[ Masamune isn't sure what brought him to Itsukushima. Curiosity, maybe. He'd heard from Tokugawa the way Chosokabe got manipulated by the Western Army's generals - and the look on Chosokabe's face as he walks off the battlefield with Tokugawa at his side is that of a man who's settled a score.
Though a witness to the battle from afar, it's hard for Masamune to believe that Motonari Mouri is dead. He's a terrible and shitty man, yes, but a tenacious one, one who survived Oda and Hideyoshi's reigns without batting an eye. If anyone could survive a direct assault through wit and cunning alone, it's him. But perhaps that's a bit of illogical thinking on his part - after all Motonari's done, there's no way in hell Chosokabe would let him live a second longer. The strength of an angered Sea Devil is not something to trifle with.
Masamune stares down at Motonari's blood-stained, unmoving body. Chosokabe and Tokugawa left Motonari to rot on the battlefield like a forgotten soldier. A fitting end for someone like him, abandoned by all who surrounded him the moment the Chosokabe family crest flew in place of the Mouri. But something - perhaps the same thing that brought him here in the first place - tells him this isn't right.
He bends over to pick up the pieces of his ring blade, then turns to his Right Eye. ] Kojiro, we're moving out.
[ With the spoils of Itsukushima in tow - the body of the former ruler of Aki and his signature weapon - Masamune sets his sight on home.
He'll find a good place for Motonari to rest on the way. Somewhere remote, where he'd likely never be found, but within Aki - shitty as he is (was), it's the basic respect he deserves. ]
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Though a witness to the battle from afar, it's hard for Masamune to believe that Motonari Mouri is dead. He's a terrible and shitty man, yes, but a tenacious one, one who survived Oda and Hideyoshi's reigns without batting an eye. If anyone could survive a direct assault through wit and cunning alone, it's him. But perhaps that's a bit of illogical thinking on his part - after all Motonari's done, there's no way in hell Chosokabe would let him live a second longer. The strength of an angered Sea Devil is not something to trifle with.
Masamune stares down at Motonari's blood-stained, unmoving body. Chosokabe and Tokugawa left Motonari to rot on the battlefield like a forgotten soldier. A fitting end for someone like him, abandoned by all who surrounded him the moment the Chosokabe family crest flew in place of the Mouri. But something - perhaps the same thing that brought him here in the first place - tells him this isn't right.
He bends over to pick up the pieces of his ring blade, then turns to his Right Eye. ] Kojiro, we're moving out.
[ With the spoils of Itsukushima in tow - the body of the former ruler of Aki and his signature weapon - Masamune sets his sight on home.
He'll find a good place for Motonari to rest on the way. Somewhere remote, where he'd likely never be found, but within Aki - shitty as he is (was), it's the basic respect he deserves. ]