Chapter 2.3: Veiled Intentions
"Kamanosuke" - Speech
'Saizo' - Thought
"{Dragons Fang}" - Attack / Abilities
"Halt!" - Loudspeaker / Orders / Something Loud
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12:05pm - April, 13th, 1585
Ueda Castle, North East Castle Grounds, 3rd Training Plateau Mini Forest
As the seconds stretched into an uncomfortable silence, Saizo and Kamanosuke found themselves locked in a stunned stillness, neither daring to break the palpable tension that hung heavy around them. The weight of the moment pressed down on their shoulders, intensifying the whirlwind of emotions swirling within them.
Caught in the grip of shock, they remained suspended in their awkward proximity, their bodies frozen in place as if held captive by an invisible force. The air crackled with unspoken words and unresolved tension, each passing moment dragging on like an eternity as they grappled with the bewildering intensity of their shared experience.
Finally, a small twitch from Kamanosuke broke the stillness, jolting them both back to reality. With a sudden jerk, Kamanosuke attempted to scramble to their feet, a desperate urgency in their movements as they sought to put distance between themselves and Saizo.
But Saizo's reflexes were quicker. Instinct taking over, he moved with lightning speed, his hand shooting out to grasp Kamanosuke's wrist before they could escape. The suddenness of his action caught Kamanosuke off guard, halting their attempted flight in its tracks.
As Saizo's hand closed around Kamanosuke's wrist, a surge of adrenaline fueled his actions, propelling him forward with unexpected force. Before Kamanosuke could react, Saizo's momentum carried them both, pressing Kamanosuke harshly against the base of the tree they had been sleeping against.
The impact sent a jolt through Kamanosuke's body, their breath catching in their throat as they were pinned in place by Saizo's unyielding grip. Their back collided with the rough bark of the tree, the solid pressure against their chest making it hard to draw in a steady breath. With both of Kamanosuke's wrists held firmly above their head, trapped between Saizo's commanding presence and the unyielding embrace of the tree, they felt a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through them.
The tense silence stretched between them, the air thick with unspoken words and raw emotions. Saizo's gaze bore into Kamanosuke's, searching for answers in the depths of their troubled dark green eyes. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, their surroundings fading into insignificance as they stood locked in their silent struggle.
Saizo could feel the rapid thud of Kamanosuke's heart beneath his fingertips, the erratic rhythm mirroring his own tumultuous emotions. Despite the gravity of the situation, a part of him couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of their connection, the undeniable pull that seemed to draw them together against all odds.
But beneath the surface, beneath the facade of bravado and defiance, Saizo sensed something else in Kamanosuke's gaze – a vulnerability, a rawness that spoke of hidden pain and unspoken desires. It was a revelation that struck him to the core.
As the weight of his actions settled upon him like a heavy shroud, Saizo's gaze shifted from Kamanosuke's eyes to the flushed, almost pained expression on their face. A pang of guilt shot through him like a bolt of lightning, his chest tightening with the realization of what he had just done.
As Saizo's realization sank in, he opened his mouth to stammer out an apology, his words faltering as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. "I... I didn't mean..." he began, his voice trailing off as he attempted to explain his actions.
But before he could utter another word, Kamanosuke's voice cut through the tense silence like a sharp blade, sharp with anger and accusation. "What the hell was that?" they demanded, their voice tinged with frustration and hurt. "What the fuck, Saizo?"
Saizo's heart sank at the accusatory tone in Kamanosuke's voice, the weight of their words hitting him like a physical blow. He could see the pain and confusion etched on Kamanosuke's flushed face, their eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and hurt.
"I..." Saizo began again, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find the right words. "I didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident. I..." His voice trailed off, his words failing him as he searched for a way to convey the turmoil raging inside him.
But Kamanosuke's anger was unrelenting, their frustration boiling over as they cut him off with a sharp retort. "An accident?" they scoffed, their voice laced with bitterness. "Do you really expect me to believe that? You pinned me against the tree on purpose, didn't you? Admit it!"
As Saizo listened to Kamanosuke's accusations, frustration began to bubble up inside him like a simmering cauldron. "Really?" he interjected, his tone tinged with agitation. "Do you honestly believe that I did this on purpose?" His usually calm and collected voice cracked with emotion as he struggled to contain his rising frustration.
The accusation hung heavy in the air between them, thick with tension and misunderstanding. Saizo's mind raced, grappling with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. He had never intended to hurt Kamanosuke, yet here they were, locked in a battle of words fueled by anger and hurt.
Kamanosuke's expression softened slightly at Saizo's question, a flicker of doubt crossing their features. For a moment, their eyes searched his, as if seeking the truth buried beneath the layers of their tumultuous exchange.
However, Kamanosuke's demeanor immediately shifted back to one of anger and frustration, their resolve unyielding. Kamanosuke's expression hardened once more, their eyes blazing with indignation.
"Why the fuck are you still pinning me to this damn tree, then?" Kamanosuke shouted, their voice dripping with venomous rage. "If you didn't mean to do it, then why the hell did you?" Each word was punctuated with raw emotion, their frustration boiling over into a torrent of coarse language and curses.
Saizo, feeling the weight of Kamanosuke's fury, held firm, his grip on their wrists unyielding. "Because who knows what you'd do if I let go," he retorted, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and concern. "You're liable to do anything. Who's to say you'd keep a level head and have a civilized conversation?"
Kamanosuke's anger showed no signs of abating, their features contorted with rage as they struggled against his grip. "Let go of me, damn it!" they spat, their voice laced with frustration and defiance. "I'm not your damn prisoner! Release me, you—"
Their words were cut off by another furious struggle, their body thrashing against Saizo's hold as they demanded to be set free.
Saizo's resolve remained unshaken, despite the barrage of insults hurled his way. He gritted his teeth, refusing to succumb to Kamanosuke's verbal onslaught. "I'm not letting you go until you calm down," he stated firmly, his tone unwavering.
Kamanosuke's fury only seemed to intensify in response. "I fucking hate you!" they screamed, their voice echoing through the forest with raw emotion. Every curse word felt like a dagger to Saizo's heart, but he held on, determined to weather the storm.
Their struggle continued, each moment feeling like an eternity as they grappled with their emotions. Saizo could feel the heat of Kamanosuke's anger radiating from their body, but he refused to be swayed. Deep down, he knew that letting go now would only escalate the situation further.
Despite Kamanosuke's relentless struggles, their efforts proved futile against Saizo's unyielding hold. "Let go of me, you fucking bastard!" they yelled, their voice hoarse with exertion and anger. Try as they might, they couldn't break free from his grasp. Saizo's position remained unwavering, his strength and leverage undeniable in the standoff between them.
With each attempt to free themselves, Kamanosuke's frustration only seemed to grow, their movements becoming more frantic and desperate. "Fuck! Get off me!" they cursed, their face contorted with rage. But Saizo remained unmoved, his resolve bolstered by the knowledge that he held all the power in their current predicament.
Kamanosuke's fury reached its peak, their face flushed with anger as they unleashed a barrage of insults at Saizo. "You fucking piece of shit liar!" they screamed, their voice raw with emotion. "I won't believe a word that comes out of your mouth!" Each word was spat out with venom, their eyes blazing with indignation.
As Kamanosuke's tirade continued, their words becoming more venomous with each passing moment, Saizo's resolve remained unshaken. He held fast to his decision, knowing that releasing Kamanosuke now would only exacerbate the situation further.
With each passing moment, Saizo's patience wore thin, his frustration simmering beneath the surface as Kamanosuke continued to struggle against his grip. "Shut up!" he snapped, his voice laced with irritation as he pressed Kamanosuke's pinned hands harshly into the tree. The action elicited a cry of pain from Kamanosuke, their wrists throbbing from the unforgiving pressure.
Despite a flicker of internal conflict, Saizo's resolve remained unyielding, his gaze hardening as he met Kamanosuke's defiant stare. "You need to calm down," he stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "You're only making this worse for yourself."
Kamanosuke winced as Saizo's grip tightened, the pain in their wrists intensifying with each passing second. "Fuck you! How could it get any worse?" Kamanosuke shot back, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just look at the situation! How stupid are you?"
In the heavy silence that followed, the tension between them seemed to thicken, filling the air with an almost tangible weight. Saizo's grip remained firm, though the intensity of his hold had softened slightly, the harsh pressure easing from Kamanosuke's wrists.
Saizo sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a leaden cloak. In that moment, he wished for simplicity, for a life untangled by the complexities of emotion and conflict. Yet, here he was, caught in the midst of a turbulent confrontation with Kamanosuke, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tensions.
Saizo's heart began to sink as he heard the soft sniffle emanating from Kamanosuke beneath him. As he turned his gaze back to Kamanosuke's face, his heart clenched at the sight of tears streaming down their slender, pale cheeks. It was a heartbreaking sight, one that filled him with a sense of profound regret.
Saizo's heart twisted at the sound of Kamanosuke's soft voice, barely audible above the rustle of leaves in the breeze. "Why?" they whispered, the single word heavy with emotion and uncertainty. As Kamanosuke lowered their head slightly, attempting to conceal their tear-streaked face in embarrassment.
In that moment, the walls between them seemed to crumble, the barriers of pride and defiance giving way to vulnerability and raw honesty. Saizo could see the pain etched in every line of Kamanosuke's face, the weight of their unspoken question hanging heavy in the air.
As Kamanosuke's tear-streaked face lifted to meet Saizo's gaze, their eyes shimmering with unshed tears, their question hung in the air like a heavy fog. "Why?" they pleaded, their voice trembling with emotion. "Why do you always do this to me, Saizo? Why do you treat me like I'm worth nothing?"
The raw anguish in Kamanosuke's voice struck Saizo like a physical blow, the weight of their words sinking deep into his chest. For a moment, he was rendered speechless, the enormity of their pain echoing in the depths of his soul.
As Kamanosuke's words echoed in the air, Saizo felt a pang of regret gnawing at his insides. This was not what he wanted. Since Kamanosuke had joined them as a Brave for Sanada, things had been slowly deteriorating, ever since that fateful encounter when they had first met.
Their relationship had become a tangled mess of misunderstandings and unspoken truths, each passing day only deepening the rift between them. And now, faced with Kamanosuke's tear-streaked face and trembling voice, Saizo couldn't help but feel the weight of his own failures pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.
Saizo couldn't shake the memories of that first encounter with Kamanosuke. From the moment they crossed paths, there had been an undeniable tension between them, a clash of wills that threatened to erupt into violence. He remembered the surge of anger and distrust that had coursed through him, the overwhelming urge to eliminate this enigmatic figure who dared to challenge him.
But Isanami's intervention had stayed his hand, her words of peace piercing through the haze of his rage. Against his better judgment, he had relented, allowing Kamanosuke to live. And in that moment, the seeds of their tumultuous relationship had been sown.
Despite his initial dislike for Kamanosuke, he couldn't deny the undeniable truth – they had become an integral part of their group, a Brave sworn to protect Sanada and their cause. And as much as he hated to admit it, Saizo begrudgingly acknowledged that Kamanosuke had grown on him in unexpected ways. Though he would never openly admit it, there was a begrudging respect that had developed, a recognition of the value they brought to their group. He found himself reluctantly grateful that he hadn't acted on his initial impulse to eliminate them.
As Saizo steadied his voice and calmed himself, he steeled himself to look directly into Kamanosuke's tear-filled eyes. "You're not worthless," he stated firmly, his words cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. "I don't find you worthless, not at all."
Kamanosuke's tear-filled eyes widened in surprise at Saizo's unexpected admission. For a moment, the air between them seemed to shift, the tension dissipating like morning fog clearing under the warming rays of the sun.
Saizo slowly released his grip on Kamanosuke's hands, allowing them to fall gently to their sides. The tension in his muscles eased as he settled back into a sitting position, mirroring Kamanosuke's posture just opposite of them, maintaining a respectful distance of about a foot between them. The weight of their confrontation still lingered in the air, but there was a subtle shift, a glimmer of understanding beginning to emerge.
Kamanosuke silently wiped at their face, attempting to clear away some of the tears that clung to their cheeks. Their gaze lingered on Saizo, their expression a mix of deep confusion and lingering hurt. Despite the pain, a small spark flickered in their heart, a glimmer of lightness amidst the darkness of their emotions, spurred by Saizo's unexpected admission.
Saizo's voice broke the quietude, soft and tentative. "I never said you were worthless," he murmured, his words almost lost in the stillness of the forest. His gaze shifted to meet Kamanosuke's, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
Kamanosuke bundled up, bringing their knees close together and attempting to hide their face while listening to Saizo's tentative words. Their breath caught for a moment, and then they muttered under their breath, almost to themselves, "You didn't need to say it. Your actions spoke volumes."
Saizo's gaze softened as he absorbed Kamanosuke's response, a pang of guilt tugging at his conscience. He silently reflected on their words, acknowledging the truth hidden within. Perhaps Kamanosuke wasn't entirely wrong; his actions had indeed painted a picture, one he hadn't fully realized until now.
As he watched Kamanosuke, bundled up and withdrawn, a sense of remorse washed over him. He had never intended for his actions to convey such a message, yet in hindsight, he could see how they might have been interpreted that way.
Saizo took a deep breath, breaking the heavy silence that lingered between them. "You know, Kamanosuke, you haven't exactly made things easy either," he began, his voice tinged with sincerity. "Your own actions haven't exactly made it simple to understand you."
Kamanosuke wrapped their arms around their knees, pulling them close to their body, the fabric of their clothing crinkling softly with the movement. Their long magenta-colored hair partially obscured their face as they mulled over Saizo's words. After a moment of contemplation, Kamanosuke lifted their gaze, peering up at Saizo through the veil of their hair.
"I know," they murmured softly, their voice barely above a whisper.
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Around Half An Hour Later 12:42pm - April, 13th, 1585
Ueda Castle, South Castle Grounds, Main Gate Entrance
The southern main gate bustling with activity. Guards stood watch, their demeanor relaxed as they engaged in casual conversation, the occasional laugh breaking through the air.
Amidst the chatter, a hush fell over the gate as Miyoshi appeared, accompanied by his small contingent of infantry and ninjas who had participated in the physical strength training. Their presence commanded attention, drawing curious glances from the guards and passersby alike. Miyoshi's expression was unreadable as he strode forward, his gaze fixed on the castle ahead, a silent determination emanating from his every step.
As Miyoshi approached the Main Gate, a subtle shift occurred in his demeanor. His expression softened, transforming into one of warmth and approachability. With a bright smile, he greeted the guards and those nearby, his presence injecting a sense of cheer into the air.
"Good day to you all!" Miyoshi exclaimed, his voice carrying easily across the bustling scene. The guards returned his greeting with nods of acknowledgment.
Pausing briefly at the gate, Miyoshi exchanged a few words with the guards before continuing on into the castle grounds, his small contingent following closely behind.
As they passed through the gate, Miyoshi's small contingent began to disperse, each member acknowledging his instructions with a nod before heading off to their respective duties. Only a single lieutenant stayed close to Miyoshi, their purpose evident as they took the lead.
"We need to see Lord Sanada," the lieutenant stated firmly. Miyoshi nodded in agreement with the lieutenant's remark. "Indeed, we must speak with Lord Sanada at once," he replied.
Miyoshi, his gaze fixed ahead, vocalized his thoughts. "The quicker we attend to this matter, the sooner I can visit my little sister, Isanami." He turned to the lieutenant, a hint of anticipation in his voice. "Could you handle most of the preliminary matters? I'd like to make my visit brief."
The lieutenant's response was swift and affirmative. "Absolutely, I'll take care of the details. You can count on me," they replied with a reassuring nod, eager to assist Miyoshi in his endeavor to spend time with his sister.
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Around 10 Minutes Later 12:55pm - April, 13th, 1545
Ueda Castle, North Wing, Main Castle Palace Structure, War Room
As Miyoshi and the lieutenant ascended the grand steps leading to the palace, anticipation and determination radiated from both. The lieutenant matched Miyoshi's pace, his expression steadfast and focused, ready to assist at a moment's notice.
Inside the palace, they navigated the labyrinth of corridors, the grandeur of the architecture a testament to the power and prestige of the Sanada clan. Up they climbed, their footsteps echoing against the wooden floors as they ascended the internal stair system.
Each floor brought them closer to their destination, the anticipation building with every step. Finally, they reached the seventh floor, where the War Room and Lord Sanada's study awaited. With a shared nod, they approached the door, ready to turn in their reports.
As they reached the seventh floor, the lieutenant took the lead, stepping forward to knock politely on the door of the War Room and Lord Sanada's study. They waited patiently, anticipation mounting with each passing moment.
Before long, Rokuro, one of Lord Sanada's trusted aides, opened the door, welcoming them inside with a respectful bow. The room was filled with the hushed murmurs of three older captains of Sanada's retinue, engrossed in discussions of strategy and tactics.
As Miyoshi and the lieutenant entered, the captains turned their attention towards them, their gruff expressions softening into cordial greetings laced with respect. It was clear that they held Miyoshi in high regard, acknowledging their presence with a nod of acknowledgment.
In the corner of the room, Lord Sanada lounged peacefully, his presence commanding attention despite his relaxed posture. As Miyoshi and the lieutenant entered, Lord Sanada's gaze shifted towards them, his face breaking into a warm smile.
"Miyoshi, it's good to see you," Lord Sanada greeted warmly, his voice carrying across the room with genuine delight. "Welcome back. I trust your endeavors outside were fruitful?"
Miyoshi's smile widened at Lord Sanada's greeting. "Thank you, Lord Sanada," he replied, his tone filled with enthusiasm. "Yes, the physical training went exceptionally well. The results are promising."
He then turned his attention to the lieutenant standing beside him, a subtle nod indicating that they were prepared to present the details of their mission to Lord Sanada.
With a keen eye for detail and an understanding of his braves' needs, Lord Sanada lazily waved a hand in their direction, a knowing smile gracing his lips. "Miyoshi, I imagine you're eager for some free time," he remarked, his voice carrying a tone of understanding. "Feel free to go and spend time with your sister."
Miyoshi's expression lit up with gratitude at Lord Sanada's considerate words. "Thank you, Lord Sanada," he replied, a sense of relief evident in his voice.
With a final nod of acknowledgment, Miyoshi took their leave, the weight of their mission lifted as they made their way towards the comforting presence of family.
As Miyoshi departed to spend time with his sister, Lord Sanada's attention shifted back to the remaining lieutenant and the captains, the weight of their mission still pressing upon them. With a brief exchange of words, Sanada delved into discussions with the lieutenant, his keen mind focused on the details of the mission.
After some oversight with the captains and a final exchange of information, the lieutenant gracefully presented a scroll containing essential details about the mission. With a respectful bow, they took their leave, returning to their assigned duties with efficiency and purpose, leaving Lord Sanada to contemplate the tasks ahead.
Lord Sanada nodded approvingly at Rokuro, signaling for him to continue with the logistical overview he had initiated earlier. Rokuro promptly complied, moving to a nearby shelf where scrolls containing pertinent information were stored. With practiced efficiency, he retrieved one of the scrolls and began to read off the details.
Rokuro started with the retinue numbers, providing a comprehensive overview of their current military strength. "As of now, we have a total of 149 soldiers at our disposal," he began, his voice clear and measured. "These forces are divided among the various army groups within the Sanada clan's resources."
Continuing his briefing, Rokuro delved into specifics, starting with the largest contingent: the Infantry group. "Our Infantry unit is currently our largest," he stated, his tone remaining steady. "Comprised of 8 Infantry Lieutenants, 20 Infantry Sergeants, and 80 Infantrymen, they form the backbone of our forces, providing strength and stability in ground engagements."
Rokuro's meticulous briefing continued as he highlighted the leadership structure within the Infantry unit. "Additionally, we have 5 Captains overseeing the Infantry," he elaborated, gesturing towards three of them who were present in the room. "These Captains play a crucial role in commanding and coordinating our ground forces, ensuring efficiency and effectiveness in our operations."
"Moving on to our Ninja units," Rokuro continued seamlessly, transitioning to the next segment of his briefing. "We currently have a total of 4 Ninja Lieutenants, 6 Ninja Sergeants, and 24 Ninjas in our employ," he stated succinctly, emphasizing the importance of their covert operations and specialized skills in various missions.
Rokuro elaborated further, adding, "In addition to the Ninja units, we have 2 Captains currently attached to oversee the operations of our ninja group, bringing the total number of Captains to 7. It's worth noting that these Captains can be reassigned between groups as needed, ensuring flexibility and adaptability to meet the demands of various missions and situations."
Concluding his overview, Rokuro shifted focus to the castle's support staff. "Lastly, we have a total of 48 servants currently available at the castle," he informed, detailing the various roles they played, from cooking and cleaning to physical labor and aide assistance. "Their contributions are invaluable to the smooth functioning of our operations here at the castle."
"Your attention to detail is commendable, Rokuro," Lord Sanada remarked with a nod, expressing his approval of the comprehensive report. "Now, let us turn our focus to the village. What is the current population count?"
Rokuro swiftly responded, "The village population is nearly 2200 individuals, my lord. There are signs of growth and development, indicating positive prospects for the future."
Lord Sanada's brow furrowed slightly as he contemplated Rokuro's report. "Indeed, the growth of our village is promising," he mused thoughtfully. "It may be time to consider expansion, both for the prosperity of our people and to ensure our influence in the region."
Rokuro nodded in agreement. "There are many opportunities for expansion, my lord," he concurred. "Several neutral villages, towns, and uninhabited castles present themselves as viable options for new management."
Lord Sanada's gaze sharpened with determination. "We shall explore these possibilities further," he declared, his tone resolute. "Prepare a detailed assessment of these locations. I wish to know their strategic value and potential for integration into our domain."
"Yes, my lord," Rokuro affirmed with a respectful bow, acknowledging Lord Sanada's directive.
Lord Sanada's expression grew somber as he delved into the topic of the fractured state of Japan. "Indeed, the realm remains divided," he mused, his tone reflecting a blend of concern and contemplation. "With no centralized authority to enforce order, many warlords vie for control, each carving out their own territories."
He paused, his gaze distant as he considered the turbulent state of the nation. "It falls upon us to uphold stability and prosperity within our domain," Lord Sanada continued, his voice tinged with resolve. "We must remain vigilant and adaptable in these uncertain times."
"As the strength of other clans rises, so too does the competition," Lord Sanada remarked, his tone carrying a note of caution. "The recent collapse of the centralized government has created opportunities, not only for us but for all those seeking to expand their influence."
He leaned forward, his expression intent. "We must be vigilant in seizing these opportunities while also guarding against potential threats," Lord Sanada continued, his voice firm. "Our actions in these troubled times will shape the future of our clan and the lands we hold."
The older captain spoke up, his voice resonating with wisdom born of experience. "I concur with Lord Sanada's assessment of our current situation," he began, his tone measured. "While it's true that many clans and warlords seek to expand their domains, there exist numerous villages and cities that have remained neutral, devoid of strong and ambitious leaders."
He continued, his gaze steady as he addressed the assembled group. "These territories, left unclaimed and ungoverned, present ripe opportunities for those with the foresight to seize them," the captain elaborated. "However, we must also be mindful of the plight of the local populations, who often suffer at the hands of neglectful nobility."
Lord Sanada's expression grew grave as he listened to the captain's words, a flicker of anger passing through his features. "Indeed," he murmured, his tone tinged with frustration. "It is a lamentable truth that such territories often fall victim to the greed and neglect of opportunistic nobles."
A sense of resolve hardened in Lord Sanada's eyes as he continued, his voice carrying a steely edge. "We cannot stand idly by while innocent citizens suffer under the tyranny of these self-serving lords," he declared, his words carrying the weight of his conviction. "It is our duty to protect and serve all those within our reach, to ensure their safety and well-being in these troubled times."
The captains in the room turned their gaze towards Lord Sanada, their expressions solemn as they bowed in unison, a display of utmost respect for their esteemed lord. Their agreement with his sentiment was palpable, reflecting the unwavering loyalty that Sanada commanded from his followers.
There was a reason why Lord Sanada's reputation inspired such reverence and why the people's loyalty to him bordered on fanaticism. In moments like these, it became abundantly clear why he was held in such high regard, his commitment to justice and protection resonating deeply with those under his command.
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Around The Same Time 12:55pm - April, 13th, 1585
Ueda Castle, North East Castle Grounds, 3rd Training Plateau Mini Forest
Saizo's gaze was thoughtful as he sat beside Kamanosuke, the weight of their recent conversation lingering between them. The silence between them stretched on, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Saizo felt the weight of it pressing down on him, unsure of how to break the uneasy stillness. He knew they needed to address the tension that had been building between them, but finding the right words eluded him.
As the moments passed, it became apparent that neither of them was willing to be the first to speak. The air around them seemed to thicken with each passing second, the quiet almost suffocating.
Kamanosuke shifted, their movements almost restless as they absently toyed with the long strands of their hair. Saizo couldn't help but notice the lingering redness and puffiness around their eyes, evidence of the emotions they had struggled to contain earlier.
The sight tugged at something within him, a mixture of guilt and concern. He knew that whatever needed to be said, it had to be said soon. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Saizo finally mustered the courage to break the suffocating silence.
"Kamanosuke," he began softly, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity. "I know things have been... tense between us. We need to talk about what happened, about how we move forward from here."
Kamanosuke looked up to Saizo, their eyes meeting his with an expectant gaze, yet there was a distant look within them, as if they were grappling with something far beyond the present moment. Their voice was quiet, carrying a hint of vulnerability as they spoke.
"How?" they asked softly, the word heavy with uncertainty. "How could any of it be fixed?"
"I don't know," Saizo admitted, his voice gentle yet tinged with sincerity. "But I want to fix it, whatever this is between us."
Kamanosuke's ears perked up at Saizo's words, a glimmer of hope brightening their expression. "You do?" they asked, excitement bubbling in their voice. "Then I want something!"
Saizo felt a pang of apprehension at Kamanosuke's sudden excitement. 'What sort of Pandora's box did I just open up?' he thought to himself, his mind racing with uncertainty.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Kamanosuke," Saizo interjected gently, trying to temper their enthusiasm. "Who says you need to be getting anything?"
Kamanosuke's response was immediate, breaking the silence with a hint of frustration. "No, no, no, no, no," they exclaimed, their tone turning slightly petulant. "If you want to fix it, then I want something! You owe it to me!" Their words hung in the air, carrying a sense of entitlement that caught Saizo off guard.
Internally, Saizo was screaming, lamenting why, out of all the people on earth, it had to be Kamanosuke he had to deal with. Resigning himself to his fate and seeing no other way out of this, with Kamanosuke's mind most certainly already made up, Saizo begrudgingly agreed. "Fine," he relented, "what do you want then?" He braced himself for the answer, knowing that it would likely be anything but simple.
"A fight!" Kamanosuke's response was immediate and loud. Despite the lingering traces of sadness in their eyes, their voice betrayed the reality of the earlier torrent of emotions. Their excitement was palpable as they leaned forward, their arms lifting in enthusiasm, halving the already short distance between them. Their faces were now only about a foot apart.
Saizo instinctively leaned back slightly as Kamanosuke leaned in, their sudden closeness catching him off guard. "Hey, hey, calm down," he urged, trying to maintain some distance between them. "You don't need to get so excited about this whole thing." He attempted to soothe the situation, hoping to dial back Kamanosuke's enthusiasm before it escalated further.
But there was no such luck; Kamanosuke was getting more excited by the second, their face beaming with delight. "I had better put some brakes on this situation," Saizo thought to himself. Aloud, he said to Kamanosuke, "We can't right now."
Despite his words, Kamanosuke's disappointment was clear, yet it did little to deter their desire for the fight.
"Ehhh?" Kamanosuke responded with a noise of disbelief, attempting to manipulate the situation to their advantage. "So is the great warrior Saizo a liar?" they continued, feigning shock. "Oh," they gasped dramatically, "perhaps you're afraid to lose?" they taunted, a mischievous glint in their eyes.
Saizo released a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his head as he spoke, the black tips of his hair ruffling with the motion. "No, Kamanosuke," he began, his tone firm yet growing in its impatience. "It's not anything like that. Let's be clear on something: enemy forces have been seen moving around. We literally just sent Sasuke out on a scouting mission, and they could come back to report anything."
Saizo continued, his voice tinged with urgency. "If Sasuke comes back reporting something bad, imagine how screwed we'd be if either one of us were seriously injured," he emphasized, his words carrying the weight of the potential consequences. "We need to be smart about this, Kamanosuke. There will be plenty of opportunities for fights later, when the timing is right."
Kamanosuke leaned back lightly, settling on the floor on their knees. "I don't care about that," they insisted, their tone defiant. "And besides, you're just making excuses. It's an empty promise," they continued, their frustration evident. "You say we'll fight later, but later will never come." Their words carried a hint of resentment, revealing their impatience with Saizo.
"Kamanosuke," Saizo said, his voice taking on a serious tone. After a small pause, he continued, "We will fight, but not right now. I promise you we will, you have my word. Is that good enough for you?" He leveled his gaze at Kamanosuke, hoping to convey the sincerity of his promise.
Kamanosuke let their arms droop to their sides, squinting their eyes in deep thought, considering the promise. After a moment of contemplation, they made a counteroffer. "How about respect?" they suggested, their voice earnest. "I want you to show me respect in front of others."
Saizo furrowed his brow, considering Kamanosuke's request carefully. "Respect is earned," he replied firmly. "If you want that, you have to earn it too. And being so boisterous in public isn't the way to do it."
Kamanosuke nodded, acknowledging Saizo's point about earning respect. "Fair enough," they conceded. "I'll earn it."
However, they continued, "In return, I want you to do the same. Show me respect publicly and eat your meals with me, starting with tonight's dinner. And let's continue doing so for the foreseeable future since we won't be allowed to fight anytime soon." Their eyes held a determined glint as they awaited Saizo's response, their request a clear indication of their desire for mutual respect and perhaps maybe something more.
Saizo furrowed his brow, a hint of confusion clouding his features. "I understand wanting respect," he began, his tone measured. "But what exactly does us eating together have to do with it?"
Kamanosuke looked away, a faint blush creeping onto their cheeks, hoping to conceal their face from Saizo's view. "It's a public thing, a public show of goodwill," they rambled out, their voice slightly muffled as they avoided meeting Saizo's eyes. "Fine, whatever, don't do it then if you don't want to," Kamanosuke added dismissively, their words tinged with a hint of disappointment, still refusing to look directly at Saizo.
Feeling slightly guilty at having caused a fuss over what seemed like a reasonable request, Saizo let out another sigh. "Okay, okay, I'll accept," he relented, trying to reassure Kamanosuke. "Don't take it so personally. It's not like I have anything against us eating together." He hoped his response would ease the tension between them.
Despite still avoiding direct eye contact with Saizo, Kamanosuke couldn't help but secretly smile, feeling a sense of contentment with the negotiated settlement. They felt a small thrill of victory, as if they had managed to get one over on Saizo at last. But alongside that satisfaction, another twinge of emotion stirred within them, warming their heart in a way they didn't quite understand. It was a pleasant sensation, one that left them feeling oddly fulfilled.
As the moment stretched on, Kamanosuke finally looked back over to Saizo, no longer hiding their face. Their expression was no longer concealed, and though their smile had faded, a subtle sense of satisfaction still lingered in their gaze. It seemed that Saizo remained oblivious to the small victory Kamanosuke felt they had achieved, but perhaps that was for the best.
"We should probably start heading back," Saizo suggested, breaking the silence. "It's at least noon by now, and it's been a long day so far."
Noticing Kamanosuke's face, still marked by traces of their earlier emotions, Saizo continued, "Why don't you wash your face in the pond? I have a small towel you can borrow so you can be properly presentable." He offered the towel, hoping to provide Kamanosuke with a chance to freshen up before their return.
Kamanosuke nodded in agreement with Saizo's suggestion, oddly content with the idea. They accepted the invitation without taking the towel and made their way over to the pond. Kneeling down at the water's edge, they lowered their hands and leaned forward, allowing the cool, fresh water to cleanse their face of the lingering traces of emotion. The gentle sounds of the flowing water provided a soothing backdrop as Kamanosuke immersed themselves in the simple act of washing their face.
As Kamanosuke washed their face, they let the water splash up into their hair and onto their neck, reveling in the sensation of the cool droplets against their skin. The rhythmic splish and splash of the water added to the tranquil ambiance of the moment, creating a serene atmosphere around them. With each splash, they felt a sense of renewal, as if washing away not just the physical traces of emotion but also the lingering weight of their earlier conversation.
As Kamanosuke finished washing their face, they brought their head up and flicked it back, tossing their long magenta-colored hair backwards in an elegant fashion. Unaware of Saizo's gaze upon them, they reveled in the simple pleasure of the motion, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after their brief moment of cleansing. Meanwhile, Saizo watched silently, wordless internally, finding Kamanosuke's actions surprisingly satisfying to watch. There was a graceful fluidity to their movements that captured his attention.
As Kamanosuke sifted through the strands of their hair with their fingers, they flicked off some of the water, gently styling their hair back into place. With practiced movements, they adjusted the long, cool locks, ensuring that each strand fell just right. The simple act of grooming brought them a sense of calm and satisfaction, a moment of quiet self-care amidst the bustling energy of their surroundings. Unbeknownst to them, Saizo continued to observe, silently appreciating the poise and elegance with which Kamanosuke carried themselves.
As Kamanosuke walked over to Saizo, he held up his arm, offering the towel to them. With a small expression of gratitude, Kamanosuke accepted it, taking the towel from Saizo's outstretched hand.
As Saizo observed Kamanosuke at such close proximity, he couldn't help but notice the delicate features of their face—the smooth, pale skin adorned with water droplets, the elegant curve of their neck, and the soft, pink lips. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than intended, captivated by the subtle beauty that seemed to radiate from Kamanosuke.
Saizo immediately realized what he had just thought, a flush creeping up his cheeks as he became aware of his prolonged gaze. Thankfully, Kamanosuke didn't seem to notice as they began to use the towel to dry themselves off. "You're welcome," he muttered, his voice slightly strained as he averted his gaze, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over him.
Saizo took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before speaking. "I have a question," he stated, his voice steady. Kamanosuke turned to look at him, giving him their full attention, their expression curious and attentive.
Saizo's unease was noticeable, but he pushed aside the feeling, determined to ask his question regardless of the potential consequences. He knew that what he was about to ask might trigger a strong reaction from Kamanosuke, but he needed an answer, no matter how uncomfortable it might be.
"I don't want you to get mad," Saizo began, his voice hesitant yet sincere. "It's a genuine question."
As Kamanosuke approached, closing the distance between them, they tilted their head slightly, their expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "And this question would be?" they asked, their voice tinged with curiosity, eager to hear what Saizo had on his mind.
Saizo paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before finally asking the question that had been weighing on his mind. "What is your actual gender?" The words hung in the air, and Kamanosuke froze, a flicker of emotion crossing their face. For a moment, it seemed like they might get angry, but they managed to restrain themselves, maintaining composure despite the sensitive nature of the question.
Kamanosuke found themselves at a loss for words, their mind a flurry of commotion as they processed Saizo's question. They opened their mouth to respond but quickly closed it once more, unable to form a coherent answer. Internally, a wave of confusion washed over them.
'Why would Saizo be asking such a thing?' Kamanosuke pondered internally. The memories of Saizo's teasing flooded their mind, the times he had poked fun at their identity, calling them a girl despite knowing how much it upset them. 'Surely, he knew how much I disliked it,' they thought, their frustration mounting. 'He surely knows I am male.'
Kamanosuke's thoughts raced, questions piling upon questions as they struggled to make sense of Saizo's inquiry. 'But wait,' they thought, perplexed. 'If he genuinely doesn't know, then why ask now like this?' Confusion gnawed at them, mingling with the discomfort of the situation.
'Why would it matter anyway?' they mused, a hint of frustration creeping into their thoughts. 'What significance could that have, being one way or the other?' The notion baffled them, leaving Kamanosuke feeling even more bewildered than before.
Kamanosuke's mind spiraled further into turmoil, consumed by a new wave of worry. 'Oh no!' they panicked internally. 'What if Saizo actually thought I was a girl?' The possibility sent a shiver of fear down their spine. 'What if the only reason he's trying to be nice right now is because he thinks I'm female?' The thought both terrified and enraged Kamanosuke.
As Kamanosuke's mind whirled in turmoil, a sudden realization cut through the chaos like a ray of clarity. 'But wait,' they thought, the commotion momentarily halting as they considered a crucial point. 'What about Isanami?'
Recalling Saizo's interactions with Isanami, Kamanosuke noted how Saizo often treated her with an attitude of annoyance and indifference. This observation served as a beacon of reason amidst their troubled thoughts. If Saizo's behavior toward Isanami, who was unquestionably female, was any indication, then perhaps his inquiry about Kamanosuke's gender wasn't a threat. After all, Kamanosuke was in fact male.
As Kamanosuke's thoughts delved deeper into their introspection, another pertinent example came to mind: Anastasia. She was undeniably a well-built woman, with ample curves that were often accentuated by her choice of attire. Kamanosuke recalled the way her cleavage was almost always on vibrant display, especially with the blue corset she often wore. Despite Anastasia's undeniable femininity, Saizo's demeanor toward her was notably devoid of any romantic interest or even particular attention.
Contemplating this further, Kamanosuke reasoned that if Saizo's relationship with Anastasia, a woman who embodied traditional femininity, remained uninterested and with no special attention or care, then perhaps this wasn't such a big deal to their relationship after all.
Besides, despite their childhood friendship with Saizo, he had shown no signs of romantic interest in Anastasia. This realization provided Kamanosuke with a newfound sense of reassurance, tempering their initial fear and anger with a measure of understanding and acceptance.
Saizo observed Kamanosuke with concern, noticing their prolonged silence and the contemplative expression that lingered on their face. It was evident that they were deeply engrossed in their own thoughts, perhaps grappling with the implications of his question. Despite the lack of movement or verbal response, the subtle shifts in their facial expressions hinted at the inner turmoil they were experiencing as they processed the situation alone.
As sudden clarity washed over Kamanosuke, they came to terms with the question and its implications. While they were fine with Saizo asking, and even welcomed the potential end to the teasing about their gender, they couldn't shake off the lingering discomfort caused by the past instances of teasing. This realization filled them with a mix of resolve and frustration. With a determined expression, Kamanosuke snapped their head up, meeting Saizo's gaze directly, silently conveying their readiness to address the issue head-on.
Saizo watched Kamanosuke intently, a hint of anxiety flickering in his eyes as he awaited their response.
Kamanosuke leveled a piercing gaze at Saizo, their eyes reflecting a mixture of frustration and curiosity. "If you aren't even sure about my gender," they began, their voice tinged with a hint of accusation, "then why tease me so much about it?" The question hung in the air, demanding an answer from Saizo.
Saizo took a deep breath, meeting Kamanosuke's gaze with sincerity. "That's fair," he admitted, his voice calm but tinged with regret. "I didn't know. When we first met, I assumed you were female, but eventually figured you were male." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I made fun of you not because of your gender, but because of how obnoxious you constantly are," he continued, a faint hint of amusement in his tone. "You're a handful to deal with."
As Saizo's explanation sank in, Kamanosuke felt a surge of conflicting emotions. While they understood his perspective, the resentment toward being teased about their gender remained. With a deep breath to steady themselves, they responded to Saizo, their tone firm but restrained. "I don't like it," they began, their voice carrying a note of frustration. "I hate it when you call me a girl. When you tease me." The words were simple but carried the weight of their pent-up irritation.
Saizo's expression softened at Kamanosuke's response, understanding the gravity of their words. "I won't," he assured them, nodding in acknowledgment of their request.
Then, with a hint of confusion, Saizo asked, "But does this mean you are male then?"
Kamanosuke couldn't help but laugh at the question,"Were you the one who hit your head on the tree?" they joked, shaking their head in disbelief. "Because that makes no sense to ask."
Saizo's confusion deepened at Kamanosuke's response. "In what way does it not make sense?" he inquired, genuinely puzzled by their reaction. "You do realize that you come off as very feminine, right?" he pointed out, hoping to clarify his question.
Saizo's words hit a nerve with Kamanosuke, igniting a spark of anger within them. "So what, I'm not allowed to have my own style? Is there some sort of rule on what I'm allowed to wear?" they retorted, their frustration evident in their tone.
Saizo was taken aback by Kamanosuke's sudden outburst. "What? No?" he replied, his tone conveying his confusion. "Who said that? I just said you come off as feminine. Wear whatever you want, I don't care. It doesn't bother me in the slightest."
Saizo nodded firmly in Kamanosuke's direction. "Im being genuine here," he affirmed, his expression sincere.
With that assurance, Kamanosuke took a deep breath, the tension gradually easing from their shoulders. "Yes, I am in fact a male," they declared, their voice tinged with lingering frustration. "Happy now? Do you need to see what I have in my pants to prove it?" They couldn't help but inject a note of sarcasm into their words, still irked by the entire ordeal.
Saizo raised his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, his expression softening. "No, no, just relax," he reassured, his tone gentle. "Again, don't take it so personally. I just wanted to know, and now I know." His words were meant to soothe the lingering tension between them, an attempt to reassure Kamanosuke that there were no ulterior motives behind his intentions.
Kamanosuke's tension gradually began to dissipate, accepting Saizo's words with a reluctant nod. "Fine then," they replied, their voice softer now, the edge of frustration starting to fade. As they wrapped the used towel around their neck, a comforting scent wafted up from the fabric, vaguely familiar yet oddly soothing. Unbeknownst to Kamanosuke, the scent was Saizo's, lingering on the towel. Lost in thought, they covered their face slightly with the towel, inhaling the pleasant aroma, a subconscious action that they didn't even realize they were doing.
Saizo nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Can we head back then? I'm exhausted from today," he admitted, his shoulders slumping slightly with fatigue.
Kamanosuke, feeling a sense of relief, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's go," they replied, their voice carrying a note of weariness. With a shared understanding, they turned and began to walk away from the 3rd Training Plateau, heading back toward the Center Castle Grounds, leaving behind the tensions of their conversation as they journeyed onward.