[b][i]Kyros Keahi[/i][/b]

Kyros had managed to gain entrance into the western-style Imperial Palace by hiring himself out as a bodyguard to one of the delegates, a mid-ranking functionary who nevertheless had enough 'pull' to get him and his wife expedited 'permanent residency visas' in Hizuru and the rest of the Kou Empire. Nevertheless, he stuck out like a sore thumb in his foreign armor, which led to him being sent out to the roof along with whatever 'Gaijin trash' various other delegates had brought with them. Even then, there were Samurai nearby just as in the rest of the area.

It didn't matter; Kyros was just there to collect information, and what he found was interesting enough. Apparently, the loyalty of NInja/Shinobi was not to be counted on despite the Basaranoō's bluster, the Uchiha were at the forefront of the insurrection, and now the stakes were rising. 

[i]The warring sides will be too busy with one another,[/i] thought the former Knight, [i]That will allow... Us to come in when both sides are exhausted, and finally, reverse the consequences of a century filled with blood. Then we will reverse the recent course of history and take it anew.[/i]

The Rumbling and the victory of Alvarez, Eldia, and Hizuru in the Second Great War was a calamity for the world. The cycle of reincarnation lightened the resulting torment, but it was a calamity nonetheless. He and his wife agreed on that, considering the fact that Alvarez's continued aggression against lesser nations was the reason he had spent a decade in chains metaphorical and literal; his youth was over now and he was unprepared for the demands of maturity due to things he did not want to think about.

Augusta had rescued him, had needed him to provide something he had to be willing to give. A secretly lonely woman, one prepared to endure a husband who might suddenly turn around and resent her for her nationality and her once owning him if it meant that he would not see her as an object less than a tool.

He was prepared to accept that, and even the prospect of mutually owning each other, but there was a whispered agreement between them, spoken only in low tones in their airship's private chambers: That their children, the twins, would rule the nation which had enslaved him and lead it down a better path, a path where his other former masters would [i]pay[/i] for what they have done to him and so many other slaves. He chuckled at the prospect; Half-Ishgarian children ruling over the Alvarez Empire - How ironic.

The sun shone brightly on the roof as his fellow mercenaries, men and women of much magical talent but little scruples gave him a suspicious glance. But they had nothing to fear; Kyros would play his part as a bodyguard and fight against whatever reaction the Anti-Accords planned next. After that, once he had pocketed his payment, he had a meeting to go to; he was sure the other members of his real side had finished regrouping. 

[I]Make sure not to kill any Anti-Accord person you fight,[/i] Kyros thought to himself, [i]Let them escape but not after you showed these pricks here you can fight well. And above all... Don't get caught in too deeply into the Pro-Accord's affairs; you're not the most reticent person, after all.[/i]

[@Floch]