#Ieyasu

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Ikesen Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 4

Thank you again to @otomedad for this fantastic idea ^_^ This one has Mitsuhide, Keiji, and Ieyasu! Approx. 2600 words of tattoo and MC appreciation!

Mitsuhide

Mitsuhide’s smile was infuriating. You wipe the sweat from your forehead and stretch your aching muscles. After five hours of practice, you were tired, your hair was a tangled mess, and your clothes looked even worse. And Akechi was just standing there, grinning, not a single hair out of place.  

“That was much better, little mouse. Almost passable.” His grin widens. “In another week or two, you might be able to fend off, say, a small rabbit? Perhaps a squirrel?”

You throw a sweat-damp rag at him, which he dodges easily. 

Mitsuhide’s eyebrows arch. “What’s this? Another match? I could never deny my little one.” 

“W-wai-ahhhh!” You hold up a hand to stop him, only for him to grab your hand and send you up and over his shoulder. He holds you there, your head flopping against his upper back, legs kicking uselessly in the air.

“Hmm. I think you’ve lost this round. You don’t seem to be able to get down.”

You seriously consider biting him, but there’s no easy spot to clamp down on. Besides, he’d probably just - 

“If you bite me, I will return the favor.” You hear the laughter in his voice, and feel his breath on your leg.

“Put me down!” 

Mitsuhide does laugh then, a low, wicked chuckle that sends feelings skittering through your frayed nerve endings. “I don’t think I want to, though. You’ll have to convince me.”

You struggle some more, trying to grab hold of him so you can leverage your grip to wriggle out of his. It’s impossible not to be aware of the flex of his muscle, covered by thin linen. The way he holds you, gentle, but implacable. Your pulse is racing and your face is red from more than exertion. I’m just embarrassed, you think, knowing that’s not quite true. 

With some effort, you manage to grasp his clothes firmly enough to pull yourself down, but you feel the loose folds of your hakama slide away from your hips as you do. You freeze, held by the terrible image of Mitsuhide carrying a pantless you, your rear in the air, legs kicking. 

“It seems my little mouse has only further ensnared herself.”   

The low, smooth tone of his voice sends a little shiver over the newly bare skin of your hip, and you fancy that you can feel his hair tickling that sensitive spot. “You - I - this - this is your fault!” It’s hard to think, and you wonder if he’s distracting you on purpose. Teasing, as always.

Mitsuhide chuckles, the laugh more something you can feel than hear. “But however will you escape? Perhaps you could persuade -” He pauses, holding very still.

“Ummm. Pretty please? Put me down?” You stop squirming, hopeful this means he’s done with his current game.

Instead, he shifts his grip on you, and you feel a cool, calloused finger drag against your hip. 

The unexpected touch, featherlight, sends a jolt of heat through you, and you bite back a pleased sigh. There is no way you’re letting Akechi get to you. Nope. No. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing his taunting touch got to you this time. “Mitsuhide -”

“You have been marked. What is this, my naughty little mouse?” 

For a moment, you have no idea what he means and then you realize. He must have glimpsed your tattoo. Your face, already hot, grows hotter still. This was something you hoped to keep to yourself. Especially given . . .

You feel his fingers catch the waist of your hakama and pull it a little further down. “Wait! Stop!”

Mitsuhide pauses, though now you can feel the cool air and his warm breath teasing your low hip. “This is no irezumi kei.” His voice has changed, the teasing replaced by strained curiosity.

“I told you I’m from the future. People have all kinds of tattoos there.” You hope he hasn’t realized what the design is. Please, please, you think, if there is any goodness in the world, he won’t see enough to -

“Little one. This is a -” His voice is so low you don’t catch the end of his sentence. 

You let out a breath, realizing there’s no escaping it now. “Look. I got that a long time ago. It was supposed to be the first part of a full leg sleeve.”

He sets you down gently, his hands lingering at your sides. His eyes are molten gold, and you find it hard to look away. “May I see it?”

 It is tempting to tell him no. To return some of the frustration you feel with his obtuse answers, his hot and cold behavior. But you find that you want to show him. Afterall, who else would appreciate this particular design more? You carefully tug your hakama down to display your hip and upper thigh. There, etched in bright colors is a nine-tail fox. The kitsune leaps from cloud a cloud toward a flower that looks like a cloud - or perhaps it’s a cloud that looks like a flower - and below that, the first hint of a river that was meant to tie the leg sleeve together. 

Mitsuhide’s smile widens and he kneels to get a closer look. 

“Go ahead,” you sigh. “Say what you’re going to say.”

His breath is warm against your skin as he leans close, his hand not quite touching. He stares into the soulful eyes of the inked kitsune, one fox to another, as if it might hold answers for him. When he looks up at you, your heart stutters in your chest. “You somehow manage to surprise me still, little one.” 

You aren’t sure what to say, and honestly, you feel as if you can barely breathe much less speak. It’s not just Mitsuhide’s closeness, or even your vulnerability in this position. It is the expression that haunts his eyes, a flicker of something hopeful, something raw beneath his usual smiling mask. 

“Why did you choose this? This . . . unworthy trickster?” His voice is almost inaudible, as if he too is having trouble breathing.

“Unworthy?” Your eyes go wide. “Kitsune are wise. Tricksters, yeah, but that just means they didn’t lose their sense of humor. They are noble and cunning and they pursue knowledge, even when it’s forbidden, and - and I wanted to be all those things too.” You fall silent, wondering why his comment upset you so much.

Mitsuhide stares at you, his brows arched high, his lips parted. Then he laughs, a paper thin, breathy sound that rises to a low chuckle. “Truly you are something . . . else.” He stands gracefully, his gaze still on your face.

“You too,” you mutter and turn away, busying your hands with fixing your clothes. It isn’t fair how he always tangles your feelings, you think. Looking at you like that, his voice, his eyes, his touch.

“Your tattoo is lovely. As lovely as you are.” He brushes a hand down your arm, a tender gesture. 

You freeze, butterflies filling your chest. His compliment means so much to you, but you don’t know what to say in return. Your throat feels parched and tight. After a shaky breath, you look up, determined to ask him why he teases you so, but he is already moving away, his back to you, the moment gone.  

Keiji

“Sometimes I don’t know why I bother,” you murmur to yourself. The subject and cause of your annoyance crouches a few steps away, all but ignoring you, his gaze turned toward the street just beyond the mouth of this narrow alley. You think you might prefer his silence to his commentary. 

He turns his head slightly to regard you, and you have the uncanny sense that he heard your whispered complaint. Chagrined, you offer him an apologetic smile, which earns you an eyeroll and a smirk. 

You do your best to ignore his reaction, but you can’t help the flush of embarrassment in your cheeks, or the way his regard makes your pulse pound.

A few short minutes later, he gestures you forward as he steps out into the clear street ahead. You follow, a nervous energy in your steps. In fact, you are so nervous that your feet tangle mid-step. 

Keiji catches you before you hit the ground, his warm arms pulling you up in an unexpected embrace. “Careful,” he admonishes you sharply, but you see the genuine concern in his gaze.

“Thanks.” You pull away, self conscious and even more embarrassed now. At this rate, Keiji will never ask you along to anymore of his clandestine missions. You try not to meet his gaze again as you straighten your clothes.

He reaches out, grabbing your hand before you manage to tug your sleeve back into place. “Is that - are you - princess . . .” The sharpness in his tone melts into surprise as he pulls your sleeve back up. 

“Ehehe, umm . . . it’s a tattoo?” The inked lines of three noh masks stare back at the two of you. “I did costuming for theater and I, I liked these designs.” You end on a defiant note, practically daring Keiji to say something snarky.

Surprisingly, he says nothing, just strokes your marked skin with the rough pad of his thumb. The touch sends a pleasant shiver through you, which you hope he doesn’t notice. 

“So . . . can I have my arm back,” you venture after a few awkward moments. 

Keiji nods, but doesn’t let go of you. “Do you know what these mean?” His voice sounds distant, soft and surprisingly tender. 

You nod. “I . . . yes.” Your gaze follows his thumb to the three faces. I got Zō because I feel like she represents the best in women. Divinity and beauty. Wisdom. And then, Namanari because hell hath no fury, right? Holding onto anger makes me a demon. So she’s kind of a warning for me to let it go, but also, like, a reminder that it’s ok to be angry too.”

“And Rōjo?” He looks up, his warm amber eyes meeting yours. 

“To remind me that getting older is ok too.” You shrug uncomfortably, feeling oddly exposed by the confession. 

Keiji studies you, tension in his shoulders and jaw. “It’s nice. Your tattoo.”

Your eyes widen a little at the compliment. “You know you don’t have to fake things around me,” you tell him, half hoping he means it and half sure he doesn’t.

“I said I like it, ok? It’s pretty.” He frowns, a little crease forming between his eyebrows.

For some reason, the all too familiar expression of disapproval combined with the kind words sends little butterflies spinning through your tummy, and makes your heart do a funny little flip in your chest. He has no right to look so cute, you think. Or to say such nice things while his thumb makes little circles on the inner side of your arm. “Th-thanks.”

One eyebrow lifts slightly along with the corners of his lips. “You’re blushing.”

You jerk your arm away, trying to get ahold of your galloping heart. “I am not!” 

He laughs, a sound free of nega-Keiji’s bitterness, one full of a sudden, intoxicating joy. 

This does nothing to help you rein in your reaction, but you find yourself joining in the laughter with him. “Come on, let’s just go meet your contacts,” you say through your giggles. 

“Yeah. That’s right.” He smiles and you feel another flush of heat in your cheeks. One that only grows as he reaches for your hand.

Ieyasu

“Hold still.” Ieyasu’s crisp tone brooks no disobedience. 

You stop squirming and take a deep breath. “Sorry,” you mumble. “It just hurts.”

A faint smile curls the edges of his mouth. “Yes, well, tumbling down a gravel path usually does. You should be more careful. At this rate, I’ll have to accompany you everywhere just to ensure you don’t hurt yourself.”

You feel a goofy happiness at the gentle expression on his face as he says it, though his tone stays sharp. “I’m not that clumsy,” you argue. “I don’t need babysitting.” 

“The evidence leaves that very much in doubt.” Ieyasu tugs your kimono aside, revealing your hip and thigh. There is an angry red patch of skin where the gravel scraped you badly, and his eyes flick over the wound with concern. Then his gaze travels up and you notice his brows rise. 

“What? What is it?” You start to move again and stop as he rests a hand on you. 

Ieyasu frowns, his fingertip tapping just above your injury. “You have a mark. Like a painting but -” He drags his finger over the ink of your tattoo. 

“Oh, that.” You laugh self-consciously. You hadn’t been thinking about the tattoo at all - especially not after your spectacularly embarrassing accident that morning. Tripping over a rock and sliding halfway down a gravel and sand path while out walking with Hideyoshi. And to make matters worse, he’d insisted on carrying you to see Ieyasu for treatment. Thankfully, he hadn’t stayed. You could easily imagine his disapproving expression. Probably more so than the face Ieyasu was making now. 

“Yes. That.” He leaned closer to your leg, studying the colorful image there. “It looks like an octopus. Holding a flower?” Ieyasu’s voice has lost some it’s usual coldness, thawing to an unexpected warmth with curiosity.

You feel another little flutter in your chest and tell yourself to calm down. “It’s supposed to be Akkorokamui holding an anemone. I got it after my parents passed away.” The memory of your intense grief is enough to make you pause. It’s been so many years since you lost them, but it still hurts. A dull, distant ache you don’t notice most of the time. Only on those lonely, long nights when there is nothing to distract you. 

Ieyasu looks up, concern in his wide green eyes. “You don’t need to tell me if it’s too much.”

“No, it’s ok. I can talk about it. That was several years ago and I - I’m alright now.” You give him what you hope is a reassuring smile. “I read that the octopus was a symbol for adaptability. And that Akkorokamui meant healing and wisdom. So . . . I got it as a tattoo, so I would never forget I can handle everything life throws my way. That I will always heal, in time.”

His warm palm strokes your thigh, a gentle touch meant to be calming. The effect on you is less than, sending your pulse skyrocketing. “I see.” He continues the tender caress, though his brows furrow. “But why is it holding a flower?”

“Fragility and strength. Because I’m fragile but I want to be strong.” You take a breath, trying to calm your heart and settle the ache in your soul. Surprisingly, your grief already feels less, as if Ieyasu’s closeness has chased it away.

He nods, looking back down with his thoughtful expression. “I think it’s nice.” 

You can’t miss the flush of red in his cheeks, or his sudden shyness as he pulls his hand away. 

“Too bad such a pretty picture can’t stop you from being a danger to yourself. But I don’t think this will leave a scar on your lov- er, your skin.” Ieyasu’s coldness returns in full force, his eyes as hard as jade.

“Do you really think it’s pretty? I like it but -”

“Of course it is,” he snaps back, already pulling out a tincture to clean your wound.

You bite your lip at the sting, eyes watering a little. 

Ieyasu sighs, his shoulders losing some of their tension. “Sorry. I should have warned you. This will hurt a little.”

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you like me - ah - my tattoo.” 

His eyes widen at your slip in speech, his mouth open. The red in his cheeks spreads to his ears, and something in his gaze wavers. “Well. Even I can admit when someone-thing- is pretty. I’m not blind.”

You feel a giggle rising up and clamp down. Laughing now would not be a good thing. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” he mutters, turning away. You can still see the red tips of his ears.

[writtenbyrinnie]

ieyasu | forbidden tea˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

★彡ieyasu x fem!reader

★彡 word count: 1,649!

★彡 sfw, fluff, kisses~

after a long and tiresome morning spent cleaning the azuchi castle, i was excited to finally visit ieyasu in his room. he had previously told me that he would be in his room all day, logging the new herbs he had acquired from the merchants. and that i was more than welcome to visit him anytime, if i wished to. so here i was, at his manor.

"my lady, please welcome in."

his maid welcomed me in as i bowed with a bashful smile. still wasnt used to getting called "my lady"...

"is the tea for ieyasu? im heading to his room, so I can take it if youd like." 

i asked, noticing the tray filled with tea leaves and a teaset. my curiosity and desire to help getting the best of me again...

"but my lady-"

"please, i insist."

i added, holding onto the free edges of the wooden tray. the maid seemed to have given in as we exchanged a smile, and she left the tray in my hands. bowing slightly as she returned to her duties.

i gently knocked on ieyasu's door shortly before entering with the tray in my hands. he seemed to be entirely focused on documenting the herbs that were messyly laid down on his desk. there was a slight crease between his brows and a concentrated look on his face as he adjusted his glasses. i wasnt aware he wore any up until this moment, but i would be lying if i said finding him like this wasnt cute.

his gaze remained on the paper for a few more moments before he slowly but surely raised his head, finally acknowledging my existence. the initial look of surprise quickly turned into a soft smile as his eyes met mine. i couldnt help but feel warm inside whenever he smiled so genuinely.

"i was starting to think you werent going to show up."

"well, not only did i show up, i also brought...tea!"

i said proudly as i laid the tray on the small table in the middle of the room. 

"thank you."

"no need to thank me, just continue your work and ill brew the tea~ then, when you're done, we can enjoy the tea together."

ieyasu nodded with a smile as he fixed his glasses once again and resumed his writing. it wasnt everyday that i got to see him and his desk covered by so many beautiful flowers and herbs. i was truly enjoying the view. 

i began adding the tea leaves to the teapot, being careful not to spill any. reaching for the hot water, my eyes landed on the handful of dried leaves placed inside a cotton cloth on the table. i gave it a sniff, and it smelled quite similar to basil. maybe i could add it to the tea.. to give it a mint like freshness? adding a small pinch of what i assumed to be dried basil to the tea pot, i begun to slowly pour the boiling water all over the leaves.

the rich, aromatic smell of freshly brewed tea began filling the room. ieyasu must have noticed it too. after briefly looking in my direction, he met my eyes with a soft smile as he continued finishing up his work.

after filling half of a cup, i took a small sip to make sure the basil flavor wasnt extreme. the basil i added perfectly complemented the high quality tea leaves, leaving a deliciously fresh taste on the tongue. i was excited for ieyasu to try it as well, growing a little impatient from waiting.

raising from the floor, i made my way over to his desk. his journal was filled with immensely detailed drawings of flowers, with the qualities of each written down in beautiful handwriting. i watched him work in awe, slowly lowering my head onto his shoulder. not sure if it was the scent of many flowers laid upon his desk rubbing on him or his scent alone, but he smelled awfully sweet.

"hm?"

ieyasu hummed in confusion when i placed a gentle peck on the smooth skin of his neck. giving me a side eye, he took off his glasses. it wasnt my intention to distract him, but i just couldnt have ignored the urge to kiss him when he stood there so perfectly.

"dont give me that look..."

with a guilty whine, i buried my face in the crook of his neck. it was partially due to my embarrassment and partially due to the fact that he smelled rather intoxicating.

cant a girl miss her lover..? I know i MAY be acting slightly clingy right now, but-...

"i will. you did that on purpose..."

"well,.. did it work..?"

i asked, raising my head to meet his gaze again. the edge of his lips curled a little, and with a casual tone, he answered.

"nope."

i knew it was a lie, and so did he. the second he had taken off his glasses marked the moment he had become too distracted to continue his work. but i played along still, knowing it would be near impossible to get him to admit that.

"the teas going to get cold."

"mhm."

"come on, take a break already..."

i sighed, tugging on his collar to urge him to get up. he eventually rose from his seat, rolling his eyes with a slight grin as he did so.

"hm, whats gotten into you..? miss me much?"

ieyasu teased, a rather confused look on his face. (he wasnt used to her being impatient like this, especially over...tea? really..? not that he was going to complain...)

carefully, i began pouring the brew into the elegant tea cups as the fresh basil aroma began overflowing. ieayasu scrunched his nose, raising a brow at the unfamiliar but pleasant scent.

"what did you put into it? smells nice..."

"just some basil; it smells fresh, doesnt it?"

"basil..? from where?"

ieayasu seemed puzzled, his expression slowly evolving into one of surprise as i pointed over to the remaining leaves on the cloth. taking a better sniff, his eyes widened further.

"i dont think thats...basil."

he leaned in with a somewhat worried look on his face, placing a strand of stray hair behind my ear.

"you look...a little red. do you feel feverish?"

"i mean...i feel slightly heated, but its probably just the tea making me feel hot."

i smiled sweetly as he caressed my cheek, the concern in his voice stressing me out a little.

"why..? am i not allowed to turn into a blushy mess around you anymore?"

i teased, feeling his thumb grace over my lips, reminding me how much I had actually missed his touch. that managed to earn a chuckle from him.

"you know thats not what i meant, ...idiot."

the crease in between his brows had softened, but his expression still remained firm. i felt his gaze fall onto my lips for a second before he sighed, looking away, the faintest blush on his ears.

"give me a second; i just want to be sure..."

he muttered before taking the cloth filled with basil leaves over to his desk. flipping the pages of his journal swiftly as he scanned them with his eyes. i couldnt help but pout and sit there, upset at the sudden loss of physical contact and intimacy as i watched him.

he rubbed his temples briefly before closing the journal and looking back at me.

"whats wrong?"

i asked, tilting my head to the side as i tried to gauge his expression. 

i mean...even if what i added wasnt basil, it couldnt have been anything poisonous or bad. after all, ieyasu only keeps medicinal herbs around...right? not me dying from drinking tea...haha...ha.

"nothing. well-... uhhh, nothing important."

ieyasu scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding my gaze as his ears grew redder. which only left me with more confusion than ever... he walked over, plopping down next to me on the tatami floor. 

"care to elaborate on the 'nothing important' part?"

"nothing important, as in...sadly, you'll live."

he chuckled a little, pulling me closer as i rolled my eyes.

"just...stay the night; ill help your fever die down."

"that sounded...oddly...inappropriate."

"im quite serious though. thats what you get for messing around with plants you dont know the effects of."

my face immediately flushed deep red when i felt his breath hit my ear. speaking in a low tone, he added...

"ahem, you see... those leaves you added, happen to have a... aphrodisiac side effect."

ive never wanted to evaporate this bad..i felt my face burn up with embarrassment, and for a moment it actually did feel like i couldve evaporated if i got any hotter.

"and as much as id love to believe that i was the one making you feel all hot and bothered, its probably your forbidden tea concoction. so, stay the night."

ieayasu added as he pulled himself back to give me a much needed breather. his last sentence had etched itself into my brain in a way so inappopriate that my mind had already begun making up outrageously lewd scenarios. i slapped my cheeks to regain whatever composure i had remained and turned to him. my body involuntarily itching to stay closer to him.

"why do you-..?!...even have aphrodisiacs in here..."

ieyasu cleared his throat, blushing slightly.

"hey-.., they are also considered medications, you know..."

he protested, fixing his already wide enough collar with one hand as he placed the other on my waist. even such a simple gesture was enough to get my imagination running wild again, letting myself get pulled closer and closer.

"youre practically burning up."

"yeah no shit sherlock."

"sher-.....who..?"

"f-forget it..!"

ieayasu, rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lips had begun turning into a smile when he felt my arms wrap around his neck.

"geez, soo needy..."

"shut up."

there goes my first ever english fic...im feeling pretty anxious about posting this, since im not confident in my english nor my writing abilities BUT...i guess i had to start somewhere :;(∩´﹏`∩);: 🌷

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Masterlist

I write for the Ikemen Vampire and Ikemen Sengoku Fandoms. I also have an Obey Me Fanfiction blog.

I used to have a more extensive Ikemen Sengoku/Vampire writing blog but it was deleted. These will be mostly stories I've managed to save from the void along with a few new ones. Enjoy!

>>>>>> IKEVAMP >>>>>>> Characters: Le Comte - First Taste of You; Etiquette Tutor Roleplay Leonardo - (WIP) Napoleon - Before You; Body Guard Roleplay Mozart - (WIP) Jean - Your light found me; Isaac - Before you; Doctor Roleplay (NSFW) Dazai - First Taste of You; Arthur - Tutor Roleplay (NSFW); Theodorus - First Taste of You; Vincent - Before you; Sebastian - First Taste of You; Vlad - (WIP) Charles - (WIP) Faust - (WIP)

>>>>>>>> IKESEN >>>>>>> Characters: Nobunaga - Irresistible Mini Story Ieyasu - (WIP) Hideyoshi - (WIP) Masamune - Irresistible Mini Story Mitsunari - (WIP) Keiji - (WIP) Ranmaru - (WIP) Kenshin - Kasugayama Route, Shingen - (WIP) Sasuke- Irresistible Mini Story Yukimura - Kasugayama Route, Yoshimoto - (WIP) Kanetsugu - (WIP) Kennyo - (WIP) Motonari - (WIP) Kicho - (WIP) Longer Stories: (These have more than one love interest in the plot.) Kasugayama Route: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3 (O.C.) Akira: Azuchi Route: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3

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#374: Don't Knock the Knock-Offs

[holynarc]

self indulgent ⋯⋯ magatsunote!ieyasu layout pack. f2u

[verdantcrimson]

Heaven and Earth / Discernment of Heaven and Earth - 11

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[About an hour later. In one of the countless chain restaurants across Japan.]

Ieyasu: ……

Hideyoshi: ……

Nobunaga: ……

Ieyasu: …… Will someone, anyone, please say something? The atmosphere is too heavy for my old bones to bear.

Nobunaga: In that case, it’d be best if your body and mind snapped from the weight, you keeled over, and died.

Hideyoshi: Yikes, how horrible! What a terrible thing to say to your mentor! Hey hey, did anyone else catch that? This woman is like, heartless for being able to say such cruel things without batting an eye, right?!

Nobunaga: He’s not my mentor. He’s your mentor, you womanizer.

Nobunaga: If you’re dying to be the teacher’s pet, why don’t you do your mentor a favor and try to lighten the mood a little?

Hideyoshi: I mean like, what do you want me to do? We’ve got ‘The Av*ngers after completing their first mission together’ energy going on here. Not even I can save this, and I’ve got nothing to say to you guys right now anyways.

Nobunaga: Well, I feel the same.

Nobunaga: I had hoped to never meet either of you again, preferably for the rest of my life.

Ieyasu: Actually, why are we gathered together here? “We’re going to make a prototype for ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, so we’d like you to remain on standby”— That’s what we were told.

Ieyasu: But in older episodes of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, we historians would bring the cameras into our homes and labs and would show off our expertise on the spot.

Ieyasu: I assumed that that was what was happening in this instance as well… But if that was the case, why have we been forced to wait around in a restaurant like this?

Ieyasu: It’s going to be rather difficult to engage in formal historical discussion in such a noisy environment.

Nobunaga: Does that mean that we aren’t here for a formal discussion?

Nobunaga: I think I’m starting to see the full picture. Since I only supervised the costumes and such, I’m not too aware of what the story element introduced in ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ is about—

Nobunaga: Though I can make a guess based on their costumes. I can figure out what those kids are aiming for from there.

Nobunaga: They think of some pretty interesting things, don’t they? It’s nice, young kids think so freely.

Hideyoshi: It was me. I was the one who proposed the basic idea. It was me.

Nobunaga: The kids were the ones who actually developed the idea from there. Don’t try and take credit for everything, it’s pathetic.

Hideyoshi: Yup. I just helped out a teensy bit.

Hideyoshi: The greatest contributors to the ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ show were—

Keito: — Excuse me.

Kuro: Yeah, sorry for botherin’ ya, senseis.

Souma: Good day to you, those of the ‘Three Sages.’ ♪

Ieyasu: Oh, it’s Kuro-kun. What is the idea here?

Ieyasu: I’m quite confused. Could you please elaborate?

Kuro: Haha. I’m sure the people that were involved in historical events back then felt and thought just like this. 

Ieyasu: ……?

Keito: Ieyasu-sensei. I apologize for informing you so late. For the prototype edition of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth R’, formerly known as ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’—

Keito: We’ve decided to cover ‘The History of Rumbling Heaven and Earth.’

Ieyasu: ? What do you mean by the history of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’? ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ is a show about history, but what sort of history would it have……?

Keito: I’ll explain properly, in detail.

Keito: We of AKATSUKI were given the task of rebuilding a show on the verge of death, called ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth.’

Keito: In order to fulfill the conditions laid out for this task, we had to interact with members of the ‘Three Sages.’

Ieyasu: ……

Keito: And as each of us came into contact with the sages, we got to know their extremely unique characters—

Keito: We began to love you¹, and at the same time, we began to learn of the passion you had for ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth.’

Nobunaga: I don’t feel anything in particular towards you, though.

Hideyoshi: Don’t butt in. That’s a bad habit you’ve got, Miss Nobunaga. …… So?

Keito: So we wanted to share the fun experiences we had with everyone.

Keito: There once was a show called ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, that would have you enthralled to death. Due to the support of some incredibly fascinating and unique historians, it was loved for many, many years.

Keito: But in the present day, young people like us have no clue something interesting like that even exists.

Keito: Only a few enthusiasts know about it, and those who don’t know write it off, concluding that it’s “probably some old and complicated history show.”

Keito: We want to change this.

Keito: No, we will change it.

Keito: It’s the work we’ve been entrusted with, and it’s what we want to do.

Ieyasu: Being grandiose is all well and good, but it’s easy to just run your mouth— What are the specifics?

Keito: In ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth R’, we travel through various eras to experience historical events in person, as ‘Spirits of Light.’

Keito: In this edition, we’ll be traveling back to the time when you first created ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, Ieyasu-sensei.

Ieyasu: …… What’s a ‘Spirit of Light’?

Hideyoshi: He’s not gonna understand if you start sprinkling in that kind of SF speak ‘cuz he’s an old geezer.

Nobunaga: Calling it ‘SF’ is old-fashioned too. You’re not getting any younger either, you womanizer.

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Translation Notes:

Instead of his usual condescending 2nd person pronoun, Keito uses the much more affection あなた.

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Ieyasu - Dragalia Lost

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Got this ADORABLE Keychain from the incredibly talented @satsuha ! Lovers of Dragalia and Octopath should definitely check them out!!

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Gakuen Basara ^^

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happy new year from hinomoto! 🐲🎉

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Surprised Ieyachu😂

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Ouroboros & Hollyhock (ARK Medical Bureau) Character Art

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That moment when you're the only Warlord in your kingdom without a legendary pokemon perfect link

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#314: Dragging Out the Truth

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it is 4:30 am where i need sleep but i'm watching jigokuraku. gabimaru reminds me so much of ieyasu. i love his dedication towards his wife and that is the only thing which is keeping me at bay from crushing on him. it is safe to say his similarities to ieyasu is what made me fall for ieyasu actually.

their hairstyle is too similar, the bangs and both of their hair look so soft, fluffy and unruly.

they both insist on becoming strong and not having feelings which weigh them down. *flashbacks to when ieyasu says he doesn't need happiness and just wants to be strong to mc*

this may be just me but both tend to be somewhat stoic. gabimaru for sure is. i think the same can be said for ieyasu cause he doesn't have a happy upfront when he's being a contrarian.

gabimaru is just 16 and ieyasu has the looks of someone who's in between 20-24 but both of their builds are quite similar. they have this boyish charm when you look at them. probably because they both are short.

i noticed their voices are quite monotonous, too.

lastly, it's a treat to see the both of them smile and laugh.