The Will of Kato Oro

[Dyl 2088]

 

The Will of Kato Oro

 

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If you are reading this, then I, the great Kato Oro, am dead! About damn time death finally caught me, I’ve been flirting with her for decades now! But I am content with how I have lived. In my lifetime, I have achieved far more than I had ever dreamed of. I, a nameless orphan, with nothing to my name, somehow ended up a noble and the head of a clan! Can you imagine that? I couldn’t and still have trouble thinking about it. But before I go, I wish to impart some lessons on you youngsters. Some knowledge from your Ojisan.

 

Live with passion children. Whatever you do, make sure that spark is there. That flame will carry you far, it will be your light when you are lost. And when the drive starts to die down, that spark will reignite it. For me, I had two passions. The first was music, you know I never wanted to be a samurai. My Oyaji, Oijin, nominated me for the trials and I did not want to disappoint him. I still hope I haven’t disappointed him with my life path, but I suppose I’ll get to ask him soon enough! Music for me was comforting, it was what put my mind at ease. Playing my shamisen in city after city, letting my music be heard by the world was the dream and they’re memories I still cherish. The second great passion was smithing, taught to me by Oijin. Smithing presented another canvas for me to play around with. I could create fantastic works of art here as well, and both music and smithing helped shape me. Live with passion, and it’ll reward you greatly. 

 

The second great lesson I have is to walk with honour. Understand that your word has meaning. Do not hand it out so easily and understand that when an oath is made, it must be upheld. As a samurai, I took an oath to defend Kurai-Kuni and live by the Bushido Code. To falter on both of these oaths would have been an insult to my elders, and to you all, the remaining samurai and the ones to come after. I viewed myself as the worst samurai, but I would gladly die to defend my home and the people within. Remember to honour your oaths, they are worth their weight in gold.

 

The third great lesson is to honour and love your family. As a boy, I had no family. No mother or father to look after me. The slums raised me and taught me how to live. It was not until my grandfather Oijin took me in as a retainer that I learned what family was. Had he not, I am sure I would have grown into a criminal. A thief or murderer was surely the destination had he not taken me in. The Kato Clan was one of the greatest treasures ever bestowed upon me. Head my words, family will be your shield and sword when the time comes. Cherish and love them, for it is them who will be the first to go to war for you, and they will be the last ones to leave your side when it’s all said and done.

 

I’ve lived a great life, one filled with tremendous highs and deep lows. Many regrets linger in my mind and many triumphs repeat themselves. I am content with how I lived and think I did my best where I could. To all of Kurai-Kuni, the Samurai, Marines, and citizens, thank you for welcoming me in and standing by me. 

 

Uncle O Jr. out

Several letters were sent out, arriving to people by birds.

 

Ena 

Spoiler

I hope I have done well to guide the clan, I was not the most present father figure, but I did my best to guide you and your siblings in the right direction. I may not be with you anymore, but do not fret, you have others to guide and to seek guidance from. You are a greater samurai and warrior than I could have ever hoped to be, and I do believe you will be a greater Clan Head as well. I leave you Kintaro, my katana, and other things. It is my hope it finds a suitable wielder, one who will dedicate themselves to learning that blade. That weapon has been one of our treasures for decades, I do not wish for it to gain rust. 

 

Do me a favor Ena, plan my funeral. I do not wish for it to be a sad occasion. It is my wish that my funeral be a celebration, a party even! Laughter is to fill the room, not sadness! I will haunt you all if my funeral is one of mourning. Save your tears for when you chop onions, or when it is time to pay taxes! 

 

Enkai

Spoiler

It is good you have reignited your flame. I was sad to see it go out. You are a greater smith than I, it is evident in the passion and effort that bleeds into your work. You are one truly worthy of the title of blacksmith and it is you who will keep the Zaibatsu alive. If you believed I was sad you did not get samurai, don’t be. I wished for you to take a clear direction, and to be clear about it. In truth Enkai, I only accepted samurai to keep our clan alive. I did not believe myself worthy of the position, and in some ways I admire that you were able to reject it. 

 

There is a book for you, read it. It will take your forging to another level. I gained this book upon my predecessor’s passing and now I pass it to you. I hope you will pass it on as well. I have a request of you as well Enkai, after my funeral is conducted, please craft my ashes into a blade for the clan. In death, I hope to aid the clan, please give me the honour of this.

 

Also Enkai. . . some people might come by to collect on missed payments. Apparently I did have some kids back when I was a bard. I guess the grandkids and great-grandkids are coming to collect. Good luck!

 

Koukai

Spoiler

Chase samurai, should you desire it. I believe you hold the speck of greatness that has flashed in all of our eyes. That blade on your naginata is meant for a katana, I do hope it is returned to that state. Look at your father and be better than him. That is a challenge from me to you. Succeed!

 

Daisuke

Spoiler

I pray you still live, and I am sorry I did nothing to prevent your fall. You were my original pick to succeed me. As a child, you were rowdy and steadfast, I believed these traits suitable for a warrior and defender. I needed to be more present, it is my greatest failure that you became what you are. I hope you find a way to cure yourself of your ailment. Return to your brother’s side, he may not know it, but he does need you.

 

Emiko

Spoiler

You are probably dead, but I am saddened that you abandoned me. You were truly the only woman I had ever loved. When you disappeared on me, it broke me. That very day, I swore off marriage. I am afraid to admit it, but I spent my time surrounded by women while I was a bard. It is shameful behavior for one of my station, but it is the truth. I hope you can forgive me.

 

Leithril

Spoiler

My good friend, I appreciate the journeys and adventures we’ve had. I wish you great success and I am sorry I cannot accompany you anymore. Be careful old friend, for I am not there to watch your back anymore. Who am I kidding? You watch your own back, you and your brethren within the Covenant. Stay safe, and give them my regards.

 

LandSkar

Spoiler

Rock on my friends, your passion and soul will carry to the ends of the earth. You all play with such passion that far amasses my own. You never needed me, I simply wished to tag along for the ride and do what I could for your growth. I will miss you all, write a good song about me will you?

 

Princess Joan

Spoiler

Good luck in the future, I have done my best to advise you and push you towards your goals. Of all the people I’ve guided, you are by far one of the most interesting. Your goals and views puzzled me at first, and I needed to see if standing by you would prove worth. I am glad that it did. I only wish we had become friends earlier in my life. Visit my grave sometime and share your stories and adventures.

 

 

ooc:

if u wanted a letter and i forgot, my bad. Oro Oro was fun but his story is over. . . onto the next!

[Inkthorn 1433]

"I am the Shogun, " he whispers. "I knew it." An af Brasca is at it again.

[Hiccup392 724]

Hardly were gilded halls so quiet, for those few that stood against Chaos. Yet here, another Kato had gone on their way, another piece of a collective's past shattered. Allotted mourning would be had before the Covenant might continue on as they once had, but their gardens would find a ring bound to silvered branches.

 

:(

[ferdaboy 3472]

Sir Owyn cried profusely, soiling himself in his grief. He knew not what to do anymore, he knew not what he was without Kato Oro.

[Silly Zero 93]

A deep blue glow would come from the slits of the kitsune mask the small Kato Sorvian would wear. Even with the smile that it would show, it was not what Tassei would feel internally. Even if they didn't understand what death was entirely, the death of their own family member would be very upsetting. They had met Oro once during a fishing trip and they knew this was coming but they really did want to make Oro something nice before his passing.

 

Tassei would think about their Otousan with what he would say, feel, or anything. What in reality COULD the small sorvian do in this situation? Regardless, they had many questions for Enkai about Oro as they knew almost nothing about him. Perhaps they could find something to put at his shrine for when they make one for him.

 

Anyways, Tassei would run off after hearing the news to go to Enkai to figure out what to make for their passing family member.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Oro's nephew Ena felt his fingers upon the letter's writing he'd receive. It did not come as a surprise but as something expected. It didn't lessen the blow any further though. So much left unsaid between the two. But such was life. Ena remembered working the forge as a blind youth bumping into everything at the workshop as he tried aiding his uncle in various smithing and automaton projects.

 

"It is a great request of me to laugh when your life had ended, but for you I will celebrate the life you lived, rest easy Ojisan." He spoke to the letter.

[kruurk 47]

this one goes out to a real one

 

 

[Cally 1080]

Somewhere, a Won-In woman seeks comfort for the loss of the man who believed in her wholly first. Such sentiments starting with grief, and ended with it too.

[trinn 5128]

"The world is moving faster than I'd like." 

 

The Imperial Princess brooded, finding herself within the bearings of a Church for the first in many years. Joan and Oro-Oro, or the Father Zeno as she had known him, had met in proper within one, afterall. A strange priest, and later known as an even stranger man. There was seldom any in her life who had given more than they had taken; Zeno had been the only company she kept that have had asked nothing for her nor her station.

 

" ... For a virtuous man, Zeno, why did you keep my poor company?" 

 

 

 

[latte 2238]

“Oro-Oro you copycat!” complained Hina, who died not even a year before.