[i]That's the great thing about honor[/i], Haru thought with a grin as he sank below the waterline. [i]People use it as a substitute brain.[/i] Charging a bunch of dense reeds across a body of water while laden down with arms and armor, to anyone who was their own man that was madness. But to a samurai, bound by honor and ordered by his superior it would be impossible not to. The water wasn't too deep, about chest high, but the samurai was in full gear, while Haru had nothing but his goggles, his blades and his bow and some short leggings. He slipped through the water quickly and quietly while the samurai sloshed and rattled, blinding and deafening himself. When he reached the reeds, the samurai found them empty, standing still just long enough for Haru to slice through his achilles tendons and drag him under the water. The weight of the samurai's armor and the river, that would do the rest... 

The women samurai were a little more complicated, better to withdraw. He held his breath and hid from them, floating downstream a ways, hidden by the stained water. Haru pulled himself out of the water a little ways down the river. There seemed to be a lull in the madness here, long enough for Haru to dry himself off from the cold river and liberate a nearby ashigaru of his clothes and life. He was about the right size, one of the Corus troops by the colors. He wrapped his katana in a cloth to keep his status a secret and hustled with the man's naginata instead, over to another patch of men. He heard laughter, manic, and then saw a man in fine armor stalk away, following a subordinate. [i]Interesting... and at least one of them has a sizable bounty on his head[/i], Haru thought as he began to shadow the general and the captain at a respectable distance.