It was the year 1582, June 21, the Honnou-ji Incident.
Breathless, the swords watched the building they had just escaped from caved in on itself. The fire burned strongly, lighting up the night sky and burning everything in its path. The voices of the armies had all been drowned out when they watch that one person walking out of the fire, a teenager followed behind him cautiously.
Armies of purple followed the two out of the burning temple, yet, they weren't as frightening as the man who held a severed head in his hand. It was still dripping with blood and the swords looked up to see the face of the man whose eyes danced with mad victory.
Oda Nobunaga.
He shouldn't be alive. He shouldn't even escaped the fire of the Honnouji temple. He should've died in it's flame, and yet, here he was, the severed head of his enemy in his hand. Mitsuhide, the man who raged war against his own master, Oda Nobunaga, was dead.
"He shouldn't...be alive…" Souza could hear the defeated wails of his teammates beside him. They was right, and yet, their eyes told them otherwise.
They had failed their mission.
"Watch out!" One of them shouted but it was too late. Instantly, Souza felt a stabbing pain on his back and his vision blurred, the shrill cry of his brother the last thing he heard before succumbing to darkness.