A messanger ran quickly down the roads of the dirt roads, past the gathering materials for the canal, past the farmers, and entered the great city. The alley ways blurred as he quickly ran past all the people on the street. He stopped, gasping, at his destination. The Imperial Palace at Yamato.
He was waved through after flashing his sword of the imperial High Guard, and he ran to the main chamber. He burst into the room, fully out of breath. The Emporer merely set down his tea, and looked up from his conversation. "Well," he started,"What is it?" the messanger put his handed up, indicating for water. His dry breaths echoed earily in the room. The Emporer signaled to the guard, and the man was given a bucketfull of water. Once he had drunk his fill, he wass able to speak.
"The Ming have attacked our most Honorable Allies the Chubu. They have parts of the coast, and the Chubu have lost a significant amount of men. What should we do?"
"They will so homage to the Emporer of Honshu, or they will show respect in death. Send out a runner, tell the Ming this: If you would fight the Chubu, we would fight you. "
"It shall be done, my lord." The messanger panted, and then ran from the palace to do as his master ordered. This time, he would have a horse.
*****
"Ming thinks it can escape our wrath? Hah! So be it! Hanzo!" At the call a black shadow dropped from the ceiling above, his black clothes seemingly out of place. "My lord?" the shadow asked.
"Hanzo, go to the Ming Palace, and assinate the Emporer. Do not fail me."
*****
Hanzo knelled upon the sands of the shore in the Ming Dynasty, just outside the Capital. He placed a serires of Rice Cakes into the sand. Clapped his hands twice in honor of the Great Gods [SIZE=-2](of MOD)[/SIZE] and left the rice cakes as a feast to honor the gods.
Leaving the Rice Cakes where they lay, Hanzo began his journey to the palace.
Hanzo
Hanzo reached the palaces walls easily, quietly creeping into unoccupied spaces near the walls. There, he shed his cloak, he readied himself to kill the Ming Emporer. He jumped over the wall, and dropped down behind an unfourtunete guard. Silently drawing his sword, Hanzo grabbed his throat and mouth, and ran him through. The blood spurted angrily from the dying soldier, sparying the unforgiving assasian. "These hands will be bathed red tonight," Hanzo whispered into the gaurds ear, "this sword will be painted black, black as my soul. Remose is already dead," Hanzo's voice hissed. "So is your emporer. Gods save the King. He'll need it." Hanzo released the dead guard from his grip. The body irily echoed within the abandoned grounds. Hanzo was already gone.
"Sleep tight, King of Ming. Sleep well." Hanzo murmured.