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Keio 13 (1608) July 17 Omi Kanyin Temple -
Honta Jun was transferred to Edo to be handed over for disposal after undergoing a three-day investigation in Kyo.
And the thing on the road.
Seihei Itakura's intentions were drawn and polite in his treatment of purity, which was passed into the spacious room.
Then tell me what you want to do if you need anything.
Chongchang Itakura, the second son of Seung-hee, who is given the role of pure eyewitness, promptly followed the scene when he lowered his head with a pepper.
Genuine to be left alone in a room staring at the ceiling.
The voice of a cicada ringing out loud with Minmin pulls him away from the world a little bit.
I thought I had made this temple an inn only eight years ago.
At that time, I was on my way to transfer "The Great Sinner Under Heaven" Sansei Ishida from Sekigahara to Osaka Castle.
And now that I'm here as a sinner, let's feel what's causing it.
He closed his eyes quietly.
Nature and mind calm down when the dark overshadows sight.
After a while he slowly opened his eyes.
And when I saw what came into my eyes, his eyes narrowed just a little.
That was one sidebar.
A single letter on the side.
The sender looks like Katsushi Itakura.
Looking at the contents of the letter, Purity undone her narrowed eyes.
- It is the mercy of the samurai to reward the loyalty of the Lord until now
He closed his eyes again.
The highs of my chest subside again.
And when his heartbeat was calm enough, he opened his eyes slowly.
Then there...
The other one... i.e. the appearance of "Honta Genuine" -
The other 'innocent' stared straight at him.
Soft face as usual, and carry a smile.
- You look hateful.
He laughs bitterly at his relative appearance.
Then the other self has stated 'measures' without even saying no.
- In the ear of the great lord, he whispers, 'The great lord would have chewed one, too'. If you do, the Great Father, who feared confession in Edo, will surely help the Lord in his life. A recurrence is possible as long as there is life.
Words reach my ears as smoothly as water runs down the stands.
And when he had finished saying it all, "Genuine" put it back on his original soot face and stared at him.
He slacks his mouth all the time.
And he asked 'purity' with the sidebar placed in front of him in his hand.
"What do you think this sidewalk is for?
Strangely rounding his eyes, 'purity' looks like he's cramped with answers.
He answered himself, narrowing his eyes and creating a gentle smile.
"To pierce the soul of the Samawa samurai."
This evening.
Chongchang Itakura, who came to carry the evening, doubted my eyes at the sight he had jumped into.
It was the unusual appearance of Hondo lying in the midst of blood.
- I think I'm in love with the sun. No one ever sees the red in the shade.
People's 'living' is what 'dying' stands for.
His thorough defilement to fulfill the 'dream' of creating the world of Tokugawa was precisely that of the Sangawa samurai themselves.
Honta Genuine, the most beloved man from Tokugawa Jiayang.
It was a flashing, three-year lifetime with the times.
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Away from the Kannon Temple, only five miles (about 20 km).
Ryutan Temple (Ryotanji) at the end of your eyes and nose from Hikone Castle.
Haotian Zongjian, the master there, was visiting a room with a single letter in his hand.
"Are you there, Master Hao Tian?
The woman who turned her eyes without light was Souyoshi Ishida's wife.
Next door is also the figure of Takashi Tsuda, who serves her.
He pulled his hand and approached before Hao Tian.
"There you go. I can walk."
With a gentle grin, Haotian took control of the two of them and let the script he had in his hand be shaken in our hands.
We turn to Hao Tian with a strange look.
"What's this?
Then Hao Tian answered with a full smile.
"This is a letter from the Lord's husband, Souyoshi Ishida. This time he was cleared and pardoned by Heavenly Son, so he sent me a letter."
"Well......! Yes, I was!
I heard a letter from my husband and it made me look bright.
The expressions of Haotian and Heavy Mr. on his side were also naturally welcoming.
Mr. Cheung took our place and began to read out the writings.
But the source was unexpected.
"Ask the old soldier who came there these days to read this letter...... and...?
"Hmm... you mean that other guy?
"Who's that other guy?
When Mr. Heavy frowned, Haotian replied with the same expression.
"Tadashi Okubo..."
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An old man brought by Haotian to hold his shoulder.
No, I'm only 55 years old. It's not strange that some people get more and more lively.
But he was old enough not to even walk on his own.
He is the former Tokugawa family elder, Tadashi Okubo.
Now deposited in the Jiui family by order of the Shogun, he lives here in Ryutan Temple.
To him with his eyes like a dead fish, Mr. Heavy handed him a letter.
Without putting it to words, "What is this?" Hao Tian said in a gentle tone that did not suit his muscular physique to his neighbor, inquiring with his eyes.
"The sender of this letter wants you to read it to him. The Lord who is in front of him is losing light in his eyes. Please lend me your strength with my intention to gain merit."
To Hao Tian's words, his neighbor, reluctantly spreading the script, began to whine and groan.
"Ugh...... would you be doing it with your breath disaster? I wanted to talk to you today about the one man that Shi met, so I took a brush like this. It will be a little longer, but I want you to listen..."
Loyalty separated there.
And the moment I glanced at the earlier sentence...
His face collapsed with tears...
"Wow!!
I keep crying out louder than I can think of from his impatience earlier.
Knowing what the contents of the writings were, Haotian began to read them in a slow tone when he took them away from him with a gentle gesture.
- His former master was Lord Seiyuki Takeda. But what an enemy Tokugawa minister it was who welcomed him into the streets where the country was defeated and lost with his family.
The other one welcomed him as a 'family', someone else in red.
Even though that's all I'm thankful for, he said he gave a mouthful to his lord, Lord Tokugawa Jiayang, and kept his head down so he could take it away.
That back was exactly 'my father'.
He has worked hard to meet the expectations of such a 'father'.
Just as' Father 'has done, he has actively held the unfamiliar wretches and worked with sweat so that they could spend time smiling.
He was really happy to meet his brother and his loud uncle all the time.
One day, to repay my father, he ran through the world with all his heart.
But he fell into an enemy trap and was executed.
He moaned that the 'father' he loved would also be mindless.
When I was truly sorry for my revenge on grace, I repeatedly wept in my cell.
So I cleared up his carelessness and decided to feed the many unaccompanied people he had on Osaka in order to protect the 'family' he wanted to protect.
As his' father 'wrapped him with so much love, I want to wrap people with love, too.
So please, if you're going to be a 'father', I won't stop hoping that you'll feel safe and quiet for the rest of your life.
Let the faith which the Lord has defended necessarily be conveyed to the Hereafter.
He always wanted to say his' father '.
'Protect anything you decide to protect once and for all! That's what a true samurai is!'.
And I'll make sure your Lord protects you.
I'll definitely pick you up, so I want you to wait. Soyo Ishida
A single piece of paper dances.
It fell over the hands of its loyal neighbor as if it were sucked in.
It was written there...
- Thank you, Father. Director Okubo.
A trembling letter that seemed unusual to him to write about.
I don't know when or how this was written, but it was clear that it would probably have been written just before his death.
He is certainly neither born nor raised in the Three Rivers.
But the soul was The Three Rivers Samurai itself.
A man who loves his family above all else and can only live a straight and clumsy way.
"Father" Tadashi Okubo showed him on his back.
And let's say the 'living' of the radiant is handed down beyond enemy allies and blood muscles.
Tadashi Okubo's neighbor, who was handed down to Chef Okubo, passed from him to Souyoshi Ishida.
And his "living" will also be burned into the hearts of many people from now on, and passed down pulsatingly to future generations.
"History" connects, it's "living."
"Wow!
A cry of loyalty makes the little room hot and sadly tremble.
Haotian bowed his head deeply to the script and let it hold.
And he gently rubbed his neighbor's back, and the two of us quietly left the room.