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- The stage was set for a play of four acts.
- The first one began with a duel.
- A field by a tiny village.
- Dozens of uniformed soldiers march in formation, wielding steel and gun, brimming with war-lust, yet
- cloaked in eerie silence. Their forms dance in sinister colors, their wickedness amplified by the crimson
- rays of the setting sun.
- At the head of the army stood a group of soldiers clad in armor forged of thick, rigid steel, all armed with
- blades. Even a single one of these warriors could unleash terrible destruction incomparable in magnitude
- to the battalion of regular infantry behind them – the sheer terror they reflected stood testament to that
- fact, and told the tale in far greater detail than a thousand words ever could.
- The one who spoke now was a steel-clad warrior spearheading the troops facing the village – the pride
- and arrogance soaking into his every word evidenced that he was the one commanding this army.
- Commander: I know that this village is sheltering a rebel who took part in the Kurakake insurrection.
- Hand him over without resistance. Fail to do so, and this village shall be razed to the ground!
- His voice was heard by a group of villagers repairing a nearby fence. There was not a single soul among
- them who failed to understand the meaning behind his words – all of them knew very well that his
- proclamation was no empty threat. And yet, none of them showed any sign of fear.
- What swept across the small crowd… was anger.
- Those bastards. Mad dogs, rotten to the core.
- They lacked the courage to speak up. But they continued to murmur among each other, their voices
- heavy with loathing. Rokuhara. Rokuhara.
- They spit out that single word in a low voice.
- Rokuhara. The commander of the battalion answering to that name repeats his earlier proclamation. The
- villagers continue their low whispers of mixed hatred and animosity without answering his call.
- The commander repeats the line one more time. As he does so, his soldiers point their guns at the
- villagers. The murmurs die down as fear begins to stir in their hearts. Yet their burning hate ceases to
- perish. A gaze of silent hatred, of silent loathing.
- That silence was abruptly broken – but not by the commander’s firing order. The villagers dispersed as a
- man stepped out from within their crowd.
- Please, Lord samurai. Don’t do this – you cannot! You will be massacred! Lord samurai!
- Voices were raised one after the other, all to stop him. The man answered their pleas with but a single
- phrase:
- Old Samurai: Thank you for everything.
- Leaving the crowd behind, the steel-clad warrior made his way towards the commander – his armor
- identical to the ones worn by the oppressors. If there was indeed a difference to be found, it had to be
- the state of their armor. Taking utmost care of its steel, boasting of an utterly perfect condition; or
- continuing on mindless of injuries, leaving the armor to the rot of decay.
- Such was the only difference between the two – a military commander and a deserter.
- The old deserter stepped forward. His hand was clasped by another, much smaller than his. It was a little
- girl. She clung onto him in silence, refusing to let go.
- The man looked down at her in silence, reached for her head and gently patted it. Her grasp loosened in
- response and let him go. Tears welled in her eyes as the old man left her behind, continuing his march
- In the field between villagers and troops, the two warriors stood to face each other.
- Kakei: Why are you here, Saginuma?
- Saginuma: I merely came to pay my respects to a former superior, Major Kakei. Or should I say… exMajor.
- Kakei: Do you truly promise to leave the villagers unharmed?
- Saginuma: As I’ve previously stated, we shall overlook the crimes of this village in exchange for handing
- you over to us.
- Kakei: Very well. So…? Do you wish to personally cross blades with me, here and now? Should you not
- turn to your underlings for aid?
- Saginuma: And why would I need to do such a thing?
- Kakei: …………….
- Saginuma: I believe you prided yourself in having never lost a one-on-one duel. I cannot possibly cast
- you to the fiery depths of the otherworld without crushing that winning streak. For one who betrayed
- the Rokuhara Shogunate deserves not a shred of glory! It appears you are unable to take to the skies in
- your current condition. Let us settle the score here on the ground, then.
- Kakei: You are clearly not lacking in confidence, Saginuma. To think a novice like you have come to spout
- such words. I shall gladly accept your challenge… and make an offering of your head on my way to the
- otherworld.
- Saginuma: Those are my lines, Kakei. I look forward to washing down the taste of your blood with a cup
- of exquisite sake.
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