Maruozhong

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The general has died in battle!
The terrible news reached the capital the very next day.
"What? I don't believe it."
Mother Hino Tomiko simply refused to believe it.
"How could a general who rules the world die in battle?"
She simply smiled and dismissed it.
"It's absolutely impossible."
She ordered the messenger to be imprisoned and punished.
The initial report arrived at dawn.
Tomiko was usually carefree and didn't get up until after noon.
Spring mornings were especially conducive to sleeping.
She always indulged herself, but she hadn't expected her usually obedient maid to wake her. She felt a little resentful.
However, the maid only dared to wake her if there was serious news.
(The general has died in battle!)
Hearing this horrifying report, she didn't even blink.
"Could it be true?"
"How frightening—"
The seven maids whispered among themselves.
“Perhaps it’s true—”
“Don’t believe rumors!”
“Perhaps that messenger was one of Rokkaku’s men. I’ll interrogate him properly tomorrow!”
The speaker was Shi-onna from Koga, her two full breasts swaying from side to side like winter melons.
“I’m best at interrogating young men…hehe…”
“Hahaha, Shi-onna! Just thinking about your methods makes my mouth water.”
As they were lewdly teasing each other, Shi-onna reached out to stroke the maids’ fair skin, when the sound of horses’ hooves suddenly rang out. The approaching horse seemed to be in a frenzy, the chaotic hoofbeats reaching everyone’s ears.
The maids looked at each other.
This was the second messenger.
He was also a young man, one of Yoshihiro’s guards whom the maids had all seen before.
“Please report to Her Majesty that the General has met with misfortune…”
After he finished speaking, he collapsed weakly at the foot of the stone steps.
His legs, clothes, and even his disheveled hair were stained with gushing blood.
"Ah! Is it true? The General is really..."
"Why didn't you report to me sooner..."
"I dare not tell Her Majesty..."
"Let's ask Shizuka to report it!"
The maids, fearing Tomiko's wrath, discussed among themselves, unsure of what to do.
Finally, the maid chosen by everyone sighed helplessly and went to Tomiko's bedchamber.
Tomiko, still half-asleep, saw the maid standing there, seemingly hesitant, and curiously glanced at her.
"Kinjuro came to report... that the General has met with misfortune."
Upon hearing this, Tomiko immediately replied, "Even Kinjuro has come. That kid, Yoshihiro, has gone too far with his jokes! Isn't that right? Answer me! Was he playing a prank?"
Tomiko roared, her voice full of energy.
This must be a flawless lie! This must be a lie; she was denying all possible possibilities.
Yoshihiro had gone to the battlefield.
However, the merciless battlefield was no different for a twenty-five-year-old man and a fifty-year-old man. For a woman like Tomiko, who had lived in the deep palace for years and never left her quarters, the battlefield in a foreign land was undoubtedly a distant, dreamlike memory.
Two years ago, in September, when Yoshihiro led over 60,000 cavalry into battle, she was so worried she couldn't eat or sleep!
She slowly grew thin and haggard.
But after a year and a half, with the war remaining at a stalemate, Tomiko gradually felt relieved.
Her mood began to change; she always thought Yoshihiro was just on a long trip and would return home when he was tired of playing.
"Shang… he… he actually died in battle…"
Tomiko sat up as if struck by lightning.
"Death" was so unrealistic for her… but…
at least the maternal instinct within her told her that her son—should be the person furthest from death among all things in the world.
The sudden news of his death brought immense shock.
"Could it be the puppet clan… causing trouble…?"
The doubts of Gougen Yasai awakened in her heart.
"Why do they keep reporting such terrible news to me…?"
Hadn't Yanshou and the others fulfilled their responsibility to protect him?
In Yoshihiro's quarters, two members of the Koga faction had been sent to protect him.
This was perhaps typical of Tomiko; she never thought things through deeply, but simply believed that things would ultimately succeed.
"This must be Kosho's prank… I don't believe it…"
Tomiko's cheeks were streaked with tears as she turned to her maid, sobbing.
Kosho was a piece of her heart!
And this wasn't just about "motherly love"; with Yoshihiro dead, her position as "female general" would naturally be shaken.
(What should she do…)
A wave of unease and panic washed over her.
She sat there, feeling as if she were sitting on pins and needles, utterly bewildered.
It was as if a hole would suddenly appear in the brocade bedding and the gilded ivory bed, trapping her inside.
In this luxurious palace, with just a single step, everyone from commoners to nobles would bow and scrape before her, kneeling and fawning.
The treasury was overflowing with jewels, silks, gold, silver, and other precious items—the riches and honors that the former shogun's mother, Kita, and the current shogun, deserved, representing her status and power.
Although her relationship with her husband, Yoshimasa, was not harmonious, this family fortune was built by her husband and son.
Moreover, among the court nobles, the Hino family was the most prestigious, enjoying great favor and privilege.
Due to the deep ties between the Hino and Ashikaga families since the third generation of Yoshimitsu, the Hino family had held immense power since Tomiko's childhood, and she knew nothing of poverty.
Moreover, when she was first summoned by Yoshimasa, she undoubtedly harbored the thought, "Entering the gates of a noble family will increase my status a hundredfold."
But now, her happiness and status were about to vanish with a single sentence, "The shogun has died in battle!" How could she not be shocked and panicked?
(What should I do? What if a new power drives me out of the palace?)
The lonely Tomiko was ultimately just a woman, and women should not wield any power.
Having long been sheltered by her husband and son, she was clouded by a false sense of reality, always believing herself to be superior.
However, she never imagined that the terror of losing power would only be felt in middle age.
(If only Xiao Shang hadn't died…)
Fu Zi, suddenly deprived of her support, was like a chrysanthemum without its stem.
No matter how vibrant and beautiful its color, it will eventually wither and fade.
So Tomiko hurried along in the spring sunshine.
She had to get to Higashiyama.
She had to see Yoshimasa immediately.
Now, she could rely on no one but Yoshimasa.
He was her only trump card,
even though he was also the husband she had abandoned.
She had always been arrogant and domineering, often cursing him without holding back.
Especially since she had grown up in a wealthy family where she never lacked food or clothing, she had developed a domineering personality.
In the past, she had often verbally abused Yoshimasa until he was utterly defeated and had nowhere to turn.
In particular, Yoshimasa's indecisive temperament, coupled with his impaired male function, was the cause of her rage.
But now, she had lost her beloved son, and the only way was to meet Yoshimasa again—
she never knew she would take this step.
But there was no other way. So even though her mind was a thousand thoughts, a jumble of emotions, she had to calm down and think about this matter.
Since her son was dead, she could no longer hide the truth.
And today, the news of Yoshihiro's death had probably spread throughout the neighboring countries of Kinki.
The saying "bad news travels fast" is absolutely true.
(Before this news reaches Higashiyama's ears...)
She began to grow anxious!
"Hurry up! Go faster!"
Tomiko's urging voice echoed from inside the oxcart.
"Yes! As you command!"
the old man driving the cart replied timidly, whipping the ox's back even harder.
But the ox ignored Tomiko's anxious emotions, continuing to walk slowly and steadily.
The beautiful spring scenery of the Kamo River could not linger in her eyes at all.
Finally, she saw Higashiyama in the distance.
Yoshimasa was greatly surprised by Tomiko's sudden visit!
He was sitting in his bedroom on the second floor when he saw her and stood up in astonishment.
"You must be surprised!"
Tomiko said.
Both of them had stiff expressions, not even smiling. They used to glare at each other, and had long forgotten what a pleasant expression was.
Tomiko sat on the edge of the door, gazing at the scenery of the courtyard. The nearby Jishoji Temple, also known as Ginkaiji, boasts breathtaking scenery with its forests and springs. The stone-built Shangxian Bridge, in particular, is like a fairyland, but these sights cannot soothe the past conflicts between the two.
Though her eyes are fixed on the courtyard, she is actually filled with guilt.
"It's beautiful! What do you think?"
Yoshimasa deliberately probes her.
"I think this garden of wood and stone is even more captivating than the Flower Palace!"
"Did I hear you right? You didn't come here just to admire the scenery, did you?"
This woman, who had never known humility, is now adopting a submissive posture.
"I was just thinking that we're both getting old, and we should really spend a few more carefree years together!"
"Huh! Why are you speaking so softly? It's not like you at all."
"...No, I was too immature before, but now I think we should comfort each other!"
The wind has completely shifted. And it's a surprising shift. Yoshimasa seems to be slowly waking from a spring slumber.
"I'm already old and frail, how can I go back to the general's house? Hahahaha..."
Was he being sarcastic?
"But, Xiao Shang, he's so young. After returning from Jiangzhou, he'll have someone to discuss everything with.
"
"No need, he can make his own decisions."
"Back then... I already regretted it, and I desperately needed you back!"
"Why?"
"I was afraid that something might happen to Xiao Shang on the battlefield..."
"As a general, he shouldn't..." "
But, what if something happens..."
"Oh! So that's what it is."
Suddenly, as the wind blew, Yoshimasa heard a subtle whisper in his ear.
(—This "what if" has already happened, don't be fooled by this vixen...)
The voice was so familiar, but Yoshimasa couldn't understand it at first.
He had heard this voice before, though it was like a gentle breeze, it had an incredible effect.
If it were another woman, he might not have obeyed immediately.
But if it were Fuko... Now, the voice spoke again.
(I will definitely keep my promise... Come on! Lustful pot!)
Ah! He suddenly remembered.
Due to a strange ninjutsu, the impotent old man actually awoke.
His expression changed.
(My lord! It's me… Come to the second floor, I have something to tell you.)
Yoshimasa suddenly stood up.
"Ah! Where are you going?"
Their conversation was only halfway through.
Tomiko opened her mouth, somewhat puzzled. But Yoshimasa could no longer hear Tomiko's voice, while Tomiko seemed to hear the following words.
"Wait for me, I'll be right back!"
Was that Yoshimasa speaking?
Yoshimasa returned to the second floor and saw an old man beside the lantern window, drinking alone from a sake gourd.
"Ah! You are…"
(Do you remember me?)
It was the old man from the erotic gourd.
Dear readers, you've probably guessed that this man disguised as a white-bearded old man is none other than Kama from the Hachiya. He stood on one leg, drinking fine sake from his gourd. And most importantly, Yoshimasa greatly admired his sorcery. No, it should be said, he deeply yearned for it. Yoshimasa's body could no longer enjoy the pleasure of a woman, so he would exchange anything for even a fleeting moment of ecstasy. He was such a pathetic old man.
"—Do you know why she suddenly came to visit?"
"I'm not quite sure..." Yoshimasa confessed honestly.
"Because the general has died in battle!"
"Ah! What did you say?"
"Yoshiki, he's dead..."
"Ah! Is that true?"
"The ninja of Hachiya never lies."
"So, he really did die in battle..."
"You can soon reclaim the general's power..."
"...Um..."
At this moment, Yoshimasa's eyes revealed the sorrow of a father.
"Can I?"
"You may not be able to, but...she has asked you for help, and you must step in."
"..."
But Yoshimasa did not shed a tear.
"Now is the time for you to reclaim your power as Shogun—that is, your power as husband. She will have no choice but to rely on you and obey you!"
"—What should I do?"
On the gentle ground of Higashiyama, Yoshimasa was nothing more than a walking corpse.
"I will impart wisdom to you!"
Kama took another sip of sake.
"First, you must use a counter-strategy!"
"..." "
Although Tomiko has heard the bad news, she deliberately concealed it from you. Therefore, you should pretend to know nothing."
"Yes..."
"Then, you will reclaim the title of Shogun—the tenth Shogun."
"Can I? And as for Tomiko..."
"My lord, if you want to go back, you must first get past Tomiko, that is, you must subdue her, control her!"
"Subdue her?"
"Yes, treat her as an ordinary woman you can enjoy."
Yoshimasa's face looked tired and dejected; he shook his head.
It was an expression of utter lack of confidence; though only fifty-five years old, he looked like an elderly man in his seventies.
A strange smile appeared on Kama's face.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you a real man!”
“Really?”
“It won’t be easy, but I can do it.”
“As long as you can… I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Remember this, especially when you’re reinstated as general.”
He Ma told him to lie down on the bed. Yoshimasa did as he was told, and He Ma took a handful of powder from a leather bag and sprinkled it between Yoshimasa’s legs. Then, he used a tinderbox to light the flame on his fingertips, and then used his fingertips to burn the powder, bringing it close to his genitals.
It was a stimulating, itchy sensation.
“Don’t touch it with your hands for now…”
After saying that, He Ma’s body disappeared from Yoshimasa’s sight like a gust of wind.
Yoshimasa’s genitals went from itchy to burning, even hot…
“How does it feel? The Puppet Ninja Art ‘Mara-swelling’ is very powerful. Just that female general is definitely no problem…”
Was He Ma calling for Tomiko? Tomiko, pulling her long skirt, went up to the second floor.
The puppet ninja, Hema, kept telling him not to scratch, but the itching didn't last long; next came a stinging pain, which then turned into a burning sensation…
For the eighth Ashikaga shogun, who had lived a life far removed from the chaos and hunger of war, Yoshimasa's body had always been surrounded by wealth and luxury. He had probably never experienced such burning pain before. He was the kind of person who had never even been bothered by mosquitoes. However, during the Muromachi period, the common people were said to be "two lice, three insects," their level of filth and disorder beyond modern imagination. His wife, Tomiko, was even more unrestrained; in modern terms, she might be considered a "shrewish wife
." Nevertheless, the young Tomiko's stunning beauty was undeniable, enough to have been chosen as the shogun's wife.
Poor Yoshimasa, banished from the Forbidden City by his wife, could never return to the Flower Palace. He lived alone in seclusion at the Higashiyama Villa, occasionally recalling Tomiko's voluptuous body… yet he still couldn't overcome his impotence. Strangely enough, his physical impotence did nothing to diminish his intense longing, especially under the midday sun. Images of naked women frequently surfaced in his mind, filling him with alluring dreams…
of a very young body. Fourteen or fifteen-year-old Tomiko, bathed in sunlight, was hotter and more unrestrained than the sun itself…
Perhaps she was born with a proud and strong-willed nature, and coupled with her noble lineage, she had gradually distanced herself from her “impotent” husband, her passion extinguished.
Yet Yoshimasa remained immersed in the sweetness of his fantasy.
Now, having learned of her son's death, she tried to persuade him to “come home and spend the rest of his life together.” And Yi Fang, encouraged by He Ma, was also eager to try, perhaps he could truly reclaim the shogun's position.
Yoshimasa thought of his authority as a husband, his majestic presence as a shogun—
his fifty-five-year-old, obese body suddenly felt inflated.
But that was merely a restoration of physical strength, unrelated to his impotence.
Could the puppet ninja technique "Mara-chū" truly cure his impotence?
The black powder on Yoshimasa's lower body was completely odorless. He acted solely based on a ninja's keen sense of smell.
*
It was extracted from a fragrant wood, a medicinal powder used by Brahmin disciples in ancient times.
The original ingredients were a mixture of several spices, including "Mara-chū wood" and "Hō-ji-dō" grass.
The latter could be found throughout Japan, while the former, fragrant wood, had to be sourced from India. India is also known as Tianzhu, though some say Tibet also has it, but regardless of where it was obtained, it was a difficult import.
No one knew where the puppet ninjas obtained the medicinal materials.
Mara—in Buddhism, it means demon or monster. The Mara path signifies the evil desire realm and path that violates the true path of Buddhism.
The term "Mara" has also been defined in Buddhist scriptures:
—It means disturbance, obstruction, destruction, disturbing the mind and body, obstructing good deeds, destroying auspicious things, hence the name Mara, or simply demon.
In short, "Mara" takes a completely antagonistic stance towards the practice and discipline of monks and laypeople.
In Buddhism, the penis, a primal symbol of male virility, is viewed with a fear akin to that of a demon. The title "Mara" is given for the following reasons: The word "Mara" is also written as "Ma Liang" in common texts.
—"Jade stem" and "Ma Liang" are both informal terms; some say they represent the male genitalia and the female genitalia, but the explanation is unclear…
For monks, it is a terrifying enemy, but for laypeople, it is the only symbol of glory.
The puppet ninjutsu secret technique "Resurrection from Old Age" mentions "Mara Swelling" at the beginning, which is a boon for the impotent. Its effect is precisely the indispensable sense of life's fulfillment, hence the "secret method."
This fragrant wood used to make the powder can be found in common dictionaries—it is
another name for "agarwood." Simply shaving it thin and placing it on the genitals causes swelling in the male genitals, hence the name.
The origins of the swelling are truly ancient…
*
When Yoshimasa obtained the secret method of the puppet, his long-withered lower body suddenly swelled up. Kama used a secret voice to summon Tomiko to the third floor.
Tomiko, thinking she was summoned, gracefully swayed her hips as she walked up.
This was the first time Tomiko had stood on the second floor—now the Ginkaku-ji Temple.
However, the clever Kama had already implanted the worm of desire within her.
The woman of the past, shrouded in power and fame, had vanished, replaced by a woman with flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, and an alluring, bewitching charm.
She slowly approached Yoshimasa's bedside.
Her throat was parched with lust, her red lips moist, exhaling hot breath.
“Ah! My dear…”
Yoshimasa's vitality had awakened; he regained the vigor and strength of his youth.
The woman's now vibrant red appearance only fueled the fire within him.
“Come here!”
Yoshimasa's voice trembled.
“You’re so beautiful—no wonder people call your residence the Flower Palace, you are indeed more beautiful than flowers.”
The restored Yoshimasa was completely lost in ecstasy.
Tomiko’s voluptuous body finally pressed against his strong chest.
Their desires burned, unable to be restrained any longer…
Long-suppressed sensuality finally erupted beneath her fragrant lips.
For years, he hadn’t experienced the pleasure of Tomiko’s body.
Now his dream had come true; wasn’t she lying right there in his bed?
Their limbs were tightly intertwined, unleashing the demons within their flesh.
This was a moment of intoxicating climax.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, the woman began to weep, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
Yoshimasa’s mind was only on one thought—(I must conquer her! Conquer her!)
He remained erect.
Tomiko’s performance was so intense; perhaps for her, it was the best way to expel the lustful insects of the puppet ninja.
Tomiko's body swayed and trembled like waves, and Yoshimasa began to realize the long-held joy he felt—
(I will reclaim the position of the Tenth Shogun—)—
a warm surge of energy within his vigorous male body.
Mara-zumi was specifically for treating "impotence," and the other ingredients—Hypericum sarmentosum—were actually Epimedium—also known as "fierce herb" or "fierce grass" in Chinese. Kama must have added this to the powder as well.
Yoshimasa's surging fighting spirit was the revival of primal male vitality.
He put Tomiko in a state of frenzied ecstasy, making her forget that she was a fifty-five-year-old man.
He felt no fatigue.
She seemed immersed in the stimulation of sex,
fully absorbing the essence of life from Tomiko's body.
Tomiko was already wet, gently caressing her husband's hand.
"—I never knew you were so strong—" she whispered.
"Don't be sad."
"..."
"You know about Yoshihiro and Kosho?"
"Kosho?"
"I already knew."
"Ah?"
"It doesn't matter. Dying on the battlefield is the nature of a warrior."
"Ah! What did you say? What? You actually..."
"Why would I know the truth? Hahaha! I am such a clever person. If Kosho hadn't died in battle, why would you be discussing the future with me?"
"Yes, yes..." "
Since the Ninth General is dead, I am the only one who can succeed him as the Tenth General."
"Ah! You don't mean to..."
"Of course you can. The whole country doesn't know about Kosho yet, right? We'll announce it to the world at dawn!"
"But we still need to transport Kosho's remains back first, and we need to prepare for the funeral..."
"Just announce it to the world as usual, saying that the General died of illness. The succession ceremony will be planned by the Regent Ichijo and the Grand Minister of the Imperial Guard..."
He held Tomiko and spoke clearly.
He showed no signs of aging inside Tomiko. Tomiko clenched her teeth, her plump buttocks writhing. For this fully mature woman, it was still too much of a shock.
Large beads of sweat appeared on Tomiko's forehead as she struggled to support her exhausted limbs. Her ears and eyes could no longer perceive her surroundings. She was as supple as molten steel, trembling wildly on the bed.
Now, Tomiko abandoned the empty title of heroine and, beside her so-called husband, became a true woman, enjoying his company.
At this moment—
she first saw Yoshimasa's face burning with ambition.
His voice was so clear, his body so passionate and strong—Tomiko tasted the feeling of being conquered for the first time.
And because of this, she felt the gentle virtues of being a woman.
Tomiko forgot her nature—she enjoyed being a woman as if possessed—
her body, like a white snake, tightly coiled around Yoshimasa—Kama, lurking in the courtyard, witnessed all this, a complex light shining in his eyes…
Rokkaku Takayori's night raid, outnumbered but overwhelmingly defeating the shogun, was an unprecedented victory. However, after a long campaign, coupled with the dispersion of a small force, they were unable to successfully capture Kōnosato.
News of Yoshihiro's death spread throughout the army, and that night—
"The general is dead!" Amidst the shouts, the soldiers, like mice squealing in a raging storm, displayed utter disarray. Soon, the forces in Kyoto strengthened again.
"The night raid ends here."
Rokkaku sheathed his blades, appearing somewhat hesitant.
Takara began to sound the retreat horn.
"I have won! I have won!"
He roared to the sky, turning his horse and riding away.
His mount, its belly, legs, and tail stained with blood, its reeds resembling the red horse in Luo Binwang's poem.
This was the first time Takara had ridden this chestnut-haired horse into battle. He controlled it only with his waist and legs, his hands gripping the large naginata, slaughtering like slicing taro!
This divine steed was a trophy he had seized from the stables of Kōnosato.
Previously, it might have been Yoshihiro's beloved horse, a fine steed around two years old.
"I've won! I've won!"
Gao Lai, covered in blood, led his soldiers, who had gradually gathered at the command of the bugle, and the pursuing reinforcements, fighting as they retreated.
"We've won! We've triumphed!"
"We've won! We've won!"
The entire army shouted in unison. Even the wounded, covered in blood, supported their comrades' shoulders and echoed the cry.
What a joyful retreat! They had never tasted such a joyful feeling.
This retreat was the final battle of the general's expeditionary campaign in three years, and Rokkaku was certain that he could escape unscathed.
"Damn it! Don't let them get away! Slaughter them to the last man!"
The young general Hosokawa Masamoto and the veteran general Toyama Masanaga were determined to launch a fierce attack, but no matter what, the victorious army had no reason to retreat.
Although Rokkaku's forces retreated, they suddenly became filled with murderous intent, employing a lightning-fast tactic called "Turning Back to Advance," using retreat as a means of advance to deal with the pursuing enemy.
The battlefield under the waning moon was a scene of bloodshed, while the Hexagonal army was as beautiful as the moon over Omi.
The Hexagonal forces had indeed won.
By midnight, the general's army had suffered over 20,000 casualties.
Of the general's 60,000 troops, more than a third had been lost.
Throughout history, the fates of expeditionary forces have varied.
In ancient times, there was the Mongol army of Koan; in modern times, there was Napoleon's Russian expedition; and in World War II, Germany, ambitious and aggressive, finally tasted the bitter bitterness of defeat.
Furthermore, the ōnin War brought twenty years of turmoil to the land. In the third year of Chōkyō (August 21st, the era name was changed to Teitoku), the Ashikaga shogun was defeated, but other countries remained unscathed.
Shogun Seii Taishogun, having received an imperial edict from Emperor Shimikado, departed from Yamashiro and arrived in Omi and Kamado.
The shogun's authority failed to reach the borderlands, a failure indeed attributed to the past Ashikaga shoguns, and a tragedy for Yoshihiro, who met a gruesome end in battle.
To put it cruelly, his tragic fate was sealed the moment he became the son of Yoshimasa and Tomiko.
However, the truly tragic figures were their leaders, Hosokawa Masamoto and Toyama Masanaga.
Their authority stemmed from the shogun's power.
After the defeat, the once-powerful leaders were reduced to utterly defeated.
(Perhaps they could no longer suppress the five provinces of the Kinai region.)
Their faces clearly showed their despair.
"Let us wage war in mourning for the shogun!" suggested Shiki Nariyori, seeing the morale utterly low. After
the shogun's death, fear gripped the army, and defeat was swift and devastating. Every soldier feared for their life, clinging to life in fear of death.
Perhaps it was the sudden loss of their leader that caused this!
(Who will ascend the throne and become the next shogun?)
This anxious feeling among ministers is universal throughout history.
Three days later, Yoshihiro's remains, placed in a white wooden frame, were transported to the capital.
The more than 30,000 troops following behind formed a long procession through the streets.
This procession was undoubtedly the defeated army from the expedition. The old ministers, exhausted from the pursuit of Rokkaku Takayori, now idly and wearily supported the shogun's coffin, walking westward.
This procession climbed the slopes of Otsu and Osaka, resembling a flock of pelicans on a giant treetop.
"—Why is there such a commotion?"
The rough voice belonged to Kama.
"This wind… it's the tide wind. A noisy lake wind…"
"They've tasted this for the first time in thirty years!"
"Hahaha, just a little more effort, and they'll vanish!"
It was dusk in March of the third year of Chōkyō's reign, the flower season ending, summer beginning. In the misty rain, Yoshihiro's coffin slowly moved up the hillside.

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