Nobuyuki Sanada, Koyasan, Kiikuni, September 11th, 1908
When I turned away from the fallen Araki Murakazu, I rushed to the nearby tree. Was it due to successive injuries and exposure to rain? Because the child was suffering from shortness of breath.
As soon as I lowered the child who was carrying it to the base, which was relatively free of rain, I immediately took first aid. Fortunately, the wound is shallow in contrast to the amount of blood, so it would be helpful if you block the wound.
And to warm up your completely cold body, you wrap the child in a jacket that you took off. Then, the tremor subsided slightly. My breathing has also calmed down. Reassured by the appearance, I clutched the child with my trembling hand.
"Ah, thank goodness... I'm alive!" He's alive!...... I'm fine now. He killed him. The wounds are shallow. If you treat them immediately, they'll help you! ”
As the medic tears off the cloth he received, he wraps around his small body like a worker. Just in case, the knowledge you taught me was useful.
I immediately wrapped a double or triple wrapped cloth that oozes blood. While I was working hard on my treatment, my child's hand suddenly reached out to my right hand. When I raised my gaze, unlike before, there was a child with a firm consciousness.
"Good, you're awake."
“Yes, thank you....... Yukimura-sama"
If you gently stroke your head, you'll smile at the child. It was a slight change, but for me, who knew the expressionless child, it seemed like a flower smile.
Naturally, the cheeks become loose. But he leaned his neck toward the name that the child had spoken.
"...? No, that 's--"
I was glad that you called me by name, but it wasn't a pseudonym. Koji doesn't even speak to his family. If someone other than your immediate superior uses it, you can't complain even if it is rudely slaughtered.
I tried to correct it, but Yukimura was a pseudonym in the first place. It's not a bowl. It's not even a pseudonym. Well, wouldn't you mind if I did?
Besides, I don't think we should teach politeness to such a small child. Whether you teach it or not, it won't be too late after you return to Ando.
"Ah... I'm sorry..."
Maybe because I shut up along the way, the child stares at us anxiously. He nodded with a bitter smile at the figure.
"Ah... yes. That's right. It's good in Yukimura. Call the child whatever you want."
"......? Yes, I understand."
I laughed at the child who leaned his neck, saying that it was nothing. That's right. That's a trivial name. It doesn't matter. Now I'm just happy to see you looking so good.
Stands up holding the child tightly. The rain is stronger than before, and the upper body can withstand nakedness. However, the exhilarated body naturally warmed up, and I didn't stop worrying about the cold due to the rain.
The little tadpole in this arm. While chewing on my saved little life, I set my foot in the mainland.
As I headed toward the Honjin, I suddenly fell to my sight, and Araki Murakazu and the sword rolled beside me entered. If Araki Murashige pretended to be dead, it was easy to imagine the sword slashing from behind.
(Uuuu...... I won't do it. (If it's that guy)
When I picked up the sword that had fallen into the sighing mix, I threw it into the forest just in case. I was relieved to see the sword arcing beautifully and disappearing. Now, even if Araki Murakazu occurs, nothing can be done.
With that judgment, I turned my heels back and left the scene. Thinking about the relationship between the Oda family and Araki Murakazu, it is rather painful not to be able to take off your neck here.
But I can't say that either.
I think it's time for the appointment to pass, and above all, it's out of the question to waste your luggage when you go down a mountain road with poor scaffolding. At a later date, I'll have the Powder Crowd send someone out.
When my thoughts subsided, I passed beside Araki Murakazu and tried to follow the path that I followed until I got here.
At that moment, a slight voice was struck on my back as I walked away quickly. Thinking suspiciously, but looking back, Araki Murakake's mouth was slightly moving.
"By the way, I didn't know you were still alive..."
Surprised by its vitality, he hears the last words as a samurai's sympathy.
"...... why......?... me and...... the weaver...... what is different...... was he...... killing...... slaughtering...... not......?... why... do I... do I... do I... do I... do I... do I... do I... do I... do I...?"
Perhaps because of the occasional spitting of blood, the words are interrupted and difficult to hear. However, the strong regret and lamentation in those eyes. The colour is a colour not seen in Araki Murakazu before. "I guess you've got a glimpse of your true temperament on the verge of death..."
Maybe Araki Murakazu wasn't on the road from the beginning. It may have been a gentle power to think of people.
Then, there was something in the past that would change your life. That's what I thought, returning my words naturally.
"Indeed, the Oda family has a cause called Taihei Tengishi, but what they are doing is suppressing by force." Many bloodshed will continue to flow to achieve Taiping under the heavens. The essence of your battle for yourself will not be much different from the many people and soldiers who will die as a result....... but.... "
He hesitates with his eyes down.
"Go on." I was gazed at with such intent.
Raise your face and gaze at Araki Murakazu.
"--But you can't shed tears because you're sad for someone." I can't bleed for someone. Who will follow him who cannot trust? Who shall do unto him that cannot think? Now, when your life is about to disappear, there is no one beside you. But if the time come that thou shalt die, many ministers shall be gathered together, and many people shall be grieved. That's because he loves everyone equally...... that's the answer. "
"...... Ahh...... I see......"
Murase Araki nodded contentedly when she heard my answer. Slowly exhaling, the light disappeared from his eyes.
When I saw it, I slowly leaned aside, closed my eyelids, and put my hand around my mouth. I'm not breathing.
"If you are reborn, it is the next time that you will love someone and live a life that you love..."
My prayers melt into the sky without anyone asking. The traitor, who gave rise to many tragedies, took a quiet breath.
Araki Murashige.
There is too little material to tell his life story. Life during childhood, youth, and exile is dark.
There's just one thing for sure. It is the fact that he was born with the blessing of overflowing from his parents. He was a knower of love.
Why did you abandon your beloved family and housemates? I'm not sure what changed him.
Is that the truth of a troubled world, or could it not have lived otherwise? In historical fact, he repented of his mistakes and called himself "Araki Michi Shito".
He may also be a madman in a turbulent world.
At night two days after Genjiro conquered Koyasan Shingon sect, there was a shadow on the side of the three mages who looked down at the castle. It was the first seat of the White Ladies' Ten-Jewelry Corps.
A certain command was given for the Koyasan attack.
"As you ordered, My Lord, we succeeded in burning down the Koyasan Shingon sect." The monks who noticed the fire first tried to fall east, but they have already dealt with it. "
There is a wooden box in the hand of the stalactite. When the lid was opened, it contained one of the heads of the monks who were supposed to have escaped. There are many similar crates next to her.
The three mages say a word when they glance at it.
"... thank you very much. You can go now."
Will
An orbital infarction that vanishes without a sound. Only the crate was left there. The wind blows. The moonlight illuminates the soil on a sleepy night for everyone.
While receiving it wholeheartedly, the Third Master looked back and called out to those who remained in the room.
"In this battle, we were able to get the maximum benefit while minimizing the damage done by the Oda army. This is also something that you have done your best. It's very generous ─ ─"
--Official Guard.