When Clans Collide
Hanzo and his bleedin' army can't get their dew beaters here soon enough for my likin'. I'm ready to snatch the scroll an' hop on the next ship back to Limsa.
It is time, Forename. The army of the Kagekakushi clan marches on Yanxia even as we speak.
Princess Yuki keeps watch from afar, and she says their numbers are legion. We must gather our brothers and sisters of the village and make toward the Ruby Sea to meet them head-on.
There is one thing, however, that does not sit well with me. As Princess Yuki tells it, there is no sign of Lord Hanzo among the advancing army.
Though we met only the once, he does not strike me as a man who would stay home and let others fight his battles. He is surely plotting something, but what? Have you any ideas, Forename?
|He comes from the Steppe.||He would strike at our blind spot.|
But of course! He means to circle around and cross over to Yanxia by way of the Azim Steppe, catching us from behind!
And yet, our foe vastly outnumbers us. We simply cannot afford to spread our forces thinner than they already are.
If Hanzo means to sneak through the back door undetected, like as not he comes alone. I would trust the defense of the Steppe to you. Go in safety, friend, and may the kami smile on us today.
Can't speak for you, but “gettin' caught between two squabblin' ninja clans” wasn't high on my to-do list. Still, we're on this ship together, so might as well see the voyage through to the end, I reckon. If that Hanzo shows up, grabble his half of the scroll for me, will ye?
Pardon me, my girl... I seem to have lost my way. Could you show an old man to Plum Spring? Heh heh...
Clearly you're not as stupid as your friends. But it is too late. The scroll has returned to the hand of its rightful owner, and everything proceeds according to my plan.
As expected, Doman ninjutsu was a sad sight to behold. Where Sasuke's sorry get struggle to wield three mudra, the jonin of the Kagekakushi command four with ease.
Bunshin-no-jutsu─so we call it in the Hingan tongue. Mirrors, and mirrors of mirrors─in a matter of moments, my few loyal men appeared from afar to be a legion.
With all but a few abandoning the village to meet the challenge of my “army,” it was simple enough to put on the guise of the old man and walk out with what was rightfully mine.
That is the difference between a true shinobi and the Doman whoresons who dishonor our name with their very existence.
But the dishonor ends today. At long last, I shall wipe the earth of the sons of Sasuke the Shamed─the thief who stole my great ancestor's knowledge and consigned our proud clan to ruin.
I should not waste my time with a false shinobi such as you. And yet there is a sharpness─an edge─in your technique that your Doman friends lack. Yes, you should make a fine test for my newfound powers...!
Come, great beast! Hanzo the Hidden, descendant of your first master, bids you come!
Thumpity thump thump, thumpity thump thump...
What─? What is the meaning of this!?
So fearsome, their floppy ears! So terrifying, their sharply protruding teeth! The audience gasps in horror!
You! I killed you!
Ahahaha! I thought you sharper than that, my friend! There was some resemblance around the eyes, I'll admit, but the real me is so much more handsome!
The lordling is dumbfounded! So stubbornly proud was he of his precious fourth mudra. Never in a million years did it occur to him that my Master Gekkai had mastered the same technique─a technique he imparted to me.
Oh, and if those lovely little creatures thumping about you didn't give it away, that scroll in your hands is quite fake. I couldn't very well let forbidden knowledge fall into the wrong hands, now could I?
Though you only succeeded in killing my mirror, you did try to kill me. I really didn't appreciate that.
My poor little chick. You always end up doing the dirty work, don't you?
But worry not─for this time, at your side stands not Oboro the dim or some two-gil rogues, but the most stylishly lethal shinobi this realm has ever seen! What say we cut this self-important sop down to size?
You dare mock me...? Your every breath brings shame to the ancestors of our art─my ancestors. You will pay for your insolence. Come!
Begin duty battle.
Let the show begin! And it won't be a happy ending for you.
You are not worthy of calling yourself shinobi.
You cannot strike what you cannot see!
Quiver in fear before my might!
You call that ninjutsu? Witness the true skill of a master!
Gah! Just die already, you unworthy mongrels!
Ngh! I cannot fail...to the likes of...you...
End duty battle.
You've come far, my little chick! I daresay you could teach the dim one a lesson or two.
Spare Oboro the details─I have a reputation to uphold, after all─but it was rather exhilarating to fight on the same side for once. We really should do it again sometime. Till we meet again, exit our hero─stage right!
What's this you say? Karasu still lives!?
Ahahaha! I knew the slippery bird had another trick up his sleeves!
All's well what ends well, eh? Seems that Karasu fellow was a right bene cove after all. Reckon yer lucky to have a friend like him.
Lucky!? For all the trouble he put us through, I would sooner have a thousand archenemies!
Ye'll be pleased to know we made short work of the Kagekakushi “army.” Soon as we realized they was mostly smoke an' mirrors, it weren't long afore we milled what was left of 'em.
We could not have done it without you, Forename. You are the savior of our village. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
And we can rest easy, knowing that half of the forbidden scroll is safely back in our hands. But if the half Karasu gave to Hanzo at the Isle of Bekko was a fake, that means...
Curse it all─that confounded crow!
My duty is clear: I must pursue Karasu and recover the scroll. Tsubame, pray tell the elders that I will be returning to Eorzea for the foreseeable future. Do not mention Karasu's name─remember, the official story is that the “traitor” is long since dead.
Do not worry, Oboro. I will see that the elders leave you alone, as I always do.
Sharpened up a bit, haven't ye, lad? Now, if ye don't mind, I'll be takin' the false scroll back with me to Limsa.
If even that Hanzo couldn't whiddle the difference, ol' Carvallain and the Krakens aren't like to know any benar.
Forename, Oboro─it was my honor to lend my blade to your cause. I wish I could have cut down a few more of Hanzo's henchmen, but oh well...I suppose one can't have it all.
Now, I must return home to─hells, I've forgotten Akagi! The poor fool's probably tearing the realm upside down looking for me. I must be off, friends!
The mort keeps ye on yer toes, I'll give her that. An' with that, I'd best be movin' my dew beaters as well.
Then I, too, shall take my leave. My friends, it was as ever an honor to fight by your side.
Forename. If you are not in a hurry to return to your adventures, I would have a word with you. Pray meet me at the storehouse upon your return to La Noscea.
Ah, Forename. Thank you for coming. I have been reflecting on recent events, and contemplating what it means to walk the path of a shinobi. I know you to be the contemplative sort as well, so I would share with you my thoughts.
When I first came to Eorzea, I thought only of fulfilling the duty entrusted to me by my elders. It would be no exaggeration to say that it was my sole purpose in life.
Meeting you, learning the truth of Master Gekkai from Karasu─these experiences changed me. In the end, I forsook my duty in favor of following my own heart. I faced my old master in combat, and slew him for his treachery.
Even after that, I remained here in Eorzea to follow my own sense of duty. But even though I believed in the path I had chosen, in my heart of hearts a part of me was unsure. Is my true home not my village? Is my true duty not to the brothers and sisters I left behind?
I have pondered time and again the story of Master Sasuke as told by the old hermit, and at long last...it is clear to me.
Master Sasuke could have returned home after freeing the people of Doma from the tyrant's reign─in fact, one could say it was his duty to do so. Instead he chose to remain there, and founded the village where I was raised.
This was not his duty─at the very least, not a duty tasked to him by his master, Hanzo the First, but rather a cause he took up of his own accord. In this sense, I cannot blame the descendants of the Kagekakushi from viewing him as little more than a dishonorable renegade worthy of scorn.
Nevertheless, Master Sasuke was willing to forsake his legacy and the recognition of his people to follow a path that he truly believed in. I have no intention of abandoning my village entirely, but I, too, would follow in ancestor's footsteps─in my own humble way.
My first mission that I have given myself is to track down Karasu, and bring the stolen scroll back to the village where it belongs. He is ever an elusive bird, and the task will not be easy, but I welcome the challenge.
But forgive me, Forename─I have rambled on enough. You have proven yourself to be a true shinobi, and more than that, a true friend. I look forward to the day when we can stand together once more.
This concludes the ninja quests for FINAL FANTASY XIV: Stormblood. In order to undertake the next series of quests, you must first meet the following requirements:
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