#gotou matabei

[dirtybasaraconfessions]

Matabe could kick me in the chest, and I would say ‘Thank you’

[straizo-relatable]

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@brookie4cookies Cinematic from the stage Itsukushima: Sanbee Occupation

[wildwardance]

lizardman

[twinky-dinky-doo]

Clutter

Character (s): Gotou Matabei, Kanbei Kuroda

Word Count: 956 

Warnings: N/A 

Notes: This was drabble prompt for domestic activities requested by @dai-rokuten-maou . It takes place before Kanbei went to gay baby jail and before Matabei had this pride crushed, but while they were with the Toyotomi. I based a part of it on this tweet

     It was the first warm day of the year and snow was long out of sight. Seeing how the colours of the bloomed Winter Cress and the orange sunrise over the horizon blended together gave kanbei enough vigour to perform a chore he had long put off; reorganizing his office. He already elected to take half the day off to enjoy the weather, so doing some simple, mindless, tasks will help the afternoon feel well spent.

    Kanbei stacked his dishes from lunch together then roared a long yawn as he stretched in the new warmth on the engawa. Sighing contently and patting his full belly. ‘Time to get to work,’ he thought to himself, walking to his office and leaving the door open to let in the breeze.

    Satisfied with the setup, Kanbei sat and surveyed his desk in near disbelief at the mess that had grown: out of date documents, books, opened envelopes, misshapen brushes, and useless ink nubs. Kanbei pressed his lips and grunted softly in his mouth. He couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed in himself for letting debris gather up, especially in a place he spends hours at every day.

    Kanbei exhaled sharply before diving into the task. He laid down a large cloth on the floor next to him and started tossing the envelopes and ink onto it. He slowly waded through the mess, pausing at the brushes to contemplate if they could be put back into shape. ‘Nah,’ he thought ‘These are easy to come by.’ and added them to the pile. After the basic trash was picked up, Kanbei set aside the books for later organization and began examining each paper to determine what was worth keeping. He had become preoccupied with letters of an old conversation between him and his father that he didn’t notice his subordinate enter his room.

    “Kanbei-san, what are you doing? Whatever it is, your mess is disgusting,” Matabei mocked, wrinkling his nose at the garbage pile on the cloth.

    “Eh?” Kanbei griped “Disgusting? That’s kinda rude. I’m just cleaning my desk. What’d you come in here for anyway? No way you came just to insult me.”

    “Nee! I can insult you if I please. I came to deliver a message, here,” Matabei explained, grabbing an envelope from his sleeve.

    “Ah, thank you.” Kanbei took the letter and opened it. As he read, Matabei took advantage of his distraction to peer curiously at the discarded papers.

    He shuffled through the heap slowly, trying to not make any noise. The last thing Matabei wanted was for Kanbei to think he had any interest in what he was doing. The mass was mostly filled with worthless scraps and letters he didn’t have the attention span to read. Matabei squinted and frowned, feeling a little foolish for his curiosity. Without realizing, he had allowed a particularly fat letter to fall on the floor.

    Matabei jumped at the soft fwap, spinning his head to see if Kanbei had heard; but he hadn’t moved an inch, still peacefully absolved in nostalgia. Matabei watched Kanbei a moment longer to make sure he stayed unaware. He sighed quietly in relief and continued his snooping. Eventually, he came across a map of a recent campaign he had taken part in; examining the markings and notions scrawled around it. It painted memories of that day, and if memory serves, Kanbei let that campaign turn fruitless.

    It had happened around the beginning of March and Kanbei was ordered to quell a small uprising in the Ukita territory. He would normally leave Matabei back in Osaka to take care of any business that may come up in his absence, but during this particular campaign, Kanbei had decided to take Matabei with him. However, Kanbei was told there would be fewer troops then was present and was outnumbered, forcing him to retreat.

    Matabei tsked in spite of himself. ‘How dare he,’ Matabei scorned in his mind, ‘Idiot probably knew how many troops there were and dragged me along just to humiliate me. Stupid! Idiot! Aho-Kan!’ In frustration he crumpled the map and threw it at Kanbei, hitting him square on the head.

    “Hey! What was that for!?” Kanbei shouted, rubbing his head even though it couldn’t possibly hurt. Matabei only scoffed and hurled more paper.

    “Stop that! You’re making more of a mess-,” Kanbei asserted, trying to block the onslaught, but was cut off by a brush hitting his nose. Kanbei grunted and covered his face.

    Matabei burst out into laughter and slapped his knee,“Ke! That’s for my pride!” he chortled.

    Kanbei grumbled, gritting his teeth but letting it pass. Though he had no idea what Matabei could be referring to, “Well, whatever. Since I’m cleaning up it’ll be a good time to burn that incense that Hanbei-san gave me. He said it’s supposed to ward off bad spirits, so let’s see.”

    Kanbei rummaged in his drawers to pull out a stick of incense and bamboo holder. He lit the end of the stick, pinching it to let it smoulder, and set it on the holder; licking the small scorch on his soft fingertips.

    Kanbei sat back and smiled at the thin smoke rising from the charring stick.

    “Ah,” he breathed, taking a deep inhale through his nose to enjoy the smell, “Hey, it’s pretty-”

    “It reeks!” Matabei interrupted “Stupid bear, your incense stinks,” he scolded, pinching his nose and waving his hand in front of his face.

    Kanbei turned to him with a quizzical look, but only saw Matabei stomp dramatically out of his room. He sat watching the empty door a moment to see if Matabei would come back. Realising he probably wasn’t, Kanbei shook his head and sighed; returning to his chore.

    “That is a weird guy.”

[salemnightz]

Many Matabei for you! All taken from cutscenes from Yukimura-den.

Sorry for the low quality. I had to majorly cut back on the size and quality to fit tumblr’s standards.

[teamgensokyo-blog]

Additional cast and theme songs for TV Anime "Gakuen Basara" revealed!

<Additional Cast> Tsuruhime (CV Ami Koshimizu) Magoichi Saika (CV Sayaka Ohara) Yoshitsugu Ootani (CV Fumihiko Tachiki) Hideaki Kobayakawa (CV Jun Fukuyama) Itsuki (CV Miyuki Sawashiro) Sakon Shima (CV Yuuichi Nakamura) Kasue Shibata (CV Nobuhiko Okamoto) Matabei Gotou (CV Shinichiro Miki)

Opening Song: "Hokore Kitakaki Utsukushiki, Ikizama wo" by EIGHT OF TRIANGLE

Ending Song: "Be Affected" by Takanori Nishikawa and Fear, and Loathing in Las Vegas

src: https://natalie.mu/comic/news/299004

[enami17]

Cast and characters for some BSP plays

in chronological order

BSP「壬生狼」 

“Miburo” / “The Wolves of Mibu” (2014.1)

Info: site, DVD, PV

CAST:

Matsuda Gaku - Hijikata Toshizou Tabuchi Noriaki - Okita Souji Aoki Takeshi - Kondou Isami Tokura Yuuki - Serizawa Kamo Kanegae Kou - Yamanami Keisuke Yamamoto Masahiro - Saitou Hajime Tanaka Naoki - Toudou Heisuke Kitaguchi Shouhei - Harada Sanosuke Hirayama Shou - Nagakura Shinpachi Yamasaki Touma - Tachikawa Chikara Umebayashi Ryouta - Katsura Kogorou Yamamoto Kenji - Sakamoto Ryouma, etc.

Director: Ootsuka Masashi Music: Wada Shunsuke, Matoda Hideya Choreography: Kakitani Yui

BSP「幸村」－真田戦記－ 

“YUKIMURA - Sanada Senki” / “YUKIMURA - Sanada’s War History” (2015.3,5)

Info: site, DVD, PV 

CAST:

Matsuda Gaku - Sanada Nobushige (a.k.a. Yukimura) Tabuchi Noriaki - Tokugawa Ieyasu, Yodo-dono Tanaka Naoki - Sarutobi Sasuke Umebayashi Ryouta - Mouri Katsunaga Aoki Takeshi - Gotou Matabei Ishida Naoya - Toyotomi Hideyori Yamamoto Masahiro - Chousokabe Morichika Kanegae Kou - Akashi Teruzumi Yamamoto Kenji - Oono Harunaga Kitaguchi Shouhei - Tokugawa Hidetada Kuroda Yousuke - Kirigakure Saizou Nakauchi Tenma - Sanada Daisuke Ogawa Katsuya - Sanada Nobuyuki, etc.

Director: Ootsuka Masashi Music: Wada Shunsuke Choreography: Kakitani Yui

Theme Song: "Glorious Death" Lyrics: Ootsuka Masashi; music: Wada Shunsuke; vocal: Niira Etsuko

BSP「雪の女王」（BSP版）

“Yuki no Joou” / “The Snow Queen” (BSP edition) (2015.9-11)

Info: site, DVD, PV

CAST:

Hanafusa Chika - Karen Terashita Remi - Anna Matsuda Gaku - Chris Aoki Takeshi - Carl Umebayashi Ryouta - Gert Ishida Naoya - Abel Hara Kouki - Elmer Tabuchi Noriaki - Chris' Shadow Yamamoto Masahiro - Carl's Shadow Tanaka Naoki - Gert's Shadow Harada Kenji - Abel's Shadow Shin Masatoshi - Elmer's Shadow Yamamoto Kenji - the nonexistent

Director: Ootsuka Masashi Music: Matoda Hideya Choreography: Kakitani Yui

BSP「 真田幸村 」

“Sanada Yukimura” (2016.3-4)

Info: site, DVD, PV

CAST:

Matsuda Gaku - Sanada Nobushige, Takeda Shingen Tabuchi Noriaki - Tokugawa Ieyasu, Yodo-dono  Umebayashi Ryouta - Uesugi Kagekatsu, Sanada Nobuyuki  Tanaka Naoki - Sarutobi Sasuke, Sanada Daisuke  Ishida Naoya - Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Sen-hime  Aoki Takeshi - Gotou Matabei, Miyoshi Seikai Nyuudou Kanegae Kou - Oda Nobunaga, Mochizuki Chiyome  Yamamoto Masahiro - Toyotomi Hideyori, Kirigakure Saizou  Kuroda Yousuke - Nezu Jinpachi, Chousokabe Morichika  Ogawa Katsuya - Mochizuki Rokurou, Mouri Katsunaga  Yamamoto Kenji - Sanada Masayuki, Tokugawa Hidetada Tokura Yuuki - Hattori Hanzou, Oono Harunaga, etc.

Director: Ootsuka Masashi Music: Wada Shunsuke Choreography: Kakitani Yui

BSP「龍の羅針盤」 “Ryuu no Rashinban” / “Dragon Compass”

第一部 幕末死闘篇 (2016.11-12) Part 1 - Bakumatsu shitou hen / Bakumatsu death battle 第二部 維新回天篇 (2017.2) Part 2 - Ishin kaiten hen / The changing world of the [Meiji] Restoration

Info: site, DVD1, DVD2, PV, OP dance part 1, part 2

CAST:

Matsuda Gaku - Sakamoto Ryouma Tabuchi Noriaki - Thomas Blake Glover Umebayashi Ryouta - Katsu Kaishuu Ishida Naoya - Iwasaki Yatarou Aoki Takeshi - Takechi Hanpeita, Ookubo Toshimichi Yamamoto Masahiro - Takasugi Shinsaku Kuroda Yousuke - Saitou Hajime Ikenoue Yoritsugu - Gotou Shoujirou Nakauchi Tenma - Itou Hirobumi Shin Masatoshi - Kondou Choujirou Fujita Kyouhei - Mochizuki Kameyata Sawada Makoto - Murata Shinpachi Yamamoto Kenji - Saigou Takamori Part 2 only: Tanaka Naoki - Nakaoka Shintarou Kanegae Kou - Katsura Kogorou Tokura Yuuki - Tokugawa Yoshinobu

Director: Ootsuka Masashi Music: Wada Shunsuke, Matoda Hideya, Toyoda Kensuke Choreography: Kakitani Yui

Theme Songs: Part 1: "Tasogare no Umi no Ryuu" 「黄昏の海の龍」 Lyrics: Ootsuka Masashi; music: Wada Shunsuke; vocal: Niira Etsuko Part 2: "Suiheisen ni Kieta Rashinban" 「水平線に消えた羅針盤」 Lyrics: Ootsuka Masashi; music: Toyoda Kensuke; vocal: Niira Etsuko

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【斬バサネタバレ注意】 又兵衛と利休のやり取りがほんとほんわかしてて楽しくて寄席ドラマCDみたいで嬉しかった。ほかにも言いたいこと沢山あるけどいろいろありすぎてまとまらない┗(^o^)┛ﾜｧ とてもボリューミーな舞台でした。殺陣は初日からすごかったので東京千秋楽が楽しみすぎて仕方がない(((o( ˙-˙ *))o)))

[dirtybasaraconfessions]

I want Matabe to tie me up & cut me ._.

[straizo-relatable]

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@salemnightz

Introduction to the stage Tunnel Reunion/Tunnels of Doubt

[twinky-dinky-doo]

fleshing out some visuals for a fic im writing~

[salemnightz]

I got my tiny Matabei~

[hplehkonen]

Only 12 days left to the GLORIOUS DAY!

This is Matabei from Sengoku Basara.

[cybertronicspark]

Aftertaste

Character (s) : Gotou Matabei; Kuroda Kanbei; Date Masamune Word Count : 1271 Other Sites : N/A Warnings : Blood and character death Summary : After killing all the people in his Enmachou, Matabei wonders why revenge wasn’t as satisfying as he had hoped it would be. Takes place during Matabei’s drama route. For senbasajubilee

     It started to rain in Oshu. The fields that glowed a lush green under the sunlight were now soaked under the pitter patter of rain. Today, the soaked fields, the grass suffocated by the pilling up of mud, were joined by splatters of scarlet, the rich, redness fading away with the flow of rain water, like the lives of the many merry men of Oshu.

     Blades, some broken, and some not, but all stained with the blood of their wielders, were scattered across the fields surrounding Aoba Castle. Fallen men, with their armor cracked and broken, with their skin pierced, stabbed and torn through, were too scattered about the now crimson-stained fields, sleeping. Only, this was one they wouldn’t be waking up from.

     The bodies of the dead Date soldiers, along with the broken and battered remnants of what were once swords, made a bloody trail of relentless massacre that led into Aoba Castle, into the dragon’s den, the den of the One-Eyed Dragon, the glimmer of hope of the men of Date, the one they knew who could put an end to this blood-stained nightmare.

     But, even the One-Eyed Dragon had his wings clipped, his scales torn, and his fangs rendered useless. By the fanged beast in faded purple.

     “Kikikikiki…..D-Date…..Date Masamune……is finally…..finally……dead!! Kikikiki…KIKIKIKIKIKI!!” Matabei stood before the battered, bloody corpse of the fallen dragon king, the smile that was playing on his lips making its way even further up his cheeks. Matabei gripped his fanged blade, gloved fingers wrapping around the weapon. He pulled, yanking the blade out of Masamune’s gut, sickening squelching accompanying the blade as it made its way out, splattering blood across Matabei’s pale face. Staggering backward from the momentum, Matabei fell, sitting down, his blade clattering to the ground.

     “Date…..you’ve received….the-horrible-death-of-smearing-your-smug-face-with-the-blood-of-your-men penalty…kikikiki….” Matabei wheezed in-between his words, his dark eyes staring at the motionless dragon as he spoke. “This Matabei-sama…..has finally…finally… executed you….ahekuekekekeke….”

     “Hideyoshi-sama…..H-Hanbei-sama….did you see this…this Matabei-sama…execute this foolish dragon? Did you? DID YOU?”

     Silence. For the skies had no voice to answer him, no ears to listen to him.

     Sighing, Matabei lied down on the ground, paying no mind to Masamune next to him. Matabei pulled out his Enmachou, the pages now crumpled and torn and wet with blood. Opening the little mark book, names, scrawled on the yellowing parchment with black ink, jumped out at him, most of the names crossed out with a single, thick, brush stroke.

     All but one. Date Masamune.

     Matabei leaned over and dipped his clawed finger into the crimson flower that blossomed around Masamune, crossing out the dragon lord’s name in his Enmachou with a swift stroke of crimson.

     Holding the Enmachou in the air, Matabei simply stared, at the clusters of crossed out names, and at the final one crossed in dried blood. The pitter patter of rain continued, peppering the Enmachou, soaking it. Matabei flung the Enmachou away, the book landing unceremoniously in a puddle. He now stared at the grey, gloomy, cloudy sky, as raindrops rolled down his face, caressing him, before returning to the puddles below.

     He just didn’t understand.

     He had killed everyone in his Enmachou.

     He had crossed out every single name.

     He had tainted his hands with their putrid, honorable, dignified, blood.

     He had made up for his past losses, his wounded pride.

     So shouldn’t he be happy?

     Shouldn’t he be celebrating?

     He just…..didn’t understand. Matabei didn’t understand what he was feeling at that very moment, under the gaze of the clouds and their dark underbellies. It was a strange, surreal emptiness that was eating away inside of him, enveloping him from within in its cold, cruel embrace. Now that he had killed everyone in his Enmachou, what was he to do now? He had achieved his goals, mended his damaged pride, and now….he was aimless. Directionless. Like the ronin he had become, ever since he left Kuroda Kanbei’s side, ever since he left that mole to his mining and his delusions of grandeur.

     Matabei hated this feeling. This feeling of absolute emptiness.

     He wished he could write it down in his Enmachou, hunt it down, kill it, and rid his life of it. He wished it could be as simple as that. As simple as hunting and killing a person.

    Matabei turned his gaze to his Enmachou lying deep in the puddle of water, the drenched pages tearing away from the mark book. Getting up from the ground, Matabei walked over to the puddle and picked up the book, a thin sheet of parchment slipping out from between soaked pages. Matabei bent down and picked it up, his lips, now wet from the rain, forming a thin line at the messy juvenile handwriting that filled the little piece of paper. His handwriting.

Whisked away from the place he held dear, away from lovely Harima To a place with a castle that pierced the sunny sky of Osaka A castle with endless halls lined with the flutter of light pink blossoms A castle with a library filled with shelves upon shelves of books A castle as regal as the lord that ruled within it, his fists mighty A castle as beautiful as the strategist plagued with sickness, his voice like smooth velvet A castle as wonderful as the scruffy caretaker, his smile honest and warm like the midday sun A castle that he now calls home.

     All at once, a flurry of forgotten memories resurfaced in Matabei’s mind, the poem a reminder of a forgotten pastime, a forgotten peaceful carefreeness, a forgotten feeling of utmost joy, and a forgotten relationship that now lay buried deep under the heavy rocks of  Ishigakibaru.

     Matabei hated the sudden rush of emotions. He hated the memories that now came rushing back to him.

     He wanted those sickeningly joyous memories to just fade away.

     He wanted to put them under lock and key and burn them.

     He just…wanted them gone.

     Because wouldn’t it be simpler if he just continued living the way he lived now?

     The life of a ronin. Without attachments.

     Without that silly mole insisting he return to him.

     Kuroda Kanbei. The thought of that man made Matabei sick to the stomach. That man dwelled in the past, always seeing Matabei as the quiet little boy that was handed over to him by Gotou Motokuni, always viewing him as the same naïve child in need of his protection in his fringe-obscured eyes.

     Matabei hated him. At least, that was what he wanted to do. To be able to hate that man.

     He even wrote Kanbei’s name in his Enmachou. Only to cross it out immediately.

     He wasn’t able to hate him, as much as he wanted to do so. And that made Matabei angry.

     It made him angry at himself, angry at the irony that he, too, dwelled on memories of the past, angry at the overwhelming mixture of emotions that throbbed in his heart at that moment. Anger, emptiness and confusion were the emotions Matabei felt, as he stuffed the poem back into the pages of his Enmachou, grabbed his fang blade, and took one last look at the now decaying dragon lord, and made his way through the trail of bodies he had left earlier, the rain now stopping and the sky slowly returning to its azure hue.

     Matabei was now off to Ishigakibaru, to meet a certain mole and to hopefully rid his mouth of the horribly bitter aftertaste of finally clearing his Enmachou. Who knew a dish as initially joyfully sweet as revenge would have such a terrible aftertaste?

[dirtybasaraconfessions]

“I just want to cuddle the destructive dinosaur.”

[straizo-relatable]

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@salemnightz @brookie4cookies

Introduction to the stage Itsukushima: Sanbee Occupation

Unfortunately, I don’t know what they’re saying, but the context of the stage implies that Hanbei is trying to get Kanbei and Matabei to cooperate together to defeat the player. During the stage, the player can antagonize Kanbei and Matabei and make them turn against each other.