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From that day when the Wind Demon Ninjas dressed as one of the travelers and the Ten Warriors of Maida were going to Long Beach with each other, the conversation returns about a month ago.
Inside the new city of Edo, the mansion is built in a shadowy place despite the noon. It was in that room that a skinny muscular man welcomed a white boy with a round of flowery pity blooming in the field.
"Nice to meet you. I've been waiting for you."
When the man smiled at the boy, the boy was smiling again, too. But compared to the man's, which contains obvious ambitions, the boy's is something like a cloud that floats somewhere in the sky that can't feel anything, which is also striking to say the opposite quality somewhere.
The man narrowed his eyes to the boy in contrast to himself and continued to seem to love him somewhere.
"As for the Father of the Lord... it was a shame.
It's heartbreaking even for me. "
Against a man who talks like that with a twinkle of an eyebrow, the boy does not change one complexion, nor does he shake his neck sideways if he does not nod. I have no idea what you're thinking at all.
But the man seemed to love even that appearance, yet as lovely as the beads of a family treasure that had been turned into an old vault, in an upbeat manner, he kept rapping and flushing his words more and more.
"But the thing is, he's responsible for it.
Because while there is a rarity called the Lord, he said that he would wash his feet from the sneak and put out his sperm in commerce.
The Lord must not have frightened him. "
And the man finally stops by the boy's side.
The boy sits with his spine stretched out, without changing a single complexion, even if he presents the man, whose hands it is clear have been stained with blood by whoever sees them.
Its clear hair with the appearance of melting if you touch it. And skin so thin and unclean that even the bones are likely to be visible. Emotionless eyes, somewhere sad behind them, seem to highlight even more the boy's likely attraction to be sucked in.
If you reach a little, you can touch it. When the man approached the boy until that distance, he said, lowering his voice even further.
"But don't worry. From now on, I will be your Lord's father.
And let not the name of the LORD be seen as sneaky enough to roar unto his last generations?
Lord has something enough to make it happen. "
Yes, with the finest compliments, it doesn't change the boy's face. It was like a doll with a faint smile, and even suspicious whether it was really blood through it at all.
Who the hell is this boy...
Showing this end happened right after this.
It was that moment when the man's reluctant right hand tried to reach the boy's left cheek.
- Shh!
The boy's right hand, which was placed on his lap, suddenly disappeared.
When the man's eyes rounded to surprise, he accidentally stopped reaching for the boy's cheek. The boy's right hand was raised high.
Then the boy opened his mouth for the first time.
"Rat..."
The boy's face is pointed at the ceiling with the words.
The man also slowly turned his gaze to the same place as the boy. And when he jumped into that gaze, nature and the man's mouth angle rose.
There...
Small hole drilled earlier...
From that hole...
They dyed the floor directly next to each other black as the blood spilled.
From this, the hole in the ceiling was drilled when the boy threw something sharp and pointy, which meant that something was behind the ceiling, piercing the throat of the 'rat' in different dimensions, so that it was obvious even if it wasn't Hirouchi Takasaka, who was savoring these places many times.
"A big rat was behind the ceiling..."
"Hope moon... sniffing around..."
"Hope moon... right... the hand of Maida? Shut up, even though security guards have been flushed."
"Toyotomi..."
"Toyotomi... those who still wear the glory of the late Tai Chi, who are also very anachronistic..."
The man was blood. He shifted his gaze from the whole town to the boy, staring at his slightly tidy cheeks, dazzling.
And I said with tension in my voice.
"But that's almost over, too.
No... it ends with our hands.
And we are going to celebrate a new era!!
The boy's gaze also shifts from a bloody town to a man.
And the man and the boy faced each other.
While the flames of uncontrollable ambition are brilliantly lit in the eyes of a man, the sadness remains asleep in the eyes of a boy, whose temperature is not felt at all.
That was a completely different structure than when the two of them were together in this room.
But the flames in the man burned greater, and it continued to be uttered out of his mouth in words.
"With the new age, we stand again!
You are allowed to dream, on the light emitting surface stage!!
I'll take your lord to that place!
Come on!! Let's run through together!
- Gah!
A man's hand grabs the boy's left hand hard. The hand, sweaty with excitement, rapidly warms the boy's hand, cold as ice. The boy's eyes opened just a little wider.
"From today on your Lord is Wind Demon Kotaro!!
This Takasaka Hiranuchi will be the named parent!!
"Wind Demon Kotaro..."
The boy… or Kotaro, the wind demon, whines to make sure where his name is. Such a boy, a man… i.e. Hiranuchi Takasaka, stares with burning eyes.
Yes… Edo, the "City of the Winner," probably didn't leak, and the men who admired the gorgeous stage were in the darkness chasing the light.
Takasaka Hiranuchi here was one of them.
He is one of those who supported Tokugawa Shogun from the dark, even though he was branded a loser as Takeda's sneak. In other words, by burying the spark of rebellion nesting in Edo and Kanto, out of the darkness, he had been given the place.
But even so, he did not want to live in darkness alone, and one day he wanted the opportunity to rise to the sunny stage.
It was the "wind demon take-up" that could be called the beginning of the process.
Of the clan of wind demons that still formed a large group, mainly in Kanto, he slaughtered Kotaro, the fifth generation wind demon of his wing, and held his son in his own hands.
That's the boy in front of you… sixth generation, Kotaro the Wind Demon.
By becoming the guardian of the boy who possessed that overflowing talent of sneaking, Hiranuchi Takasaka tried to make the wind demon his thing.
To put it, his aim was Hanzo Hattori himself, as the heavy town of the Tabernacle, where the belt knife was grated and even allowed some degree of freedom to see with the general and the great lord. In other words, just as Hanzo Hattori was putting together a group of Iga ninjas, Hiranuchi Takasaka tried to put together a wind demon to weigh in the shogunate.
This is Hiranuchi Takasaka's ambition and "Dream" itself.
But it was by no means the only thing he wished to do.
There was a greater 'dream'.
It's...
- With my hand, I'll restore Koga!
It was.
And the "dream," he was swelling his chest wide to the point where he was now within reach, having taken the new wind demon Kotaro's hand.
Furthermore, the fact that he has come as close to the tabular stage has been set as a single letter in his pocket.
It's...
- Takasaka Hiranuchi, in view of your previous work on the Lord, I hereby affirm to you that you will give Loc the next spring.
Encourage loyalty even more than before.
That was from Honta Masayoshi.
It goes without saying that by "giving Loch" we mean, of course, that he stands on the surface stage as a samurai. In other words, he had the ink in his hand now.
But there is one condition for that. It was "more encouraging, faithful", and its specific actions, apart from this letter, had also been delivered to him.
But it was written on a special piece of paper, which had already become ash and had not existed in the world. Still, what was written there was firmly engraved in Takasaka Hiranuchi's head, like an engraving.
- The 21st day of the division. At Nagahama, Sir Echimae.
This just seems to indicate that "On December 21st, Hidekang Nojo will arrive in Nagahama". But Takasaka Hiranuchi clearly understands what it means to be sent on that piece of paper.
Because this wasn't the first time...
"Well... then Kotaro. Let's start."
Hiranuchi Takasaka, who returned to a calm tone, slowly stood up, holding the hand of Kotaro the wind demon as it was. Kotaro also lifts his hips so that he can get stuck.
"This is the big gate to our sunny stage.
All those who stand in the way should be buried with this hand. "
That being said, he held Kotaro's left hand, now with both hands. And I told Kotaro to tell me.
"Aim for Nagahama... only one neck to aim for..."
The rest was emanated from Kotaro's mouth.
"Mr. Echimae..."
Even Hiranuchi Takasaka in front of him never noticed that his voice contained only a few but one emotions.
What is that emotion...
Joy...
The joy of being allowed to kill a man gave a faint cloudiness to the voice of a boy who had no colour until then.
But it was like a drop of blood on a wide surface, and it was only natural that it could not be noticed in anything.