[hider=Pointless]"Yadayada, warrior spirit, blahblah honour," prefaced the palace gates' opening, as one of its long-term residents made her way outside, carefully picking a sport ahead of the crush of people but not too close to the princess herself. Either possibility would be beyond awkward, "You'd better not leave me behind, princess; I don't want to have packed for nothing,"

'Packing' consisted entirely of putting her numerous shogi pieces into compartments and padding the load with excess clothing. Booze wouldn't last even a day; thus, Yuki's provisions for the trip consisted solely of her elderly father's reputation and her method for staving off boredom.

She doubted the others knew all the rules.[/hider]