Fool

The warrior smelled the spice and cooking meat of the stall in front of him. Hungry, he moved forward, the wind ruffling his purple and green haori. A little white monkey chattered from where it sat in the folds of his robe.

As he traded several coins for some food, a laugh made him look at the next stall. There were female courtiers (he could see the grand palace of the lord rising on the hill) and one stood among them, young and beautiful. The warrior met her eyes but she didn't recognize him, turning away and putting a small hand over her round stomach.

Nobunaga sighed wistfully. 'Tsuyu …'