As
I prepare to make clear to all the meaning of enduring loyalty,
I
wish to conquer the five continents,
How
grievous that my comrades have died!
All
my pleasures are accompanied by sorrow.
By
Heaven's grace my own life has been spared,
So
I vow to myself that I shall repay my country.
February
9, 1869
The man who said that time soothes the wounded spirit spoke sincerely. And I wait for that unknown time to pass – until I find that final peace of mind.
It is only one year since the Emperor was rightfully returned to the throne. And yet even now, the work we put into motion six years ago is not done.
But where does he wander, that red-haired boy who Shoguko and I took in as a comrade and used as Heaven's justice?
Does he wander, or does he flee? Have I ruined him as Shinsaku feared?
Matsu tells me to stop worrying. My health as always is troublesome, and with so much still yet to do in building this new era -- that is all she can do.
Ah Shinsaku, I wish you were here. Himura might not have disappeared had you survived to see this new day. You both might still be with me, and we might be able to ensure that this new era does not die before it truly begins.
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Along the deserted highway, a man walked, his unusual hair covered by a humble straw hat which covered up his remarkable appearance.
The scar on his face was covered.
And so the only thing that spoke of who and what he once was -- was the one sword he carried at his side. The other had been abandoned. Samurai no longer, he wandered, searching for redemption.
And so I write a drabble from the POV of Katsura Kogoro (known as Kido Takayoshi in Year 1 of the Meiji). The poem above is from his actual diary entry on that date. My intent with this drabble and perhaps series is to weave history and fiction in a time period that weaves the story of the wanderer with the statesmen and others who are important to the era that was built.Wish me luck. >.