#rokon

[a-tiddy-ninja]

[frenchcurious]

Rokon Trail-Breaker 1969. - source Bring a Trailer.

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Six- or 10-sentence Sunday or something. Also, @fluffbruary February 22 : sound | sparkling | wry

Continuing this fiction. Read more on AO3.

There was a slight commotion outside. It made Wakamiya forget the momentary restlessness that he was feeling inside. Grunts, laughter, the sound of two sticks sparring.

“Watch your arm, Yukiya-dono. You always tend to overextend it that it doesn’t hit your target!”

Rokon’s voice overwhelmed the courtyard. The dojo was too hot at this time of the day. Earlier Lord Natsuka’s escort took off his upper garment urging Yukiya to do the same.

“I’d rather not,” the teenager insisted.

“What?! Why not? The temperature will affect your performance.”

“It won’t!”

“Hahahaha! What are you hiding?” His eyes squinted and he began to laugh. He even stepped closer to Yukiya to grab his chest. It irritated the boy who immediately cover it with his arms. If it was one of his tactics to intimidate his enemy then he succeeded. Yukiya witnessed how talented the noble Yatagarasu from the South was. But his reputation stretched beyond his physical prowess and tactical abilities against his opponents, but also when it came down to the question of satisfying his lust. There were talks that he fathered children out of wedlock even though he offered himself to the mountain god. There was even a rumour that female Yatagarasu was not enough, but as a student, he had an affair with a young scholar. Though he was Lord Natsuka's servant he knew that he was not loyal to Wakamiya.

“Your task is to guide him, Rokon-dono. Is it too much to ask?” Nazukihiko shouted. How long was he watching them, Yukiya wondered.

“Your Highness, are you questioning my ways? Was it you who told me to do whatever I could to make sure that Yukiya was fit to enter the academy?” Rokon cast a wry glance in the crown prince’s direction.

Nazukihiko turned silent, then, as if he remembered something, chastised his brother’s escort.

“Telling Yukiya to strip nor molesting him is not a part of it.”

Yukiya looked at the prince. He knew he wanted to shield him from the others finding out his real identity but it became so unpleasant he shook his head.

“It is all right. I know where Rokon-dono is coming from.”

“Very good, Yukiya. A good student you are. Let's proceed!” Rokon didn’t intend to harass Yukiya anymore.

Three days were meant for sword practice and to hone his body for physical training. While the rest of the week was accorded to learning theories. When Wakamiya didn’t call for him, he was at the library the whole day studying the outline of curriculum Rokon intended for him.

He tried his best not to be alone with Wakamiya ever since the day they had almost forgotten their positions. The prince did the same thing. Sumio was always with them whenever he had to attend to the prince.

Besides, the time was ticking to choose a bride from the Sakura Blossom Palace. It was getting closer that Yukiya dreaded it every day. Thank Yamagami-sama that he had the training to think of. This made him forget his concern that Wakamiya had to marry a princess that would become his empress.

“I wanted to say, ‘Forget all these and be my wife,’ but you will only despise me and that I cannot stand. I've seen my mother and heard many young women who lost their lives due to this cruel tradition.”

Nazukihiko told him once they were alone for a short time. He turned to Yukiya. Despair was evident on those golden eyes.

“I can tell you, Yukiya. I am going to change the system one day. Just so you know.”

[sasya00025]

[marchenshoujo]

[yatagarasuarchive]

I find it very funny how Sumio doesn't want anything to do with Rokon.

Source: Yatagarasu anime's official account (drawn by Natsuki-sensei).

[longhairedanimeguyoftheday]

Today’s long haired anime guy of the day is:

Rokon

[eugenesisland]