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Returning her attention to the man, Hitomi could see that the gambler had already composed himself.

"In that case, what do you say to one last game?" he said. "If I'm going out, I'd rather do so with a win, or at least I'd like to lose to an opponent that had the grace to finish the job."

Judging by the measly size of his purse, the man's so-called "extra recreational funds" had now been dwindled down to petty change. Enough for a drink, probably, but not much more.

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Daiki's tone of voice left a lot to be desired. It held an eerie calm, one that Umiko had grown accustomed to interpreting as a warning of things to come. She withheld a long sigh so as to not tip off anyone else as she followed Mocha out of the room. Daiki, for his part, held his tongue until he had guided his two recruits back to the main room. Kaguya sat in the same position as when the company had originally arrived, but was now accompanied by a small bowl of rice. It came as a silly sight to the ninja; she was already used to never seeing the man eat.

After they they had all taken a seat, Hideki returned from his walk, moments before Oshiro opened his mouth to speak. Seeing that the new arrival was part of his entrusted entourage, the samurai continued.

"There is something wrong with this town. With Kimura's plight I initially missed it, as I expect most of us did. After the initial shock of the ordeal, however, I began to notice... something strange about this room. A discrepancy, you could say, between the story we've been told and the reality before us.

He paused a moment.

"Go head, look, what do you see?"

Umiko slowly looked around. The inn was modest due to the size of the town, but it was still reasonably large and appeared to be doing well for itself. There was no disrepair, and everything was clean. Very clean. The room was practically empty, other than the meager furniture on which the company sat. No decor of any kind.

"Don't tell me you are thinking what I think you are thinking." She said with a huff. "The owner probably dislikes clutter, or is not actually doing so well but wants to keep appearances."

"Yes, that kind of answer is what I got out of her." He nodded. "But tell me, in this town of horses, besides our own, how many have you seen? Using steeds comparable to our own, why would the doctor be as far away as a few day's journey if it took that same amount of time for us to arrive here from the capital? You know as well as I do that it doesn't add up to anything less than what we're both thinking."

Umiko furrowed her brow. "Bandits."

She scratched her head in that uniquely Umiko way as if to buy time before continuing. "Do we have the time or man power to bother with that?"

Oshiro didn't react much. "Man power is not a problem. Time could be. Remember that our goal is to find the sun, not to skirmish with outlaws. Besides, the town is not any worse for wear. I expect the bandits are fine with whatever current arrangement they have, and if we leave before they get wind of our presence, it will stay that way. But I can not be sure, so that's why I'm asking for the opinion of the group. Both the ones here and..." He looked at Umiko.

She cut him off. "Yeah, yeah, I'll go see who I can collect."

As she strolled out the door and found her way onto the rooftops for a vantage point, she was glad to have escaped before having to give her opinion or argue. Daiki most likely already knew her stance. As she set her sights on a nearby bar, it hit her that he was likely waiting for the rest of the group to join them before he would make her... give her opinion and argue. Damn him.

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As Mocha looked about the inn several emotions played through her mind. The town should be in chains, if anything. With quiet rage she listened to the conversation, yet couldn't help but think about what this makes Umiko in retrospect. Something warmed her from the inside, so she quietly sneaked her way onto the roof behind Umiko. After spying on her for a short time she snuck up on her once more, and was able to confuse Umiko and place her head in Umiko's lap before she could respond.

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Chouko glared at her adversary, face reddening. The captain was better than she had anticipated. Much better, actually. Rather than pressing her advantage, the scoundrel had taken the opportunity to taunt her. So this was the style of opponent she was facing. This battle would be… interesting.

Chouko made for her spoon again. Gingerly, this time, lest her suffering fingers endure another round of rock-paper-table. Before she had fully worked out how she was going to catch the meandering utensil, however, Captain Heiwa reached over and handed it to her. Oh? OH!?

It. Was. On.

Chouko grabbed the spoon from Heiwa's outstretched hand with a disgusted flick of the wrist, and before Oba-san could protest that any physical interaction between competitors was in clear violation of the rules, half her bowl was gone. She ate quickly, but just quickly enough to catch up. Or maybe just quickly enough for the captain to let her catch up. Or maybe just quickly enough for the captain to think she was letting her catch up. At this point, she could no longer be sure. It was a whole different game.

The bowls hit the table with simultaneous thuds as the competitors from finished the opening round. Staring still, Chouko wiped her mouth with the backside of her hand and grabbed the chopsticks laying on the table. She split them with a defiant snap.

"Bring on the tamago kake."

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Hitomi tried to pull away from the table, but as she turned, she could feel the man's stare sizing her up, ready to judge her based on her next move. Testing her. With a sigh, the calligrapher slammed her hand down hard on the table, then pulled it away to reveal a small pile of coins equivalent to the man's meager wager. The young woman chastised herself for giving in under pressure, but she wasn't about to let this bastard get away with coercing her either.

"Fine. I'll stay for one more bet." She announced. When she saw the man reaching for the dice, she continued. "On one condition. We won't use those." She turned to the side to bear witness to the chaos unfolding just a couple of tables away. She leveled a finger at Chouko and Heiwa. "We'll bet on which of them will win their silly contest. What do you say?"


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“Oh yes,” Yoko began, spurred to speech by Heiwa’s remark. “There are lots of rules, and there’s nothing fun about them. Rules for eating, rules for arbitration, rules for digestion, even, in a rare case or two. I’ve been studying them since I was a girl and I still don’t have the best handle on the more esoteric guidelines. They’re all there for good reasons, though. Generations of knowledge in those rules, you know.”

Yoko gave a subtle nod at the end of her sentence, the gesture seemingly directed at herself.

As the pirate handed Chouko the spoon, the slits that were the elderly woman’s eyes narrowed further. A quick calculation of the date indicated that the captain’s maneuver was worth a foul: due to the Guideman’s Gambit clause, handling the opponent’s silverware was strictly prohibited in months containing only one full moon. Before she could open her mouth to interject, however, Yoko was lucky enough to remember that the moon’s phases had, in fact, been reversed for the past few months. The date of the clause’s effect would be offset by at least two weeks, indicating that, for all intents and purposes, Yoki-san was safe. Yoko was impressed! It was rare for a non-Song native to be so well-versed in the rules.

Sasaki-san, on the other hand, was apparently entirely oblivious to her opponent’s near-blunder. This would not do at all. The young girl was already at a severe disadvantage due to her lack of education in the handling of cutlery, but it was becoming more and more clear that she didn’t understand the competition that she had thrown herself into in the slightest. Thankfully, the rice hadn’t arrived yet, so there was still time to fill in the gaps in her knowledge before the competition began in earnest. The flautist was about to start on the history of the Guideman’s Gambit and the controversy it caused, but she was interrupted by Heiwa… inquiring about Oshiro? She was inquiring about Oshiro. When had she heard of Oshiro?

The flautist froze when she realized the answer to her question. She had made a mistake.

“Oh, no, dear, I was speaking of the color of rice in omusubi. You know, o-shiro.”
A waitress arrived, depositing two bowls of wonderfully fluffy white rice in front of each competitor. Each dish was topped with a freshly cracked egg.

Seeing her opportunity to change the subject, Yoko took it.
“Much… uh… much less tasteful than the golden gleam of tamago kake, you see.”
She gave another nod.

“I remember a contest from my youth, you know, when the Guideman’s Gambit was still prevalent. There’s been a widely-adopted clause put in effect since and the strategy is all but obsolete, but there’s some real history there. Rice was thicker back then, we’d had a number of especially good rain years, so choking was a real danger when speed-eating…”

“...of course, running was dangerous in the mountains, especially if the moon wasn’t out, so it wasn’t uncommon for a competitor to arrive a few seconds late if their run had gone awry. Naturally, the counter-strategy to this was for the opposing competitor to balance their opponent’s chopsticks on the corner of the table in the few seconds of their absence. The runner couldn’t sit down without toppling the utensils, which was obviously a disqualification given the rules prohibiting contact between competition materials and the ground…”

“...and so they hired sherpas on new-moon nights in order to guide them around mountain, but this quickly led to the sherpa business putting the rice-eating business out of business, so the grand council decided to ban guides altogether. The clause was put into effect to replace the Guidemen, really. It’s not so much the Guideman’s Gambit clause as it is the anti-Guideman’s Gambit clause, but that’s a mouthful, and everyone in the rice-eating business already has theirs already…”

“...so, in conclusion, that’s where Grand Sherpa Hajime got his nickname of ‘little rice dragon’.”

The elderly woman paused, winded from her extensive speech.

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Umiko was a little irritated, to say the least, that for some reason Daiki had sent her to go collect everyone yet still let Mocha run off to follow her. All things considered though it was fine as long as she was keeping up and would eventually return with her too. However just as Umiko found the bar she believed most of the wayward party members to be at the trouble causing princess attacked! Of course when the attack is such as the princess's attempt it was easy to avoid- the ninja stood from her squat and let the young girl face plant into the tile roof.

"I don't know what you're doing, but cut it out and go back to the inn with Oshiro. I'm supposed to be getting you all back there so you being out here just makes my job more difficult." Her voice was level and you could hear her glare in it.

She didn't wait for a response as she silently dropped off the side of the building and made her way across the road. She hated going in to crowded areas like this. Her rather unique look drew attention, which was the opposite of what a ninja wanted, but it couldn't be helped sometimes so she entered as calmly as possible to alleviate it some. Noting the shenanigans of Chouko and delaying dealing with that as long as possible, she first approached Hitomi, interrupting the gambling man as he fruitless tried to rope the girl back into the dice game.

Placing a hand on the younger girl's shoulder and leaning in close so the mouth was to ear she whispered an abridged version of Oshiro's discovery and adding, "He would like you to return quickly, but calmly so we can all discuss the best course of action."

Afterward she stood back up, nodded and went to do the same with Yoko, pausing a bit more as she relayed it. The slight pockets of silence spent looking over as the woman competing with Chouko. She was certain she had seen her before, adding that fact to Yoko too with a "be careful".

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Mocharatte walked out of the inn and went to look for Oniwakamaru, and any others she could find along the way. Leaving him out of this would be a bad idea.

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The monk wandered the town finding things for himself to do. Most of it was occasional maintenance work but the more he pitched in the more he seemed to suspect something was off. A broken door, an oddly patched roof, odd scuff marks, and weird splotches of cleanliness hinted at something far more sinister. It wasn't until Oniwakamaru found the town's smith hammering away in to the 'night' that the clues clicked in to place. The smith was making blades. Knives weren't a rare commodity so they shouldn't be in such high demand. Cluttered about the shelves were other sharp, pointy objects. They were heads for spears and arrows. All were of shoddy worksmanship, suggesting the smith was merely focused on producing as much as he could rather than crafting them for a purpose.

Oniwakamaru ducked out, the smith having been too absorbed in his work to notice, and considered the town. He wandered further in to the dark, searching for more signs. It was too suspicious that so many things were worn down in this village. Kyokaiyama was not by any inclination bustling but surely so much work would not be left undone. The butcher did not have a proper cutting board nor a large variety of knives required for the trade. Farmers had tools that needed mending. The woodcutter did not have nearly enough fuel. That the blacksmith was so productive was an strange thing indeed. None had questioned him on his presence either. It wasn't beneath the notice of the laymen that he had arrived in the company of soldiers. Perhaps their lack of fear and curious had a more sinister reason behind it after all. It was worth talking to the captain of their little band about.

"There is something odd going on in this village," he started.

His path to the inn the group had found for themselves was short. The captain was standing alone as if waiting for something. Still he posed the question anyway,

"What do you think, hmmm?"

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Scoop. Snap. Pinch. Shovel.

Two bowls. Three bowls. Five bowls.

Ten bowls.

The competitors matched each other, beat for beat, grain for grain, as Yoko examined each finished bowl to ensure that no more than the allowed quantity of rice had been left behind. The pace, though furious, was still well within what Chouko could handle. As each bowl came and went, however, she had been forced into a grudging but genuine respect for this Captain Heiwa Yoki. The woman could eat, that much was for sure. And whatever taunting she might had engaged in, she was doing a rather fine job of backing it up.

But she was slowing. It was imperceptible to most of the cheering crowd, but Chouko’s trained eye had detected it. A slight hesitation in the last bite. Again in the next one. The pounds of rice that the woman had ingested were taking their toll. Her system was backing up, and every additional bite she forced down nudged her closer to critical mass. It wouldn’t be long now. Victory was at hand.

Chouko slammed down the eleventh bowl a full second ahead of the captain, the only hint of a lead the crowd had witnessed since the soup stage. Half the men surrounding the table erupted in cheers; the others were counting how many meals they might have to forego in the coming weeks if their favoured competitor couldn’t turn the tide.

As the twelfth set of bowls was delivered to the table, Chouko took a moment to taunt the captain in return. “Come on,” her fingers said, before wrapping once more around a hot bowl of tamago kake. Heiwa just smiled.

Harida’s number one eater was two, no, three bites into bowl twelve when it happened. The strangest sensation, as though the dish she was clutching had moved, pulling her arm along with it. It had been a swift displacement, and subtle. But that was enough. Her tempo barely affected, Chouko brought her chopsticks down for another bite. Rather than rice, egg, and the side of her bowl, however, they met flesh. Chouko’s flesh. Where her bowl had been, her wrist now was, baring the brunt of the girl’s chopstick assault. Chouko howled in pain, fell over backwards, and, in so doing, sent her fresh bowl of rice careening into the air…

...and directly onto poor, unfortunate Yoko’s head.

A collective gasp filled the bar. Chouko lay on the ground, in shock. How… HOW!? That was a rookie mistake! She hadn’t stabbed herself with chopsticks since she was three! It wasn’t, she couldn’t, there was no way…

Her face reddened, and the tears began welling up. She struggled to hold them back, the full weight of what had just transpired slowly sinking in. She was out, disqualified. There was no tolerance for spillage in rice eating. And there was no way she could pay for two bowls of soup, much less twenty-four bowls of rice! She would be stuck here, working to pay off her debt, and not going on an incredibly important mission for the emperor. More likely than not the sun would return to its home before she could return to hers. It was over.

And then there was her. The captain, now towering above her, leisurely stuffing one last bite passed her grinning lips. “What’s wrong, kid? It was just a fun contest.” This lady did not know when to quit.

Chouko averted her gaze, unable to face anyone, unable even to get up and leave. She lay there, completely, utterly, defeated.

“Alright,” Heiwa started, wiping her mouth and setting her bowl on the table. “I’ll cut you a deal. You take me to this Oshiro,” – she revealed a coin purse from inside her uniform – “and I’ll cover both meals.”

There was nothing for it. Wounded as her pride might be, this was Chouko’s only chance. Pleading, she fixed Yoko with eyes that said. “Please, please, Oba-san. Let me take her to see Captain Oshiro. I promised I’ll never, ever do anything like this ever again.”



“For at least a week.”

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Ishida leisurely strolled across the bar, taking in the scenery as he went. Hmph, look at them. Alcoholics stumbling, first time drinkers taking their first life ruining sip, friends who think that nothing could go wrong. Tch, this place has it all I'll tell ya, Ishida though to himself, almost enjoying the fact that may of these people around may be digging themselves a grave they can't get out of. Should be expecting a tiny bit of business in the coming days, which is good. Feeds my mouth... and my useless "interns." Ishida thought about the money that may come in thanks to this night as he took a seat.

"What can I get you, sir?" A young bartender asked Ishida, nicely enough. "A glass of water" Ishida said matter-of-factly. The young bartender chuckled to himself a little bit before saying, "Water? Who goes to a bar to get water?" with a hint of sarcasm. Ishida glared at him, his blue eyes looking as if they're actively trying to pierce the boy's heart before calmly saying, "I go to bars and get water." The bartender, unnerved, goes to get some water for Ishida. Or therapy, maybe.

A few very unhappy minutes later, the bartender, still looking a bit shaken by Ishida's glare, gave Ishida a glass, and a pitcher of water, before walking away in a hurry. Ishida poured the first glass about halfway and was about to to take his first sip when a blood-curdling scream reached suddenly reached his ears. Startled, he dropped his glass on the floor, shattering it and sending a shard of glass through his right middle finger, cutting it. "...Well" Ishida said under his breathe, barely containing his anger. "Y'know, this world just loves to give me more and more reason to not like other human beings, doesn't it? Whoever screamed like that is real lucky I brought my gauntlet..." Ishida winded his left hand up as his holds up his right hand before throwing a huge punch directly at his hand. But instead of foolishly doing more damage, the punch connects but appears to have no effect. Then the cut on his finger closes up, looking as if nothing happened. It also smelled of lilac now, which he equally loved and despised. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be done to his now broken glass of water. Ishida, nearly shaking out of fury, picked up the pitcher of water and started to drink, thinking, If somebody felt the need to scream THAT loudly, whatever they just did must've been painful... And profitable...

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The man sitting across from Hitomi stroked his chin thoughtfully, doubtlessly pondering whether he'd have more success with this purely luck-based bet than the purely luck-based bets they had been making with the dice.

"Interesting. All right, I'll play." He eventually concluded, and incorrectly. In actuality, Hitomi had a distinct advantage in a bet like this, for one simple reason. This man had never seen Chouko eat before. The calligrapher, on the other hand, had witnessed some things she had until only recently thought impossible. And she had a magic inkbrush. This would be almost too easy. "I'll wager on the feisty lass winning."

Hitomi stopped short and stared blankly at the man. He had beaten her to the punch. And he had bet on Chouko. Had he not seen the girl fumbling with her spoon? No, that was impossible. The bloodcurdling scream she gave after missing for the first time had ensured that almost everybody in the bar witnessed it. Nevertheless, this man would bet on her. A bold choice. The calligrapher smirked, shrugging.

"Very well. May the best eater win." Around the bar, she could see and hear other patrons queueing up to bet on the eating contest as well. That wasn't a good sign. Nevertheless, she and her opponent remained riveted to the action as bowl after bowl of rice was served and mercilessly devoured.

The young woman was so absorbed in the event that she nearly jolted from her seat when she felt a hand on her shoulder. A moment later, a familiar voice began whispering to her. Hitomi regained her composure and listened attentively as the ninja filled her in. Her face grew taut as she received the news, but she acknowledged the woman with a nod, then watched as she went to inform Yoko as well. In light of this, Hitomi pondered whether it would be better to wait for the bet to be finished or excuse herself immediately. She didn't have to think for long.

Another cry echoed through the room. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Hitomi turned to see Chouko tumbling backward out of her seat, slinging her bowl skyward in the process. Horror flashed in her eyes as she spun around to look at the man across from her. She was just in time to witness his smiling, excited expression twist and distort into one of utter despair. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Chouko was nothing if not a ditz, but she wasn't this clumsy. Not when it came to food. It briefly crossed her mind that perhaps this was the result of her luck kanji. Was this outcome her fault? No, it didn't matter. She needed to get out of here. Now.

Hesitantly, she reached across the table and retrieved the last of the man's cash. He made no moves to stop her, sullenly resting his chin on his chest. Without a word, she stood, giving one last bow for good measure, and making her way toward the entrance. With the contest over, the crowd gathered inside the bar had quickly grown very rowdy. She didn't have time to worry about that, however. She hastily made her way back toward the inn.


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