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✒️ “What’s a child doing out here?”

Alexander paused, unsure of what to do. The enemy was firing on them, and if there was a child in the line of fire, someone had to get him away safely. He called to his comrades that he needed cover, and he broke from the group, praying that he wouldn’t be hit by a stray bullet. Before he knew what he was doing, he scooped up the child and ducked behind a building, sitting him back down on the ground.

He took a moment to catch his breath and looked to the child. There was something strange about him, but Alexander couldn’t put his finger on what it was. Kneeling down, he put his hand on the little one’s shoulder.

✒️ “Are you all right? You aren’t hurt, are you?”

He fussed over the child for a moment, looking him over for wounds. So far, there weren’t any, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.

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@oshuuhitto (@sengokuspirits)

"Oh jeez..."

He pressed the bloodied cloth firmly against the cut on his forehead, ambling along the road, rice patties on either side. His aim the modest castle that he'd seen when he'd first arrived here, although slipping off a cliff hadn't been in his plans at all. Retreating from the battlefield hadn't been in the plans either, and neither had been getting separated from the rest of his team in the following confusion.

Mitsutada could tell he was still trapped in the past, but the question was where, in both location and history, he'd ended up.

One of those questions was answered by the sight of familiar blue and gold flags crowning the castle fortification, causing his heart to lurch in a sickening mix of longing and excitement. He was in Date territory... Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought, pace quickening. Who was the head of the clan at this point? Would he, with his battered and battle weary appearance, even be accepted or would he be turned away? He had no time to rethink his strategy before he was already at the heavy doors, had already knocked and called out for aid.

"Is anyone here?? Please, I mean no harm, I've lost my way and could use some help. Hello?"

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Masamune hated to be a burden, especially to the Great Spirit. He constantly wished that he would find a way to get over the heartache that plagued him. His need for comfort overcame his guise of independence, though. His weakness was a memory, one that few had the pleasure of holding in their hearts. He didn’t know whether he should be one of the lucky ones, for he hadn’t done much to earn it.

The young lord sat across from the spirit, not meeting his gaze. He felt much like a child again, balling his hands into fists in his lap and staring downward. He always felt like a child when he was like this.