"Well, sorta. The guy just showed up on a horse outside Sangonomiya one day and said he was called Honda Hiroyuki, so we figured he was definitely the Ox. You'll see why." "The hell do you mean by that?" "Everyone! We're arriving in Sangonomiya!"
Indeed, as you look outside, the green fields of northern Amatsu have been replaced with farmland. In front of them, a small town, with a winding road leading up to the walled compound called the Sangonomiya Estate, can be seen, the Kamisato Clan's flags flying all over the place. To one side, a market area can be seen, blacksmiths openly plying their trade, merchants unloading carts full of food, medicine and the like, and a few Kobayakawa pharmacists setting up stalls.In a small, fenced-off area to the side, a few Kamisato soldiers stand in a ring around another one of their fellows and an old man in armor, clearly muscled despite his thin frame, sparring. The old man's voice can be heard across the square, a triumphant roar as, despite being older than his opponent, he floors him with what appears to be an effortless sweep of his lance.
"Close, young man! Close! You have much to learn, my friend, but I'd be happy to help!"He pulls the soldier to his feet with a strong grip.
The wagons draw to a halt as a small entourage of Kamisato soldiers, led by a young man in Kamisato heraldry, approaches the wagons. The young man places a fist to his chest and bows. The Cursed who do not already know him can sense it; he's the Snake.
"Greetings, my comrades. It's good to see my friends have made it here safe. To those of you who don't know me, allow me to welcome you to my family's territory. My name is Kamisato Kensuke, first son of Kamisato Renji, and representative of the Kamisato Clan. It is an honor to meet you all. Please, feel free to make Sangonomiya your home for the moment. It is not much, but we will offer it to you as honored guests."