You vaguely remembered that you were prone to gout. That was one of the lessons you recalled from your chemistry teacher in secondary that mentioned about the negative effects of drinking. But of course, being the sane person you were; you only put that advice at the back of your mind as you drank your heart out at the local bar you were invited by your colleagues.

You were not the one of simply gave into social pressure, your love for being anti-social was second nature; the recent effects of work eventually brought you closer to your colleagues as the ten of you shared your personal horror stories with your common shared enemy- the management. Their frequent power trips accumulated and it was only the recent ordeal that contributed to your boiling point. And you still felt frustration when you recalled; placing the blame on the ten of you, putting you as the scapegoats, as a result of their inability to recognise their small dick energy, their fragile ego was much more important than your livelihood.

The ten of you chugged down the alcohol. The initial anger eventually turned to lax topics and giggles filled in the already rambunctious atmosphere of the bar.

You vividly remembered that your colleagues were in the middle of nerding out over characters of their favourite manga; you listened, or at least allowed their conversation to reach your ears while you chugged another tall glass of alcohol. The taste was bitter, and the coldness from the ice compensated for the experience, it was no wonder you saw many took full swigs. As if your pain and negative emotions were gone. But of course, in came the side effects, your body grew warmer, your colleagues' voices began to echo more, the discomfort finally caught up with your initial euphoria. You rested your head on the glass table, before giving one last criticism towards the chairs, how high and uncomfortable they were for you to lay. It was then complete silence.

The aching and discomfort continued, eventually interrupting your rest. You shuffled as gently as you could to change your position but were once again restricted by the existing pain in your body.

Damn, the alcohol must have really ruined your body.

You were bracing for the hangover of the century once you got up. You reached for your phone that was presumably at the side of your bed; only to find nothing. Your aching muscles once again reminded you of your condition, you lowered your arm in an attempt to find the device; only for you to grab air.

Did I drop my phone elsewhere?

You pondered, before hissing out in pain from overstretching. You assumed your fingers would hit the corners of your nightstand, expecting the hard impact; a hand immediately grabbed into yours.

"My lord!"

Haha, very funny.

The person began to guide your stray hand back into the covers before giving the sheet and a pat.

"Please do not exert yourself, my lord,"

The same voice announced. You figured it was just another prank from one of your colleagues after they sent you back-

Wait-

Why was your bed on the ground? Where is your phone?

"The doctor advised that you completely refrain from any more movements, my lord,"

Doctor? Wow! Your gout must have been persistent, maybe kidney failure was within your horizon.

You opened your eyes, expecting the cold, sterile white and green curtains surrounding your bed.

Why is the room made of wood?

You widened your eyes as realisation hit you.

This is not a fucking dream!

Oh shit!

Hands began to held you in place as inner turmoil stirred in your head.

How did you end up here?

Why did you end up here?

How powerful were the beers served at your bar, what the fuck?

Will you be able to head back?

How are you going to head back?

Is this schizophrenia? But you never had any history of this condition.

"Please rest my lord! You are harming yourself more!" the same woman wailed as she attempted to calm you.

It was definitely not a dream anymore.

You dropped your arm dejectedly as you stared into the distance, you took a deep breath but were cut short was the pain at your diaphragm reminded you of the predicament that the person you were in had. you hissed in pain as your attendants gingerly laid you down.

You were sat at the verandah of your compound. News of the supposed battle you once participated in was put to a stagnant. Despite having little to no recollection of the prior situation, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, your participation; or lack thereof may have changed the battle differently as each position of the generals was nonetheless important. Your condition however improved. You came to know that you suffered from harsh impact as you attempted to escape from the offending party; there were some heavy injuries, several slashes were aimed at your stomach, they came in lines of four, some rough and thick, some thin and precise. You were somewhat fortunate that the slashes did not hit your vital organs.

While you survived, you wondered who the aggressors were; at the same time, you couldn't be bothered. Having to wake up in a tumultuous time was one thing, the need to find a way to return to your current time was another; let alone solving the potential murder and massacre of your livelihood and unit. You grabbed the teacup that was already filled and began to take small sips.

"My lord, Lord Tsugikuni wishes to see you," the woman whom you came to know was Iso, your female attendant, announced as she bowed at you.

You nearly choked at the name and spat out the remaining liquid that was in your mouth. The attendant who was present immediately pat your back while Iso rushed to wipe off the tea spilled on your body.

All these services were really flustering you, you have never been this taken care of ever in your lifetime. These nobles really did enjoy all the power.

"Send him in," you managed to cough out. Iso bowed at your instruction the moment she finished wiping away your haori and left.

You took a deep breath and gave yourself a quick pinch on the back of your palm.

Yep, you are not dreaming.

You were fairly positive that there was no such clan name existing during the Sengoku period, you recalled seeing the complete list of names and characters that appeared in your Samurai Warriors figures. There was no such name at all. Most names were purely based on the elements of nature, or the location and affiliation they were involved with. There were clan names based on the Chinese characters that mostly sounded very pristine and floral, heck even the Sanada clan name was translated as "true paddy fields" from Mandarin.

Unless you were wrong, the only appearance of said clan name was the one from Demon Slayer. There was no other manga in your intellect could remember-

Oh fuck!

There were flesh-eating demons on the loose with Mr. Muzan "Hee Hee" Jackson as the story's main antagonist.

FUCK

OH FUCK

You were screwed, royally screwed by the heavens. You should have never gone out with your colleagues and drank your ass off only to wake up here. And how the fuck did you even appear in this world for no reason at all!?

Iso's voice finally pierced through your internal freakout as she announced: "My lord, Lord Tsugikuni has arrived,"

You immediately held your breath as a figure appeared, passing Iso before kneeling in front of you. The man made a small gesture towards Iso's direction before a small figure rushed to his side, following his action.

"Tsugikuni Tadamune, wishing Lord Sanada well," You eyed the two individuals as they bowed before you. It was the boy's attire that made your heart race. The familiar shade of iris on his haori covering his small frame, he cast a small, quick glance at you before looking down.

KA-BAM!!

You felt an internal explosion inside your heart. You were screaming inside.

Michikatsu was so puny!

It was before hell was brought to their lives, before he was Kokushibo.

"Raise yourself," was all you could muster from your mental gymnastics. The older Tsugikuni thanked you before raising himself, followed by his son.

"Which breeze has landed you here?" you picked up the cue as the two stood expecting your initiation. You remembered the need to use Chinese phrases, especially it was fairly common among the nobles. Despite Hideyoshi eventually trying to take over China, the language alongside the understanding of Chinese literature was still well received and expected.

You remembered how cold the families in ancient times were. Yet you could not blame them due to centuries of generational trauma alongside the current warring predicament that the country was experiencing.

Even though this was fucking fictional.

Tadamune was a textbook nobleman, or at least a samurai, marrying another noblewoman was expected. There was no love existing in the relationship. Reproduction and carrying on the family bloodline was the final outcome. You rested your head on your palm, expecting an answer from the older Tsugikuni.

"Your lordship, I am here to seek pardon from you," the man finally announced. You furrowed your brows, removing your head from your previous position. You brought your body closer, stretching towards the two: "What is the cause of your pardon?"

Tadamune's eyes remained lowered, before kneeling before you once again, Michikatsu followed suit. His expression was a mix of confusion, curiosity and concern.

"I have failed to reinforce your lordship's position during the siege,"

"What was your position?" You pushed, this was getting interesting. This could at least solve some of the line of mysteries you were experiencing.

The older Tsugikuni froze for a moment, seemingly rearranging his thoughts, choosing the right words before answering you. You provided him silence, patiently waiting for his response. This was one of the methods you used on students who were guilty of their crime, perhaps this was working.

"I was stationed at the West, I have failed to arrive on time,"

Huh

This was the delay that led to the Sanada clan almost losing their foothold of the castle, further exhausting Yukimura during the battle of Sekigahara!

You took a deep breath, the situation before you was much more grim than you think. You were currently siding with Mitsunari's forces, and your fate would not end well.

But then again, if Tadamune survived the battle until Michikatsu grew up, perhaps it would not be as terrible as you thought. You were in a fictional setting for fuck's sake. You have demons to worry about.

"Your delay has resulted in my unit being completely wiped out, Lord Tsugikuni, what do you think your punishment should be?"

"I am willing to accept any retribution bestowed from Lord Sanada,"

You felt a sense of unease: "What are you implying?" you lowered your voice. There was no response from the older Tsugikuni.

You eyed the younger Tsugikuni whose head remained lowered. You took a sip of your already cold tea before slamming the cup onto the tray, breaking the ceramics as the liquid splashed and spilt on your sleeve. The heat on your arm further fuelled your irritation. The two Tsugikuni flinched at your response.

"To have the likes of you be called a samurai, what was the code of the Bushido you were taught in?"

It was no wonder he brought Michikatsu with him. As a peace offering.

What a coward.

You were more infuriated at the older man's current action than your host's predicament.

"There is a stark difference between defending one's honour and face, Tsugikuni Tadamune,"

The man immediately lowered his head, there was no response from him. His silence became the accelerator of your aggravation. You remembered how his two sons were treated, and the same for his wife. The thought of Michikatsu smiling with a bruised cheek flashed before your mind, you continued: "Flesh and blood seem to be no longer a priority for you,"

A flash of lightbulb appeared, perhaps this could be your chance. At least he still admitted his mistake, that was the credit you would give.

You took a deep breath as your attendant busied herself with the broken pottery while Iso tended your arm: "Tsugikuni Tadamune,"

"Please bestow your punishment, your lordship,"

He really had the guts to respond.

"You will be given three days to prepare your send-off,"

The man bowed once again at your announcement: "This Tsugikuni Tadamune will thank you for your graciousness, Lord Sanada,"

You were unhappy that you couldn't execute him, that would ruin the events and you were certain that the army still required more men to assist with the front lines.

You were fairly certain the older Tsugikuni would attempt some form of trickery with his sleeve with his other son. But then again, your hand fucking hurts!

Deeps breaths were made, you tried not to completely lose your cool, since reputation and dignity were really something that many prioritise; you had to play their game anyhow.

"Allow me to send for the doctor," Iso announced before rushing off. Your other attendant gingerly placed her hand on your shoulder supporting your body as you slowly rose before retiring to your quarters.

At this rate, you felt bad for your old doctor.