May 14, 1912 Kuroda Guanbei
The thread breaks.
-Hiiiiing!!
The black horse nodded echoing across the battlefield, stepping so hard that the ground cracked and jumped up over my head. A black giant rushed through the sky. Even if I tried to escape, my right foot was fixed to the ground and I couldn't move. Even if you try to pull out the armpit, your left hand will remain pierced by the arrow, and your right hand won't stop twitching at your fingertips. With this, you won't be able to throw like you did earlier.
(I guess that's it...)
Clogged.
I gaze at the lord who once wielded a spear to kill me from the horse. The tip of the hawthorn approaching while drawing a beautiful trajectory. A reaper's sickle that can be attached to the throat.
I slowly closed my eyes listening to the inescapable footsteps of death.
When I got to the heart of things, I realized that I was a [special person] unlike other people. I can see the color of the person's soul, the vessel of the soul. Mimic a cup and a flame.
The view began to appear more blurry than the three times, and at the five times it became clear without being conscious. I was the only one in the world.
There are two main types of vessels.
White and black vessels. Magnitude literally indicates the person's qualities that guide others. The vessel shines white as the good, and black as the wicked. Sometimes, some people have mysterious colors, but that's probably the only hero chosen to create the world of our times.
And the color of the soul.
This is exactly like ten people and ten colors. The color changes depending on the person's life. A parent cannot be exactly the same as a brother. The tendency is that the bloodthirsty warlords are red, the civil servants who need calmness are blue, if there is good, yellow, if there is bad trickery, gray. It was a strange thing that represented the complicated person's heart.
At first glance, this power seems convenient.
By the way, I could only think of it as a curse.
All around my father are men with filthy vessels and dirty souls. No, my father wasn't a good man either. And once worshipped at a distance, the Kodera-kun and administrative positions are not enough for a king. I've seen a few people do it, but honestly, it'll only be burnt stone and water. By then, the Kodera family, the Kuroda family, and this country had rotted.
I didn't want to know that. However, I just wanted to know who I could trust to protect myself, but the reality is that I can't trust anyone.
Anger, hatred, resentment, envy. A terrible negative emotion swirls behind a thin smile. I can see the true nature, but I feel uncomfortable with the nausea caused by my death. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. A sticky gaze directed at me, the heir to the Kuroda family. Many of the plots were far enough to push the child into the abyss of despair.
At five o'clock, I began to lock myself in my room for fear of contact with others. He lied about his illness.
On the first day, my father sent a doctor in charge of me.
The second day, the interior ministers came to pay their respects.
Day three, day four, day five... Every time the time went on, everyone's attitude changed. It was the emissary from the Kodera family who came ten days later.
I don't know what you told me. However, the response to me has clearly changed. My father and his family no longer showed their faces. Only the maids in charge will come. No one is going to hurt me anymore. Rather, it was unbearable to get sick from me, and I began to avoid it openly.
What my father wanted was a tough and brilliant body. What I wanted from the Kodera family was an excellent and loyal minister who would devote himself to the house. I don't want a sick man. The ministers will not look at me if they think it is useless to sell me flirting. Of course. They were selling me the passion I needed for my next career.
I realized that I had been cut off.
I realized that this power of mine was right.
... I realized that there was no love from the beginning.
I still dream. Have a good time that night.
That night, I was crying as I squeezed my voice into the futon. I was scared, scared, scared. When the morning comes, you'll see the sight again. That world is full of lies.
(Even though I didn't want this kind of power......)
Tears overflowing from your eyes wet the futon. Grasp the futon firmly while mixing with sobbing. Even though her eyes were closed, the voices and expressions of her father and his family members disappeared one after another in her mind.
There's no escape. There's no escape. As long as you have these eyes, you will never wake up from this nightmare.
I gently covered my eyelids with my right hand.
(I wonder why I have it in my eyes. Why do I have to feel so hard? If this is the case, let's do it--)
Negative emotions rush through your brain as you go around.
I want to feel better already...... with all my strength at my fingertips --- the next moment, someone opened the door.
"............"
Your shoulders are twitching and trembling.
(Who the hell is this in the middle of the night...? It is impossible for a maid to come in without my permission. Could it be that my father let the assassin go to kill me.....)
As the worst imagination passed through his mind, he slowly began to walk toward us. The sound of the tatami mats echoing. Your heart keeps beating so hard, your fingertips harden coldly, you hold your head round as you shake your teeth.
(Yeah, it's over. I'm going to get killed like this....... No, no, no! I'm scared. I don't want to die! I don't want it to hurt. I'm scared, I'm scared. Somebody help me.... if this is the case, I won't be able to--)
- I wish I hadn't been born.
When I was struck by despair, the sound of footsteps stopped immediately, and I felt something approaching. It's like reaching out to strip a futon.
I waited for that moment while gurgling my eyes, and the sole was gently placed near my back. And then, it slowly moves like a stroke.
Confused by the unexpected, Sorel gently called out as she stroked her back.
"...... Wanji, are you awake?"
"......?!"
With that voice, I opened my eyes and turned my head over to the futon. Before I raised my face, the person I expected looked at me with a gentle look.
"Haha... huh?"
"Yes, Marigold, it's your mother."
There was a gentle figure of my mother that was no different from the last time I saw her. The figure of a mother with an unchanged, gentle and pure soul. There was a mother figure full of charity, free of lies.
I dive into my mother's chest in tears.
"Ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
Crying like a stick, my mother's chest gets wet with tears in no time. However, my mother did not blame me for it, and gently stroked my head.
"... I'm sorry, Wanji. It must have been hard." I wish I could've held you in my arms even sooner.... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "
"... ah, ahhhhhh!!"
My mother's body trembles in small pieces. A tear dropped from my mother stroked my cheek.
The limit had passed in the past. The moment I felt the unchanging love from my mother, the emotions that stopped me from wearing it overflowed.
I was able to cry in public for the first time in years.
I finally stopped crying and closed my eyes on my mother's back in the middle of the futon. My mother strokes me with such a gentle look.
My mother was sick after giving birth to me and spent most of the day lying on the floor. My father told me that I had a weak constitution. My mother gave birth to me at the cost of her life.
Therefore, I didn't have much face-to-face with my mother. I felt lonely, but I was not dissatisfied. I mean, there's nothing I can do about it.
That's why I've never been so sweet. But my mother was happy to listen to me like this.
I talked a lot while being attached to my mother. It's about my father. It's about my family. Delicious food. Unusual creatures.... and these eyes. “That's right,” she muttered in a sad voice.
"My mother noticed that your gaze was different from the others. I've always been interested in many things. However, I felt that it did not come from a child's unique curiosity, but rather from a gaze that seemed to identify someone who could be trusted. I wasn't close to anyone with a bad personality."
"... you must have noticed."
"Yes, of course." Even if you spend a short amount of time with me, if you're a child, you'll notice trivial things. It's my mother's. "
"--Oh"
Grab my mother's sleeve. As she covered her hands, her mother put her hands on them. And spinning words in a voice that makes you say it to me.
"You're a special child." He who blessed the Imperial Buddha. That power is the eye that sees through the qualities of a hero. Power to find the hero that will put an end to this turbulent world. Power to find heroes who haven't shown their heads yet. Neither Miyoshi, nor Maori, nor Hexagon, nor Asakura, let alone Ashikaga. The power to support the nameless hero. I'm sure that someday you'll meet that hero. To be your own hero. "
"... ah, is that...... true?"
"Yeah, I'll be sure to meet you. At that time, you will know the meaning of your birth. For this reason, honor yourselves now. Encourage your studies, train your intelligence and advise your hero. Train, train your might, and run with your heroes on the battlefield. Recruit your allies, train your soldiers, and help your heroes. The power given to the Buddha is not used for his own sake, but for the sake of the world and man....... I'm sure my mother won't be able to see me, but I wish her a happy future ahead of that."
"--Oh... yes, I promise, Mother. I will use this power to find a hero. And I'll definitely end this turbulent world someday..."
On a young night, I swore an oath to my mother. Use this power for the good of the world, for the good of men.
On a young night, I dreamed of a glowing future. Someday, I'm sure, I'll know what I was born for.
Nine years later.
My mother died when I was fourteen. After she had given birth to her brother, her mother could not even stand and walk properly, and one day she took her breath as if she were sleeping.
I drowned in literature to keep my vows to my mother. Apparently, I didn't have a talent for martial arts. We decided to sharpen our proper intelligence.
Nevertheless, I was waiting for the day to enrich my territory by training my body to the minimum necessary, finding talented people, making connections with merchants, and gathering information.
And the moon is flowing, the castle of Gifu in July of the third year of Tensho.
I met my destiny.