<div class="floatright">(http://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2016/08/25/1011752/big_thumb_b4c2ef92813c7b92e0a79c69acfd8d8c.jpg)</div><strong>Hisayo Yamashita (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13531034#msg13531034)</strong><br/><strong>Time</strong>: Y0S3, last month<br/><strong>Location</strong>: neutral territory<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Cervantes Del Mar<br/><br/>Yamashita's ordeal earlier that autumn had left her with a distaste for death, which she felt made her a more cautious, perhaps a better general than she had been before. But still, the act of reaching forward, attempting to form some kind of bond with this man as she had with the Krai folk, and eventually the bandits, turned out to be a disastrous gesture of trust.<br/><br/>Her attention on the man's hands, as calloused and worn as her own, marked by old scars and the sun, she did not anticipate the way they would close around her nor take hold of her and pull her into his arms. The knife against her throat was an unpleasant reminder of her earlier captivity, and she stiffened even as her men reached for their weapons in belated shock.<br/><br/>It had really been a disastrous year, she thought, lips tightening to white as she nodded once, nicking her throat on the blade, hand gesturing.<br/>"Stand down. Go."<br/><br/>She watched as they retreated, hoping Takeda didn't simply kill them when they returned, for not having died now.<br/>"This isn't a good idea, Del Mar. Clan Gunba isn't your enemy. I'm here to negotiate in good faith."