Bows and Arrows

There was something in the air lately- Something dark and mysterious and more than slightly familiar. Ranmaru had been looking for that something ever since he’d found himself alive again for a given value of alive. He wasn’t sure why he was back but didn’t give much of a damn- Lord Nobunaga had managed it several times so why would he be any exception? 

He thought that what he sensed was Lord Nobunaga back again. Of course there was a chance that he might be wrong- he’d been wrong before. But hey, you wouldn’t get anywhere if you gave up would you? And if you were wrong just shoot them in the knee or the arm or something and move on with your life. He wandered around following the scent wherever it took him, occasionally running and occasionally resting but doing very little in between.

Why was this so damn hard though? He could swear that wherever he was it was just around the corner, or something close to him. Was he by Matsunaga’s again? That’s where he’d felt it this strongly last. Who knew. If he was though he’d drop on in and interrogate the old hermit. He was sure Fuuma, Tsuruhime, and Sorin would not approve but hey. As long as they didn’t show up he’d be fine, wouldn’t he?