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The Guardian blinked back at the other man as he shouted, his expression unabashedly confused. Was it rude? Perhaps because of their difference in means of communication and handling of resources, he and his colleagues were less fussy about personal boundaries and spaces and such. Either way, his intention had not been to offend, so he held his hands up in a ‘no harm’ sort of gesture. He’d spent most of his time in this land being entirely out of place and lost, so he supposed this was just another one of those times - another learning opportunity.

“Apologies,” he replied, his ears folding back with faint agitation, “That wasn’t my intention. Is that, em... a common sentiment, in this place?” And while what he said was genuine, Kieran was actually much more interested in what the other was describing now. This was not the first time by any means that he had looked at such wounds, old or new - he was a healer by trade after all, even whilst travelling - but the way the other’s voice changed made it seem a bit personal. He couldn’t rightly pry, not after overstepping already, but he could certainly empathise. Fire was one of the few things that still made his stomach twist these days.

          “What do you mean it’s not a good                idea? We can just go in, kick his ass,           take the rest of Oshu, and get revenge.                It’s foolproof, you see?!”

     Masamune hadn’t told Kojuro his idea yet for this reason. He’d been brewing on it for awhile, and even though he wasn’t ready to take on a battle like that yet, he wanted to do it. He’d always dreamed of uniting Oshu, and if he could do that, he could take the whole country if he wanted. He wasn’t just some kid anymore. Even Yoshinao had said that he showed enough promise to be able to do great things with his swords one day. Hell, he hadn’t expected him to be able to use all six, but he could.

     If Masamune could do something, he would.

           “As soon as possible, too! I don’t                 want anyone else killing that bastard            until I sink my teeth into him!”

     He didn’t understand why no one was with him on this. Out of all the people he could’ve chosen to tell, he’d thought Yoshinao at least would be with him. He’d seen it happen, too. He should want revenge just as badly.

  He finally did it, when he had been dreaming of this day since the moment he killed Lord Hideyoshi. A grin upon his face which would never fade, his hazel eyes gaze upon the dusk sky, clouds passing then a giggle, as it changed to a chuckle then a laugh afterwards.