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odatodeath:
Nobunaga’s own gaze flickered once between Mitsuhide’s stare and his injury. Was it a fixation on the gore, or was it being too cowardly to meet the other man’s scrutiny?
His hands tightened in the bloodstained cloth, squeezing the excess blood in them out. It clung to his skin, Mitsuhide’s blood. He wondered if he’d be able to wash it off.
“Akechi-dono, you will finish the job here.” His voice was vacant and flat, devoid of the shock in his last question. He pulled his body back like he was going to move away, but the cloths seemingly stuck to his hands. They shook with hidden rage and sorrow, a pitiful sight. “– Unless you were planning on bleeding-out on my floors?”
He was dodging the question because he didn’t know why he was angry. Rationally, he knew he should be remorseful, or sad, or desperate, but he couldn’t find it in himself to show any of those emotions.
“Of course.” Mitsuhide was calm now. “Will you permit me to redo the bandages? I wouldn’t want to make too much of a mess.”
Since Nobunaga seemingly couldn’t let go of the bandages, Mitsuhide took his silk sash and used that to wrap up his wound once again, then he put his dagger on the floor in front of him and tried to rearrange his clothes to at least look somewhat respectable after Nobunaga ripped them open. It took all his strength to keep his composure.
“All I ask is that you consider what I said. You deserve to live and see your goal realized. Do not antagonize your own allies, my lord. You cannot do it all alone.”
He knew Nobunaga was stubborn, but he hoped he would at least realize this.
tsushima-no-onryo:
“It’s too late for regrets now,” Jin said. “What’s done is done. And I’ll have to live with what happened to you and the fate you’ve chosen.”
He didn’t have to be happy about it, but he would try to not question Mitsuhide’s decision. It was just one more addition to the load of unhappiness that Jin felt that he had to bear.
The funeral was quiet. Most soldiers were on the castle walls, ready for the enemy’s arrival. Samanosuke, Mitsuyoshi and a few of their closest vassals were present.
It didn’t take long. Mitsuhide watched his body disappear into the lake and somehow it felt right. He always loved this view. It would be a fine resting place, and his enemies would never find his head. Monkey would have to do without, or find some poor bastard who looked a bit like him.
tsushima-no-onryo:
Jin had heard of Tuberculosis. It was a wasting disease, and if the doctor didn’t have any faith that Mitsuhide could recover, Jin had even less.
“Damn you, Mitsuhide,” he swore under his breath. If he hadn’t been so stubborn, if he hadn’t been afraid to ask for help sooner, perhaps all of this could be avoided. And now it was probably too late.
Jin wasn’t sure he agreed with the doctor. He knew if he were sick, he’d want to know with what. Not that it would stop him from trying to fight through the sickness. But he was made of sturdier stuff than his friend. Mitsuhide might allow himself to be scared into getting some rest. Then he might stand a chance at overcoming these things.
“Thank you, Sensei,” Jin said with a bow. “Is there anything I can do for him? Any medicine? Should I try to take him to the mountains, or should he stay here?”
“I will bring medicine” the doctor said. “And yes, the mountain air might be some help. If you can, take him there once it’s spring. Edo is too humid and it just makes things worse.”
Sadly, this disease was not uncommon. The doctor knew that more arid places were beneficial.
“Take good care of him, Sakai-san. I will be back tomorrow.”
The doctor left.
Mitsuhide waited in the room. He was cold, despite being nestled into blankets, and he was scared.
odatodeath:
That line sounded all-too-familiar, and with a creeping sense of dread, Nobunaga’s guess as to what happened to Mitsuhide was confirmed. He’d cut his own stomach open, hadn’t he?
He’d killed himself to send Nobunaga a message, was that right?
With all the air in his lungs, a laugh burst out of the lord of the Oda, filling the room. Everyone within earshot of the conversation was getting an inside look of the confusing whirlwind that was Nobunaga’s emotion. If he were alone, he would’ve dug his fingers into the skin of his face and rubbed until the shock went away.
It was just that he wasn’t alone this time. Unlike the man who’d raised Nobunaga from birth, Mitsuhide hadn’t left a note– he’d come to him directly.
In Mitsuhide’s state, he wouldn’t have had time to comprehend how quickly his lord was making the return trip to him until he felt his desperate, power-hungry hands on him. On his robes, tearing all layers of them open without hesitating for long enough to Mitsuhide to cower away.
Sticky blood clung to a bandage around Mitsuhide’s center, covering Nobunaga’s hands when he just-as-fervently began loosening the cloth strips to reveal the open wound. He was silent now, his face twisted in an odd, unreadable emotion. He resembled a dragon or tiger, with a look of dominance while at the same time dealing with things beyond his control.
If Nobunaga were any worse-off, he’d touch the wound itself. Instead, he stared incredulously.
“You’re leaving me?” The question was never meant to leave his mouth, but it perfectly summed-up the hopelessness clouding Nobunaga’s mind. He didn’t like being out-of-control, the only thing stronger than him was death and he’d still acted like he’d triumphed over that, and willed it to do his bidding. But others could use it just as effectively, and he’d lost sight of that.
Nobunaga’s reaction left him baffled. Would he ever understand the wild mood swings of this man? Why was he laughing? Mitsuhide didn’t know about Hirate Masahide. He met Nobunaga long after, and the lord never brought it up. Neither did his old vassals, they probably knew it was a painful subject, and it was never wise to anger Nobunaga.
And then his lord was desperately tearing open his clothes.
He tried to make a move to stop him from taking off the bandages, but he was too weak. The cut was deep and fresh blood gushed forward now that the wraps were removed. He had made sure to do it properly. He was beyond saving and they both knew that.
“Are you angry because I didn’t ask for your permission?” he asked, looking into Nobunaga’s eyes.
odatodeath:
The news wasn’t that surprising, and yet, when Mitsuhide confirmed it, Nobunaga let a rush of emotions through the barriers he’d put up and it all boiled-over into rage. A quiet rage at first as he processed it, and then, after a terse look at the man below him, a much more obvious rage.
He wouldn’t hit Mitsuhide, but he pulled the fan from his belt as if he would, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: “Why!?”
The lord wasn’t asking any divine beings why they were taking Mitsuhide from him, he was asking the dying man himself: “what are you dying from, and how do you know it?”
And, hidden even further between the lines, he was asking why Mitsuhide would notice he was dying and make the effort to see Nobunaga and tell him this rather than living out his final moments in peace.
Idiot! Nobunaga thought.
He was so conflicted by his upset that he wouldn’t even realise how badly he’d wanted to treat Mitsuhide kindly now until after Mitsuhide left him– permanently or otherwise.
Instead, he smacked his fan into the palm of his hand and turned stormily on his heel, pacing to the front of the room with his back turned on the general, awaiting an answer in stormy agitation.
Nobunaga was angry, and he wasn’t surprised. But, for the first time ever, he realized he wasn’t afraid of him anymore. Nobunaga could be loud and over-the-top, but a lot of it felt like an act.
“Because nothing else would make you listen. I’m not sure even this will.” He gasped. “I can’t take your cruelty any longer. The alternative would have been killing you... and I couldn’t do that.”
He had a hard time to keep his position. He was losing strength fast, and a small trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
“The country needs you. I don’t want to plunge it into chaos again.”
So, I think I’m understanding the symbolism of the tree and Mitsuhide hacking at it with an axe.
It seems the writers are going to go with the “Nobunaga is getting out of control” theory to make Honnoji happen in this story. There’s already a handful of people telling Mitsuhide that Nobunaga is not to be trusted anymore. Just recently, Murashige Araki turned on him, and you have idiots like Hideyoshi getting offended and still riding the Nobunaga hype train. Then there’s Mitsuhide, who quietly takes everything in trying to judge what the best course of action is. Of course, it doesn’t help when Nobunaga slaps the shit out of him with a folding fan. I’m pretty sure this isn’t quite the straw that broke the camel’s back, but it’s enough to get Mitsuhide to realize that he can no longer get through to Nobunaga.
Koma has never been my favorite, but in this scene, she mentions the Kirin to Mitsuhide. As we all know by now, when peace is achieved, the Kirin will come. Judging from the previews, too, Mitsuhide is going to begin to think that perhaps it’s time to make the Kirin appear. So, if the tree represents Nobunaga, then the only way to kill it is to cut it down.
Mitsuhide even goes to see Kichō in regards to her father’s will. Saito Dōsan entrusted Mitsuhide to build a great land with Nobunaga, but it’s apparent that will no longer happen (as we get numerous flashbacks of Mitsuhide and Nobunaga together). Mitsuhide is realizing a future with Nobunaga where peace prospers is no longer possible. If Nobunaga is a treat to Mitsuhide’s peace, then it’s up to Mitsuhide to elimate him.
With only three episodes left, the love story between Mitsuhide and Nobunaga is soon to come to an end.
this will hurt won’t it
poor Mitsuhide... he will probably cry at Honnoji
Don’t ask your friend to draw you the Sengoku Lords. -_-
I’m deceased... tiny Mitsuhide with torch :D
Kirin picspam episode 36
he’s dressed all fancy
“‘omg Emperor-senpai spoke to me”
he may have just found a new idol
and now he has to deal with the Hisahide Problem yet again
tfw Nobu’s vassals need you to tell him how it is
Yoshiaki wants to Fight and Mitsu is like nooo that’s not you
he’s so pretty
soft
awww
too cute
they are just adorable
Mitsu is like fuck the shogun’s order I’m not leaving my family as hostages
tfw your lord is fighting your boyfriend and you’re caught in the middle
even Fujihide noticed Nobunaga is simping for the Emperor
poor Mitsu
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AAAAAAHHHH THE HONNŌJI INCIDENT!!!
This preview floored me! Omg, the ending is slowly creeping upon us. What will be Mitsuhide’s breaking point? What will drive him to turn against Nobunaga? The man whom he was supposed to build a great country with.
It looks like Nobunaga takes an arrow to the shoulder, but he doesn’t look like he’s breaking a sweat. I hope his scenes do not disappoint. I want to see some damn action like in the movies.
I can’t wait!
odatodeath:
He would finally see a reaction settle into the intense face of Nobunaga’s, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing the more Mitsuhide chastised him. He couldn’t stay still any longer when his sister was mentioned, and he pushed himself up to his feet and walked forward like he’d done so many times before to hit the head of the Akechi.
Only this time he didn’t. Something was already bothering the man beyond his mental anguish– he was physically unwell, too. Looking at him in this state, even without knowing what it truly was, kept Nobunaga from lashing-out. He had that much tact, at least. He wasn’t truly a demon…
What’d been said clearly struck a nerve in him, though. His voice raised just slightly above the collected tone he’d been using moments before. “Do you think I haven’t considered this?”
The confusion regarding Mitsuhide’s condition, and his unrelenting loyalty, and now every little thing Nobunaga worried about on his own time being brought to the frontlines was making him stressed, and agitated. By all means, he should have hit the man practically grovelling below him.
Instead, he shouted at him.
“What’s wrong with you!? Are you hurt, Hyuga-no-kami?”
He expected Nobunaga to be angry, especially for bringing up Oichi. He even expected to be hit.
At least his words have gotten through to him. If he could make him think, maybe it was already worth it. He was trying to save this stubborn, prideful man.
He was a bit surprised when Nobunaga didn’t attack him.
Then Nobunaga shouted at him. He must have noticed his condition. Of course he did. The lord has been nothing if not observant, and Mitsuhide really couldn’t conceal the excruciating pain that well. Blood was already soaking through his robes - even on the dark blue outer layer, it would soon be noticeable. He had bandaged up his wound with white sarashi wraps, and it was the only thing that kept him from bleeding out faster. But he had done a thorough job.
He looked up, his calm and determined gaze meeting Nobunaga’s.
“I’m dying.”
tsushima-no-onryo:
“Of course,” Jin said, bowing to the doctor.
He slid the door open, leaving the room first and beckoning the doctor to follow him down the hall.
“How bad is it?” he asked in a low voice as he led him away from the room where Mitsuhide lay listening. “He won’t tell me.”
The doctor sighed.
“Tuberculosis” he said. “I will be honest with you. There isn’t much hope...”
Occasionally, a few people recovered from this, but with Mitsuhide’s already weak constitution, it was unlikely. He felt really bad for the young man.
“I don’t think he realizes how bad it is. Perhaps it’s best not to tell him.”
tsushima-no-onryo:
In that moment, Jin felt shame. Between the two of them, Mitsuhide was the only one entitled to feel fear at having to watch the procession. But Jin felt it instead, a mixture of guilt and cowardliness making him feel worse than he already did. And as if on cue, a peal of thunder rumbled through the sky and the clouds began to darken.
“I’ll watch with you,” he said stoically. “I won’t make you watch it alone.”
Mitsuhide pulled him into a hug.
“Thank you, Jin.”
He could sense the boy’s uneasiness.
“It’s not your fault that I died. Maybe it was fate. Even if that bandit hasn’t gotten me... I would have had only one option left after such a defeat.”
tsushima-no-onryo:
Jin busied himself patrolling the castle until the funeral arrangements were ready. Then, he joined Mitsuhide by the window.
“Are you sure you want to watch?” Jin asked. “Even from here? It may be painful. We could go out in the woods until its over. Stay away from all this extra sadness.”
“It’s alright, Jin... you don’t have to watch” Mitsuhide said gently. “But I want to make sure the enemy won’t find my remains. We could go out afterwards and look for troop movements. They will be here soon. Spying will certainly be easier in this form.”
It was a strange feeling to watch his own funeral. He never thought this could happen.
tsushima-no-onryo:
“He’s always pale,” Jin replied. “Or else i would have noticed it sooner.”
Although he was kicking himself for not noticing it anyway. Mitsuhide had tried to hide his sickness and it was killing Jin that the subterfuge had worked.
Jin quietly led the doctor to their shared rooms, feeling anxiety eating up at his stomach. He silently let the doctor in, standing against the wall as he examined Mitsu, arms crossed inside the sleeves of his kimono.
“Don’t worry, Sensei,” Jin said to the doctor. “I’m going to be keeping a close eye on him from now on. This won’t happen again.”
The doctor made a thorough examination and questioned Mitsuhide on his symptoms. When he heard that Asakura Yoshikage made the poor boy wait around in the snow for hours, he was appalled. What kind of irresponsible monster treats his men like that?
“Alright, I will make you medicine and bring it over tomorrow” he said and he helped Mitsuhide get his kimono back on. “Don’t go outside in this cold. You need a lot of rest, and you need to eat well. No fighting either. Preserve your energy.”
Mitsuhide nodded. He expected that.
“Take good care of him, Sakai-san. I will be back tomorrow morning.”
The doctor tried not to show how deeply concerned he was, but Mitsuhide noticed anyway.
“Could I borrow a lantern for the way home?” The doctor asked Jin. “I forgot to bring mine.”
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hooo boy it’s going down soon
tragedestined:
❛❛ Okay, thanks ! I need to get to Sawayama Castle —– Ishida Mitsunari’s castle ! ‘Cuz, y’see, Mitsunari-sama’s my boss —– the coolest boss in the world ! —– and he ordered me to travel there. It’s serious business ! If I don’t get there soon, he’s gonna be pissed. Heck, as long as I’ve been gone, heads might already be rollin’… ❜❜ Sakon’s grin melted into a frown ——– if he was unlucky, his head would roll, too. But he didn’t want to scare the stranger, so he quickly put a smile back on his face.
❛❛ So, uh…anyhow ! I’d be super-grateful if you could get me there. Like, for real ! ❜❜
That confused Mitsuhide. Sawayama had been handled by various people since the lord conquered it, but the only Ishida he knew - in passing - was a page of Hideyoshi. As far as he remembered, his family indeed came from this region, but they weren’t castle lords.
“I can, but the only Ishida I know is a page, in the retinue of Hashiba Hideyoshi-dono. If it’s him you are looking for, he’s probably with him.”
He tried to recall what he knew about the boy. Hideyoshi often praised his intelligence. Since he didn’t have children of his own, him and Lady Nene took in several foster children. Mitsuhide remembered that Hideyoshi told him about young Ishida a few years ago, when he met him at a temple and took him into his service. The boy must have been... almost twenty by now? Certainly no lord yet.
