Putting a hand to his right eye covered with an eye patch, Masamune narrowed his single left eye. He was sitting by a garden. A secret garden. His secret garden. He had tried to grow plants, knowing Kojuro was the master at growing crops. But, all he had managed to grow was a couple isogiku plants. It was hard to take care of them, being so busy most of the time and being a Lord of a land. How did Kojuro manage to be successful with such things…? It was fitting. He was calm and calculative, while Masamune was impulsive and rough. Clenching a hand into a fist, Masamune closed his eye. But, he immediately opened it again, seeing a terrible vision under his eyelids. Bodies and corpses of countless fallen soldiers, with the ground stained red. Heartbeat quickening, Masamune let out a ragged sigh. His hands shook, and he stared at the failing flowers in his garden. One was wilting more than the others, and it would only be a matter of time before the cold weather of Oushu took its course on all the poor flowers. Daring to close his eye again, Masamune was thankfully only welcomed by a blackness. He put up a strong face when he was with others and even alone, but there were times when he was alone that he would break down. His usual haughty attitude would diminish, his deep gaze would turn pained, and he would cover both his eyes with his hands. His right saw the horrible traumas of his childhood, while his left would see the horrors of the battlefield. Masmune clenched his eye patch in his hand, tearing it off his face. He had taken too many lives to even count. Human lives. It hurt. Most of them were innocent. Why did he care? He didn't have the time to care! He shouldn't even give them a thought! But Masamune couldn't help it as he bit his lip and bended his head over. He wanted no one to see him like this, ever. Though there were no tears, his body convulsed with tearless sobs. This didn't happen often, so whenever it did, it got worse. Masamune's sanity would collapse, giving way to the horrible memories. As he sat there, his shoulders shaking, he didn't hear the footsteps around the corner a man with a scar on his cheek walking away.