It was like a passing dream, almost unreal. . . Not a day did he imagine to slice the flesh of the devil, to play the valiant's role in such a way, to be granted such great power followed with big responsibilities.
Has it truly been fourteen years since that day of the awakening? How cruel could the wheels of time be? Once wind brought the news of the death of his beloved partner his heart was filled with agony and sorrow.
Fourteen years wasted, if only the Great Samanosuke could manipulate time, he certainly would have ceased its wheels from revolving.
No matter how much he grieves for the dead, his cries will never reach them, never will they hear. . . never will they know.
After shedding this much tears the Samurai acknowledged the grand conclusion, those tears are of no use, for they will not bring those who departed from the realm of the living, it is futile to cry over the dead, for they shall never return. . . But he mourns because he is human, a human with complex of emotions, how can a passionate being not lament for their loss?
Many soldiers fell amidst the battlefield, the flames of war showed no mercy to the peaceful villagers, a blazing battle with its beginning long forgotten, however its ending will be marked down as the greatest in the history of Japan.
Carrying on his duty with a miserable heart and a unwavering courage, the Nobel Samanosuke Akechi made his way to the Genma Tank that was heading to Honoji Temple to support Nobunaga Oda.
His face hid well behind the veil, his swords moved swiftly to slaughter the dreadful Genmas, using the Oni Gauntlet to trap the lost souls. Only little time was left until the enemy's tank reaches Honoji Temple. Hastily, he ran to where the controlling chamber is, giving no heed to the Genmas pursuit. His blade greeted the glass surface of the door, shattering it to bits and bits. Orbitals that reflected the colours of rage and agony settled upon the imprisoned tainted Oni, Gargant. Two spear wielding Genmas who were set off guarding charged at the valiant, as the battle between spears and blades began. During the clash, the veil that covered his face would slip off exposing his identity. Only then, the tainted Oni, Gargant demanded the two spear wielders to halt. For a splendid battle between the Great Samanosuke and the Gargant is about to begin, vigorously he leapt towards him. Flashing sword to sword, it almost seemed the chances of victory was very thin to the Samurai, however. . . Shifting his heed from the fight to the strange machine fueled with Dark Essence. If he were to destroy it, the Genma Tank will never reach Nobunaga.
Piercing his sword at machine's center, it began to erupt. Gargant desperately threw his own weapon on his target in hopes of taking him down before he succeeds, however, Samanosuke had already jumped off the flying vehicle escaping greatly.
The Genma Tank was no more, so were the Genmas abroad, yet Gargant was the only one who remained standing. Barely did Samanosuke catch his breath after this blazing battle, another is yet to begin. Transforming into an Onimusha, his skin changed to dark, and his ebony locks faded to white, tresses dancing with the calm wind. He gathered all the wondering souls of the fallen Genmas and trapped them in his Gauntlet.
Gargant took out his blade and slashed, yet his blade greeted the Onimusha's sword, deflecting his attack he quickly stabbed the other's stomach, and at that moment their eyes met.
Gargant's orbitals were filled with shock and wonder, but by the passing seconds they changed into pleased ones. His lips parted as a satisfied laugh escaped his vocals, why laugh at such moment? The moment of his fall? Perhaps his wish was to die in such a battle?
There wasn't more time to lose, the successful Samanosuke hurried to Honoji Temple, regrouping with the troops that is led by the rebellious Mitsuhide Akechi. The troops assaulted the temple, while Samanosuke encountered the tyrant Nobunaga.
"Nobunaga!"
Shouted the valiant with his voice accompanied with rage, he was soon responded with a scornful laugh from the Genma Lord.
"If it isn't Samanosuke Akechi. You have come from a long journey, however I'm afraid that it shall end now."
Before Nobunaga attempted to draw his blade, his vassal that goes by the name Ranmaru Mori stood his ground and asked permission of his Lord to take this one down. Ever so arrogantly he belittled the Great Samanosuke Akechi. His fingers embraced the hilt of his sword, pulling it out of its sheath. Displaying confidence to his fine abilities, there he charged at the noble samurai. Sword to sword again, until the valiant saw an opening to his chest, slashing at it.
"M. . . My Lord. . . I failed you. . ."
Mumbled the lad what was concluded to be his final departing words. The Genma Lord did not display any sort of emotions towards the fallen Ranmaru, neither did he feel pity nor shame; for he was nothing more but a expandable asset to him.
This battle had several interruption, making it seem as though this war is never ending. However, this is not the time to stop.
A small black hole appeared from the wooden surface of the burning grounds, it stretched wider and wider until it enshrouded him with a coat of darkness, it dragged him along with the fallen Ranmaru. And the two figures vanish before Nobunaga's very eyes.
"What is this?"
Wondered the warlord in amazement coupled with confusion. Even amidst devastating wars, the wheels of fate will not cease from revolving no matter the circumstances. Now, what will be the fate of our hero? Where shalt he be guided? Only time will tell.