Everything past that point was a blur.
A day had passed since the night Takaya exorcised Ujimasa at the Chuuzenji
Lake-shore, and he had spent the entire time asleep. Takaya finally awoke on the morning of the second day to find himself lying on a snowy-white futon at Asaoka Inn. He opened bleary eyes from his pillow to look dazedly up at the amber-latticed ceiling.
Where am I? He wondered. He felt as if he’d been dreaming for a long, long time, his memories hazy and slightly out of reach.
“Takaya,” a voice said, quite close, and he turned his head
A young man peered down at him. He looked back. After a moment, he murmured, “Yuzuru...?”
Narita Yuzuru smiled. He’d been waiting all this time for Takaya to wake up.
“You’re finally awake. How do you feel? You were asleep for a whole day.”
“Where are we...?”
“Asaoka-san’s inn. You were so out of it that I didn’t want to wake you—”
Apparently no-one had wanted to wake him. He looked dazedly up at Yuzuru’s face for a moment before abruptly sitting up as he remembered—
“Are you okay?! You were tree-bound, your body...”
“Date sent its Black Greaves Corps to protect his body at Katakura-san’s request,” Ayako, who had just entered the room, supplied. She smiled gently at Takaya as he blinked in surprise. “You did good, Kagetora. I know that this case was difficult for you.”
“Where is this...? Why am I...”
“You broke the female Tsutsuga Mirror and came back to find me before collapsing. You don’t remember?”
He remembered nothing of the return trip, how he’d gotten back. He’d been running on auto-pilot. Ayako folded her arms in amazement, sighing. “I’m not really surprised. I mean, your body died. And then you forced it to start fighting. I would’ve been more shocked if you hadn’t collapsed.”
“Nee-san...”
“Thanks to you, we’ve taken Mt. Nikkou
back from the Houjou. The folks who were tree-bound were pretty traumatized, but at least they’ve all returned to their bodies, and they’ve all woken up, too. And we dealt with all the unpurified spirits taken from Kegon Falls
yesterday.”
“Yesterday? So I...”
Which was to say that he’d been so exhausted he’d slept for all that time. Naoe had taken command in Takaya’s stead for the crucial mop-up (taking care of the possessed riot policemen, dealing with the unpurified spirits, etc.). Working around the media descending on the place had made the clean-up feel almost harder than the battle itself.
Yuzuru’s body, left in an inner parlor of the Houjou mansion for safe-keeping, had fortunately been discovered before any harm had befallen it. Yuzuru’s soul had returned to it without incident, and he had arrived at the inn yesterday evening.
Takaya felt dazed again before Yuzuru’s gentle smile. A glance at the window told him that it was light outside. He’d slept an entire day away, and another sunlit morning had dawned. He tugged at his memories, but everything after Ujimasa was still a blank.
“Stop thinking about it for now. We’ve contacted your family. Rest a little more. You’re exhausted, physically and mentally.”
“...”
He no longer felt tired, but Yuzuru nodded in favor of the idea. Now that he was his normal self again, there was no trace in him of the terrifying aspect which had emerged at the Houjou mansion. Being released from the tree-binding and returned to his body seemed to have sealed his «power» as well.
“I’m fine, stop worrying about me. I’ll be here, so just rest.”
Yuzuru pushed on Takaya’s shoulder until he slowly sank back down. Takaya pressed his head into the pillow as his consciousness began to fade, and Yuzuru covered him with a blanket. But as he looked up at his friend, he suddenly had the feeling that he’d forgotten something important.
(What is it...?)
There was something... Something he’d forgotten, something about himself and Kenshin. Some important piece of knowledge. Something missing from his memories.
(About Yuzuru...?)
What had he remembered while fighting Ujimasa? What had he told himself? He couldn’t remember. Why couldn’t he remember? The words had been so clear, so powerful. But now they were gone.
“What’s wrong?” Yuzuru peered at Takaya with concern.
Still uneasy, Takaya opened his mouth to answer. That was when he quite clearly sensed the supernatural change in Yuzuru.
“Yuzuru...!”
“What?”
“Your forehead...”
Takaya saw Ayako’s shoulders twitch and the tiny change in her expression.
Yuzuru’s face stiffened with discomfort.
Something that looked like a red bindi was now affixed to the center of Yuzuru’s forehead. A singular aura of pure evil radiated from it. This feeling, this aura...
He remembered it. There could be no mistake.
Takaya paled, for he knew what it was.
(No...)
“Looks like Kagetora’s awake,” Chiaki remarked upon his return from looking in on Takaya in the next room.
Naoe glanced at him from his position beside the window before returning his gaze to a spot on the distant lake outside.
“I see...”
“You’re not gonna go see him?” Chiaki asked Naoe’s profile.
At last Naoe’s eyes fell. “I’ll make my report to him later.”
“...” Chiaki stared at Naoe’s back, huffing a silent sigh. “Ujimasa’s dead, the Houjou Clan is more or less done-for. Rumor has it that it’s only a matter of time before Mt. Tate
falls. The Date are moving with astonishing speed. They’re faster than any army we‘ve ever seen. Mobility without inefficiency. They’ve worked with us so far, but if we’re not careful they’re gonna become our Achilles’ heel.”
“Takeda has entered Sagami.” Naoe added in a businesslike tone. “But apparently the remnants of the Houjou are resisting with all their might. Even Shingen’s going to find it a tough fight.”
“Must be a weight off his mind that the Tsutsuga Mirrors are broken. Too bad we couldn’t manage to use them to seal Shingen or Nobunaga before destroying them.” Serious again, Chiaki transitioned, “But the problem is...”
Naoe, catching the change in topic, nodded. “Narita Yuzuru?”
“That bump on his forehead, that’s gotta be Nobunaga’s ‘Seed of the Demon King,’ Naoe. It not just dangerous, it could be the end of everything.”
“I know.”
“Oda was behind Date Kojirou all along, just like we thought. Those bastards implanted that thing in Narita. I’m pretty sure it was Mori Ranmaru who awakened him at the Houjou mansion. It looks like he’s back to normal after being release from the tree-binding, but his control’s paper-thin. He’s too unstable. His true self could re-appear at any moment.”
“Just what is his true self?” Naoe wondered gravely. “From the looks of it, someone has sealed away Yuzuru-san’s power. Any idea who that might be?”
“If I knew, this wouldn’t be such a problem. Feh,” Chiaki tsked, taking a seat on the tatami. “That humongous power is stronger than any weapon, and would make a pretty handy trump card for any of the «Yami-Sengoku» conqueror-wannabes. I’m pretty sure Kagetora performed kanshou so he could watch over Narita because he knew that. He’s probably the only one who knows exactly what secrets Narita’s hiding.”
“...”
“So if Kagetora dies, I doubt anyone else would have the power to protect this monster called Narita...” Chiaki concluded with a sidelong glance at Naoe, whose own gaze was fixed again on the lake outside. Naoe’s expression didn’t change, but his hand tightened its grip on the curtains.
“Nagahide,” he asked stiffly, with forced calm, “can the ‘Seed of the Demon King’ be sealed? It may prove difficult to remove, but I know you should be able to at least cut off its influence. No, just go ahead and do it, Nagahide.”
His emphatic inflection near the end revealed his sense of impending crisis. Message received, Chiaki nodded wordlessly. “If Nobunaga claims a bomb like that as his toy, none of us are gonna come out of it alive.”
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Naoe opened it to admit Maiko.
“My brother has just returned from the hospital, and we wanted to thank you. Is this a good time?”
Maiko’s brother Shinya followed her into the room. Dressed in a navy-blue blazer over a white T-shirt, he looked very much like the college student he was. His features were a close match for his sister’s, and, with healthy pink in his cheeks and youthful animation in his wide eyes, completely changed from his unconscious appearance in the hospital room.
“Hello,” Shinya greeted the two men, bowing deeply. “Thank you so much for saving me. My sister told me everything. I really don’t know what I can do to repay you...”
“Your thanks is enough.” Naoe’s expression gentled, and he smiled with gracious dignity. “You opened the door to your own rescue. If you had not called for help, no one would have noticed the abnormal supernatural events out here until it was too late. We’re the ones who should be thanking you.”
“I don’t really remember what I did, just that I called out to my sister.” Even now he felt as if he’d dreamed everything. Shinya looked thoughtful for a moment before chuckling slightly. “But if my wanting to be saved actually saved other people, it would make me very happy. ...I’ve never been able to save anyone before...”
A shadow crossed his face. Understanding what he had not said, Naoe remarked, “Your sister told me of your mysterious precognitive abilities.” Shinya’s head jerked up. But before he could reproach his sister, Naoe interjected, “I’ve known that people with special abilities like yours exist.”
In all probability, it was for his ‘psychic abilities’ that Shinya had been chosen as a sacrifice for the tree-binding in the first place... Not touching on that point, Naoe continued in response to Shinya’s look of surprise, “I doubt any outsider could truly understand the burdens you bear, and you have the right to reject my words as mere sympathy, but please listen for a moment. ...Even if you have borne the torment of this ability since you were born...” Naoe stated very, very quietly, “you must not surrender to it.”
“...Tachibana-san...”
"I think you already understand, but please allow me to say this: do not allow its weight to crush you. You who see those who are fated to die—you more than anyone must know the preciousness of life. For your own sake, and for the sakes of those who cherish you: your sister, your parents...
“...”
“I beg you not to lose yourself to it.”
Shinya stared at Naoe, stunned. Naoe’s words had brought back all the horrifying memories he had experienced through his ability. His eyes filled with tears. No one had spoken to him with such straightforward plainness before.
Closing his eyes, Shinya bowed deeply once more. “Thank you...so much.”
Naoe regarded Shinya as he might someone he had known for a long time. To Maiko, it was as if her brother’s heart were opening again, as it had been when he was young, before his ability had manifested itself. Shinya kept his head bowed against the ache of tears.
“Tachibana-san!” Naoe, in the corridor on his way to the phone, paused at the top of the stairs as Maiko followed him out. “There’s something I would like to say to you. Will you hear me out?” she asked.
Naoe looked a little discomfited, but responded gently, “What is it?”
Maiko hesitated, then lifted her head. “About what you said earlier...” she began, meeting his eyes, “what you told Shinya—I want to say the same to you.”
“...” The smile disappeared from Naoe’s face.
“Don’t allow yourself to be crushed.” Maiko repeated Naoe’s words to him with sincerest solemnity. “It may hurt, but please don’t surrender. Even if the one who is most important to you is also your greatest burden.”
“Asaoka-san...” About to ask what she was talking about, Naoe fell silent when he realized she was referring to himself and Takaya.
Hand clenched hard at her chest, Maiko gazed at Naoe with all her heart and soul in her eyes. “I love you, Tachibana-san.”
“...” Naoe’s expression reflected his surprise.
Maiko didn’t wait for a response before continuing, “I’m worried about you. I worry so much, and I know there’s nothing I can do for you. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone, and it hurts me to see you in pain!”
Stunned, Naoe looked back at Maiko. Her wide eyes searched his beseechingly. “I can see how out of control you are when you’re with them.”
“...”
“Why won’t you take better care of yourself? Even though you know how cruel they are. Even so, you’ll never leave, will you? Because you don’t want to leave.”
“...”
“Don’t let the pain convince you to push them away, even if the one you love is also the one who hurts you. Not when they’re so precious to you. Because you’ll always regret it.”
Unable to bear the torment in Naoe’s downcast gaze, Maiko bit her lips and looked down.
“I’m sorry for babbling about something that’s none of my business. But I love you so much...so very much. And I’m really just...bitter and so jealous...I’m a horrible woman. But I’m speaking from the heart. I think I can understand a little of how you feel...”
“How I feel...?”
“They’re so beautiful. It has nothing to do with whether they’re a man or a woman... Their presence alone is mesmerizing...so much so that it makes you lose all bearing...”
Pain suddenly flickered across Naoe’s eyes. Maiko faltered and fell silent, her tight-clenched hand trembling at her chest. Her eyes flashed up as her tears began to overflow.
“They’re so cruel, so selfish! Even though you love them so much! Love them so much that you hurt with it! They’re so self-centered! They don’t even know how rare a love like that is!”
“Asaoka-san.”
“Even though I would give anything for your love! Even though I could never have it no matter how much I hope, pray, and yearn for it...! They’re so cruel! Crueler than anyone in the whole wide world!” she wailed, and began to sob.
Naoe gently cradled her cheeks in the palms of his hands. Startled, Maiko lifted her head, lifting his hands with the motion.
“Tachibana-san...?”

Looking at her with calm, sincere eyes, Naoe said nothing, only shook his head. As if to say, “That’s not really true.”
“Don’t...speak ill of them,” Naoe said, pain on his face.
“...Tachibana-san. You really love them, don’t you. Love them so, so much?”
Naoe smiled slightly.
Maiko asked with her last hope, “But he’s a man, isn’t he?”
“...”
“Even so...?”
Naoe neither confirmed nor denied it. But it was clear the small smile hovering at his lips was not for her. Maiko, who could not help but wish for that smile to belong to her alone, always, grew sad again.
“Can you promise me?” Maiko looked down. “Don’t run away... Please promise me you’ll be happy. If they’re the only person who can make you happy...” Maiko lifted her head, ignoring the tears sliding down her cheeks. “...don’t leave them!”
The smile vanished from Naoe’s face. Expressionless again, he answered, “I won’t leave.”
“...”
“Not until the day I die... No, I will remain even beyond death. And...” Naoe closed his eyes tightly. “I want...to find happiness with that person. With the one I love.”
Maiko held Naoe’s eyes with all her might. This would be the very first and the very last time she would be so close to him, to meet his gaze which such openness. Yet tears blurred the sight of this man she loved. It was for the better, she wanted to think, but she knew in her soul how much of a lie it was. Pushing away that knowledge, Maiko added, “Don’t forget those words.”
“...Asaoka-san.”
“I would never wish unhappiness on you. Please remember that.”
The rest of the mopping up kept them busy that day, but they managed to finish up and restore calm as evening fell. None of the structures on Mt. Nikkou
had suffered heavy damage, fortunately, though areas around a few mountainside cliffs sustained landslides. All the tree-bound souls had been returned to their bodies without incident. Katakura of the Date returned to Sendai
after making his report. Kousaka had managed to vanish in the midst of the confusion, but in light of Ujimasa’s younger brother Ujinori’s demise at Mt. Kunou
, all indicators pointed to a Takeda plan to invade the Toukai region using Sagami as a launchpad.
And they had one remaining problem: Narita Yuzuru.
“Kagetora said he performed the freeze-binding ritual on the ’Seed of the Demon King,” Ayako told Chiaki. They were in the inn lounge where they wouldn’t be overheard by the young man in question. “That’ll temporarily prevent it from being used. Best-case scenario, it’ll necrotize, but I doubt it’ll be that easy. Those who’ve had the seed implanted in them before suffered horribly...” Ayako murmured gravely. “I can’t believe this is happening again...and now Yuzuru-kun’s caught up in it.”
“Fucking Oda. We shouldn’t have taken them so lightly just because Nobunaga’s still out of it.” Chiaki, seated on the sofa, gnawed on his thumb. “At least he’s not behaving like a spoiled brat anymore.”
“Kagetora said it was his miss. He’s blaming himself, but you have to give Oda credit for being so ingenious. I mean, to use Kagetora’s capture as an opportunity for something like this...” Ayako sighed, looking up at the high ceiling. “And now he’s really back to being ‘Kagetora,’ isn’t he. That transformation was scary. I wonder if it’s because his birth clan was involved this time.”
“He’s feeling down in the dumps, huh?”
“Yeeeeah. He doesn’t really let on, but... Sometimes...he has this look on his face, you know? I want to comfort him, but he’s always pretending he’s so tough, and I don’t know how. If I’m not careful and I say something to injure his pride, he’ll hate me and then I get scared and I can’t do it...”
“...Yeah, I guess.” Chiaki responded. Reminded of Takaya’s taciturn mask, he gazed out the entrance. “It’s even worse when the only person who can comfort him is acting like that.”
“You mean Naoe?”
“I don’t even wanna know what happened. They’re gonna have to deal with this going forward, or we’re gonna get dragged into this Cold War or whatever it is going on between them. I’m just praying that their personal affairs don’t screw up our work more than it already has.”
Chiaki crossed his arms and closed his eyes, falling silent as he listened to the grandfather clock’s chime. Its stained-glass exterior sparkled in the light of the setting sun. Ayako, too, quietly turned her gaze to the entrance out of which the two men had gone.
Lake Chuuzenji
was stained with twilight, its quiet waves glittering and lovely with the reflection of the last of the falling light.
Takaya had summoned Naoe out to the wharf to hear his ex post facto report.
The wind traversing the lake already carried a hint of autumn. Though long-sleeved, the thin material of his too-large shirt offered little protection, and his skin felt chilled as the loose material fluttered in the breeze. He had tucked his right hand against the open collar as if to warm it.
Takaya stood at the end of the wharf, his eyes fixed on the silhouette of a sightseeing boat gliding slowly across the lake. He did not turn to the man waiting behind him.
Naoe stood quietly gazing at Takaya’s back.
Takaya had already heard Ayako and Chiaki’s reports, and there was nothing especially noteworthy in Naoe’s, the details of which he recited with dispassionate professionalism. Takaya did not respond or nod, merely listened with his back turned.
“...That concludes my report,” Naoe closed in a monotone. “Do you have...any questions for me?”
“...”
Takaya did not turn. His face was turned downward, his eyes closed. The wind slipped past his shoulder to gently ruffle Naoe’s hair. Naoe bore Takaya’s silence quietly.
“—If there is nothing further, I will be heading home.”
Takaya’s eyes snapped open.
“Please allow Nagahide to accompany you back to Matsumoto
. Your father and Miya-san are very worried. I hope you will be able to reassure them that you are well with all possible speed.” Naoe bowed deeply. “I will take my leave.”
But before he could go, Takaya spoke for the first time: “Naoe.”
Naoe stopped and turned. Takaya was still faced away from him.
For long moments Takaya said nothing more, but it was a silence Naoe understood. For a few minutes more... Naoe gazed quietly at his master’s back.
“I can guess at your feelings, forced as you were to kill those who were once your own flesh and blood, ” Naoe said. “I honor you for performing your duty despite them. Please steel yourself to continue doing so in the future.”
“...”
These were not the words he wanted to hear, Takaya’s heart whispered. Though he knew the thoughts around which Takaya obsessively circled, Naoe deliberately refused to utter the words of comfort he wanted and awaited. Takaya’s hunched shoulders shivered minutely in resentment.
“Don’t act like a spoiled child with me,” he cut Takaya off before he could give voice to his vexation.
Takaya’s head jerked up.
“You only did what was necessary. You can console yourself with that.”
“Why are you...!”
“Shall I comfort you with this flesh, if that’s what you want so much from me?” Takaya’s shoulders quivered. Naoe continued coldly, “I can give that lissome body pleasure enough to make you forget every last hint of guilt. With a little patience, the pain will turn to pleasure soon enough. Be my prisoner, and I will never let you go. I would give you such delight, as a toy might...”
“...!”
“Have I angered you?”
Takaya whirled, so choked with indignation that he could not come up with a response. Naoe’s cold eyes narrowed slightly.
“...These words—” Naoe flung them at Takaya over the quiet murmur of waves, “—are...not a lie...” Pretending not to notice Takaya stiffening, Naoe continued in a measured voice, “I love you.”
“...”
“It doesn’t matter to me whether you’re a man or woman. I will always love you. I want you. Your body, your heart. I want all of you. I want you to be mine alone.”
Takaya stopped breathing. His nails bit into his chest. Was Naoe sincere? Or was it all an act? Naoe’s expressionless tone told Takaya nothing. The coldness of those words, spoken as if alluding to something in the far dead past, belied their content. There were meanings hidden behind those words that Takaya could not decipher. Losing all patience and unable to endure any longer, Takaya turned his back. Naoe was silent for a moment, his eyes bare of emotion.
Then he said, the words coming quickly, “...I will not ask what you think of me. Do as you wish, if you can’t even bear to look at me. But this is our job, and I will continue to assist you. I will be with you in my capacity as your subordinate, but that has no bearing on our private affairs.”
“...”
“We must handle this matter with Yuzuru-san with the greatest care. It is a problem that must be solved with logic instead of emotion, harsh though it may be. I have no doubt you will find the best solution with your usual composure, but please continue to be on your guard.”
Takaya bit his lip as he looked out over the lake. Naoe gazed wordlessly at his back, which seemed very lonely against the blue expanse.
“...”
The wind chilled him.
Naoe quietly slipped off his jacket. He walked up to Takaya and gently placed it over Takaya’s shoulders, whispering into his ear, “Please take care of yourself...”
“...”
“Be careful getting home.”
His emphatic “good-bye” sounded like an attempt to tear himself away. And at last Naoe turned and headed back to the shore. Takaya didn’t call to him again. He stared at a point on the lake as he listened to the footsteps receding down the wharf. Afraid now to look at Naoe’s back, he could not turn.
The footsteps faded into the distance.
And still Takaya could not move.
Waves broke against the wharf with tiny splashes: the boat’s ripples finally reaching the shore.
Naoe, too, faced resolutely forward. He had shoved all emotion beneath the surface, as if he had discarded even the capacity for feeling. He climbed into the Windom parked at the front of the wharf.
Takaya shook with helpless dismay at the sound of the engine behind him.
(I’m losing him—) He thought with agonizing uncertainty—an uncertainty approaching panic, thrusting into Takaya’s heart like a dagger.
He had felt this intense grief before: the day his mother had walked away—had left him.
(Even you, Naoe? Would you leave me again?!)
He felt an overwhelming impulse to call Naoe’s name once more. If he did, would Naoe come back? But another part of him brutally quashed the urge, leaving him mute.
(I don’t have that right.)
It was not Ougi Takaya Naoe wanted, but Kagetora.
(‘Takaya’ doesn’t have the right to call him back...)
Will you continue to run away from me?
(I’m not running away.)
He only rejected Naoe’s ambiguity. Perhaps it was true that Naoe—that he could ease Naoe’s pain. Though by what obscene acts he could not even imagine...
Would he be satisfied if I gave him this body? Even if it’s ‘Takaya’s’? Yet if it’s only ‘my current body,’ and not ‘Kagetora’ after all, could it mean anything more than a passing diversion to him, an hour’s escape from his pain?
(I won’t let that happen.)
Yet...Takaya circled, thoughts in disarray.
(Why, Naoe?)
Naoe’s heart was incomprehensible to him.
What he comprehended all too well was how little he knew of this man.
Was the tender affection of a protector for his charge the same as the love of a man for a woman? And what of lust? How could any love Naoe felt for ‘Kagetora’ be accompanied by such, when they were both men?
(I don’t understand you at all.)
How was he to understand this desire to hold in one’s arms a body of the same sex as oneself, when it seemed so unnatural to him? What was so wrong with the friendship they’d had? What had driven Naoe to spew those coldly offensive threats?
(Is that really ‘love,’ Naoe...?) he wanted to ask—though to do so was to invite more evidence of Naoe’s hate for him, more of that cruelty which crushed him mercilessly.
If he acceded, would Naoe stop before going too far? Would forced acquiescence satisfy him?
He wanted to know what lay behind that hatred—most of all, he wanted to know what in him ‘threatened’ Naoe. Without that knowledge, he could do nothing.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t need them—he had always pushed people away; why, then, was he allowing himself to be manipulated so thoroughly now?
The sense of betrayal was very real, for how could he forgive a trusted companion who had harbored such unnatural lust for him behind a selfless façade, and who now expected Takaya to tender payment with his body? For that was how it felt to Takaya, deny it as Naoe might. So why could he not bear to turn his back?
He didn’t want to see Naoe so wildly out of control; it was not the true Naoe. He truly wanted to believe that Naoe’s coldness and hatred toward him were due to some sort of misunderstanding between them, for that coldness was not in Naoe’s true nature. And even if both were genuine, surely there was some other, less twisted way to ease Naoe’s suffering?
Yes, there must be some way to release him from his pain without resorting to such perversions of the flesh.
(I don’t want to lose you like this...)
He didn’t know why that was the thought running through his head. Only...Naoe affirmed everything he was without saying a word. He wanted to answer that faith, repay that debt of gratitude.
(Liar...)
Even if Naoe were to leave him, there were others who never would. There was Miya, and Yuzuru. He didn’t have to be alone. Why, then, was he so shaken at the thought that Naoe might abandon him?
(It can’t be...)
Takaya fought furiously against his own heart. How could this have happened? This was not him. He felt only fear at his own weakness.
(It can’t be true!) his heart cried—but another part of him knew precisely how arrogant such a thought was.
He had only confused himself.
The choice was not his to make, for ‘Kagetora’ was the one Naoe wanted, not ‘Takaya.’ He didn’t want to be a substitute for ‘Kagetora.’ But the Takaya-that-was didn’t have the guile to use Naoe’s desire to bind him.
Who was this ‘Kagetora’ who would go to far to entrap Naoe?—who had he been thirty years ago, before he had lost his memories? When he’d been the person who should have saved Naoe—
He wanted to know what Kagetora had felt then, Takaya thought sincerely for the first time.
Why had Kagetora sealed his memories? What happened thirty years ago? Why did he torment Naoe so? He wanted very much to know the answers to these questions. More than anything else, he wanted to know his thoughts from that time—why had he locked his memories away?
Then, surely, he would know what his thirty-years-ago self had wanted of the present him, reborn into a new body without his memories.
And then...
(If I become Kagetora as he was before he sealed his memories...)
Takaya bit his lip.
(Would I have the right to think about him?)
If he discarded his current self...?
The colors of sunset set Mt. Nantai
afire—yet the glittering lake before him rivaled it in beauty.
His determination to plumb his past self’s heart had changed something inside him, shifted a gear into a dangerous position.
Though it was not something Takaya as he was now could have noticed.
Naoe had begun to call out of him those forgotten feelings buried deep in his secret heart, more enigmatic to him than the beautiful lake before him.
As Takaya’s lone figure on the wharf receded in his rear-view mirror, Naoe forced his eyes forward.
He suspected now that to have turned his back after confessing his love thus would lead the person he loved most in the world to commit dire transgressions one day.
(I want to know Kagetora’s heart...) Takaya resolved—a resolve which was without question the key to opening that door barred with the dread of knowing. Kagetora had sealed his memories, in all probability, to evade this very danger.
Takaya pulled Naoe’s jacket close and buried his face in the upturned collar as he fixed an anguished gaze at the lake.
Their parting had left so many things unsaid and unfinished, their hearts helplessly passing each other by.
Takaya narrowed his eyes against the glittering shards of reflected sunlight.
The splendor of the remaining light flooded Mt. Nantai
and Lake Chuuzenji
with a golden glow. Nikkou’s clear wind swept across the lake with its cool mantle of autumn.
A skein of waterfowl took flight.
Those taking the first steps on their journey could not know where their path led. How could anyone?
Even so, they had to stumble their way through the darkness.
That shadowy and unlit path stretched before him now.
END

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Thank you as always for your
Thank you as always for your hard work on these translations! How great that we now have another whole novel to enjoy thanks to you! There were many interesting details that the anime adaptation did not cover, so it has been really nice to read all these chapters. What was especially interesting was that moment where Takaya was momentarily aware of Yuzuru's connection to Kagekatsu. Hoping to see more of that in the upcoming novels.
Yay! I'm so happy to be able
Yay! I'm so happy to be able to finish this arc. There were definitely parts of the anime that made more sense to me after finishing these volumes. Thank you for all your comments and encouragement along the way!
Thank you very much for
Thank you very much for finishing this volume! :) I love your translations! Novel version is definitely better than anime. This chapter brought me lots of memories from the time I fell in love with MoB. Keep going the great job!
And thank YOU for your
And thank YOU for your wonderful volume summaries! I know that you've made a lot of people very happy. ^_^
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