Hahaha, howdy kiddies -.-; Lolo might remember my comment about posting something called 'Dear Shishou' if I couldn't get MD to progress. Well, there's this fight scene; and I call it a fight scene because there is a fight in it, and because it is fighting me every step of the way. I think I have half of the stuff after the fight written, and everything before, but - grr, I say, grr.
So you get a series of letters unsent instead. And a friendly reminder that RK ain't mine.
I don't know why I'm writing this, you probably don't want to hear from me anyway, and I doubt I'll be able to make myself send it.
I'm part of the Kiheitai, now, a small army of revolutionists loyal to Choshu. Many of the men here are farmers and laborers.
The others believe me to be a useless child, and often mock my size. I haven't practiced with any of them or talked to them often; I don't mind the inevitable teasing too much anymore but there are so many of them. I don't think I've seen this many people at once, outside of the festivals we used to go to, Shishou.
All of us have duties, helping to keep daily necessities running. The man in charge of assigning jobs seems to think I am too weak for any heavy task, and always assigns me after-meal clean up. There are worse jobs, I suppose.
We - Ah, I have to go. A leader has come today, and Takasugi-san wants me outside practicing.
I hope I can help. I don't understand why you didn't want me to go. The people should not be suffering!
I hope I can make a difference.