Home in the Hills

After procuring a half a dozen horses, Shogun had taken the lead one, and begun riding. The other horses instinctively followed his, and it wasn't long until they were into his mountains. He have a whilstle as the neared, and it echoed around the nearby mountains.

He dismounted at his house, and after tying the horse to a stake in the ground, he entered. He had a multitude of weapons lining the walls, and there wasn't a one of them that he didn't know how to use. He found his saddle bags, of which he had lots. he reason for this was so that if some broke, he had spares until one of his rare trips into town. He was thankful for that now, as he began to fill them with swords, bows, arrows, spears, pikes and many other various forms of old-style weaponry. He quickly had everything packed, filling almost all of his saddlebags. He had a couple left over, into which he packed his armour and other personal items.

He stepped back out of the house, and saw that his whistle had been answered. His horse had come running up, and was grazing with the others. His was the biggest, and definately stronger than the others. It had been raised as a war horse, and his ancestors had been using this horse's family as steeds for as long as anyone knew. This horse was the last of its line of warhorses, just like he was the last of his line of samurai.

Shogun swiftly attached the full saddlebags to the horses, and they were soon all kitted up. He got onto his horse, and began riding. He could sense the other horses running as well, all following his. He lead them back down the hillside, and was soon approaching the city.

He rode all the way back to the arena, hoping that the two women would be there.