There are many things which other people do not expect, but strategists do. The shift in the tides of battle, the winds that stir clouds and mix weather, and the tipping of the hearts of men - instinct and prior knowledge lays them all out before the eyes of those with sufficient foresight. The flow of events become clearer, myriads of paths branching out with each decision made.
But no amount of prescience and instinct can prepare him for what happens next.
There wasn't even a single hint preceding its occurrence, no ominous stirring of foliage, no uncanny winds or resultant clouds that dash across the late afternoon sun. The peace of the study held, soft and silent, the air heavy with cogitation -
- then a sudden crack of splintered glass, and something flashes into existence a few feet above the ground.
No, someone. He rises from his seat reflexively and his spellbook flies to his hand - though there is no time to retrieve his sword from where it hangs on the wall. This could be an ambush - but for a ninja to make it this far into the keep would signal an adversary much more powerful than they expected. Is this Lord Kanbei's second backup plan? If that is the case, then it will mean that the flow has changed once again -
- no. The woman - it seems to be a woman - is badly injured. Even if she is a ninja, her safety is more important.
His hands do not leave his spellbook, but he does find a sheet to preserve her decency while he goes to call for help. A few retainers and pages arrive a while later - never mind their questioning gazes. He explains the situation to them the best he can, and hopefully they will believe him. For now, he keeps this mystery woman's identity vague - after all, only she could provide the answers they need. She's unconscious, which made the first aid process a little easier. One of the women is luckily well-versed in treatment, and after a while the new arrival's injuries have been cleaned and securely bandaged.
When Mukuro wakes up, she will find herself in a small room resting. A page has been assigned to guard her, and he is reading by the window.
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But no amount of prescience and instinct can prepare him for what happens next.
There wasn't even a single hint preceding its occurrence, no ominous stirring of foliage, no uncanny winds or resultant clouds that dash across the late afternoon sun. The peace of the study held, soft and silent, the air heavy with cogitation -
- then a sudden crack of splintered glass, and something flashes into existence a few feet above the ground.
No, someone. He rises from his seat reflexively and his spellbook flies to his hand - though there is no time to retrieve his sword from where it hangs on the wall. This could be an ambush - but for a ninja to make it this far into the keep would signal an adversary much more powerful than they expected. Is this Lord Kanbei's second backup plan? If that is the case, then it will mean that the flow has changed once again -
- no. The woman - it seems to be a woman - is badly injured. Even if she is a ninja, her safety is more important.
His hands do not leave his spellbook, but he does find a sheet to preserve her decency while he goes to call for help. A few retainers and pages arrive a while later - never mind their questioning gazes. He explains the situation to them the best he can, and hopefully they will believe him. For now, he keeps this mystery woman's identity vague - after all, only she could provide the answers they need. She's unconscious, which made the first aid process a little easier. One of the women is luckily well-versed in treatment, and after a while the new arrival's injuries have been cleaned and securely bandaged.
When Mukuro wakes up, she will find herself in a small room resting. A page has been assigned to guard her, and he is reading by the window.