The mirrors shift again, and start to show a scene of a historic manor.
—The war had been limited to skirmishes along the border up until now; the Empire testing your resolve and ability to fend off their attacks, but now they're beginning their assault in earnest. And you're dreading it.
Just holding everything together these past few months has taken everything that you have—managing the Roundtable and their petty squabbles, devising strategies and tactics against incoming attacks, and ensuring towns are properly prepared for a sudden halt in trade.
Yeah. It nearly killed him in the process, but Hakuri-kun—the boy at the end there—managed to summon Tobimune, Samura-san's Enchanted Blade. [would not recommend he do it like that again, though.] With that in his possession again, wiping out the enemy forces was no issue for Samura-san.
[albeit just in time, since the masumi probably wouldn't have lasted for another minute or two.]
[but the tone doesn't sound like uruha trying to dodge the subject, more a forewarning that if claude wants to know it's going to take uruha more than ten seconds to explain.]
During the Seitei War, Rokuhira-san forged the six Enchanted Blades—weapons powerful enough that they turned the tides and ended the war. Each sword was bound to a specific wielder of Rokuhira-san's choosing; the contract meant that so long as they lived, no one else could use the blade's power.
After the war, per his request, we returned the Enchanted Blades to him, and he took them with him into hiding. [...] Three years ago, the Hishaku—the group you saw in the memory—murdered him and stole the blades. Now, there's just one obstacle in their way.
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Like I said, he was my teacher from when I was young. And we'd been allies for half my life. Are you not loyal to your own?
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Only half your life?
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Half my life is almost as long as you'd been alive, y'know. But yeah, if we're not including the time we were teacher and disciple.
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Ah. So no dramatic falling out that you're trying to avoid talking about?
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What?
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[ He doesn't want to say dramatic, that sounds insulting. ]
It's nothing. Anyway, I do my best to be loyal, but sometimes there are complications.
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The mirrors shift again, and start to show a scene of a historic manor.
—The war had been limited to skirmishes along the border up until now; the Empire testing your resolve and ability to fend off their attacks, but now they're beginning their assault in earnest. And you're dreading it.
Just holding everything together these past few months has taken everything that you have—managing the Roundtable and their petty squabbles, devising strategies and tactics against incoming attacks, and ensuring towns are properly prepared for a sudden halt in trade.
How are you going to ensure you make it through whatever comes next? ]
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Being responsible for the weight of others' lives is never easy, huh.
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It shouldn't be, don't you think?
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[ see how quickly i brought it back ]
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... I'm no commander. [...] But I guess you could say I'm familiar with having to weigh lives, yes.
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[ don't question why he didn't ask this earlier ]
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[albeit just in time, since the masumi probably wouldn't have lasted for another minute or two.]
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Do you make those kinds of decisions often?
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As of late, I guess so.
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I've always had a certain degree of status. [said matter of fact, not boastful.] It just wasn't relevant during times of peace, after the war.
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But that's over now, huh?
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What triggered this new conflict?
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It's a long story.
[but the tone doesn't sound like uruha trying to dodge the subject, more a forewarning that if claude wants to know it's going to take uruha more than ten seconds to explain.]
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During the Seitei War, Rokuhira-san forged the six Enchanted Blades—weapons powerful enough that they turned the tides and ended the war. Each sword was bound to a specific wielder of Rokuhira-san's choosing; the contract meant that so long as they lived, no one else could use the blade's power.
After the war, per his request, we returned the Enchanted Blades to him, and he took them with him into hiding. [...] Three years ago, the Hishaku—the group you saw in the memory—murdered him and stole the blades. Now, there's just one obstacle in their way.
[they can't use the blades, until,]
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