Chapter 9: 4 Year Timeskip, 1
[A/N: Well people the second option won. So it's gonna be a 4 year timeskip in the span of 4 chapters. Chao~]
~~Previously, in the life of a Samurai, Miyamoto took on the oath and stopped staying as a Ronin, unlike the O.G. Miyamoto.~~
3rd Person P.O.V.—
The training grounds of Winterfell buzzed with excitement as the stark winter air bore witness to a spectacle of skill and strength. Three seasoned warriors from House Stark—veterans with a wealth of battle experience—faced off against the enigmatic Miyamoto Musashi. The courtyard echoed with the clashing of steel, the rhythmic dance of combat painting a vivid scene against the snow-covered backdrop.
Lord Edwyle Stark, young Lord Rickerd Stark, and Aryon, the master-at-arms, observed the training match with keen interest. Their eyes followed each move, their expressions a mix of fascination and realization that Miyamoto was not just an adept swordsman but a formidable force to be reckoned with.
The trio of Stark warriors attacked in unison, their blades flashing like quicksilver in the winter sunlight. Miyamoto moved with a grace that seemed almost supernatural, effortlessly parrying each strike with his katana. His movements were fluid, a seamless fusion of samurai finesse and the raw power of Captain America.
The crowd gathered to witness the match exchanged astonished glances. Murmurs of awe and disbelief filled the air as Miyamoto countered every move, his reactions swift and precise. The stark contrast between the traditional Northern fighting style and Miyamoto's exotic techniques only heightened the spectacle.
As the minutes passed, it became evident that Miyamoto was not merely holding his own—he was dominating. He moved between his opponents with an otherworldly agility, disarming one warrior with a swift strike, parrying the other's attack with his shield, and countering the third with a calculated maneuver.
Lord Edwyle Stark's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and pride. "By the gods, he's more than just a swordsman," he exclaimed to Aryon, who nodded in agreement.
Rickerd, standing beside them, watched in awe as Miyamoto showcased the unparalleled skills he had promised to impart. "He's like a whirlwind of blades! And he's hardly breaking a sweat!" he marveled.
Aryon, the master-at-arms, studied Miyamoto's every move with a discerning eye. "His stamina is remarkable. It's as if he draws strength from the very essence of his being."
The training match continued, and Miyamoto's prowess showed no signs of waning. His movements were a testament to the years of discipline and training he had undergone. The Stark warriors, though skilled in their own right, struggled to keep up with the samurai's relentless onslaught.
Lord Edwyle exchanged a knowing look with Aryon. "I had not expected him to be this exceptional. He fights like a man possessed by a legendary spirit."
Aryon concurred, "Indeed, M'lord. Miyamoto is a force that goes beyond our understanding. His skills are honed to perfection, and his endurance is unmatched."
As the training match reached its conclusion, Miyamoto, with a flourish, disarmed the last Stark warrior and brought the match to an end. The courtyard fell silent for a moment before erupting into a mix of applause and admiration.
Lord Rickerd Stark couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "That was incredible! Miyamoto, you're a true master of the blade!"
Miyamoto, now standing amidst the fallen warriors, bowed respectfully. "Thank you, young lord. I believe that true strength comes not just from the body but from the heart and mind as well."
Lord Edwyle Stark approached Miyamoto with a newfound respect. "You're proving yourself to be an invaluable asset to House Stark, Miyamoto. Your skills are beyond anything we anticipated."
Aryon, his gaze still fixed on Miyamoto, added, "Indeed, M'lord. We are fortunate to have such a skilled and honorable warrior by our side."
"Thank you for the praise M'lord! And are you ready for the training?" Miyamoto asked Rickerd as he stared into his eyes, putting pressure on him. Lord Stark and Aryon just watched as they wanted to see how Rickerd would react. "Yes! I'm ready! I want to be strong like you." Rickerd replied confidently.
"Good. It's gonna be harsh but it will be worth it." Miyamoto told Rickerd, "And for the training, there's gonna be a few things you have to do. For example, your diet. You will eat more protein foods such as meat,milk, egg, rice, bananas etc. And you will go through my personal training regime."
"Aye! I will do what I have to." Rickerd replied with more passion.
"Alright then, 6 o'clock in the morning. We will meet here" Miyamoto said, leaving no room for any argument.
/////Timeskip -1 Year/////
Miyamoto P.O.V.—
It's been a year since I transmigrated to G.O.T. and became a samurai under the Starks. I started training young lord Rickerd in the modern physical training arts I knew, such as push ups, crunches, squats etc. I made him bull up. And now he looks like a 12-13 year old even though he's 11. And as for me I have grown a lot too. Not much in physical strength but in swordsmanship. I also taught other warriors in swordsmanship.
But is that all I have done, you ask? Well the answer is Nope. I have done more. More for the North. Couple of moons after I came here, there was a feast in Winterfell. It was because of the ending of Winter and the start of Summer. All the lords of the North visited Winterfell.
**Flashback**
Lord Edwyle Stark stood at the head of the long wooden table, his grizzled features highlighted by the flickering light of the torches that lined the walls. The northern lords, a mix of weathered veterans and stern leaders, sat around the table, their eyes reflecting the resilience forged in the harsh lands they called home.
"Tonight, we gather after the celebration of the end of winter, to discuss the future of the North," Lord Edwyle began, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I know some of you have met him at the feast but let me formally introduce him, he's Miyamoto Musashi."
Miyamoto, standing at the side, bowed respectfully to the assembly.
"As some of you may know, Miyamoto has been training our warriors and has become an integral part of House Stark." Lord Edwyle said.
"Is he like those southern knights?" Lord Manderly asked. "Yes. But he's not a knight. He's a samurai from the land by the shadows." Lord Stark continues, "But his contributions extend beyond the training grounds. Miyamoto, shared his thoughts on improving our lands, especially in terms of farming and sustenance, which could be highly beneficial to us"
Miyamoto stepped forward, his demeanor composed and respectful. "Honored lords, in my homeland, we have employed techniques that have significantly enhanced crop yield and sustainability. I propose the introduction of tools such as plows and seed drills to maximize efficiency in planting. Crop rotation can help maintain soil fertility, and cover crops can protect our fields during harsh weather."
Lord Cerwyn, a gruff man with a salt-and-pepper beard, leaned forward. "Plows and seed drills, you say? How would these contraptions work, and would they truly make a difference in our fields?"
Miyamoto, with a hint of enthusiasm, explained the mechanics of the tools and how they could revolutionize farming. He illustrated the benefits of crop rotation, preventing soil exhaustion and ensuring a bountiful harvest even in challenging seasons. The lords listened intently, some nodding in approval.
Lord Glover, known for his stoic demeanor, raised an eyebrow. "These ideas sound foreign, but if they can improve our livelihoods, they are worth considering. What do you propose in terms of implementation?"
Miyamoto outlined a plan for a trial phase in which a few farms would adopt these methods, demonstrating their effectiveness. He suggested forming a committee to oversee the process and gather feedback from the participating households.
Lord Umber, a giant of a man, grunted his approval. "Aye, let's give it a shot. Maybe with this we could stop buying overpriced food, from those southern cunts."
The meeting continued, the northern lords engaging in a lively discussion about the practicalities of implementing these farming innovations. Miyamoto, with patience and respect, addressed their concerns and contributed further insights.
**Flashback End**
It was worth it. As in the trial period, the amount of crops that were harvested was more than double. It truly baffled the lords. I also told them about winter crops, crops that grow in snowy regions. They imported them from Bravoos and started farming. And the results are soon gonna be out.
"Sensei! I finished my warm up." Young lord came up to me and said breaking my internal monologue. "Good. Let's see how much you have improved in swordsmanship." I replied and took a wooden sword to have a mock match with him.
And just like that, another year passed.~~~
[A/N: 1500 words!!! All this in tribute to
"Eren Yeager" and "Loki Laufeyson"… ]
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