Saigō Tsugumi


Gender: Female

Kit: Normal

Location: Kyoto, Japan


Alignment: Hero

Team: Infinium: The Engine of Perpetual Motion


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 318

Personal Wins: 43

Personal Losses: 25

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Disabled

The Rookie

Kyoto, Japan - 1860

Father wasn’t around on the day of my birth. He had left Kyoto on important business in Edo when he saw what would be known as “The Black Ships.” They covered the noon day sky and their massive hulls blocked out the sun. English, Dutch, French, Portuguese, American, they threatened military action against our nation if the borders weren’t opened up and allowed to trade. He said that day was the day that not only changed his life but changed Japan forever, for it brought him the ideals that would shape his path and the daughter that would help him with the new vision he had.

My father who led the Samurai of Kyoto would often speak to the emperor, also a brand new father with a prince my age, and inform him how the system of our land was holding us back against the mighty technology from the west. I’d often hear his impassioned speeches about how a unified Japan, no longer splintered by feudal states and Daimyo rule, could finally catch up with the rest of the world. His notion was to take the modernization from the west and impart on it the values of the east. Some called him a revolutionary. Others called him a traitor to the Shogun.

Regardless war soon erupted and it’d be years since I’d see my father regularly. In the end it was the help of the foreign powers that would unify Japan and today we were celebrating that unification.

I was eight as I looked on, clutching the small tantō my father had given me in case of an attack within my kimono as father talked to a funny fat man in strange clothes.

“Takamori let me say I sincerely hope our assistance in your little revolution will give Quinton Imports and Exports a stronger foothold in your country.”

“We’ve made great progress but the Shogunate still holds powers in some distant states. If we’re able to crush then your company will be rewarded in this country. Furthermore I was hoping to learn the secrets of your flying ships.”

The talking was boring me as I decided to go exploring around the guest room in the Imperial Palace reserved for the foreigners. They were simply filled with beddings and small cupboards for their personal belongings. I walked into one of the larger dwellings when something hit my on the backs of my ankle as I pulled my tantō out only to see a girl my age standing behind me. She was smiling awkwardly, a leather cap on her head and a strange set of glasses on top of them. Fiery red hair poked out from underneath the cap.

“Hi, I’m Quinne!”

I pulled my tantō down as I replied, “Hello, I am Tsugumi.”

“Oh my gosh you speak English!” the girl literally leapt up to hug me as she said “geez I’ve had to talk to dad this whole trip and he only likes discussing boring stuff like foreign trade this and business empires stuff.”

“Father makes me learn English, but not that good…”

“Oh non-sense you’re perfectly great! Um, can I have my ball back?”

I looked down at the floor and saw the round metal ball with a cat face drawn on it, long wires stuck out like whiskers. I picked it up and handed it over to the girl as she held onto it in her arms.

“So is your father the one speaking in the other room?”

“Oh yeah, how boring, he owns this big trading company and he thinks it’s such a big deal. Hey want to check out what my cat ball can do?”

It was hard to follow the red hair girl’s voice so I simply nodded as she set the metal ball down onto the floor. It began to roll around on its own making a nya sound as I giggled at it. We followed I around the room, then into the hallways as we both giggled at the meowing cat. Suddenly we followed it into one of the palace’s common areas where the Emperor’s own attendants were rehearsing for that night’s entertainment.

“That dance is so beautiful,” said Quinne as she watched the girl’s arms flow with grace.

“Do as I do, I can teach you the dance!” It was a rare moment of fun in those times as I taught the strange fire haired girl to dance our traditional steps.

When the evening’s entertainment had arrived both our fathers along with the rest of the crowd were shocked to see the two of us lead the dancers. After our routine they clapped as I remember speaking to my father that evening before going to bed. He said what I did up there spoke volumes of the need for our nation to open up to the world. He kissed me good night and said I’ll be a girl who the scholars will write about for years to come.


Kyoto, Japan – 1868

Today would be the last day I would call him Matsuhito for his name as emperor had long been chosen. Uttering that name to him now would be considered rude and blasphemous. I watched as the last of his attendants placed the few items he had left to his intricate uniform, a strange mix of Japanese traditional clothing and the military garb of English and French officers who helped us in the war. I stood by in my traditional clothing and armor, Katana at my side, as I watched him stand up and make his way towards the palace courtyard.

“Your father would be proud of you today," I said to him.

Matsuhito, or Emperor Meiji as he was to be called now, gave me a wide smile as he said “both of our fathers would be proud today. It was your father’s vision that inspired him to finally fight back against the Shogun.”

“My loyalties are too my father and his were to yours. Now my friend my loyalties are to you. In essence I am only following the bushdio code laid out to me by generations of samurai in the past.”

“Is humility part of the code? Because you have that virtue most of all Tsugumi.”

As we made it to the courtyard the crowd cheered as we both looked on. Meiji held his hands up as he began to speak.

“For years we, even my royal family, have lived under the rule of the Shogun and the Daimyos. They ruled their little plots of land and taxed the people of this nation. They splintered us and forced us to fight each other when the world marches on into the future. What a rude awakening that day was when the airships floated over Edo harbor. Every person of our nation must realize that because of the Shogun’s rule we have been left behind. However we’re a nation of honorable warriors and intelligent scholars. How can we let a greedy warrior class do this to people who should be stronger than any nation in the world? Does the sun not rise to us first? Is our culture not as beautiful as any out there? Can we not do better than them? However we also need their help. The days of seclusion are over, it is time for Nippon to rise again and we must enter the age of exploration!”

The crowd cheered again as he looked over to me. “If you do not know who this girl beside me is she is a war hero, a true loyal retainer of the Royal Court and a woman who has spent time with the foreigners learning their ways. She will be instrumental in our growth as I am forced to stay with my people however I will require and arm and a mouth with the foreign. Thus I appoint Saigō Tsugumi to be that emissary.”

The crowd erupted once more as I was stunned by the announcement. “I am a simple warrior Emperor Meiji, please do not think me good enough to be part of the political game.”

“Please, I’ve seen you lie to your father. You’ll make a great diplomat.”



     Weapon Master: standard (rank 1)


Kyoto, Japan, 1862

Birth was difficult in those times. I remember siblings dying before I could even talk to them. However even though my father had two grown sons he felt compelled to treat me like his third. I never did complain about it. For me the warrior’s code was as pure a life style as one could ever lead. Today was my fiftieth sparring session with my father. As we held our kendo sticks out I quickly go into an offensive stance and remember the bushido code.

Rectitude – As I rush right at my father I think of how to overcome him. I slash forward, my aim true. The path of the samurai is that of the straight path. It is our duty to not venture off the righteous line set by great men before us and to give into the ease of the dark path.

Courage – I jab forward, hoping the speed of my thrust will outweigh the inherent dangers of such a forward attack. I don’t act without hesitation, because hesitation is fear. Fear should not enter the mind of the samurai for it is fear that causes us to succumb to the evils of the world. The samurai has no fear of death. Death is the final honor of a life lived well.

Benevolence – My father slashes down my strike causing my kendo stick’s tip against the ground. He has the advantage, he is by far stronger. With a flick of his wrist he pushes my stick aside and sends me spinning down onto the ground. My back is turned, surely in the field of combat I should be dead but my father stands back and lets me up. As samurai we are told to do good to other man. There is no good to come from stabbing your fellow man in the back. I quickly get to my feet and turn to face him.

Respect – It takes every ounce in my body because I am angry. Angry at me and angry at my father for bullying me down to the ground like that. However his technique was sound, his vision clear and my attack was foolhardy at best. I bow politely before taking my stick and getting into a defensive stance. You must respect your fellow man and your fellow warrior because if you don’t you’ll lose sight of who they are. Foolish is the one who underestimates the capacity of man, for it is man with the greatest capacity to achieve amazing feats.

Honesty – My stick is held back, pointing backwards, by my side as I let my father stalk me, his stick high up above his head. My long robes hit my old tantō, I could pull out the small knife and slash at a hand to disable him. However this fight is to simulate swords only, such a move would be dishonest. The truth is the most valuable commodity. Waste it and soon it’ll become worthless as no one will believe your false tongue. I resist the urge to take it out and keep this fight fair.

Honor – He comes slashing down at me as I quickly pull my stick up to block. Bamboo splinters all around us as we’re soon trading blocked slashes with one another. I roll back, trying to use my superior speed and small stature but soon I’m back up against the corner of the garden. I keep my sword held up, part of me wants to fight my way out, but I know I am defeated by a superior opponent. I drop to one knee and lay my kendo stick across my hands offering it to my father. Honor is something that seems to have disappeared in this world, but without a code of ethics how different is man from the beasts that roam the earth. My father stands over me approvingly as he disarms me.

Loyalty – My father helps me back to my feet as I look over and see the emperor and his son clapping at us. They certainly enjoyed the show but the sparring was more than that. My family’s clan of Samurai has long been loyal to the Emperor and him to us. Without the unconditional trust you have in other men you’ll be cursed with the lonely existence. Today’s sparring session was more than just training, it was a display of our loyalty, which we’ll fight as hard as we can and prepare as best we can to protect then.


The Unfettered Mind

     Reaction Speed: standard (rank 1)


Over the India Ocean – 1864

Father grew afraid that retribution would be taken against him through me had I stayed in Nippon. As such I was made part of a cultural exchange program with the Kingdom of England. I was to spend my time there studying European culture and technology for use back in the home land. Secretly though I was sent to protect two things. The first was obviously I from men who would try to harm my father by killing me. The second however was Quincy Quinton. It became clear that Mr. Quinton had made several enemies in his life time and he needed an expert bodyguard. Because of the relations my father had with Mr. Quinton I had to honor the pact of loyalty.

We were heading our way back to England after resupplying in a hot nation known as India. It was mid day and Mr. Quinton had begun to instruct Quinne and I in the mechanics of the steam engines that ran these flying ships. I was on my knees, eyes wide, fascinated with every function as Quinne looked like she was about to fall asleep. Just as the lesson was getting interesting we heard screams from the deck when the door suddenly burst open.

Two men with dark skin and curved clumsy blades stepped in. They started to move their way towards Quinne and Mr. Quinton when suddenly I turned around, my tantō stabbed right through one man’s chest as he screamed, blood spurting out of his mouth. I quickly pulled it out of his chest as the other tried to slash against me. I pulled my tantō up to block his attack as my free hand reached for my katana, slashing upwards ripping a huge gash against his body.

Both men laid there bleeding to death as I put my weapons away. I believe Mr. Quinton was skeptical at first, but all skepticism was now gone.



     Reflection: standard (rank 1)


London, England - 1864

Amongst westerners it’s often called a scabbard. Amongst my people it’s simply referred to as a saya. Mine always hung off my hip as I entered my first class at London’s School for Adventuring. Quinne attended with me and our bond grew during our time there. However classes we often didn’t have together as she was sent to the Operations and Mechanics portion of the school. Myself I was assigned to Combat and Enforcement.

The first day was nerve racking as the children were lined up to show their feats. Dozens upon dozens of kids were already ahead of me with their swords. While their blades were certainly not as good as mine and their technique resembling of the sloppy and undisciplined sword play of common Europeans I was nervous over the fact that even if I impressed with my sword it would seem too similar to the French fencer three spots ahead of me or the large Bulgarian behind me with his broad sword.

My turn was getting closer and closer as I watched a young boy from Scotland fire arrow after arrow into a bull’s eye, each one splitting the previous arrow till the target looked like a blossoming flower. He bowed to the judges as they called me in next. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do until I watched the archer pass me.

I grabbed him by his arm and said “excuse can you assist me with my demonstration?”

He looked at the judges who agreed. I walked to one end of the room and instructed him to go the other. “Ok, fire at my heart.”

There were murmurs among everyone and the boy shook his head. The judges all looked at one another speaking in a hushed tone before the head master said “do as she says boy, it won’t be the first fatality at these proceedings.”

I felt the sweat grow on my brow as the boy looked just as nervous as I was. I’m almost certain he’s fired an arrow in these conditions before as I watch him pull the string taut before letting it go. The glint of the arrow head catches my eyes as I grab my saya, quickly swinging it upwards as the arrow goes flying back towards the boy who’s able to duck in time before the arrow lodges in the wall where his head should’ve been.



     Magnetism: standard (rank 1)

  • Area Affect


London, England - 1864

“Hey rich girl, catch!”

I remember seeing Quinne standing there as the boys threw screws and nuts at her. They were in steam shop class and I was on my way to hand to hand sparing. A young boy quickly ran up to defend her as I kept watching from the hall way.

“Hey leave her alone guys!”

“Hey look, rich boy is defending rich girl!” said one Bully.

“Hey Harvey, is Quinne your girlfriend or something?” added another.

“What no, I just think… OW hey stop it!

They started pelting the two of them with the little bolts and nails as I gripped the hilt of my katana. Thing began to escalate as I watched them start throwing copper piping and metal joints. Just as I saw one boy reach for a hammer I dashed into the room and stepped in front of Harvey and Quinne. The rest of the bullies looked on as one smiled.

“Hey it’s the tough girl who can’t speak English good!”

“Can’t speak English well,” I said to correct him.

“Whatever, eat this slag!” He threw the hammer at me as I swung my Katana out, they must’ve thought it’d cleave it in half, instead the hammer went flying back into the boy’s face as he screamed out and cried, blood pouring from his nose.

“Geez she is a freak, come on guys let’s get Richard to the nurse.” The bullies all looked back at me as I slide my sword back into my saya. Quinne and Harvey thanked me as I simply bowed out of respect.

“That’s some sword you have there,” said Harvey as he kept eyeing it.

“Father’s creation, Lodestone core, comes in handy in this world of metal you’ve created.”


Wind Shear

     Weather Control: standard (rank 1)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Long Ranged Attack
  • Target Seeker


Tokyo Prefecture, Japan – 1868

I wish I could say I enjoyed my homecoming but in reality there were problems that the new empite had with the shogunate as they struggled to remain relevant. Hearing of my dad’s plight I took time off to come back to assist him. While I wanted to tell him the wonders of the world I had seen he instead put me to work right away. Roving groups of bandits were canvassing the country side around Tokyo, I had taken it upon myself to try and deal with them.

The morning mist had fallen upon the bamboo forest they had cornered me in. They were not samurai but rather ruthless mercenaries, possibly Chinese or Korean in origin as I saw their massive falchions flashing at me. One had a large kunai on a chain as I just ducked in the nick of time, seeing the chained blade tear through bamboo stalks before it was expertly pulled back to its owner.

I turn the first gear on my belt, a design of Quinne Quinton’s, as my sword began to vibrate. I quickly got back to my feet and leapt on one of the large bamboo stalks. The mist still obscured my vision but I heard a snap to my left. As I swung my katana I could feel the air well in front of me, forming a slashing blade that blew away the mist, cut through the bamboo and suddenly hit one of the bandits leaving a large gash on his back.

As I stood there I kept swinging my blade in every direction, causing the mist to dissipate as the bandits ran for their lives. Some made it, others felt the wind’s very own slash hit them, sending them sprawling to the ground bleeding.

I dropped from my perch and continued on my way, the mist covering the bamboo field again as the eerie sound of men wailing in pain echoed through the stalks.