Your body was sore. The numbing pain lingered, taunting you, reminding your inability to ignore, let alone escape the consequences of the events that you were involved. The sensation was eating you, corroding into your flesh, muscles and nerves. It was persistent. It was relentless. It was just-

Annoying as heck.

You shot your eyes open but immediately regretted as the light that entered your vision completely glared into the darkness that you were once accustomed to. It took you some time to adjusted to the brightness as you blinked as rapidly as you possibly could.

"Lord Sanada is finally awake!"

Sanada?

The familiar red and gold motive flashed in your mind. You recognised that clan name immediately from the PS3 games you once played as well as the history you read after the game got you hooked onto said history.

"Quick! Send in the doctor!"

More instructions were yelled above you, pacing around quiet room.

Speaking of room.

You eyed the broad white ceiling with brown wooden squares as their voices echoed through the area-

Wooden squares?

Broad white ceiling?

Your salary could barely afford a ceiling this high. Let alone with so many people surrounding you.

You shifted your focus on your surroundings, among the frantic movements and shaky voices from the people; the room was wide. There were multiple doors, sliding doors that were used to confine the wooden floors-

Wooden floors?

Wait-

"Your lordship," someone whispered next to you before a warm hand held onto yours. You instinctively turned towards the source and saw a wrinkled face.

Who the fuck-

"My lord!" was what you heard in response to your sudden jolt away from your original position. This place was definitely not your room or any hospital that you have been to, the people here were different-

"!" A few sets of hands were placed around you as an attempt to support your body. Your adrenaline of confusion or wariness immediately died down as the searing pain persisted.

The old man who was presumably the doctor shook his head: "Your condition was a risk from such injuries, my lord, please refrain from straining yourself more,"

Injuries that made your whole body screaming in pain?

You looked down at your torso to find strips of bandages almost completely covering your skin, there was specks and splotches of blood seeping through the whiteness of the fabric. There were so many questions popping in your mind before you could deduce any of them at all. After hearing, a few words from the doctor, you were left with a few who remained in the room.

"Thank goodness you are safe my lord!" a woman announced as she lowered herself next to your position, her voice was shaky, before a series of short sobs escaped her lips. Her hair was incredibly long, almost no different from a curtain concealing her features where you could only see a hint of her left eye struggling to contain her tears.

Your couldn't turn your head anymore as the pain and the bandages were restricting your movement.

"I'm fine..." you croaked, with whatever strength you had as the pain continued to overtake your senses. Your body began to twitch as a result. The sensation worsened as you felt warmth eventually engulfing your body, you were certain they were sweat.

Damn, this injury must be life-threatening.

No shit Sherlock, you cursed at yourself when you remembered how the people around you were reacting.

The woman began to wipe away her tears as she heard your reassurance, her sobs remained as she eyed you with concern as her pained expression was now replacing her pale features. She picked up a piece of white cloth from a copper basin as gentle splashes of water could be heard before giving your now sweat-ridden features small, careful pats.

It was not before long a soft slide from one of the doors could be heard. A woman in a similar attire bowed before entering with a tray containing two bowls. She gave another bow once she delivered them and slid it shut.

Their faces were incredibly pale, their brows on the other hand were comically dark and small. At this rate you were certain that you were not in your own home. The attire was ancient and you were not. Why were they wearing these attire? Were you the only person who perhaps didn't belong here? Did they know you weren't? Who was this Sanada lord that everyone was calling? Were you taking over someone else's body and why?

The women's clothing pattern was undoubtedly much more complex, you were certain these women were of noble birth or at least serving those who were, however their fashion did not really change much from what you could remember. Sanada was considered to be a prestigious clan name in the period no other than the Sengoku period-

Oh fuck!

Unless you were signed up for an acting role in an ancient show, which was something fairly unrealistic considering how lacking you were in the acting department; let alone to be conscious in a very old era, which was just as outlandish; or more than the former.

Two pairs of hands began slowly positioning you to sit upright, they were done with utmost care as you took in sharp shallow breaths from the change of your muscles. The woman picked up the spoon inside the tray, gave the contents inside the bowl a quick stir before giving the spoon a quick blow. She brought the spoon to your mouth, signalling you to open it. You gingerly opened your lips as she sent the spoon inside. Your throat was met with relief from the dryness as well as the strain you caused from your attempt to respond. She repeated the process, and so did you.

"How did I end up here?" you finally broke the silence, you wondered if it was possible to gain any answers from the already overwhelming set of questions you had in your mind.

The woman halted her feeding, she gave you a bow: "My lord, you were found critically wounded in the dead of night,"

Dead of night? What was "I" doing?

You were certain that you were not of regular status, most men of the Sanada clan were scripted to train and be sent to battle.

"What was the task that I was given?" you attempted to make your questions more convincing.

"You were tasked to be stationed near the borders of the castle,"

You nodded, signalling her to continue the moment she halted, the woman complied: "It was reported that your lordship was ambushed,"

You mentally rolled your eyes at the exchange, you were aware of the strict hierarchy that was present among classes and genders of this time; you didn't expect the interaction to be this sparse.

"I see," was all you replied as the woman gave no more elaboration. She bowed at you once more: "Please forgive me, my lord," you nodded before allowing her to continue feeding you.

At this rate, there were a shit ton of questions that you needed answers to:

1. The person you were now was a Sanada noble.

2. The person was stationed at the castle which presumably was the well-known Ueda castle.

3. The person was attacked while patrolling at night.

4. The responses from the presumed retainers of this person indicated that the injuries were "life-threatening" as mentioned by the doctor and the woman.

5. You were certainly not Sanada Yukimura or Nobuyuki. Samurai Warriors showed that they were not this chicken shit-

Crap

A sharp pain drilled into your head, preventing you from thinking any further.

Seemed like your samurai brain couldn't take in this much intellect in one moment.

The jolt caused you to nearly knock the bowl off of the woman's grip. The surrounding attendants rushed to your side and began to hold you. The pain persisted alongside the rest of your body.

The attendants called you in an attempt to calm you down, you thrashed at the increasing pain.

"Send for the doctor!" the woman wailed. The room turned frantic once again as you heard more and more voices echoing through your pain before they amplified. White noises eventually took over, and your vision darkened.