The Day of an Apprentice | YPA Log 3

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Masamune Fumis life gotten better with her new friends at her side, and she found herself smiling more as she'd meet them by the ramen cart day by day. Foreigners often visited and she'd find herself opening more, speaking to them as she'd work the gates and as time went on, she came to fill in her gear and boots properly, snug as she'd go on throughout her day. She'd come to know the Duhu, Tianrui Ren whenever she'd visit the teahouse, the man slipping her mooncakes in secret, the added treats helping to fill her cheeks further and giving her a healthy flush.

With her working the gates, she met a boy who just moved from Edn by the name of Oijin. Hitting it off relatively quick, the two fast became partners-in-crime, leading foreigners away where they'd enjoy the thrill of gambling.

It took some time for her to get used to. Her blood Chichi was a horrid gambler, betting away most if not all of the families savings when he was still alive and that inner turmoil she'd turn out like him lingered in the back of her mind near constantly.

But Oijin kept her stable.

A limit is kept to what was bet and as the risks heightened and the adrenaline flowed, she'd find she had a gift for winning these high-stakes games where one might just bet their entire life savings away for a mere chance.

The young girl soon didn't leave the older boys side, both never far apart from one another and as the friend group gradually grew, a decision was made. A home within the slums, an alright size but recently burnt down from someone thought to be a murderer is bought up cheap with minas gotten from their bets and they'd begin their journey of repairing the home little by little.

Floors are laid down with what little carpentry skills they had.

Fabric from the markets is bartered for and then strung about the backroom in a haven of plush blankets and pillows.

Blood is scrubbed away from the previous torture room making it into what would come to be known as the Clubhouse.

It took time and yet as the group worked together, it was repaired within months and soon they had a base of operations.

With a better day-to-day life, her performance improved in the military itself. Nearing sixteen years old, her boots thudded along the road with a newfound confidence even as her family life seemed to take a dip.

A commission is gotten and a favor done in return.

And as Nitohei Masamune Fumi arrived at the called upon award ceremony, they'd come to be Jotohei Masamune Fumi and her true journey began then, amid laughter, tears and plum wine snuck in the dark of night.