He blinks a moment. Wasn't Kyuden Miya south of the Spine of the World?
A nod. "Well, if you end up seeing a shrine to Reichin or another Fortune you feel relevant, I would beg an offering be left."
He pauses briefly before beginning. "I'd expect they would often have messages that would travel there. Well, this story happens because of one such monk who stopped at an eta village. They were given some food and water, and one of the eta braved the chance of getting his village killed in order to send a message."
He adjusts his clothes a little against the coldness of the wind. "Ale had once served an Emerald magistrate far to the east. The magistrate died to an illness unrelated to any case years prior, and Ale remembered a servant of a lord he'd met during a case that had showed him kindness and a measure of respect."
He looked to the Agasha a moment, then back to the rain. "Ale had seen what he thought was over a thousand armed men taking an old road near the eta village, all heading towards an old shiro they had thought abandoned. Not once, but twice. Others in the village started getting requests for bodies to be taken care of. So when the monk stopped by, Ale braved the chance that speaking up would only bring them all disaster to ask that servant to tell their lord of what was happening in the outskirts of the Empire."
He coughs slightly to clear his throat. "It took a week or two for the monk to arrive after finishing his previous delivery. This is an old story I found written down in a roadside shrine to Koshin a year ago, and the writer was not clear on time frames. So I apologize for not having specifics." A shake of his head. "Where was I?"
His brow furrows a moment and then a bit of clarity smooths it. "Ah yes. The monk arrived and delivered the message. The servant wasn't sure what his lord would think of a message from an eta, and so simply told his lord that a monk had told him the tale."
A quick look back to Poemu. "The lord, Akodo Dentaro, was close to retirement at this point, and still looking for some glory to meet his ancestors with. And so seized the story with both hands as an excuse to ride out. But still, the story said a thousand armed warriors. So Akodo Dentaro called on his decades of allies."
"And they rode out." He waves vaguely westward. "A great battle was had. Glory, victory, etc. Many were named heroes. A bandit otokadate vanquished before it could become even more powerful."
He looks to Poemu. "Only that lone scroll, those who've read it and shared it, and now you, know of the eta Ale who set it all in motion. It is up to you whether you feel him a hero, if the monk is. Or if the samurai who claimed victory is. Or if they all are. Perhaps the long dead magistrate, for having had such a loyal servant."
He shrugs slightly. "That's a decision we all make, whenever we decide to call someone a hero. We define ourselves in the calling."
_________________ Brotherhood Monk • Thousand Fortunes • Void • Missing Right Arm • ProfileHonor: What is Expected • Status: 1.0 • Glory: 0.5Gear: Travel worn, coarse clothes. Bo Staff, Scroll Satchel, Tao, Sage Scrolls, 2 zeni“We tell the tale of heroes to remind ourselves that we also can be great.”
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