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Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey

Eminem x Rapper!OC

Verse 8

About: The studio pulses with high-octane energy as creativity and tension collide. As Genji delivers verses that cut to the core, she not only claims her space but also pushes Eminem to confront emotions he's long kept buried. The resulting collaboration is electric, setting the stage for a track that could redefine everything, including the dynamics between them.

Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction, and any involvement of the character Genji is purely fictional and not representative of any real person.

The studio was buzzing with the kind of energy that was almost tangible. Dre and Snoop lounged near the console, their postures relaxed but their focus razor-sharp. Porter had just sauntered in, the timing too perfect to be coincidental. All were set up, ready to catch the vibe. It was all about the flow right now. No interruptions. Just music.

Inside the recording booth, Genji adjusted the headphones snugly over her ears, her hands steady as she positioned herself before the mic. Her gaze focused as she was ready to dive into her verses.

"Alright, let's take it from the top," Dre's voice carried across the room, calm but commanding.

The track kicked in, the beat heavy and relentless. Each thud of the bassline reverberated in the chest like a heartbeat. Synths distorted the air, bending it, while hi-hats skittered, marking time like a countdown. The room fell silent, every ear attuned to the rhythm.

Genji took a deep breath, nodding as if to sync her breath with the beat. And then she dove in, her voice slicing through the sonic chaos:

傷ついた夢、消えない記憶 (Kizutsuita yume, kienai kioku) (Dreams that are broken, memories don't fade) 孤独の中で進む軌跡 (Kodoku no naka de susumu kiseki) (Walking through the loneliness, the path I made) Breakin' through the static、音を裂く (Breakin' through the static, oto wo saku) (Breakin' through the static, tearing through the sound) 闇の中でも光は描く (Yami no naka demo hikari wa egaku) (Even in the dark, the light will come around)

Each word hit with precision, the cadence sharp and deliberate. Her bilingual flow danced effortlessly, weaving between languages and emotions. It wasn't just a verse; it was an unravelling of her soul, raw and unfiltered.

縛られた声、自由を求め (Shibarareta koe, jiyuu wo motome) (Voices restrained, I'm reaching for the free) 胸の奥深く、炎を染め (Mune no oku fukaku, honoo wo some) (Deep inside my heart, flames guiding me) Shadowと戦い、己を守る (Shadow to tatakai, onore wo mamoru) (Battling the shadows, guarding who I am) 鏡割れても、未来を作る (Kagami warete mo, mirai wo tsukuru) (Mirror cracks, but still I take my stand)

Eminem leaned back on the studio sofa, arms crossed as his eyes locked on her. He didn't move, barely breathed. He wasn't just hearing her; he was absorbing every syllable. Her words wrapped around the beat, building momentum like a wave cresting toward the shore. Her voice surged, carrying an edge of vulnerability masked by strength. Every line felt personal, the kind of truth you only shared when you knew the room would listen. And everyone listened.

愛した分だけ傷を負う (Aishita bun dake kizu wo ou) (The more I loved, the more wounds I bear) この手の中、何を守ろう？ (Kono te no naka, nani wo mamorou?) (What do I protect with these hands, laid bare?) Shadows dictate？ No way, I'll fight 未来を刻む、強くshine bright (Mirai o kizamu, tsuyoku shine bright) (Etching my tomorrow, shining so bright)

His gaze flickered to the others in the room. Dre nodded subtly, his approval clear. Snoop leaned in, a smirk tugging at his lips. But then his focus snapped back to Genji. It wasn't just her technical skill that impressed him; that was undeniable. No, it was something else. It was the way she owned the moment, how she poured everything she had into it. The intensity in her eyes mirrored what he hadn't seen in a long time, what he hadn't realised he missed.

There was an undeniable pull in the way she commanded attention, not just from the room, but from him. Why was he feeling like this? He had worked with countless artists and had this kind of chemistry before, but not like this. Not with her.

火の中歩き、燃え上がる声 (Hi no naka aruki, moeagaru koe) (Walking through the flames, my voice won't cease) 鼓動が導く、明日への扉 (Kodou ga michibiku, ashita e no tobira) (Heartbeat guiding me to the door of peace) No saboteur inside, 自分を越える (No saboteur inside, jibun wo koeru) (No saboteur inside will hold me back) 灰の中から種を植える (Hai no naka kara tane wo ueru) (Rising from the ashes, planting seeds where it's black)

Eminem shifted, resting his elbows on his knees. He felt the strange pull deep in his chest. This wasn't just about music anymore, was it? There was something about her that he couldn't ignore no matter how hard he tried.

He tried to shake it off, tried to focus on the beat, but it lingered, gnawing at him. It wasn't just her talent. It wasn't just the fire in her voice. It was the way she was there, present in a way that made everything else seem insignificant. He hadn't felt this alive in a session in years. And that scared the hell out of him.

燃え尽きてもまだ炎がある (Moetsukite mo mada honoo ga aru) (Even if I burn out, the fire still remains) 傷跡の中で強さが光る (Kizuato no naka de tsuyosa ga hikaru) (Scars within my soul turn to strength in my veins) I'm on fire, 消せやしない (I'm on fire, kese ya shinai) (I'm on fire, you can't put me out) 闇を照らして響くmy life (Yami wo terashite hibiku my life) (Lighting up the dark, hear my life shout)

The track faded, leaving a thick silence in its wake.

"That was hard," Porter's voice broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tension.

Genji stepped out of the booth, her smile faint but triumphant. Her gaze met Eminem's for a brief moment, an unspoken acknowledgement passing between them.

"Aight, my turn," he said, pushing off the couch. He adjusted his cap, his jaw set. He wasn't about to let himself get distracted. Not now.

Inside the booth, the headphones felt heavier than usual. The mic loomed before him, a familiar adversary. He cracked his knuckles, stealing a quick glance toward Genji. Her expression was unreadable, but her presence strangely felt different. The energy she had brought to the session lingered like an electric charge, and it wasn't just the music. It was her.

The beat dropped again, snapping him back into focus. The energy from her verses still pounded in his chest, leaving a thick, charged air in the studio. His grip on his notepad tightened as he leaned forward, eyes narrowing. His mind was split — half on the bars, half on her.

Her verses had shaken him, and it wasn't just because of her technical skill. No, it was the way her words seemed to cut straight through him, tapping into something he'd buried deep inside. It was like she saw him, and he wasn't sure he liked it.

He rapped through the first verse, his words jagged and sharp:

I'm a ghost in the booth, yeah, I haunt this mic, Turned my trauma into tracks, now I'm locked in a fight. Every grin's a grenade, every laugh's a knife, Every line's another layer of my messed-up life.

He spat the lines like a confession, each word sharper than the last. His flow was relentless, matching the chaotic churn inside his head. The flow was sharp and urgent; he couldn't stop now. The intensity she'd brought out in him had left him no choice but to spill his own truth.

Pushin' people off, yeah, I'm buildin' a moat, Keepin' my distance so I don't slit my own throat. A paradox breathin', rage in my veins, But inside, I'm just beggin' for the calm to remain.

As he rapped, his mind raced. Every line felt personal now, deeper than just the music. His gaze flickered again toward Genji, catching her out of the corner of his eye. She wasn't just another artist. She was different. And that made him uneasy.

He tried to ignore it. He tried to focus on the mic, on the track; but his thoughts kept drifting back to her. The way her presence had seeped into his chest. The way she made him feel alive.

I shove you away 'cause I'm savin' myself, But I'm dyin' inside while I'm screamin' for help. Buried the truth deep beneath the facade, The saboteur's a voice that keeps me at odds.

Every bar hit harder, his delivery like a barrage meant to drown out the thoughts creeping into his mind. This was supposed to be about the track, but her presence was messing with his head. Her talent, her energy; it was magnetic. He hated how much he liked it.

I'm tired of the fight, yo, I'm sick of the loop, The fire's burnin' out, but I'm still in the soup. If the shadows creep up, I'll carve out my lane, Every scar's just a roadmap drawn in my pain.

The session had become something more than music. It was personal now. Every word felt like a window into his head, and he knew she was catching glimpses.

What was he doing? This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to let anyone in, not like this. He had built walls and learned to keep his distance. Mixing business and emotion was a recipe for disaster. He knew that.

Risin' from the rubble, yeah, I'm lit like a fuse, Every demon I've faced just sharpens my views. You can't douse this flame, it's scorchin' the night, I'm the phoenix in the dark, burnin' loud and bright.

The track ended, the silence almost deafening. Dre leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "This one's it," he said simply.

Snoop chuckled, nudging him. "Told ya this was gonna be fire."

Genji smiled, her eyes meeting Eminem's as he stepped out of the booth. She looked at him, a small smile playing at the edges of her lips, but there was something more to it. Something that made him second-guess his next move. He wasn't sure what he was feeling anymore, but he knew one thing for sure: if he let this go any further, it could change everything.

"Yeah," he murmured, his voice low. "We just made something big."

Deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. And for the first time in a long time, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

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Chapter 22: The Lucky Charm - Although Mitsunari’s small group of defenders score a victory, things are not looking good at Genba Castle..

Mitsunari x OC; Nobunaga x Mai

Previous Chapter

Logline - In order to protect a political alliance, Katusko and Mitsunari must pretend an engagement. But this “all business” arrangement is threatened by a coup against Nobunaga… and by feelings.

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

Sasuke’s ‘smoke bombs’ are highly effective weapons when the object is to confuse and overwhelm the enemy – although the smoke does not discriminate and some of Mozumi’s vassals became disoriented as well. In the confusion, I fell over a crate – although honesty forces me to admit that may have happened without the smoke. I regret we were not able to steal the gunpowder and instead were forced to destroy it, as I know Lord Nobunaga nor Lord Hideyoshi have little patience for waste.

Hopefully, Okatsu is safe in the tower. Though I told her the truth that taking charge of the archers is the best use of her skills, it is also true that keeping her safe is a priority for me. I do not want to spend another day like yesterday, watching her leave for, then waiting for her to return from a dangerous mission.

BOOM.

Hikosane rushed to squeeze herself in the corner between Shohime and me as we all watched thick smoke billow into the sky. "What was that?"

"It had to be Iekane’s gunpowder stores, well at least some of them.” Iekane wasn't dumb enough to keep all his gunpowder in one place. “I can’t think of anything else that would do that." I forced myself deep breath, and then another. Iekane’s men wouldn’t have destroyed their own ammunition, so the explosion must have been part of Mitsunari’s plan.

"Shit’s about to get real." Toshiie muttered. His knuckles were white against the railing.

"No battle experience on board that ship?" I hadn't had a moment to talk with him about what we'd each been doing for the last seven years - and now was not the time either- but there was a part of me that felt bitter over the fact that he had yeeted himself back to modern Japan without a second thought for me. Ok. Sure. His first thought was that I was dead; but what kind of idiot believes the word of a bunch of bandits? I was used to him being the smart one, but after seven years, I’d realized that book smart was worthless in this era, unless, like Mitsunari, one had the combat skills to back that up.

"No. They had me doing grunt work. Lots of swabbing the deck and repairing sails." Without asking permission, Toshiie grabbed the binoculars and peered into the distance. "There's a crap ton of smoke."

Swallowing the initial urge to sarcastically point out that everyone here could see there was a crap ton of smoke, I asked, “Do you see Mitsunari? Or Susumu?” Once again, I told myself that everything would be alright. That Mitsunari wouldn’t have followed through with any plan unless he was certain he could execute it.

But as before, logical arguments don’t work against feelings, and my feelings were … worried.

“I can’t see anything except smoke and trees.” He gave me the glasses back.

I scanned the woods, looking for that bright smile. Not that Mitsunari would be smiling. It’s just what I pictured in my head when I imagined Mitsunari. That calm smile. "Pretty soon, Susumu and Mitsunari ought to be back with whatever supplies they could steal. There may be injuries. You should get ready."

Hopefully, they wouldn’t lead any of Iekane's men here. I told myself not to worry about that outcome. Mitsunari likely had a contingency pla-

Oh. Wait.

I was the contingency plan.

“Archers, keep watching for enemies from the west.” Calmly, more calmly than I felt, we all readied our arrows.

Toshiie looked at me, shook his head, and climbed back down to the ground level of the tower.

As it happened, our precautions weren’t needed. Mitsunari, Susumu and the other vassals had taken a circuitous route, stopping first at the south tower and it was close to midday before they returned to our base. By that time, the second shift of archers was on top of the tower, Shohime and I were "napping," and Hikosane was asleep for real, curled up on his side next to Shohime.

"Mitsunari, you're back!" Shohime jumped up and gave him a big hug (so much for her talk of stepping aside for me). Maybe old habits died hard? Only yesterday, she'd been drooling over Mitsuhide too. Of course, Shohime was only seventeen. Maybe she'd been born and raised in this era, but the bottom line of seventeen-year-olds: hormones gotta hormone.

Mitsunari suffered her embrace politely. Though he didn't hug her back, he didn’t shake her off and yell girl germs either.

Ok, you can let go of him any time now…

When she finally let him go, he hurried over to me. And hugged me.

Alright. He’d survived, and I let myself get lost in the happiness of his return, the relief that he was in one piece. He was here. He was ok. He was solid, and warm… and…

Ok, you can let go of him any time now…

When we finally broke the hug, I looked Mitsunari over for injuries before I led him to the area we had set up for his command station. Well technically it was simply a cleared out space in the corner, but I’d made sure that we’d cleaned the floor as well as possible. “What happened? We saw the explosions.”

"Susumu and our team captured a wagon of arrows, medical supplies and food.” He nodded to the entry, where several men were carrying in boxes of supplies. “His vassals are unfamiliar with guns, so we elected to destroy them by setting fire to the gunpowder." He frowned, and little worry lines set up camp on his forehead. I wanted to soothe those away. "Nobunaga will be disappointed. He dislikes waste."

"He'd also be disappointed if those weapons were used against him." Granted I wasn't a fan of guns to begin with, but we didn't have the manpower to hoard Iekane’s muskets, defend them, and present them to Nobunaga later. "I think he'll understand."

"It-it's only that I wish I had been able to think of a plan that would have enabled us to keep the guns." He looked so freaked out by the fact that he had 'missed' this piece that I had to hug him again. I’d never seen Mitsunari this distraught when it came to matters of the military. It was unnerving.

I held on tight, lightly patting him on the back, the way I would if he had been Hikosane. "You didn't strategize for keeping the guns because that is not our objective. Our objective is to get in Iekane's way enough to keep Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Mai alive until Masamune and Ieyasu can get here with reinforcements." And also, not die either.

Goes without saying.

He clung to me. "You are correct. Thank you for the reminder." He let his hand rest on my cheek for a moment.

We'd managed to stay alive over a day. One down. Two to go.

Two to go, if Mitsuhide had gotten to Kyubei before running into Iekane’s men. But it wasn’t worth bringing that up right now. Mitsunari knew the situation as well as I did. And it was a situation that was likely to get worse before it could (potentially) get better now that Iekane had to be aware there were guerillas in the misty woods.

“Your turn to rest.” I nudged him toward the medical area, where we were talking turns sleeping.

“But, I need to-” he made a helpless gesture with his hands, as I put my fingers to my lips, and indicated the sleeping Hikosane. “Work,” he finished in quieter tones.

Gently, I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him into a sitting position. “Close your eyes for a few moments then. If you fall asleep, I promise I will wake you up when Sasuke returns.” I sat down next to him, prepared to stare him into at the very least sitting still. He had done this for me… turnabout was fair play.

He nodded, then before I could move, he lay down with his head in my lap. “If you will be my pillow block.” He closed his eyes.

Instinctively, I pushed his hair away from his face. He smiled, then within moments, he was asleep.

“We need to get out of here.” At the sound of his voice, I looked over at Toshiie. He was staring at us and scowling. “The sooner, the better.”

My hands were still tangled in Mitsunari’s hair. Toshiie was right. The sooner I went home, well – home to modern Japan, the better.

Midafternoon, Sasuke returned. Trudging next to him was a tear-streaked Mai. She wasn’t yelling, exactly, but her strident tones were loud enough for everyone to hear her. “-you aren’t listening to me. You have to try again – I’m his lucky charm!”

Where were Nobunaga and Hideyoshi? I couldn’t imagine a circumstance where either of them would let Mai out of their sight, unless … they thought it was her only hope of survival.

By then, Mitsunari was awake, and already huddled over his plans. When he saw Sasuke and Mai, his look of initial relief was followed by one of disappointment. I realized he'd had the same thoughts that I had.

Mai immediately threw herself into my arms (there's a lot of that going around). "They made me leave!" The fact that the normally cheerful and smiling Mai was in tears was a shock to my system. Even though I had only known these warlords for a few weeks, I knew that her smiling face was the center of their galaxy.

I patted her on the back, while Mitsunari stood by looking sick. "What happened?" he asked Sasuke. By then a small crowd had gathered, and Shohime pulled a hostess act, ordered everyone to sit and imperiously requested one of Susumu's vassals to make tea. He scrambled to obey, so her beauty obviously still had power.

"Now," Shohime said, once we were sitting down, and Mai was wrapped in a blanket (stolen supplies for the win!) and sipping tea. “Please tell us what is going on at Genba."

Mai had slipped into wordless misery, so Sasuke began. "As a ninja, I am much used to employing pathways through the ceiling to get in and out of buildings."

"As you do in Azuchi on a regular basis," Mitsunari murmured, causing Mai and Sasuke to exchange a guilty look. "Yes, we have been aware of this. Mitsuhide and Ieyasu were in favor of setting up traps in the ceiling, but Nobunaga determined you were no longer spying and decided to let you continue to have your fun."

Sasuke muttered something in Klingon (I knew that it was Klingon, but not what he said ... although I could probably guess), then added, "That may have the effect of making it less fun. In any case, the area in the ceiling in Genba is... not as roomy. While I was able to make my way through, it is not large enough to fit Hideyoshi or Nobunaga or most of his personal guards... or your father." He nodded at Hikosane and Shohime.

"Our father is with them?" Hikosane seemed relieved. Then it occurred to me that Hikosane might have suspected Mozumi of going along with Iekane’s plans.

How frightening to believe your father could be guilty of treason. For the first time, I realized that father: unknown might actually be a good thing.

"Yes. Mozumi is with Hideyoshi and Nobunaga, and about a dozen of their guards have barricaded themselves in the tenshu and are holding off intruders. I managed to give them some additional tools- smoke bombs, ground spikes, that kind of thing- but only Mai fit through into the space in the ceiling.”

"They forced me to leave." Mai’s hands were clenched into fists, and she nearly spit the words out of her mouth. "For months, he insists that I join him for every battle until this one. He made me go with Sasuke."

That... suggested Nobunaga didn’t like his odds. I didn't look at Mitsunari, afraid he'd confirm my guess.

"Did they understand my warning?" I wondered if my effort with the arrow had helped at all.

"At first, Hideyoshi thought it was an attack, but I saw the fabric." Mai got a hold of herself. “I thought it was from Sasuke since the note looked like his handwriting.”

It did? Sasuke turned to me with the unspoken question, but Mai had continued her story before I had a chance to think about the implications of that. "Hideyoshi saw what was going on outside, but it was too late to escape." She turned to Mitsunari and grabbed hold of his haori. “You have to rescue him."

Mitsunari seemed to deflate in front of my eyes. "I'm sorry. We're doing everything we can. Iekane has at least three hundred soldiers and there are less than forty of us." He rubbed his head. “I’ve been thinking and planning and I’ve gone through every strategy in my head, but I cannot figure out how to solve this with the people and equipment we have. All we can do is try to delay until Masamune and Ieyasu arrive with reinforcements.”

If they arrive. But now was not the time for to add to the pessimistic outlook.

Mai looked like she was going to start crying again. But instead of that, she took a long moment to stare us all down. “I can’t believe any of you. Nobunaga is the key to the future. You have to do more! Don’t just stand there being useless!” She pressed her fist to her mouth, then, apparently needing a moment alone, either to compose herself, or to have an even bigger breakdown, climbed the ladder to the upper floor of the tower. It didn’t quite have the same impact of a stomp, a flounce, and a slammed door, but she still left a group of people standing around in paralyzed silence.

Two more days.

We had to hang on for two more days (for the moment, I was going to ignore the possibility that they weren’t coming) which meant, keeping up morale, which at that moment, that meant keeping up Mitsunari's morale. I got up and massaged his shoulders. “She didn’t mean that.”

“She did. She said nothing I had not told myself.” He leaned back into my massage for a moment.

"You are the smartest man I know. If anyone can figure out how to keep this going, it's you."

Some of the tension went out of his shoulders. "Thank-you." He turned to Sasuke. "What specifically is the situation in Genba? Where are Iekane's troops? Are they inside the castle?"

He handed Sasuke a rough drawing he'd made of the castle, a brush, and ink (trust Mitsunari to take off after a runaway princess and bring writing supplies with him). Sasuke reached into his seemingly endless bag of Ninja tools and withdrew a felt tip pen. "Er, it will be faster if I use this," and proceeded to mark up the map under Mitsunari fascinated gaze. Whether it was Sasuke's information or the pen that enticed him, I do not know.

"Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Mozumi, and some guards have control of the tenshu. Iekane and Lady Yone have taken over the connecting guard houses, and their soldiers are within the inner walls. They've set up camp in the courtyard. Then, outside the walls, more of Iekane's men, their supplies, are stationed throughout the forest."

Mitsunari looked at Hikosane, who sat up straighter, and looked upon Mitsunari like a peer. "Hikosane, how difficult would it be to breach the gates?"

"It's never been done in Genba’s three hundred years of existence." He took Sasuke’s pen and experimentally poked his finger at the end, smiling at the dot it had left on his finger. Then he drew a line along the trail leading to the gate. "I imagine the only reason Iekane managed to do it is because Lady Yone let him in."

Mitsunari then patted my shoulder. “You know Iekane better than anyone. Do you believe he would destroy the castle or burn down the tenshu to get to Nobunaga?"

"I never understood why Iekane does what he does. I still don't get why he tried to kill me." I sensed Toshiie startle at that statement. "My initial thought is that Genba is too valuable because of its defensibility to destroy. He plays a long game, and I think he’s patient enough to wait Nobu-."

"Unfortunately, you might want to speed up the timetable on Iekane’s patience, Katsu.” A new voice had interrupted me. A new, but familiar and welcome voice. “I agree with your logic, but on my way here, I passed a half-dozen of Iekane’s mercenaries who are escorting a cannon. I imagine that it's headed to the castle, though at their speed, it will likely take another day to arrive."

An "old man" melted out of the trees, despite the fact that we had sentries posted.

Aki.

I stared for a moment, relief warring with frustration. Where had he been? Then, I rushed to hug him, glad that whatever mission he'd been on, it had been successful.

But before I reached my mentor, Sasuke let out an exclamation that shocked me to my core. "Professor Yamaoka?!"

Professor Yamaoka? Sasuke knew Aki? Knew him from the future?

My forward motion screeched to a halt. Sasuke had to be mistaken. Maybe Aki was some great-great-grandparent of this ‘Professor Yamaoka,’ …. But the chagrined expression on his face said it all. Aki was from the future. And he never told me.

"Professor Yamaoka? " I couldn’t say much more out loud, but I hope he was hearing my 'what the hell' subtext loud and clear.

He had never told me. Even though I had been suffering from the most extreme case of culture-shock and homesickness imaginable… no, more than that, I had at times wondered if I had gone crazy, Aki never once bothered to mention that he was also from the future. Seven years ago, I would have given anything to know that I wasn’t alone.

Mitsunari had frozen, his hand on his sword, clearly uncertain if Aki was friend or foe. At this point, I wasn’t sure either. “Okatsu, you know this man?”

“I thought I knew him.” I turned toward Mitsunari to perform the introductions. "Ishida Mitsunari, my fiancé, this is Yamaoka Akihira, who has been my lord for the past seven years. Prior to that, I don’t know what he was, or did."

I'm not sure if Mitsunari understood that what I meant to say was, 'this is Aki. He has been lying to me for seven years, but it's probably ok to trust him in battle.’ He did return Aki's bow politely.

"Prof- er, Lord Yamaoka..." Sasuke struggled at the etiquette of it all. "Have you been here all this time?"

"Mr. Mikumo." Aki close to address him first. "No and yes, depending on your definition of here." Cryptic as always, although after one startled look, Sasuke seemed satisfied, in fact he seemed thrilled by that response. Aki turned to me. "Katsuko, I'm aware you must have many questions, and I will do my best to answer them--."

He was interrupted by a screech from the upper level of the tower.

Were they coming?

Everyone reached for their weapons, preparing to defend ourselves…

But it was Mai who came rushing down back down the ladder so fast that I was afraid she was going to trip on her kimono. The illicit binoculars were clutched in her hands. "It's Mitsuhide. I think they're going to kill him!"

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