Wandering Through the Rice Fields

As Nobutoshi ate, he watched Yasahiro, preparing to move if he was signaled to. 
“Something happened,” Nobutoshi thought as he noticed Yasahiro’s expression change. An instant later he heard Yasahiro call out. Nobutoshi was already on edge, so as soon as he heard the urgent voice he ducked down and put his arms over his head, feeling the blade scratch his right arm. He quickly moved out of the booth and took a step back, analyzing the situation. The patrons were panicking and practically stampeding to the door. Luckily for them the woman didn’t seem to have any interest in them. 
“Damn, looks like there’s no chance of slipping out with the crowd now,” Nobutoshi thought as he watched the last of the patrons exit. Now the only people left in the room were Nobutoshi, Yasahiro and the mysterious woman.
She didn’t seem to be in any rush to attack them so Nobutoshi decided to use this brief pause to gather some information.
“Who are you,” Nobutoshi asked, although he already suspected the answer, “and why did you attack me?” 
The woman gave a slightly crazy smile. “A clever boy like you should know exactly why I’m here, but I’ll tell you anyways. I’m here to kill you of course. The family whose boy you killed put a nice bounty on your head, dead or alive in fact.”
“Damn it she just exposed me,” Nobutoshi thought as he quickly glanced over to Yasahiro.  “I could either make a break for it now and try to leave this place as fast as possible, or I could try to explain myself to Yasahiro. Both options don’t look too good, but I don’t think I have any chance of getting past that blade without help.” 
“First of all don’t make it seem like I murdered some innocent child,” Nobutoshi said to the woman, trying to act tough. “He was 18, the same as me, and he had been a childhood bully. Plus it wasn’t just some random murder, it was a religious sacrafise to the great god Jashin!” As he finished his sentence he pulled his necklace out from under his shirt. 
“Yeah whatever,” the bounty hunter said indifferently. “I couldn’t care less about the details of your crime, I’m just here to kill you. And as for you lord Komekage, I suggest you leave. I have no reason to fight you.” 
“Wait what did she say?” Nobutoshi thought, surprised. “Lord Komekage? Isn’t kage the term used for leaders of ninja villages? So does that mean this is a ninja village, and I was eating with the leader of it?”
“Anyways enough chit chat,” the woman said as she leveled her sword, “it’s time to die!” She then started charging forwards at Nobutoshi while screaming “Let’s see your stupid blood god protect you know!”
This was the last straw for Nobutoshi, he felt his blood start rushing and then a weird feeling in his eyes. 
“How dare you insult lord Jashin!” He yelled angrily at the incoming enemy. 
Then next Nobutoshi knew, the woman was standing there with her sword through his chest. 
“Damn it, I lost my cool again,” Nobutoshi thought as he looked at the sword in his chest with annoyance. 
“Ow this really hurts,” Nobutoshi said to the woman as she looked at him dumbfounded.
“How are you not dead, that should have pierced your heart?”
“Wait a minute, how am I not dead?” Nobutoshi thought as he looked at the blood spilling from his chest. 
“Lord Jashin must have rewarded me for being such an obedient follower!” Nobutoshi cried out, elated. “Thank you for this gift oh great lord Jashin! I will take this unbeliever down in your name!” As he finished talking, Nobutoshi grabbed the sword and pulled it out of the chest, then out of the hands of the stunned bounty hunter. 
“Now,” Nobutoshi said with a malicious grin, “it’s time for Jashin to receive his payments." Weaponless and now against a seemingly immortal opponent, the bounty hunter turned tail and fled, dashing out of the restaurant and into the streets. 
“Oh no you don’t!” Nobutoshi cried out with glee, his new sword in his hand. Nobutoshi would then start to chase after the woman, waving his sword and yelling like the maniac he is.
[WC=718]
[TWC=2850]

"Nobutoshi, wait" a once absent authority leaked into the Komekage's tone. "Let her go."

In a rare case of inaction and complete shock, the samurai had watched his erstwhile companion take a sword to the chest like it was nothing and even go so far as to then sling threats at his would-be assailant. Now, however, the Komekage's words would reach out across the room just before the crazed Nobutoshi exited the building. Having to account for a dead body in his streets—whether it be Nobutoshi or his assassin—did not sound like the most enjoyable experience in the world and would result in a lot of paperwork—everything seemed to require paperwork of some kind when one ran a village.

"She won't be back," he stood up sheathing his half-drawn blade. "And I can't have you running about my village blade drawn chasing a shadow."

With a few strides, and assuming Nobutoshi had not hurried out into the street, Yasahiro stood by his side.

"Put the sword away and then perhaps we should talk about what really brought you here."

Once more the samurai's hand found its way to his blade. Habit, it seemed, no longer played any part in his actions, however. Rather, his actions came from an abundance of caution. It wasn't every day that one witnessed one walk away from being stabbed and babbling about a blood god of some sort of another. No, it simply wouldn't do to let one's guard down around one who, naught more than five minutes ago, appeared exceptionally normal; strange how quickly one could change in the face of adversity.
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TWC: 2139

Silence.

Perhaps a few years ago Nobutoshi would have found himself on the wrong side of the Komekage's blade by now. However, the samurai's flight from the Land of Iron had long since tempered such tendencies towards a more immediate form of justice. After all, how could he condemn someone for the same crime he himself was guilty of?

"Nobutoshi," Yasahiro spoke slowly, turning each word over in his head before saying it. "I recommend you keep that to yourself in the future; it may not be taken as kindly by others."

He eased his hand off the hilt of his blade.

"And I trust you have no such ritualistic designs on any of Tanbogakure's citizens?"

The samurai's eyes narrowed as he waited for a response, and his body tensed in anticipation. To cut a murder's life short precluded any and all chance of redemption, not an idea that the man found particularly appealing. If the Komekage had a shot at redemption then surely Nobutoshi should be afforded the same chance—unless, of course, he made the unfortunate choice to sate his bloodlust with the innocent and undeserving. Then, well, he would quickly find death to be preferable.
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TWC: 2337

"I may have a few things that you could help with," the Komekage's voice remained steady. "For now, however, you should find an inn and get yourself cleaned up."

Blood stained the ground around where Nobutoshi had been stabbed, and somewhere in the back room, he could just make out the shuffling of nervous feet—there wouldn't be any way to get around the paperwork now. That said, by some blessing, no one had lost their lives in the incident, so there was some silver lining to be seen. Nonetheless, the samurai had his work cut out for him and, for some reason, he doubted he wouldn't be getting back to his bed before long after dark.

"Go down the street and take a right," he continued. "The inn will be hard to miss. Tell the innkeeper that Yasahiro Yagami sent you, and they'll make sure you are well accommodated."

Taking a breath, he turned and took the first steps towards the back room—he'd have to smooth this whole thing over with the waitstaff.

"Oh," he called over his shoulder. "Also, try not to get stabbed again."

And with that, the Komekage disappeared into the back room.
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[Exit]
TWC: 2535
+374 words towards fully learning Genjutsu specialty (other training found here),
1875/1875 to learn A-rank Earth Shaker
+286 words to the void, never to be seen again

Note: max stat discount was used above

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