The Emperor's Sword

[Saikamercenarys]

Matome's mind wandered, it was surreal. As himself and the higher ranking Admirals filed into the room he thought back to his family's farm once again on Planet Kyushu. Vast expanses of open space, splotched with rice pattys, cherry blossoms, and every sort of beautiful and pretty plant. The air a cool temperature, humidity at times during the wet seasons could get to a person, but in the end it all paid off with the blossoming of the pink flowers. Their petals delicate, falling in unison with one another as the year passed and they faded into memory. He snapped back to his current predicament as he noticed several of the men in the room jump to attention when the entourage entered. He nodded to them and waved to them to sit, they did. The Shogun and Daichi took seats towards the head of the table, the head being now vacant. Eerily silent as the remaining staff filed in. Matome had the taste of humidity linger in his mouth for a moment as the memory of his home finally passed.

"Gentlemen. I take it you know why we are here, I would like to begin this meeting by stating that we are in no worse a position than what we were before. An Empire is not built around one man, but many. Our one Sacred Emperor Jien Kogen's passing must not lower our morale anymore than the passing of the Cherry Blossoms Flowers. He was a great man, do not think to say I would downplay his achievements and his tactical wit, yet his place now is to rest with the ancestors. Bless His soul and theirs."

Ugaki turned to Daichi and gave a firm nod. He wondered if this younger Kogen could arise a passion within those in the room just as the old one did. Would he be charismatic... or would he fall flat. Only time would answer the ultimate question of if he could weather leadership.

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