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Samurai Warriors – KOEI
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AZUKI
Takatora doesn't really fond of sweets—on several occasion, but when Yoshitsugu offering a red bean bun with lots of stuff, he couldn't ever said no. Rather than don't want to waste some foods, he's more attracted to a sheer of blush lingering on Yoshitsugu's face everytime Takatora accepted the bun.
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STONES
"They said the way you built a castle shows what kind of man you are," Takatora fold his arms in front of his chest while glaring at bunch of people cheering under a sakura tree, "Do you think I resemble my works?"
Yoshitsugu lift his head from a plate of a kind of green wagashi, staring at him for several seconds, then blinks slowly.
"Not really," he bring his eyes towards the other tree, "The castle was no doubt very strong and glamorous, but you are..." he smiled, thinly, "Rather soft."
"Soft?"
Yoshitsugu nodded, then staring back at his wagashi, "...sometimes."
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WAR
Nothing last forever. Takatora knows that too well. His parents, his masters, his castles, his comrades, himself.
But all those deep scars were nothing compared to the feels when he has to take Yoshitsugu's life.
The love of his life.
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SAKE
"It's not that I want to bring myself drunk everytime I came to see you," Takatora growls, raising his other hand to caress Yoshitsugu's tomb, "But this liquor has the strongest smell. So at least if you can't drink, you can still feel it and enjoy it as much as I am."
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