The Perfect Blossom

[Zephyranthes]

Her words were absolutely dripping with the sentiments of their old Earth ancestors, those select few samurai descendants that escaped to Sirius. These same sentiments were instilled in the two from birth via the teachings of Bushido, though where Yoshitsune looked forward with these ideals, his love always held the past heritage of Japan as the highest matter of importance. It was expected. To lead a group of far-right, exiled warriors in reinstating an empire demanded such heavenly resolve and devotion to duty that it would make any man alongside her tremble with shame and rage at being surpassed by a woman. But to be brought so low as to be stripped of command and exiled to one of the strongholds of her ideological opposites... He fully knew why she had chosen to salvage the remainder of what she could from the wreckage.

Yoshi looked towards the falling petals, sighing. It made him think of how fleeting everything was.

"You could have continued to serve Kusari well. The Emperor might yet have restored your honor."