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Thirteen years of peace were had before the era of warring states began.
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The nations of the north, furthest from the epicenter, at last became infected by the spirit of the age, hurling themselves into the flames of war.
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As it is with most wars, a loser would be decided after a fierce conflict. Their cities were cast down into flaming rubble, and their nobles and their supporters fled into the mountains.
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Such a backdrop is hardly anything special.
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But into that inflection point of an era strode a wandering samurai dressed in luxurious robes.
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No, rather than "luxurious," perhaps it was more accurate to say that these robes were...
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Yes, that's right. It was a man dressed as a woman.
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In contrast, this samurai was accompanied by a petite girl wearing a haori that was large to the point of incredulity.
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In any case, they were a suspicious pair for sure.
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However, the two of them sauntered up to the checkpoint at the foot of the mountains as if unaware of this fact.
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Of course, they were immediately stopped by the ashigaru guarding the checkpoint.
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"Who are you?"
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This was a standard thing to say, but it was also an honest question in this case.
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"As you can see, we're just ordinary passers-by."
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It was a reply with no powers of persuasion.
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But the ashigaru who asked almost seemed to hesitate at the sheer lack of doubt in the samurai's tone.
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"Well, uh, could I ask you to come with me anyway?"
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"Ah. That didn't work, huh..."
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The samurai almost seemed disappointed. Suddenly, three ashigaru fell to the ground.
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"You planned to do this all along, didn't you? You horrible knave."
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The girl grumbled softly from the rear. |