The Chrysanthemum sister listened to Miyamoto's words carefully, observing, learning, remembering. A great spokesman he was, and the sister's attention was drawn to his words. As Miyamoto was preparing to continue his speaking, a personal Guard enter the chambers, and apologized for interfering, "Sensei, forgive me, but there is an urgent need for your wisdom. There is an Outcast Capital vessel nearing Kyoto!" - As soon as the Oban spoke his words Miyamoto's face grimed. There is no love for the Outcast in his mind nor hearth, "Forgive me sister, but I have urgent things to attend to as you see." - Miyamoto took up his sword and placed it on his back, nodding to the Chrysanthemum that was sitting in the chambers sipping tea, "Stay with her, keep her company until I return." - He ordered the young Oban and left in a hurry.
His ship was already prepared, but something was different, and despite his daily meditation, Miyamoto's mind was not at ease. A dark cloud was hovering over his thoughts, and a strange doubt and suspicion arose in him. It troubled him clearly, as he was a great warrior, never having any doubts, certainly not those that he knew nothing of their origin. While walking down the hallways of Kyoto, and the Dragons running up and down, stirred like a hive, he felt a strong pain in his chest. He stopped, leaning to the nearest wall and holding his chest with his hand, hoping that the pain will seize. A Dragon that was nearby approached him and helped him continue, and Miyamoto did so, proceeding to the hangar and into his Katana.
The crisis was that of an Outcast Destroyer near Kyoto, and as Miyamoto was flying towards the location, the pain returned. But not just the pain, but the dark thoughts, this time overwhelmed with images. Images of a young boy, in Samurai clothing, lost in a field of nothingness. In all directions, there is nothing but emptiness, the abyss smiling to him, the void calling for him. The sun is clouded by the dark and treacherous sky, and the only way to light is through battle. To fight the abyss is to emerge victorious. But there is help also, and the boy is not alone, as a strong tall figure of a man approaches him from the light. A Samurai, in shiny armor, with a sword decorated with gold and jewels, a sword of Kings. But the Samurai, is wearing the Empire's armor, and the boy, a follower of Hideyoshi. Is death smiling to the boy, or will he be saved by those he despises. The Emperor's Samurai wishes no harm to the boy, as he reaches for him, and pulls him towards the light.
Miyamoto was feeling a sharp and constant pain, unable to fly, better yet, unaware of the things around him. No longer was he near Kyoto, but in Tohoku, nothing is clear anymore, the mind goes dark, and all light seems to fade...
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