three sengoku

 “Eat, do not waste.” 

He remarks, softly. Dinner time between family members is important, even if there are only two of them today. The rest are doing their duties elsewhere and Takeda Shingen is doing a waiting game. Training is over, discussions were over. The Takeda clan would not profit today, nor would it lose. 

     “Did I weep…?” 

     Kagetora suddenly pauses, sitting with her hand resting on one thigh, the sake cup still held gently in her hand as she tries to reflect on the moment she heard of Shingen’s death. 

     “Hmmm. Maybe I did feel something akin to great loss, but I can’t remember if I wept or not.”

 “That is fine. it doesn’t matter now , because we are talking. And next we meet, we can fight again and again.”

he raises his glass, bandages covering most of his hand. 

     “Becoming a Servant hasn’t dampened your spirit at all…” Seems Kagetora, despite her various bandage-wrapped injuries, is also satisfied and is even sharing some sake with her bitter rival. “You haven’t changed, you old tiger.”

 “there is a recent change in my image.” he says, relaxing under the moonlight of a repaired simulation room. “Hence I am stronger than the original you once knew of.”

    Come. Face the God of War once more.

     You don’t know when to quit, do you, Shingen.

    Shingen…