[center][h1][color=Lavender]Osuushi, Senhime[/color][/h1]
[h2]Million Threads[/h2][/center]


As expected, Tsukiko met her suggestion with a certain level of aggression. While the commander herself wasn’t particularly intimidated by the display, it certainly wasn’t doing her any favors in the likeability department. To be fair, though, there was wisdom in Tsukiko’s words.Crossing her arms under her chest, Senhime let out a sigh. [color=Lavender]”I’ll admit that my leadership still leaves a lot to be desired. Bringing together the disparate groups of the Jiyutai was a task in and of itself, if I’m being honest. But you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t lord over this army with an iron fist like Hamajo does his own.”[/color] she remarked. Sometimes she missed not having any responsibility other than running missions by herself. While she was confident that she was doing at leat a half-decent job so far, she knew that going from what was once deemed to be a one-woman army to the head of an entire organization was a rather large shift in how she operated. 

[color=Lavender]”I placed them in your care because I know that you have something I don’t. I’ll trust that your methods will adequately prepare them for the task ahead, but be aware that I am expecting you to produce actual results. You might not care too much, but these are still children. Call it sentimentality, but I’m still on the fence as to whether or not smacking them around is the best way to achieve any progress.”[/color] Senhime stated, now heading towards the exit of the room. Perhaps she would’ve had a different outlook on the matter if she didn’t have Akumako around. In a way, the presence of her little sister might have kept her from becoming like Tsukiko. Though, those struck down by the Million Threads might not have seen the two very differently. 

Before leaving, the commander looked over her shoulder, pondering the options that Tsukiko had posed to her in regards to the table. [color=Lavender]”Hm~. The Unfettered’s insignia would fit rather well, wouldn’t it?”[/color] she chimed, answering the woman’s question before dipping out of sight to go find Akumako, only to be informed during her walk that the younger Osuushi sister had blown up a table. [color=Lavender][i]”Ara ara~. We really can’t have anything nice around here, can we?”[/i][/color]

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[center][h2]Two Weeks Later[/h2]
Amegakure
[i]Hamajo-day[/i][/center]

Two weeks had passed like a blur as the preparations for the assault on the Hamajo Monument were made. And now was the moment of truth. The center of the village was filled with the citizens gathered in front of the monument, awaiting the speech that was to be given by the Blue Voice, and the following celebratory proceedings. In a few moments, the Jiyuna no Guntai’s strike teams would spring their attack, with the Statue Occupation team having hopefully devised a plan to clear out any civilians within range of the statue. It would be an even greater uphill battle, if not an entirely impossible one, to gain the support of the commonfolk if they screwed up and ended up harming civilians in this display of the Jiyutai’s might. 

Gazing upon the crowd from a distance was the Commander of the Jiyuna no Guntai herself, Senhime of the Million Threads. Perched atop a building, the horned woman rested a hand on her hip while the other gripped her trusty nodachi, the blade still tucked neatly into its sheath. Though, if their limited intelligence were to believe, it would not be long before Shurakumo would need to see the light of day. Turning to look at those accompanying her on the building , Senhime smiled at the members of the Statue Occupation team. [color=Lavender]”Well, now’s the moment you’ve all prepared for. The other team should be moving now, so I think it’s about time that you all make your grand entrance.”[/color] she chimed, winking at Akumako, Seichiro and Maema, who were all wearing custom-made cloaks. The commander turned her attention back to the statue and raised a hand in its direction. Without a second’s delay, three white strings fired from her fingertips, punching into the statue’s torso. Senhime checked the tautness of the makeshift zip-lines as she watched some of the crowd react with confusion at the sight of the faintly glowing strings that marred the statue’s visage. [color=Lavender]”Your chariot awaits~.”[/color] she purred, signalling for the three that they were good to go. 

There were certainly going to be targets that Senhime herself would have to look out for. The Blue Voice for one. And, while she was sure that President Hamajo himself wouldn’t show himself (not immediately, anyway), there were also key players like Yamato Minamoru to consider. If it weren’t abundantly clear before that the assault on the Hamajo Monument, and the Hamajo-day festival as a whole, was a gargantuan task, it would be made apparent very soon.