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Schticks: Unique Schticks: Stirring Speech, Acrobatic
Manoeuvres
Weapons: bo, manriki-gusari
Wealth level: Working stiff
Toshino helped lead several crackdowns. Slowly, like coaxing the bonsai into a new shape, hints trickled in as Toshino investigated who was behind the Black Lanterns. When the death threats started, he knew he was close. He took steps to protect Kasuko, his wife, but he wasn't careful enough. After the next crackdown, he came home and found his wife lying dead next to a bowl of poisoned rice. A red iris, possibly a taunt from the assassin, was painted on the underside of the bowl.
Consumed with rage, Toshino sought out a maho-tsukai, a sorcerous witch specialized in the dark arts of blood magic, and begged her to divine the whereabouts of his wife's murderer. The crone demanded money but also one of his fingers. Without even considering the cost, Toshino emptied out his savings and offered her the smallest finger on his left hand. Using the finger bones for her spell, the crone told Toshino that his wife's assassin was in the Hachiya estate. Before dawn rose the next day, Toshino burned it to the ground.
Toshino met the aftermath of the fire with an emptiness that not even vengeance could fill. The Hachiya family was one of the primary suspects behind the Black Lanterns, but Toshino had acted before he had any proof. The Hachiya family was also allied with the Scorpion clan, and fearing retribution, the magistrate decided everyone might be better off without Toshino in the city… he had some connections in the Dragon provinces, maybe Toshino could make a new start there? Toshino doesn't care what happened to him now, he is an empty man blown wherever the wind will carry him. Wandering into the uncharted wilderness doesn't sound so bad… maybe he will find a death there that will grant him an end to his torment.
Lately, Toshino's sleep has been interrupted by reoccurring nightmares.
He is chasing a woman wrapped all in white through a field of red irises,
but the flowers burn like fire and the stems cut like knives. He runs harder,
but the flowers burn brighter until the entire field is a burning wall
of flame. As the wall surges forward to envelop him, he calls out to the
woman in white, but just before the flames surround him he sees her turn
into a white crane and fly away. Then he wakes up, wondering if he is being
haunted by his dead wife, or just going insane.