Daimyo.

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No questions asked: I want to be a daimyo! You hate doing homework, were known to be lazy, and was proud of being hard-working only if it was really necessary. What made anybody think you wanted to become a peasant? This was your second life! You were going to live in luxury and action! You gave a small smirk before the pod closed down above you.

You find yourself in a violet room with white veins coursing through, pulsing every second or so. You look around approvingly; this was exactly how you imagined a simulation to start out as. A bright light flash before you and you shield your eyes from such intensity. The light reveals a young girl, the Game Master, whose amethyst eyes shine with excitement. You are reminded of your friend and said hello, after a moment of silence. She perks up and grins, introducing herself as the Game Master. Her voice is alluringly sweet, and her hair was a mystifying color of cobweb. It was strange, you thought, but everything is pretty cool so far.

She speaks lightly, but with clarity, "Welcome to the Sengoku Basara Simulation where you will experience the life of the warring era, BASARA style! First off, what would you like to start off as?"

"I wish to be a daimyo," you say coolly, not even thinking back to the other option. You could handle doing all that daimyo responsibilities, or so you thought then. You are quite sure that being a farmer would only result to disaster. Either way, the Game Master's android eyes projected several purple screens on the wall behind you and you see that she had programed your name, age, and status already. She then proceeds to question you for five minutes.

Five minutes was all that took for her to get the most of your personality. For the most part, you were amazed, but then again, you think, she was the Game Master. You couldn't expect anything less.

She announces, her voice direct and to the point, "You are a mercenary force who has worked with the Saica Faction and once allianced with the Tiger of Kai. You have been trained to be independent and you are known to be the Black Panther." Before you could think, you blank out.

You open your eyes to an unfamiliar wooden ceiling.

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