Takahito had used his extraordinary intelligence to bring about this battle. But he was allied with neither faction, and had merely created—or more precisely, fabricated—a pretext for the battle. The combatants knew neither Hida Takahito’s face nor even his name. But regardless of whether or not they knew him, there was no mistaking that Takahito’s schemes had drove those who only a few months ago had been defending Higo together on good terms to brutally slaughter each other.

“Since it’s true, I don’t mind repeating that I’m a genius. But being a genius is a pain. It’s anguishing having to manage my precious talents. My talent is mine alone. It’s not something I inherited from my parents, and it’s not something I’ll pass on to my children. There’s no one else like me. I’m too unique, too special. Man, it’s such a burden.”

Takahito slumped down his shoulders as he called his talent a heavy load. He truly felt that his talent was a pain. He sat on a roof that might collapse within a half hour, watching the battle that was proceeding exactly as he expected, precisely as he planned, with neither the smallest anomaly nor the slightest deviation. He watched, lamenting the enormity of his intellect.

Kyotou Yasuri Chapter 2