11/17/2025, 1:15 AM
Skill: Heartbroken
Heavy was the scent of strangers. The great Fujiwara Dynasty had vanished from their claim as if they had never even been there at all; only the ghost of Osamu remained, silent and watchful on the shoreline. How bright the moon was - how it mocked him.
He had confessed his love to his Empress, the beautiful Izumi, and when it seemed at last that joy had found its way to him in the return of her warm embrace -
- she had vanished, along with the vast majority of her retinue.
Queen's Rest was a quiet graveyard of memories, and now fresh faces and strange scents had invaded its lush lands.
Osamu felt his stomach twist in revulsion.
This was Izumi's place.
This was his place.
The Samurai sat, looking rigidly out toward the mainland with the hardened expression of a man trying hard not to weep.
He had confessed his love to his Empress, the beautiful Izumi, and when it seemed at last that joy had found its way to him in the return of her warm embrace -
- she had vanished, along with the vast majority of her retinue.
Queen's Rest was a quiet graveyard of memories, and now fresh faces and strange scents had invaded its lush lands.
Osamu felt his stomach twist in revulsion.
外国からの侵略者,he muttered under his breath. Well, if they wished to remove him, they would have to do so bodily and by the nape of his neck, he thought with stubborn resolution.
This was Izumi's place.
This was his place.
The Samurai sat, looking rigidly out toward the mainland with the hardened expression of a man trying hard not to weep.
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