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Ishida Mitsunari | Takenaka Hanbei | 006
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unbending[He'd never hesitate.
Not when it came to fighting for the Toyotomi. Not when it came to something as sacred as that. Mitsunari is fast and skilled--but he is not perfect. Surely it was only a matter of time before...he messed up.
And that was all it took. A moment's misstep, a moment's unbalance, but that was more than enough in the thick of a battle like this.
He was struck over the head, tumbling to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, sword skittering away on the dead and beaten ground. But thankfully--this was not where his story ended. Part luck and part protection on the part of the Toyotomi meant that he did not die on that battlefield. But injured he was, and he did not wake up even as the battle drew to a close and he was carried off the battlefield, under the care of the Toyotomi that he served so faithfully.
So with that care, it was really only a matter of time that he would wake up again, head bandaged and taken care of.
But when he opens his eyes, he doesn't move, merely blinking at the ceiling for a long moment--his actions are strangely muted for him, but perhaps he is simply still...not quite conscious?
Perhaps. Or perhaps it is something else entirely.]
Not when it came to fighting for the Toyotomi. Not when it came to something as sacred as that. Mitsunari is fast and skilled--but he is not perfect. Surely it was only a matter of time before...he messed up.
And that was all it took. A moment's misstep, a moment's unbalance, but that was more than enough in the thick of a battle like this.
He was struck over the head, tumbling to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, sword skittering away on the dead and beaten ground. But thankfully--this was not where his story ended. Part luck and part protection on the part of the Toyotomi meant that he did not die on that battlefield. But injured he was, and he did not wake up even as the battle drew to a close and he was carried off the battlefield, under the care of the Toyotomi that he served so faithfully.
So with that care, it was really only a matter of time that he would wake up again, head bandaged and taken care of.
But when he opens his eyes, he doesn't move, merely blinking at the ceiling for a long moment--his actions are strangely muted for him, but perhaps he is simply still...not quite conscious?
Perhaps. Or perhaps it is something else entirely.]
