[Day 4 - LE] You Got Me...

[Moto Khulun]

“Ah my twin… Khulan, people get us confused all the time, she's the pretty one,” she says with a straight face.

[Matsu Nintoku]

The Matsu blinked for the briefest moment considering her words being true before realizing just how stupid that was. Or was it? Yes, yes it was! He was drunk.

"Ah that explains it." he nodded understanding the situation "I'm sorry for calling you Khulun, Khulan-san."

[Moto Khulun]

She smirks and says with a laugh, “You are terribly sweet.”

[Matsu Nintoku]

While he blushed once more, he did manage to keep his eyes on her "I have my days."

"By the way," he asked cautiously "why were you shouting earlier? Was it a Moto custom?"

[Moto Khulun]

“I was seeking an answer, but the heavens only reply with tears,” she says looking back to where she saw the Herald.

[Matsu Nintoku]

He eyed her in another light; he knew what it was to ask for answers from Heaven and receive only a condemning silence. He paced away letting a sigh as he rose his face to the rain, letting the drops wash his face.

"Khulan-san," his tone was gentle "do you know why I wanted to walk through the rain?"

[Moto Khulun]

“I do not know, but something troubles you,” she says following his movements with her eyes.

[Matsu Nintoku]

He remained silent, his eyes still closed as the rain washed his face.

"I've always wanted to be a hero," he finally said "ever since I was little I wanted to be a great hero, a paragon of what meant to be a Lion."

"I was young and foolish."

[Moto Khulun]

She seems confused and says, “Why is that foolish?”

[Matsu Nintoku]

He sighed once more growing silent after her answer.

"I thought war would be like the songs." he continued his tone filled with regret "I thought I would be brave Goemon saving the Emperor."

"I am a hero because I am a good killer," the thunder crashed on the distance "No Emperor to save. No mystical quest. Nothing." he sniggered "Not even worthy opponents. No rival with whom to engage on a thousand year fight. Most of the enemies I killed were either scared militiamen or unprepared bandits."

"Then the defiling of Shiro Akodo happened and suddenly we were thrown to fight against nightmares and demons." he continued "I was not a hero. I was a survivor. Heroism died inside of me. My whole point was to survive, to kill and remain."

He took his sword by the scabbard and extended his hand "That is why my sword has no name. It is a tool. Just like me. A tool where the scared bandit becomes the 'bloodthirsty Michio' where my victory over the demons becomes the 'heroic stand against evil' and the fear of my comrades is glossed over." he shook his heads "They were children. Unprepared. Heads filled with dreams."

He turned his face towards the tears that slid off his scabbard and fist. "That is what we are. Drops of rain. We fall until we crash and then fade into nothingness."

He turned towards her, placing his blade back into his obi. He felt lighter.

[Moto Khulun]

“So you do not like the legend that has formed around your actions?” she says in response.

[Matsu Nintoku]

"I don't know." he frowned "If not me there would always be other Nintoku. No shortage of would-be heroes."

He let a nervous laughter out "Look at me. Know you for two days and I've told you this." he shook his head "So what do you see now little foal?"

[Moto Khulun]

“I see a warrior with the burden of death on his shoulders,” she says flatly.

[Matsu Nintoku]

He steps closer to her "And what this that in your culture?"

[Moto Khulun]

“Some warriors grow tried of the blood, it is known. They find other ways to serve but are ready to fight when needed. I see no fault, I welcome such a name, I welcome the blood the fight, I am blood of Moto, it is known,” she says honestly.