<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CnpcVNWUsAAnnXr.jpg:large)</div><strong>Kogatana (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13503346#msg13503346)</strong><br/><strong>Time</strong>:Three days after the battle of Oshiro castle<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Aka ka Clan territory<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Ualan Yoson<br/><hr/><br/>Koganata paced the hall of the Aka ka compound in a faded and stained yukata that hung limp and defeated across her broad form. Her heavy thudding footsteps could be clearly heard through the thin walls and she made no attempt to quiet them. Every step brought a winch and sent a splitting pain up her side. She had sustained many wounds during her battle with Clan Oshiro: bruises, aches, welts and cuts. All served to remind her of her failure, her shame.<br/><br/>She zigzagged from doorway to doorway, only stopping from time to time to rub her eyes. The battle played again and again in her mind, each order, each sensation... What had she done wrong? The first battle of the season, the first proper battle in centuries, and they had lost.<em>She</em>had lost. All the talk of how those who would fall would die honourably, how they would live on as heroes for an eternity, known as the men who struck back at their hated rivals, those who claimed their castle as their own...<br/><br/>Her mistake had cost the lives of her men, men who didn’t deserve to die as they did. Taking the castle was foolish, suicide. Not only that, but the mighty Aka ka had retreated from the field of battle for the first time in centuries, and by her command... She let out a soft sigh and rubbed her eyes with a single hand. She still remembered the very moment she decided to cut down her former Daimyō. The rage and indignation. She<em>knew </em>she was right, that he was going to destroy the clan, that she would lead them to a truer cause, but now...<br/>Deep in her thought her blind pacing had lead her into the reclaimed archives in which Ualan sat still fast at work. She very nearly walked right into him, but instead stopped dead just before him and gave a violent start, instinctively reaching down to grab for her sword, but she grasped nothing but air as she had left it in her quarters many hours before along with her normal clothing. Immediately she tried to play down her reaction, sifting through her scattered thoughts for the first reasonable thing she could think of to say.<br/><br/>“Yoson-san! I need you awake and alive, what are you doing working at this hour? Report!”<br/><br/><br/>