By Bishamonten's grace, I do hope all have survived the last battle. The city seems rather devoid of locals as of late. Even the small dinosaur which had once taken up residence in the kitchen is gone, as well. Battles can be harsh though surviving means recovery and restoration.
And with loss once again come new arrivals. I do wonder if Shingen-dono or Kasuga are among them.
And with loss once again come new arrivals. I do wonder if Shingen-dono or Kasuga are among them.
[ here, have a Kenshin drinking tea on his porch. ]
Many have gone as swiftly as they arrived. Perhaps this is the normal ebb and flow of such a place. My house has become one short, my neighbor gone as well. Such is life, filled with losses and gains, ups and downs much like the ebb and flow of a battlefield.
Though new faces have arrived, new names upon the contact list, not a one which I recognize. I find myself longing for word of Echigo or even the status of Japan, something to set my heart still. I shall simply continue to wait.
For those who know not of me, I am Uesugi Kenshin, daimyo of Echigo. A pleasure. May Bishamonten watch over you.
Many have gone as swiftly as they arrived. Perhaps this is the normal ebb and flow of such a place. My house has become one short, my neighbor gone as well. Such is life, filled with losses and gains, ups and downs much like the ebb and flow of a battlefield.
Though new faces have arrived, new names upon the contact list, not a one which I recognize. I find myself longing for word of Echigo or even the status of Japan, something to set my heart still. I shall simply continue to wait.
For those who know not of me, I am Uesugi Kenshin, daimyo of Echigo. A pleasure. May Bishamonten watch over you.