Location:Kashima
The largest trading hub in the country, Kashima is located on the eastern shore of Rock Country and sees goods from most major and minor countries flow through it. A gigantic port, Kashima sees people wishing to come to and leave Rock Country in staggering amounts yearly with many factions setting up short term areas and leaving them once they've moved on.
Iwagakure’s skies were a pale blue while it graciously snowed upon its inhabitants. This day was a special occasion, even though the great military general Oda Nobunaga had this day documented for his conquest, another event was taking place elsewhere. Trees ornamented with lanterns & geisha traveling in groups could be seen entering dark allies.
After the death of Masamura Maido, the state of Iwagakure’s underworld quickly fluctuated into chaos & war broke out over distribution & substance. Amongst the powerful syndicates, there was council held in terms of who would take up the gaping hole that was left in its wake & negotiations were made to ensure a unified coronation between the great factions.
Caliban was the necessary fit to accomplish this goal, if it were not for Maido being the blueprint, one could almost say Caliban would have taken the hidden rock’s underworld by storm. Our protagonist in question was found in a private lounge accompanied by a few sentinels & naked women hopped up on psychedelics. Ryo & drugs lined the table while Caliban rested his head back and gazed aimlessly to the ceiling. Soaking in the misty smog from the incense in the room.
The samurai had a lot on his mind, after all, at these sorts of ceremonies someone always came to collect a body or two. Stepping into these kinds of shoes meant big responsibilities but a lot of heat on his shoulders. ”Make sure that Majin makes it here safely” Caliban exclaimed to what seemed like still air before a dozen silhouettes raced from the shadows. Today marked a new beginning for him, around this sort of year criminal activity was kept low & that meant the Nightingale’s business in the country wouldn’t draw the attention of the Tsuchikage, just the way Caliban liked it.
Amongst the room subtly draped down beautiful aerial silks, an expensive array of dancers that contorted their bodies while suspended with ribbons. The mafia had a way of going all out at these events, this is what particularly had the young samurai’s attention as one of the women slowly crawled & locked eyes with him. ”What kind of man are you.. Shuichi? Caliban said to himself as he slowly caressed his index finger down the ariealist’s cheek.