Jakob's POV
Has she really gone mad? The words she spat included an accusation of me being completely different. That statement is terribly false. My intuition has inferred that she is ruthless rather than me being wrong. Really, that is the case. I did all Kamui commanded, and yet she refuses praise but rather continue with hate.
Was that all a plot? Would the Hoshidan Noble really decide to push me out of her cause? Maybe to show the 'wrong' in me, and have all the other soldiers to her side? I fear that could happen.
A face of a hero, only to cause trouble within. Promotes the good in others, only to pain a target in secret. Is that the kind of spirit that lies inside of her? Kamui, the one of dragon blood, actually grim at heart?
If this accusation deems true, a deed needs done. Any wrong should be corrected, right?
The mind begins to crackle, with the body taut. Something has begun to come in mind. A light shines. However, the plan that I have thought of, is it just? If I want Kamui righteous, shall I be as well?
No. I will treat her with the second butler golden rule: "If thy master is corrupted, by all means, lay corrupt behavior by them, for they do not deserve better."
Yes, that seems proper. A rule such as this as a rare case, but I have broken golden rule one before, which I remember being: "Thou shalt not command against thy master."
Me, telling her off. A misdeed driven by anger.
You are practically a demon! The phrase echoed through the body, allowing myself to shiver.
Did I really deserve to exert my emotions like that? Did Kamui deserve that?
A gentle breeze swayed past me. It wind whispered to me, giving off a message to calm down. I got up, and realized that the army was traveling very soon. That meant the preparation phase is about to commence. My duties suddenly slapped me.
I have to deal with Lady Kamui again….Great.
I dusted off old tears and sorrow, and abandoned the sad table that remained to bear sad tidings. It was without a second look or a farewell that I left it.
Looking onward, the soldiers bustled about quietly in the midafternoon. There was Lord Takumi, teaching Setsuna the proper bow technique. Takumi readjusted the arms of the clueless child we call a retainer.
Turning to others, Kagero was silently painting a portrait. Subaki strived in his practice while at an attempt to top Hana's performance.
Every aspect before me was nothing but typical. I yawned just looking at it. Surroundings seemed still for the most part, and noise was limited to grunts from training. Anything peaceful such as this made me feel tired.
Well, time to work then. To my right was the mess hall, which I walked in to stock food for Kamui. Just as last time. I only do this for Kamui. Anyone else either had their retainer or themselves to gather. There are a few select differences today however. I have been fired, but I work out of habit. Also, I feel a slight pain undertaking the task.
Yes, it is now painful to accomplish this. Kamui's ways leave most motivation left to complete the chore. Despite that, I did it anyway. My mind hoped for a difference being made, but my empty self knew already it would not.
The door opened, and Azura stood at the counter. She appeared exhausted. Her water-like locks were ragged, and her face mirrored my pain.
"Hello, Azura."
She finally noticed me. "Why hello, Jakob." A faint smile was shown.
"I would like to order some sushi." I stated plainly.
"Ah, yes. The rice and fish combo." She walked over to the kitchen.
Her tone worried me. She sounded as if sleep has not been part of her agenda for a while now.
"Here you go," the water maiden handed me exactly what I ordered. Almost. One detail was different.
It was burnt. "Azura, are you sure you had sleep recently?"
"Of course, Takumi."
"No, you haven't." I spoke bluntly. "I am Jakob."
"Sorry," She apologized. "But, I have slept well."
I shook my head and was confused at her statement. "Can I just make some sushi myself?"
"Go ahead," she yawned and walked out the door.
In my hands lie flawless sushi I created myself. Water was sealed in a bottle as well. Kamui's secondary weapons were also polished to the brim. I brought her necessities outside her room. I could tell she was not present, but that did not intrude me. Other tasks required to be done.
As I walked toward the Smithy to upgrade my trusty dagger, I saw the blonde princess stand along with other teammates. She whispered and they all laughed.
I stood in silence. I was not noticed by the group. Some scolding force poured on me. A bad feeling roused. What if she was speaking of my 'Misdoings'?
I never have imagined her to gossip like that. It is much unlike her. Did it really take me eons to find that out? She has not been herself!
A rage built up in me, but that was simply ignored. Arguing was an action I have grown tired of. I stood there, at an attempt to catch fragments.
"It was difficult, he decided to….He wasn't….I tried to, but…."
That was it. A roar of soldiers filled the surroundings. My knees felt tension, a good sign to leave.
When trying to calm down, or move my mind elsewhere, that was proven difficult. My head had the want to conjure up just more accusations and theories. The weapon shone brilliantly in my hand, but sadly did not stand a chance from the cry in my mind.
A slave was how I felt. Sad as one, I went to my room to cry.
It is definitely difficult to believe it has been a little over a year since I have started! The first chapter began as just some idea I came up with, having no intention to create a large expansion to go with it. I had solely a small idea, and now, many more has come up. Thank you for being loyal and have read thus far!