Nathan Algren

The trip into Tokyo itself had been quiet, to say the least. The arrival into Tokyo, on the other hand, escorted by at least a dozen Samurai on horseback, was an event to be remembered. Those who didn't scream and scatter from the streets lined up by the side of the road, bowing as the group of them made their way into the city.

Once they were there, Katsumoto had business of his own to see to, with the Emperor. Nathan, meanwhile, had to tend to his own. He'd been here to do a job, after all, and his duties were... Over, perhaps. He really had no desire to crush the Samurai rebellion. But he couldn't simply run away, either.

The military that he saw when he entered the training camp was definitely not the same one he'd left behind half a year ago.

Howitzers.

( I named mine Jericho... )

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( It was an unfortunate truth that taking care of business meant... )

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( Nathan was not a happy man... )

[NFB and NFI for distance and time. Preplayed with not_ironmaiden, who kills me ded with win. Large chunks of script lifted from The Last Samurai, and as such, there are spoilers within.]