>>6016095>>6016203>>6016230>>6016239>>6016356Taking a deep breath, you decide to introduce yourself with a name you recall from a video game—a foreigner who had once risen to the rank of Samurai. "Call me Yasuke," you say, hoping the familiarity might lend you some credibility or at least a neutral ground. However, your choice backfires spectacularly. "Yasuke? That's the name of the sword carrier for Oda Nobunaga, the tyrant who ruled before the Taisho!" Omi exclaims, his face contorting with anger. "He's too dangerous to be kept alive." "Wait—" you start, but your plea is cut short as Omi draws his sword in one swift, fluid motion. The world tilts as pain flashes sharply across your neck, your vision blurring into darkness.
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"You can speak... Who are you, barbarian?" You're back to the moment Omi is questioning your identity, his face etched with suspicion. Realizing the grave mistake of your previous choice, you swallow hard and opt for a simpler truth this time. "I am lost, just a traveler caught in a storm. We mean no harm to your lands. We seek only safety and passage." Omi's eyes narrow as he assesses you, the mistrust palpable. "We shall see who you really are," he declares coldly. He then turns to his men, commanding, "Let's take the barbarians back to Ajiro!" As you're escorted away, John Blackthorne leans closer, his voice a hushed whisper tinged with suspicion. "How do you know the language of the Japans?"
>I picked up a few phrases here and there, nothing more.>It's a long story, one best saved for a safer time.>That's none of your business, Blackthorne.>Other 