Author: Nami-chan.
Pairing : :DateSana, MotoMoto, KoSasu, IeMitsu, and some other I won't spoil
Disclaimers : I think we all would like to have the on right Sengoku Basara, but it's not my case
Dragon Tales Book Two
Part 35
Even more than the amazement and fear to see his worst nightmare materialize, it was a deep sense of shame mixed with regret that overwhelmed Ieyasu.
The eclipse that had distracted his men had been nothing to manage for him. He knew how to channel their fear and had continued to reassure all of those gravitating around him as if he was the sun they had just seen disappear. The fear in their eyes had slowly extinguished and the ranks had re-formed around him. He listened to their complaints, however none of them was consistent enough to help him understand what could have made them desert their posts like this.
Ieyasu had left the stronghold and dropped the part of the plan was to wait for Sanada because he understood that something that none of the generals of the Western alliance could have foreseen was about to happen. And what he had feared was happening right under his eyes.
The semblance of control and advantage they previously had on Orochi had made them overconfident.
When Sanada's ninja had come to meet him, eyes cold and as expressionless as an assassin on a mission and informed him that something had crazed the Dragons of the Date clan and that he had to put the soldiers away to protect them, Ieyasu knew internally that it was too late.
There was still some soldier in a blue armor alongside Sasuke. So few compared to the whole full a life troop he had seen leave the fort at the first light of dawn. Now they looked more like ghosts, wan, shifty, and restless and still reproaching themselves after having left their brothers behind.
The situation was serious but Ieyasu who was already managing the urgency of the fear of his men about these rampaging Dragons and the sudden darkness that had fallen on Sekigahara like an ominous canvas didn't had the time to reflect on the meaning of all of this.
So when the sun started to show itself again, the darkness disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared, Ieyasu clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into the leather of his gauntlet, so deeply that he felt a spike of pain.
It was nothing compared to the pain he felt in his very heart. Too similar to what he had felt when he realized how much he had hurt Mitsunari the first time. His heart had stopped beating before going to beat too fast, too strongly. Ieyasu's mind was fogged by the waves of emotions and he couldn't decide what to think.
This wasn't supposed to happen like that. The giant eight headed monster was just a fact of legend, so he couldn't believe his eyes even when the sun's rays bathed in their light this gigantic creature. This thing didn't happen to have eight head, after all some men in history had been better than him and managed to definitely destroy two of Orochi before he killed one with brute force, but this demon was real and it's five head were weapons, threats that menaced his people. This demon was so similar to the legends that Ieyasu wondered if this wasn't another provocation, Orochi who was mocking the poor humans who couldn't stop him from rising again.
Orochi was too far away, on the side of the plain, and yet too close from his army, too close from Mitsunari's... And his gigantic form made it visible to all those present at Sekigahara so he should have seen it too...
And Ieyasu and was ashamed. Again he failed in his promise because he knew even if voicing it out loud would make it too real, it was too late now to save their loved ones. Motochika was lost, Yukimura was lost and the others too, those he didn't know and who may have people who held them dear, bonds connected to them.
Their physical shell had been used as material for creating this thing that moved, lived, breathed and threatened them from the horizon of the plains.
More than ever Mitsunari's reproachful voice echoed in his head, like with Hideyoshi, he was powerless... what a traitor he was. Because even if he was prepared for that possibility, although it warned Masamune and Keiji and Magoichi and Tsuruhime and all of those who sought his help he wasn't infallible, Ieyasu dreaded the moment he would face them...how he would tell them of his failure.
Ieyasu gaze went to Sasuke since he had been alerted by the distinct metallic noise the ninja's made as he drew it. Not stopping to ponder on where did the ninja hid this weapon, Ieyasu looked at the palm of his own hand, uncertainty still hovering around him. Was he still decerving to be relied upon ?
He realized that his hesitation time had actually spanned for a few seconds, the time it took for the ninja to reflect and take on a fighting stance. It could only be inspired by Sasuke who didn't wait to act, eyes fixed on Orochi while his lord, whom everyone knew he considered a brother had without doubt been fully devoured by this monster.
He showed no doubt as to his intention, but he didn't as much hope as Ieyasu's to bear on his shoulders.
However, Sasuke's determination helped Ieyasu understand and regain his own. As with Hideyoshi, if he had betrayed them, betrayed their trust, there was still something he could do for them. Something he had willed himself to do if the worst were to happen.
The last resort. The final solution. The thing they had wanted to prevent. Even so, the idea there remained nothing else to do wouldn't make its way into Ieyasu; he couldn't help but cling to this very tiny hope that, seeing the creature closer, perhaps he would think of another solution.
"I don't know if you are going to keep standing here, but I don't intend to let Orochi have his way." Sasuke stated, definitely breaking Ieyasu out of his anguished train of thought.
Sasuke could understand that the young lord of Mikawa was in disarray, the youth and inexperience didn't play in his favor in such a moment and even if he had been able to direct and assemble a great army behind him, it was normal that some sparkle of doubt was still visible in his eyes. Before Ieyasu's silence, Sasuke decided not to wait anymore. He couldn't resist adding a barb hoping to make Ieyasu react like Yukimura would have.
Sasuke's eyelids closed slowly as to banish this image, this was not the time to think about that.
Against all odds, Ieyasu's hand grabbed his shoulder, cutting it in its tracks as Sasuke was about to run straight to the gigantic monster, refusing to wait for him to decide to make a move with army.
"You are wounded and exhausted. It would be suicide." Ieyasu shook his head trying to dissuade Sasuke.
With a smirk and a shrug Sasuke replied, "Ninjas are supposed to die to protect their master, right? It isn't a matter of honor like you Samurai… it is just how it should be. "He insisted, struggling to prevent his racing heart to end up shaking his voice.
"No." Ieyasu added with the will of the leader he truly was. "Someone has to help the troops to take shelter and you are all designated for this task," breaking the touch of his hand against the ninja's shoulder, Ieyasu turned his eyes toward Orochi, "It is my role to prevent this creature to make it here. And ... "Ieyasu didn't want to give false hopes but the rest of his sentence was heavy on his tongue." He will want to see you safe and sound when he returns." his heart was wounded again by the treason he committed.
Sasuke seemed perplexed at first, his eyebrows furrowing, then his expression softened and he twirled his shuriken between his fingers, playing with its invisible string. "I guess you're right."
The soldiers around them had followed their conversation, so they were close when Sasuke reached up to attract their attention before filling his lungs with the air he needed to give them instructions. Only Ieyasu forestalled him and with his voice loud and clear, he called the attention of those who were just starting to realize that Orochi was a real thing.
"Soldiers! A Menace even greater than the Eastern alliance was raised right in front of us. People of Mikawa, I promise to protect you from this threat, but I can't do it alone! I need your help and your cooperation. Those who follow me should do so knowing that death in battle would have been softer than what they will surely go through,"
The first words of Ieyasu's speech were enough to catch the remaining troop's attentions. His honesty struck everyone when he said that and a concerned murmur went through the men; all of them remained hanging at their lord lips, listening for its arguments.
"We still have time to stop this demon. His birth is still recent and we must take advantage of its weakness before it is too late. However there is no doubt he will stop at no cruelty to confront us! Soldiers, I ask you again, because you still have a choice. Those who choose to remain on the front line will not be though as cowards. Our enemies of the East are still present and no one will know if Orochi would be a sufficient threat for they choose to join us against him, you will have to stop them from taking this stronghold in my absence and protect our wounded. Sasuke will be your commander! "
A clamor replied, the still well and able soldiers raised their arms to heaven continuing to acclaim Ieyasu, them, who a few minutes before were prey to fear and were panicking at the idea of living something they couldn't understand, now they were so motivated. So that was the effect Ieyasu have on people?
Sasuke rubbed the bridge of his nose, his lips turned up doubtfully. "Yare, yare." He whispered.
"It's now or never! Forward!"
He raised his fist and the next moment the soldiers around him were brandishing their spears and blades, claiming and shouting their support for their leader.
Ieyasu then sprang, hurling himself towards the hills, straight to Orochi. Following his motion, the soldiers willing to fight regrouped. They ran behind Ieyasu's back, ready to give their lives at any time to ensure his victory.
Seeing them going like this, so full of enthusiasm and their moral inflated, it drew a smile on the Sasuke's lips. It seemed that it was only yesterday that Yukimura too could instill such courage into Kai's men. But now ... now he was the only one left.
Some men had remained with him, most of them injured or just too scared to have been convinced by Ieyasu's speech. They began to gather around him, waiting for him to gives orders since Ieyasu made him their commander. It was his duty to watch over them, as he would have done if they had all been wearing red armors. Only this time, there was not a single soldier of Kai to answer him... no because most of them chose to follow Yukimura; they were on the other side of the plain now.
Yet Sasuke didn't doubt of his choice even for a second, he knew were his place was. His frustration was even greater because thank to Ieyasu entrusting this responsibility to him he couldn't participate in Yukimura's liberation. He couldn't be with him.
A shadow suddenly passed over them, interrupting him before he could open his mouth. So fast that no one had time to see what it was, and eyes turned skyward. Nobody saw it coming when a man suddenly screamed.
Sasuke's reaction was to immediately go to the cry before had to abruptly stop himself before a scene of horror and savagery.
The soldier shouted and struggled, jaws of black dragon tight around its trunk. The usually pure white fangs were now dripping red where they were deeply planted in the man chest to his thigh. The dragon was shaking him like a vulgar rag doll while the screams diminished in volume, as he was slowly losing consciousness.
The soldiers couldn't at first grasp how a Dragon of this size could have slid behind them and grab one of them without their having had time to do anything. However, they were faster than Sasuke to react, surrounding the creature in a fatal circle, their spears ready to pierce the scales of the slender shaped monster.
The Dragon released his prey by sending it flying through the tight rows before him.
And Sasuke remained motionless, his Shuriken almost slipping through his fingers. His heart was too heavy for the information that his eyes were observing to be transmitted correctly. He couldn't be mistaken, even if he had barely seen that black Dragon once or two times.
How could he forget that fateful night which changed his and his young master life's forever? These scales of coal he had seen glistening under the light of the flames, the same scar that he had often stroked with only the tips of his fingers.
His hope for him to be safe flew away as soon as the first spear hit the beast flank. The Dragon roared, ready to pounce at the man who had dared to touch him before a small human with auburn hair attracted his attention, shouting:
"Stop!" Sasuke let out before he could prevent himself.
The soldier's curious and skeptical glances turned to him. Provided each didn't relax its vigilance on the Dragon, and although all of them couldn't understand why he gave this order, they waited. Sasuke stepped forward, determined look on his face, it was his duty to confront this Dragon.
The black Dragon growled and snarled, his lips rolling up and heaving under the pressure of the air passing between his teeth. His back curved ready to pounce at any opportunity. Then his crazed gaze met the ninja's eyes. A look of fire that made the Dragon shudders.
"Stay back!" Sasuke said trying to make some distance between the soldiers and the Dragon, "It's my responsibility to take care of him."
More than ever at this moment, Sasuke could understand why Yukimura had always been so quick to say that Masamune's life was his. At that moment he wanted no one but himself near Kojuuro, he didn't want anybody to touch him, and yet someone had to stop this feral beast. It was a wild dragon threatening the lives of all the men around him, all that were left with him to defend the stronghold.
He wouldn't entrust this thankless task to anyone else and for nothing in the world he would have let someone else do it.
A blue armored soldier grabbed his arm holding his Shuriken. Even if the man trembled facing the murderous look that Sasuke instantly sent toward him, he held his ground.
"It's our number two. We have to do it." He stated.
The look he sent Sasuke was full of sadness and determination, other soldiers in blue armor came to support his allegations.
Sasuke understood what they were trying to do. Him and Kojuuro certainly weren't as expansive as Masamune and Yukimura could be when they were together, but you had to be blind and deaf to have missed at least one time he had made Kojuuro laugh, the smiles they exchanged even when they were far from each other's, the necessary contacts that lingered beyond reason ... but he could listen to their pleas. It was precisely because there were all of those little things between him and Kojuuro that he should be the one to end everything.
Finally, Kojuuro decided for them. Their futile quarrel had given time for the dragon to find the weak point in their circle. Sasuke barely had time to dodge, leaping toward the ground, bringing the man still attached to his arms down with him while he protectively covered him with his own body.
A fireball had exploded behind them and if he had to guess by the painful sensation of a biting burn on his back, the flames had reached Sasuke.
When he straightened up, adrenaline helping him endure his pain, the flinch on his face didn't escape the clan soldier below him. The man was on the verge to say something but Sasuke looked away, refusing to see that even after that, even after their stupid quarrel over who would have the right to attempt to kill the man he loved almost had them killed, he was still determined to obtain this right.
Sasuke's eyes widened when they stilled on the Black Dragon's slender form. The fire that still escaped from the hole where he stood until then was weakening but it was enough to project sinister light on the beast scales. Just like that night... it gave him a glistening look, almost ethereal. It was beautiful even then. But what especially caught Sasuke's attention were his eyes, these two pearls encrusted under those hard and frowning brows.
They were all too human.
The Dragon's eyes weren't the only thing which had changed his behavior two. In a few seconds the Dragon had gone from threatening to panic.
When he had landed, fangs forward, claws scraping the ground and tail cleaving the air behind him, they all had no doubt about his intentions. Even when the soldiers had surrounded him, the wildness of his gaze told them of his true thirst for blood.
Now he retreated against the spears pointed at him, his lips no longer showed rage but what appeared to be concern. It also seemed to look for a way out despite the soldiers around him. He could fly away if it had become its new prerogative. So why was he acting like this?
It was incoherent, as if he just realized that something wasn't right that he had almost nearly kill-
And what if it was true?
Sasuke agonizingly straightened up, ignoring the protests the Date's clan men date and his own body, clutching his injured shoulder, yet he did not let go if his weapon. Step by step, he advanced towards the Dragon, so much hope filling his heart that it could kill him if all of this was a just a ploy from the Dragon to attract him. Their eyes met and Kojuuro stopped moving. His long belly covered in scale touched the ground and his nose followed, submissive and sorry.
Painfully, Sasuke came to him to the astonishment and disbelief from the audience. He reached his free hand, the one that he had until then used to offset the pain in his shoulder. His limb stood for a moment hovering above the Dragon nose.
"Kagetsuna." he said, almost tenderly.
The Dragon gave a start, swiftly opening his jaw wide while cries of terror rang. His fangs had closed around Sasuke's contour and it seemed so frail between the huge jaws, but at no time the Dragon had touched him.
At the second that lucidity fled from Kojuuro's eyes, Sasuke knew he wouldn't have the time to react. However, his life didn't pass by his eyes, only persisted the idea that it couldn't have been a more honorable death for a ninja. Amusing, coming from him as he often said that honor didn't matter for someone like him. A second later and the Dragon lucidity returned, and his heart inflated with the happiness to see that he was right to believe in Kojuuro.
The jaws retreated, and the snoot fell back to the ground. The dragon let out a kind of plaintive moan, so horrible that it tore at the heart of all those who heard it.
The adrenaline left Sasuke's body as it had appeared and the relief of not having been devoured took it in its wake... His last forces were drained and this time it was Sasuke who fell to the ground. His leg no longer supporting him, he staggered for a moment before dropping gently. He knew it. His instinct had not deceived him.
Forgetting the threat of being pierced with spears at the slightest movement, the Dragon's muzzle quickly rose to catch the ninja along its length. Resting half of his body on the Dragon while his legs dragged on the ground, Sasuke put his own head some centimeters away from the creature's beautiful eyes.
Laying on the wrinkled and rough surface of the snout which he used for support, Sasuke couldn't help indulge in a caress, there just above the eye, slightly scratching an eyebrow.
"You are you." he said, finally ending his sentence. "You found a way to come back."
The black Dragon eyes narrowed in an expression of affection, and although the spears of the Date clan departed as soon as Sasuke's words reached the owner's ears some less confident stayed for security.
"I think I might take a little nap right now. Do you have any objection?" Sasuke asked tiredly, his voice falling between two yawns.
Blowing hard through his nostrils, the Dragon tried to keep Sasuke awake, but it was a useless effort because he was falling into out of consciousness, pain and fatigue outweighing everything else.
Witnessing the scene, some soldiers tried to get closer to withdraw the ninja from the Dragon, but Kojuuro appeared hostile toward them again, even if he no longer showed any blood thirst. He didn't want to let him go now, he obviously wasn't as completely himself as Sasuke had thought, nevertheless what was certain was that he wouldn't give the ninja back so easily even without knowing why he acted as such.
Two soldiers approached cautiously, wishing to shelter Sasuke and see him being cared for his wounds. Kojuuro could feel that his price's skin on his snoot was strangely bare and wet, but he absolutely refused to trust people who a moment ago were pointing deadly weapons on him.
He stepped back. Menacingly screeching between his teeth to make them know he wouldn't let them take him away.
"Number two." whispered one of the men, trying to get his attention.
It somehow worked because the Dragon's head turned toward the man. Then the man stepped aside, revealing a gigantic creature behind the troops far away.
The beast had five head incoherently moving in every direction, tangling and whipping the air, searching the ground while sometimes a massive paw would rose and fell in a crash that made the small stones vibrate around him. Sometimes a ray of blue light appeared almost imperceptibly and it seemed coming from something the beast was trying to catch.
"The chief is busy there, he'll need you soon enough." the man went on. "We need you to trust us and let this one care into our hands."
Kojuuro backed away again, the split pupils of his eyes dilating, he once again let out this unbearable and pain filled complaint. He tried to see how this human resting on his nose was. He could feel his hair tickling him while his woodsy scent filled his nostrils before being quickly replaced by the powerful smell of burning and iron...
Half-heartedly, he let his human slid to the ground before him, leaving the other humans get closer to retrieve him. Then he looked up again, toward this creature that inspired in him hatred and regret.
Oh lord... did he really dared to attack Masamune-sama? He did, right? Everything was blurry, but he could still remember his master's accusing and disappointed look...
A blinding light unexpectedly emanated from his body, stunning all who still had spears raised at him. When the light came back to a tolerable intensity for the human eye, it revealed Kojuuro prostrated on the ground staring at the palms of his hands, ten fingers of pink and soft skin stained by Sasuke's burned skin and innocent's blood.
His nudity was the least of his worries as his body was shivering and his muscles were still stiff with the shock that the transformation had imposed to them. It was very little compared to the pain in his heart. Kojuuro had yet to find the strength to forgive himself, but he couldn't stay moping when Masamune, Sasuke and his people needed him.
His stern gaze fell on the unconscious ninja supported by two soldiers who seemed to be lost between taking him away themselves or whatever Kojuuro wanted.
"Idiot, you should have killed me from the second I threatened you." He stated, his voice lowered and far from the assurance he usually showed. He sighed wearily.
Like waking from his stupor, following Kojuuro's words a soldier came out of the ranks, pushing those in front of him he knelt before his commander. He held a coat in his arms and two swords. Kojuuro frowned as he recognized his belongings
"Sir! I had to go back there and retrieve them. "The soldier felt pressured to said," It was worth the risk I know it now…because if you can still fight…" he lost his sentence, doubting his own speech now that he could see Kojuuro closer.
And he wasn't in a so good shape.
Ending all his doubts, Kojuuro nodded his usual frown still present. He reached out to retrieve his somewhat damaged coat and draped it over his shoulders, finally recovering some heat and slowing his chills before he answered the soldier. "Orochi his stating to lose his influence over us, Masamune-sama is winning." he said, pride showing through in his voice.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The central head plunged to try to hinder his trajectory. Masamune jumped at the last moment after having anticipated this too predictable movement. Using the bearded head as stepping stone, he struck the blue eyed with his blade before it could get to him.
The creature screamed in frustration more than with pain. It shook as if stung by mere a mosquito.
It was extremely frustrating for Masamune too. This pitiful game of playing cat and mouse had goes on for too long. Orochi was perhaps imposingly huge and Masamune may not be noyhing more than an ant in its scale but he was a fast and deadly ant, acting with intelligence and determined to do damage. So why wasn't this going faster?
The body, like the necks of all the different heads bore scars of the many sharp attacks he had managed to deal upon them. The grayish scales of the body that completely covered a hill pan were reddened by small blood stream.
Masamune had been quick to notice that even though the wounds he inflicted on the necks were closing and healing quickly, it was not exactly the case for the body.
Only it was like trying to sweep the equivalent of a forest with a single blade. And it was a forest that had teeth and was defending itself.
It had been difficult to postpone all his attention on this part of Orochi because it implied that he would be even closer to the danger and now every time the creature raised its paw it was to try crushing him under it. The shocks the massive limb caused when falling on the ground reverberated inside Masamune every time. More than once he had nearly lost balance when he didn't simply have to brace himself in order to keep his last meal in his stomach.
Yet wasn't the only problem he faced. Masamune strength was waning at an unusually fast pace, Murakumo draining him more and more every time he cut a new wound.
And he didn't want to risk using his gift of flight, the memory of his fall still too solid within his body.
Masamune fell out of Orochi's reach, wiling his legs no to waver at the impact as he raised his blade again. He had sworn that he would try till his last breath and that was his intention, it wasn't worth thinking more over it.
Orochi central head straightened out, its full length pointing to the sky, putting itself out of Masamune's range. He couldn't predict that the creature would let out a sort of profound and guttural laugh. The Black Pearl which Masamune stared at rising and lowering due to the vibrations.
The blue eyes shined back to Masamune, every ounce of playfulness had disappeared from these eyes, they were narrowed and jaws full of teeth began to move.
"Poor insect. Do you really think we can still be stopped? We are a God, submit yourselves to us or you will be consumed."
The booming and slightly rocky voice surprised Masamune. He frowned in response. Was it that Orochi had gained back enough strength to be able to speak to him?
"Tch" he retorted. Then his mouth closed in a confident smile when he sensed what was coming behind him.
Orochi's heads were quick to position themselves towards what Masamune had foreshadowed and soon the wind carried the sounds too, the sound of the hundred men rushing toward Orochi.
"We're not prone to submit to an oppressor wannaby God without a good fight, you see?" Masamune pointed at Orochi with the tip of his sword. "A God who is bleeding his a God that can be cut into pieces." his smile became predatory.
Masamune swiftly ducked while a blinding yellow light came projected from behind him. This dazzling light disturbed Orochi and the two heads at its left banged in their attempt to react. From the light came Ieyasu as he jumped over Masamune.
Thanks to his momentum, he fell heavily to the ground, his fist falling on the earth sounded like rumbling thunder. This time when the earth shook, the Orochi's left leg sank into the soil right until the angle of what looked like an elbow was protruding out, lowered by the rift that had just formed below it. The creature roared in anger and defeat after quickly finding that it couldn't free his member so easily.
Ieyasu straightened up, proud and muscles strained by his effort, he struck his fist one against the other, the energy emitted by this action slightly brightened the stale atmosphere surrounding Orochi.
"Our fight just started Orochi. Now is not the tome underestimate the tenacity of all those who refuse your oppression!" Ieyasu said.
"Oh ?" against all odds Orochi seemed rather amused by the situation even though the creature was in trouble. "Is this a glimmer of hope that we see shining in your eyes, ridiculous little Omnyoji ? So be it, we know what your truly wish then. Let us in our infinite goodness allow you to see them one last time before your ultimate demise."
Following the central head words, the other heads acted together, their movement set as a choreographed dance. They craned their necks towards the sky too, and they stopped to wave and move around. Then with noise disturbingly both wet and squeaky, a silhouette began to emerge between their scales right through the base of their necks.
Five silhouettes of different shape and size came out on each of Orochi's neck. They were human, but not any human. Motochika's was the more recognizable, even though his hard and sullen face seemed dead covered by this gray skin, like very thin a funeral shroud was covering his body. Matsu's face seemed troubled but just like Motochika, no one could really tell if she slept a death sleep or not. The other two, neither Ieyasu nor Masamune knew them. It didn't mean that Ieyasu's heart felt nothing when he saw them.
Seething, muscles tense with effort, Masamune refused to wait for the central head to eventually show to figure behind its skin. Only, Ieyasu held his movement, grabbing his arm before he could go spend all his rage over the demon.
"You know Orochi his just cruelly baiting us, Dokuganryu. Don't let your emotions get the better of you." Ieyasu advised, shaking his head to show his disapproval.
Masamune wanted to down his fist on his pretty face, but just when he was about o succumb to his needs he saw right through Ieyasu's mask, he saw the same hopelessness he was felling because they failed their friends.
This unpleasant guttural laugh reverberated through the central head throat as he uttered these words. "They are became our flesh our blood, come and join them if it is that you deplore their loss."
Not even sparing a glance at the pale outline the Yukimura like corpse who just finished to be drawn out from under Orochi's skin, Masamune stared at the black pearl that glistened under the creature's chin. He didn't listen to the words dripping with poison that the demon sought to insinuate in him.
He pointed the finger at the pearl, drawing Ieyasu's attention toward the object.
"It's weak but I'm sure I can feel their presence." he says confident.
Ieyasu's eyes widened in amazement, he may have lost most of the spiritual connection he had when they had sealed back Oda, but now that the Masamune told him, he could feel it too. These weak souls... Was this feeling only the manifestation of the hope that he had refused to let go?
"IEEEEEEYYYAAAAASSSUUUUU!"
But Ieyasu did not really have time to reflect on the subject.
TBC
Again I'm so sorry for the wait, but I'm happy some of you are still reading and enjoying this. balancing life and time for writting might be a real challenge right now but it won't always be the case.
Thank for reading, see you in the next chapter.