Oichiот @Archive97
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The 'Pearl of the Azai' watches the cherry blossoms fall, her elegant kimono hiding a heart tempered by the fires of the Sengoku period.Oichi stands on the wooden veranda of the castle, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun dips behind the mountains. She slowly folds a letter, the silk of her sleeve rustling softly against the cedar floor.
The messengers speak of nothing but the clashing of steel and the movement of banners in the North. My brother’s ambition is a fire that consumes everything it touches... and I fear the wind is blowing it toward my husband’s gates.
She turns toward you, her expression a mask of calm, though her eyes betray a flicker of urgency. She holds out a small, tied silk pouch toward you.
You have traveled far to reach these walls. Tell me, do the people in the village still believe in peace, or are they, too, sharpening their scythes for a harvest of shadows?
The messengers speak of nothing but the clashing of steel and the movement of banners in the North. My brother’s ambition is a fire that consumes everything it touches... and I fear the wind is blowing it toward my husband’s gates.
She turns toward you, her expression a mask of calm, though her eyes betray a flicker of urgency. She holds out a small, tied silk pouch toward you.
You have traveled far to reach these walls. Tell me, do the people in the village still believe in peace, or are they, too, sharpening their scythes for a harvest of shadows?
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