[Slokais]

The doors of the Dominion Place opened, officials, guards, and others cleared the way as two dozen Samurai of the Takeda Clan marched in their black armor covering every part of their bodies. Over their shoulders were fine and delicate long blades in a yellow cover, tied around the waists was a belt of various weapons, despite the weight of their cargo, they each carried themselves forward. Once they entered the throne room they took a deep bow towards the Sapa Huscar.
“Welcome to Huscar Sun,” he said through a translator
“Pleasure to have the honor of serving you”
“As you know I have many enemies, many people want to undermine my honor”
“I have heard the stories”
“Once your service is over, each of you will be paid handsomely”
“Tell us the targets, my lord” Kanji asked
But the Sapa Huscar waved towards the door and said something in Huscarian
“The Sapa Huscar asks that you visit the Kay Pacha and ask them for further information,” the translator said
The Sapa Huscar then slowly walked away, coughing after each breath. Advisors quickly let him into his private quarters and he disappeared from further sight.

Later that night, the Samurai sat on the floor of the spacious Conference Room given to them. A Puma Guard stood nearby helping them unload their bags
“I have heard many stories of your people, are they true?” he asked
“Only what is true, is true” Kanji responded
“So it's true, that you have pacts of honor” the guard replied excitedly
“It's deeper than that, it's a bond between brothers, tied together by the traditions of the Takeda Family”
“But someone of you doesn't look Sangsongan”
“Our brotherhood is open to anyone willing to honor thy blade, honor thy spirit, and honor the art of combat,” Kanji said as he loaded his sidearm
“So you use guns now?”
“Nothing says you can't use guns, it's rather if not used correctly they don't honor those who came before”
“Excuse me?”
“When you fire a bullet into a body, you are not one with the weapon but one with the cheap bullets used, so we produce ourselves from the same steel that makes or blades, that is our way” Kanji said before he stood up and walked away.

Supray walked into the town of Thanak Mayu, his clothes covered in mud, his face cut up. He turned to a stone house near the edge of town. He knocked on the door twice, and he was greeted by an old man in grey rags.
“Come in the drones will find you,” he said
Supray walked into a small room, in the center a firepit was surrounded by a dozen or so people. The old man introduced Supray to the room, a few gave him quick nods.
“How are the farms,” he asked
“The collection agents demand more and more every day,” one woman said
“And they're not afraid to take away the loud ones,” an older man said
“What do you mean by the loud ones,” Supray asked as he sat down
“The ones who want change, the news from around the country has been leaking in. People want change, we all want a New Huscar, but the police are coming by every day”
“You are not alone, around the country people are standing up,” Supray said as he drank a yellow soup
“You know that's boiled corn husks, right,” said the old man
“Then what's the meat, I taste?”
“Rat meat, caught some yesterday”
“Well, anyway we have the weapons, we just need your commitment that on May 1st you will be ready,” Supray said
“Oh we will be ready, been waiting for this moment my whole life”