InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Art of War ❯ The Battle of Bun'ei ( Chapter 5 )
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By: SSHikage 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 302 | Status: Work In Progress
The Lost Art of War
By Sasori and Shiro Hikage
By Sasori and Shiro Hikage
AN: I want to thank whoever nominated my story for A Single Spark’s Best Action/Adventure, this chapter, which I hope you’ll enjoy, is for you.
Chapter 4: The Battleof Bun’ei
“Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected.”
-Excerpt from Sun Tzu’s Art of War.
“My mother defeated the Mongols when they invaded the first time…”Sesshoumaru started; Kagome avidly listening from her place at the other side of the table.
Southern Lands, HatakaBay; November 20, 1274
Blood had not polished her claws for nearly a century, and she was antsy. It had been several decades since she returned to find her bed and home infiltrated by filthy ningen whores. With no conduit for her jealous induced rage she was delighted when the news of an impending invasion reached her ears. Her son was not due back from training for another season, and her mate was too preoccupied making the disgraceful harlots at castle moan to take notice. She would handle it.
The avaricious Qubilai Khan apparently decided to attack the southern lands. It was rumored that he had gained alliances in Koreaand the Continent, tripling the amount of soldiers. It wouldn’t matter though; most of the soldiers were foolish humans that joined the campaign at a glance of a coin.
The Lord of the South’s request for aid had reached the castle a day ago; though there was little doubt that the Shikken was the actual sender, the young Lord of the South was a puppet to the Hôjô clan after all. Instead of sending a response she left the palace immediately, pausing only to retrieve her beloved So’unga from the armory.
When she arrived the following morning, the battle had already begun.
Volleys of the Mongolian army’s arrows rained upon the ranks unable to protect themselves. In the distance she heard the children of the lowly samurai village crying, for even in youth they that knew their fathers were lost. She could hear their mothers whisper lies and promises of victory; pathetic and hopeful.
Chapter 4: The Battleof Bun’ei
“Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected.”
-Excerpt from Sun Tzu’s Art of War.
“My mother defeated the Mongols when they invaded the first time…”Sesshoumaru started; Kagome avidly listening from her place at the other side of the table.
Southern Lands, HatakaBay; November 20, 1274
Blood had not polished her claws for nearly a century, and she was antsy. It had been several decades since she returned to find her bed and home infiltrated by filthy ningen whores. With no conduit for her jealous induced rage she was delighted when the news of an impending invasion reached her ears. Her son was not due back from training for another season, and her mate was too preoccupied making the disgraceful harlots at castle moan to take notice. She would handle it.
The avaricious Qubilai Khan apparently decided to attack the southern lands. It was rumored that he had gained alliances in Koreaand the Continent, tripling the amount of soldiers. It wouldn’t matter though; most of the soldiers were foolish humans that joined the campaign at a glance of a coin.
The Lord of the South’s request for aid had reached the castle a day ago; though there was little doubt that the Shikken was the actual sender, the young Lord of the South was a puppet to the Hôjô clan after all. Instead of sending a response she left the palace immediately, pausing only to retrieve her beloved So’unga from the armory.
When she arrived the following morning, the battle had already begun.
Volleys of the Mongolian army’s arrows rained upon the ranks unable to protect themselves. In the distance she heard the children of the lowly samurai village crying, for even in youth they that knew their fathers were lost. She could hear their mothers whisper lies and promises of victory; pathetic and hopeful.
~
She watched with silent amusement as the samurai of the little village exhausted themselves. They had been fighting with foreign youkai and ningen since daybreak, and both sides had begun to grow weary.
The manipulative snake and his entourage of burly bodyguards had yet to make an appearance, though he usually avoided life-threatening situations in favor of having others weaken the enemy for him before attacking himself. She would strike with the night with or without the regent.
Many had fallen, drenching sand with the results of their defeat. The salty waters swept over the departed then retreated; the blood of warriors washing past the anchored fleet to entice the predators that lurked beyond the bay. The hoarse wailing of the injured and dying wove a gruesome melody when joined with the clashing of steel, singing of arrows and crash of the waves on the shore. Ningen and youkai alike lay scattered and forgotten; their souls relinquishing their impermanent shells and resigning from the mortal realm to rest eternally in hell.
In the cover of darkness she slipped from the shadows, the winds howling in warning as she approached. Resplendent, her frosty hair whipped furiously around her, shrouding her from the shadows that fell upon the perished.
Only the strong and foolish remained on the beach, the wise had long ago retreated to their ships. They would all fall by her hand.
Xue Fang’s malicious smile brought fear upon all that still lived as she drew So’unga from its scabbard. Her first prey hadn’t the chance to blink before his body was free of a head. Honeyed eyes that held the promise of a thousand painful deaths shifted restlessly to her next set victims.
The blood of her enemy had showered her red, and she imagined it was their blood that fell upon her like warm summer rains. She imagined it was the cries of his concubines, not the soldiers that screamed in torment; her fang announcing their mortality as it slid effortlessly through their chiseled forms.
The manipulative snake and his entourage of burly bodyguards had yet to make an appearance, though he usually avoided life-threatening situations in favor of having others weaken the enemy for him before attacking himself. She would strike with the night with or without the regent.
Many had fallen, drenching sand with the results of their defeat. The salty waters swept over the departed then retreated; the blood of warriors washing past the anchored fleet to entice the predators that lurked beyond the bay. The hoarse wailing of the injured and dying wove a gruesome melody when joined with the clashing of steel, singing of arrows and crash of the waves on the shore. Ningen and youkai alike lay scattered and forgotten; their souls relinquishing their impermanent shells and resigning from the mortal realm to rest eternally in hell.
In the cover of darkness she slipped from the shadows, the winds howling in warning as she approached. Resplendent, her frosty hair whipped furiously around her, shrouding her from the shadows that fell upon the perished.
Only the strong and foolish remained on the beach, the wise had long ago retreated to their ships. They would all fall by her hand.
Xue Fang’s malicious smile brought fear upon all that still lived as she drew So’unga from its scabbard. Her first prey hadn’t the chance to blink before his body was free of a head. Honeyed eyes that held the promise of a thousand painful deaths shifted restlessly to her next set victims.
The blood of her enemy had showered her red, and she imagined it was their blood that fell upon her like warm summer rains. She imagined it was the cries of his concubines, not the soldiers that screamed in torment; her fang announcing their mortality as it slid effortlessly through their chiseled forms.
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The west couldn’t have responded better, Tokimune mused as he watched the ruthless Lady Fang tear through those remaining on the sands with sadistic vigor. He knew now that the stories of the infamous seductress, cunning general and merciless warrior from Wudâng Shân were all true. How Touga managed her was a mystery, she certainly wasn’t docile. And with the rumors of his newly acquired “tastes” for human women, no doubt she was not easy to handle.
He shrugged off the unknown and joined her in her massacre on the beach.
He shrugged off the unknown and joined her in her massacre on the beach.
~
Landing gently on the deck as she left the beach behind, she realized that the fools thought themselves protected by the small gap of sea that separated them from the grainy sands where their dead lay; there were no guards on deck.
The sighs of the dreaming blended peacefully with the waves, for the slumbering knew not of the predator amongst them. None woke as the wielder of poisons crept unheard through the halls; searching. Her eyes implied hatred, juxtapose, her reflection appeared celestial. She carried the scent of death upon her silken sleeves, leaving the smell of lingering havoc in the wind.
Sheathing her So’unga, she flexed her claws in anticipation as she reached the messed decks where the hammocks of the crew hung. She stood over the first man, a full life ahead of him; she felt no remorse as poison leaked from her extended fingers and ate away his youthful face. The rest of the crew, wrapped tight in the fantasies of their subconscious all met the same fate; the noxiously sweet fumes not waking them in time to greet their death. Their Capitan, meet the same fate, his face corroding under the assault of her acrid poisons as he dreamt of uncharted seas.
Calmly striding, the warrior of the night slipped softly from his cabin and out onto the moonlit deck. Illuminated in the pale light of the moon that peeked from parted clouds, she stood drenched in the blood of her conquests. She looked as the goddess of war, cold and strong as she made her stand alone.
The general was waiting for her, and she was stalking him as a hawk would with calculating eyes of a hunter. It was she that would end his life. He had no delusions of what awaited him as he stepped up to meet her challenge. He would die honorably by her hand; she was after all trained by her. His ruler had been foolish to attack the small island; no riches would come of it. They had attacked one of her allies and would instead pay dearly for their mistake.
"Lady Fang", he greeted as he stepped from hiding, "it would be an honor to see the swiftness of your blade in my last moments." He bowed deeply then, out of respect for the powerful woman before him. She bestowed no words upon the unworthy.
The youkai then loosed the halberd from his back, discarding the leather cloth that was wrapped about the tip of the weapon as a sheath. Xue Fang too unsheathed the katana that led only to the destruction of all that opposed her. A shadow fell upon the two combatants as the moon was shielded from the bloodshed that would inevitably be the result of such a battle.
Charging, blade parallel to the floorboard, his eyes were dark and wild as his hair trailed savagely behind him. As expected she maneuvered past and around the attack on her midsection. Unexpected, he turned just as quick, slashing at her face with one of the crescents on either side of the spear. Untamed, the rage shone in her fiery eyes as she received the first wound upon her person that night. Her fang was quick to return the favor, drawing a cruel line across the bridge of his nose. Well trained, he did not flinch as the thick liquid slid to coat his lips and chin, nor did he raise a hand to wipe it. For his enemy was upon him.
Blind to her speed, he was unprepared as her blade came down on his shoulder; brutally ripping through years of gained muscle. Her sword sung a song of preordained victory; its master showing her true strength. Shifting the spear to his left hand, he parried the next blow instinctually; his skills however, were not omnipotent against her next move.
His jaw clenched reflexively in pain as the cold metal interrupted the accelerated beat of his life. He fell in defeat, and she returned her sword to its sheath. His eyes blurred, and his heart stilled. His parting words, a compliment for his reaper.
Xue Fang shook the general’s blood from her sword and calmly sheathed the weapon, emotionally detached from the scene. Raising a calloused hand against her marred porcelain-like cheek, she dragged it across the laceration, perplexed at the first wound she had received in centuries.
The waves rose and fell violently under the ships, strong winds with the scent of a storm urging them to unrest. Her hair responded to the approaching storm, waving furiously as she prepared to leave the ghost ship behind and board another.
The sighs of the dreaming blended peacefully with the waves, for the slumbering knew not of the predator amongst them. None woke as the wielder of poisons crept unheard through the halls; searching. Her eyes implied hatred, juxtapose, her reflection appeared celestial. She carried the scent of death upon her silken sleeves, leaving the smell of lingering havoc in the wind.
Sheathing her So’unga, she flexed her claws in anticipation as she reached the messed decks where the hammocks of the crew hung. She stood over the first man, a full life ahead of him; she felt no remorse as poison leaked from her extended fingers and ate away his youthful face. The rest of the crew, wrapped tight in the fantasies of their subconscious all met the same fate; the noxiously sweet fumes not waking them in time to greet their death. Their Capitan, meet the same fate, his face corroding under the assault of her acrid poisons as he dreamt of uncharted seas.
Calmly striding, the warrior of the night slipped softly from his cabin and out onto the moonlit deck. Illuminated in the pale light of the moon that peeked from parted clouds, she stood drenched in the blood of her conquests. She looked as the goddess of war, cold and strong as she made her stand alone.
The general was waiting for her, and she was stalking him as a hawk would with calculating eyes of a hunter. It was she that would end his life. He had no delusions of what awaited him as he stepped up to meet her challenge. He would die honorably by her hand; she was after all trained by her. His ruler had been foolish to attack the small island; no riches would come of it. They had attacked one of her allies and would instead pay dearly for their mistake.
"Lady Fang", he greeted as he stepped from hiding, "it would be an honor to see the swiftness of your blade in my last moments." He bowed deeply then, out of respect for the powerful woman before him. She bestowed no words upon the unworthy.
The youkai then loosed the halberd from his back, discarding the leather cloth that was wrapped about the tip of the weapon as a sheath. Xue Fang too unsheathed the katana that led only to the destruction of all that opposed her. A shadow fell upon the two combatants as the moon was shielded from the bloodshed that would inevitably be the result of such a battle.
Charging, blade parallel to the floorboard, his eyes were dark and wild as his hair trailed savagely behind him. As expected she maneuvered past and around the attack on her midsection. Unexpected, he turned just as quick, slashing at her face with one of the crescents on either side of the spear. Untamed, the rage shone in her fiery eyes as she received the first wound upon her person that night. Her fang was quick to return the favor, drawing a cruel line across the bridge of his nose. Well trained, he did not flinch as the thick liquid slid to coat his lips and chin, nor did he raise a hand to wipe it. For his enemy was upon him.
Blind to her speed, he was unprepared as her blade came down on his shoulder; brutally ripping through years of gained muscle. Her sword sung a song of preordained victory; its master showing her true strength. Shifting the spear to his left hand, he parried the next blow instinctually; his skills however, were not omnipotent against her next move.
His jaw clenched reflexively in pain as the cold metal interrupted the accelerated beat of his life. He fell in defeat, and she returned her sword to its sheath. His eyes blurred, and his heart stilled. His parting words, a compliment for his reaper.
Xue Fang shook the general’s blood from her sword and calmly sheathed the weapon, emotionally detached from the scene. Raising a calloused hand against her marred porcelain-like cheek, she dragged it across the laceration, perplexed at the first wound she had received in centuries.
The waves rose and fell violently under the ships, strong winds with the scent of a storm urging them to unrest. Her hair responded to the approaching storm, waving furiously as she prepared to leave the ghost ship behind and board another.
~
The air crackled treacherously with power as the storm spiked. Thunder drummed in the distant ominous clouds; lightning flashing unveiling those who lay waiting in the veil of the nights elusive shadows.
The reinforcements’ eyes would never view their appointed landing; already had fate sent a cruel mistress to wreck havoc upon the hundreds that bravely faced the squall to aid their dead and dying comrades.
Xue Fang grinned sinfully, this ship held warriors; all youkai. Dawn would greet their corpses. And birds of prey would follow the morning of the storm. She silently dropped unto the ship. Predatory, she approached; perched like a monster, the snake and his henchmen flanking her sides, ready to aid their savior.
They small group emerged from the darkness as lightning crackled above. The bloodshed began.
The reinforcements’ eyes would never view their appointed landing; already had fate sent a cruel mistress to wreck havoc upon the hundreds that bravely faced the squall to aid their dead and dying comrades.
Xue Fang grinned sinfully, this ship held warriors; all youkai. Dawn would greet their corpses. And birds of prey would follow the morning of the storm. She silently dropped unto the ship. Predatory, she approached; perched like a monster, the snake and his henchmen flanking her sides, ready to aid their savior.
They small group emerged from the darkness as lightning crackled above. The bloodshed began.
~
Hôjô was lean and gaunt, and was underestimated because of it. Unfortunately for those he saw fit to do battle with, his masterful manipulation of his kodachi often made quick work of dispatching his foes. Several of his most trusted guards had accompanied him to the ship, ready to ensure his safety with their lives.
His guards fanned out and joined the fray, masterfully exercising their control over their respective weapons; all staying near their commander in case they were needed.
The reagent’s neon green eyes scanned the deck, searching for an opponent. A wolf youkai, however, gave him no choice as he streaked forward with the intent to kill. Hôjô easily blocked the first attack and countered the second with a slash to the wolf’s torso. The old youkai jumped back to distance himself then charged, axe held high.
The elder wolf youkai’s battle hardened eyes widened in terror when he came to the realization that his axe had slowed his movements, yet he could not retreat. His opponent was too swift. The regent speed forward as the battle axe swung back; the proud elder still attempting to do battle with his betters. There was slight resistance as Hôjô’s kodachi slid through the muscles, arteries and bones in his neck. His head dropped gracelessly from his proud shoulders to join that of his lifeless comrades; the clatter of his axe hitting the deck sliced through the battle as the elder’s hand went slack and his body fell in a shameful heap of stained silk by his head.
“Weaklings…”, Hôjô muttered as he stepped away.
His guards fanned out and joined the fray, masterfully exercising their control over their respective weapons; all staying near their commander in case they were needed.
The reagent’s neon green eyes scanned the deck, searching for an opponent. A wolf youkai, however, gave him no choice as he streaked forward with the intent to kill. Hôjô easily blocked the first attack and countered the second with a slash to the wolf’s torso. The old youkai jumped back to distance himself then charged, axe held high.
The elder wolf youkai’s battle hardened eyes widened in terror when he came to the realization that his axe had slowed his movements, yet he could not retreat. His opponent was too swift. The regent speed forward as the battle axe swung back; the proud elder still attempting to do battle with his betters. There was slight resistance as Hôjô’s kodachi slid through the muscles, arteries and bones in his neck. His head dropped gracelessly from his proud shoulders to join that of his lifeless comrades; the clatter of his axe hitting the deck sliced through the battle as the elder’s hand went slack and his body fell in a shameful heap of stained silk by his head.
“Weaklings…”, Hôjô muttered as he stepped away.
~
The gale cried in a requiem for the lost as the wails of her pierced quarry intensified. Body parts astray from the graceful dance of steel rested uselessly on oak floorboards. Ensanguined floors were slick with blood, the fruition of poorly trained soldiers unready to face such skilled adversaries. They were not pitied.
Stepping gingerly over the defaced bodies of her kin, the leader made her entrance. Cloaked in the finest silks, she looked out of place amongst the carnage. She wore the crests of her father’s clan proudly, but bore no resemblance to the old wolf. Qubilai Khan’s daughter was tall, tan, and attractively muscular. Like her hair, her eyes were furiously tinted red, betraying her indifferent countenance.
“So your imbecile of a father has resorted to sending his precious little girl to fight his battles?” Xue Fang taunted, amused at how easily the girl was riled. “How little your father must think of you Narantsetseg, to send you in favor of gold…”
“Watch your tongue you miserable old bitch, I don’t see you mate here either, or do you as well mean nothing to him?” She countered in raspy Japanese.
Enraged, Xue Fang made the first attack.
Her talons found the girls face, digging into the smooth skin; corrosive poison eating away the beauty of her adversary. Narantsetseg’s screech was smothered as Xue Fang lifted her head and slammed it into the bloody floor, cracking the boards below her.
Xue Fang had no time to react when the girl suddenly triggered the hidden blade in her sleeve. With a quick slash the girl left her mark across Xue Fang’s armored torso. The heavy metal clattered to the ground; blood splashing against its polished surface.
Grotesque in the wake of the attack, Narantsetseg’s skin had peeled away revealing the sizzling flesh and bone beneath. Blood oozed from the wounds and down her neck. Tears as salty as the sea that surrounded them slid from her pained eyes. She had no time to wallow in self pity; there was still a battle to be fought. Drawing her sword, she advanced.
Xue Fang arched back, narrowly avoiding the leader’s blade as it flashed over her. The swarthy young bitch was a challenge. Not giving her senior time to recover, Narantsetseg attempted to take advantage of Xue Fangs unbalanced position with a swipe at her slender legs. Instead, her blade meet air as Xue Fang flipped backwards, kicking in the chest. The counter attack sent Narantsetseg flying until she hit the rail of the ship.
Xue Fang glared at the laceration across her chest in annoyance. Her hand darted to grasp the hilt of So’unga as she walked to the fallen girl wheezing in pain. Her ribs had probably broken…
“You should have stayed home you little bitch, instead of gold your foolish father will receive your head.” Narantsetseg saw the reflection of her demise on her enemy’s sword as it was drawn and swung with effortless grace; she had failed.
Stepping gingerly over the defaced bodies of her kin, the leader made her entrance. Cloaked in the finest silks, she looked out of place amongst the carnage. She wore the crests of her father’s clan proudly, but bore no resemblance to the old wolf. Qubilai Khan’s daughter was tall, tan, and attractively muscular. Like her hair, her eyes were furiously tinted red, betraying her indifferent countenance.
“So your imbecile of a father has resorted to sending his precious little girl to fight his battles?” Xue Fang taunted, amused at how easily the girl was riled. “How little your father must think of you Narantsetseg, to send you in favor of gold…”
“Watch your tongue you miserable old bitch, I don’t see you mate here either, or do you as well mean nothing to him?” She countered in raspy Japanese.
Enraged, Xue Fang made the first attack.
Her talons found the girls face, digging into the smooth skin; corrosive poison eating away the beauty of her adversary. Narantsetseg’s screech was smothered as Xue Fang lifted her head and slammed it into the bloody floor, cracking the boards below her.
Xue Fang had no time to react when the girl suddenly triggered the hidden blade in her sleeve. With a quick slash the girl left her mark across Xue Fang’s armored torso. The heavy metal clattered to the ground; blood splashing against its polished surface.
Grotesque in the wake of the attack, Narantsetseg’s skin had peeled away revealing the sizzling flesh and bone beneath. Blood oozed from the wounds and down her neck. Tears as salty as the sea that surrounded them slid from her pained eyes. She had no time to wallow in self pity; there was still a battle to be fought. Drawing her sword, she advanced.
Xue Fang arched back, narrowly avoiding the leader’s blade as it flashed over her. The swarthy young bitch was a challenge. Not giving her senior time to recover, Narantsetseg attempted to take advantage of Xue Fangs unbalanced position with a swipe at her slender legs. Instead, her blade meet air as Xue Fang flipped backwards, kicking in the chest. The counter attack sent Narantsetseg flying until she hit the rail of the ship.
Xue Fang glared at the laceration across her chest in annoyance. Her hand darted to grasp the hilt of So’unga as she walked to the fallen girl wheezing in pain. Her ribs had probably broken…
“You should have stayed home you little bitch, instead of gold your foolish father will receive your head.” Narantsetseg saw the reflection of her demise on her enemy’s sword as it was drawn and swung with effortless grace; she had failed.
~
Sunrisereflected the twisted glee that shown in her golden eyes as she viewed the remnants of the army scattered across sands and ships. She smirked in triumph before glancing at her ally, the reagent, who kneeled in respect at her feet.
“Your participation in the battle was appreciated; the South is forever in your debt.”
She afforded a slight inclination of her head to acknowledge their century old alliance before departing.
~
As history would have it, the samurai of the small village would one day claim a divine wind had insured their victory; their humble village spared on a whim of the gods. They had long forgotten who had preceded the violent storm and the woman who left the blood of the guilty and innocent alike in her wake.
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Shikken was the regent for the shogun in the Kamakura Shogunate.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shikken
Qubilai Khan twice attempted to invade Japanin search of gold first in 1274, and second in 1281.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kublai_Khan
I don’t know if Qubilai Khan had a daughter or not, she just suites my purposes.
Prince Koreyasu – The shogun of the time, but for my story’s purposes Lord of the South.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Koreyasu
Hôjô Tokimune-Was the regent of the time. At the time the Hôjô clan was a family of regents for the Kamakura Shogunate. In my story he is a snake youkai, and is in no way related to Hojo from the TV series or manga (he’s very dim); though it is unfortunate that they share the same name.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C5%8Dj%C5%8D_Tokimune
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C5%8Dj%C5%8D_clan
The Battle of Bun’ei was Mongolia’s first invasion of Japan, and this chapter was based loosely on the battle that took place.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Bun%27ei
“Your participation in the battle was appreciated; the South is forever in your debt.”
She afforded a slight inclination of her head to acknowledge their century old alliance before departing.
~
As history would have it, the samurai of the small village would one day claim a divine wind had insured their victory; their humble village spared on a whim of the gods. They had long forgotten who had preceded the violent storm and the woman who left the blood of the guilty and innocent alike in her wake.
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Shikken was the regent for the shogun in the Kamakura Shogunate.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shikken
Qubilai Khan twice attempted to invade Japanin search of gold first in 1274, and second in 1281.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kublai_Khan
I don’t know if Qubilai Khan had a daughter or not, she just suites my purposes.
Prince Koreyasu – The shogun of the time, but for my story’s purposes Lord of the South.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Koreyasu
Hôjô Tokimune-Was the regent of the time. At the time the Hôjô clan was a family of regents for the Kamakura Shogunate. In my story he is a snake youkai, and is in no way related to Hojo from the TV series or manga (he’s very dim); though it is unfortunate that they share the same name.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C5%8Dj%C5%8D_Tokimune
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C5%8Dj%C5%8D_clan
The Battle of Bun’ei was Mongolia’s first invasion of Japan, and this chapter was based loosely on the battle that took place.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Bun%27ei