighten up and act like it! she scolded herself.
Drawing a steadying breath, Fuu squared her shoulders and met the guard’s eyes. "I am Third Seat Fuu Ayumu of the Ninth Division. I am here on official business. It is of the utmost importance that I speak with the head of the Koriyama family this evening." Her voice was steady now, her resolve clear, though her heart still pounded in her chest.
The time had come for Fuu to step up and do the right thing. Even if it meant her life was hanging in the balance. Walking up to the gates of the of the Koriyama Manor. The entrance was of a standard Japanese manor from the era, both imposing and elegant, reflecting the status and taste of its occupants. As she approach, the first thing she notice was the large, sturdy wooden gate, framed by thick, weathered timbers. The gate, flanked by the tall, protective walls made of wood, with a slightly curved roof adorned with traditional clay tiles, giving it an air of solemn grandeur.
The gate itself was intricately carved, with the design of the family crests, depicting the lineage of the residents. She was sure that when the gate swung open it reveal a stone-paved pathway leading up to the main entrance. The path, lined with neatly trimmed shrubbery or small lanterns, and maybe even a bamboo water fountain nearby, adding to the serene atmosphere. Suddenly her focus was broke as one of the guards posted at the gate told her to halt.
Fuu stopped and looked at the two guards stationed at the gate of the Koriyama Manor. They were stern and imposing figures, reflecting the seriousness of their duty. Both men were dressed in traditional samurai attire, signifying their rank and role in protecting the noble family.
The first guard, standing to the left of the gate, was tall and broad-shouldered, with a muscular build that suggests years of rigorous training. His hakama pants are a deep indigo, paired with a dark kimono and haori jacket that bear the Koriyama family crest on the sleeves. His face chiseled, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline, partially obscured by a neatly kept beard. His eyes were dark and piercing, scanning her with an intensity that make it clear he doesn’t miss a single detail. At his side, he wore two katana, the longer sword and its companion, the shorter wakizashi, each sheathed in lacquered scabbards. His hair was tied back into a topknot, the style common among samurai, and his posture rigid, exuding discipline and authority.
The second guard, slightly shorter but equally formidable, stands to the right. He has a leaner build but is no less intimidating, with a wiry strength visible in his movements. His attire mirrors that of his companion, though his hakama is a darker shade of blue, and his haori is slightly worn, suggesting long service. His face clean-shaven, revealing a thin scar running from his temple down to his jaw—a reminder of past battles. His eyes were a steely gray, cold and assessing, as he appraises her with a calm yet unyielding gaze. Like the first guard, he too was armed with a pair of swords, the hilts worn from years of use but clearly well-maintained.
Both guards were highly alert, their hands resting lightly near their weapons, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. Their presence alone was enough to make anyone approaching the gates think twice, embodying the strength and vigilance expected of those entrusted with the protection of the Koriyama family.
"State your business," the taller of the two guards commanded, his voice as firm and unyielding as his stance.
"I—" Fuu stammered, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to remember who she was. She was Third Seat, Fuu Ayumu of the Ninth Division, serving under Captain Ryo Hirabayashi. Straighten up and act like it! she scolded herself.
Drawing a steadying breath, Fuu squared her shoulders and met the guard’s eyes. "I am Third Seat Fuu Ayumu of the Ninth Division. I am here on official business. It is of the utmost importance that I speak with the head of the Koriyama family this evening." Her voice was steady now, her resolve clear, though her heart still pounded in her chest.