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LiverisGoodAs far as awakenings went, it could have been far more pleasant.
He had gone from flames to the sea. At least, he thought it had been the sea. To be honest, there was a part of him that hadn't believed what he was seeing before him.
A goddess? How absurd. He'd never believed in such things. He'd never accepted the existence of such beings. To him, faith was placed only in that which one could achieve with their own mind and body, and that of those who shared their cause.
And yet...
If he was dead, and simply seeing one final dream before the end, why not accept it?
The voice that came out of his mouth in harsh coughs could not be missed, as he tried to force whatever was inside of his lungs out. It was nothing like the deep, commanding voice he had possessed before his death.
Oda Nobunaga sputtered, a clear, viscous liquid splattering to the ground beneath himself.
Or rather, herself.
"Paah... how unpleasant," said the small black-haired girl, sitting back on her knees and gulping in air to recover. There was no denying the obvious, this was nothing like the body she had left behind at Honnoji.
Certainly, the clothing was to her liking. Black, and fine in quality... nearby sat what had to be a hat with the symbol of the rising sun.
But the body beneath them, well, even if she had not heard her own voice there was no missing the fact that she was now a girl.
"... Haha, is this to be my body in this world?" questioned the almost doll-like, crimson-eyed figure, "How unexpected! Not only to live again, but as a girl?"
She took another deep breath, filling her lungs as she rose to her feet. There was no longer a possibility of this being a dream. The discomfort of coughing up that clear substance was far too real. The feeling of the air on her skin, the fading dampness of her lengthy hair...
No dream felt like this.
Nobunaga took another deep breath.
The room had clearly been the sight of some kind of battle. Weapons lie strewn about, chairs overturned. A spear had even been embedded into a wall... how impressive! Had that Antler-bearer been here? Ah, but he would never have been unable to retrieve his weapon.
Her breathing was becoming more stable, now.
The small girl, of course, noted she was not alone. Sharing the room was a figure that was impossible to mistake as anything else: No matter how she did not believe in such mystical entities, the fact that her eyes had fallen upon a kitsune was impossible to ignore.
"I awaken as a girl, and alongside a creature of legend? This is indeed an auspicious start!" she declared, spreading her arms with a grin.
The fact that she had awakened where a battle had taken place, with no knowledge of her surroundings, was not lost on her however. Even as she spoke, she had noted that one of the weapons lying on ground was a very finely-crafted katana, beside its sheath. And it wasn't the only tool of war she recognized...
Arming herself only made sense.
"Am I to assume you, too, were so recently met with one who called herself a goddess?" she asked, picking the blade and its sheath up and reuniting them, "Perhaps after suffering an untimely end?"
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He had gone from flames to the sea. At least, he thought it had been the sea. To be honest, there was a part of him that hadn't believed what he was seeing before him.
A goddess? How absurd. He'd never believed in such things. He'd never accepted the existence of such beings. To him, faith was placed only in that which one could achieve with their own mind and body, and that of those who shared their cause.
And yet...
If he was dead, and simply seeing one final dream before the end, why not accept it?
The voice that came out of his mouth in harsh coughs could not be missed, as he tried to force whatever was inside of his lungs out. It was nothing like the deep, commanding voice he had possessed before his death.
Oda Nobunaga sputtered, a clear, viscous liquid splattering to the ground beneath himself.
Or rather, herself.
"Paah... how unpleasant," said the small black-haired girl, sitting back on her knees and gulping in air to recover. There was no denying the obvious, this was nothing like the body she had left behind at Honnoji.
Certainly, the clothing was to her liking. Black, and fine in quality... nearby sat what had to be a hat with the symbol of the rising sun.
But the body beneath them, well, even if she had not heard her own voice there was no missing the fact that she was now a girl.
"... Haha, is this to be my body in this world?" questioned the almost doll-like, crimson-eyed figure, "How unexpected! Not only to live again, but as a girl?"
She took another deep breath, filling her lungs as she rose to her feet. There was no longer a possibility of this being a dream. The discomfort of coughing up that clear substance was far too real. The feeling of the air on her skin, the fading dampness of her lengthy hair...
No dream felt like this.
Nobunaga took another deep breath.
The room had clearly been the sight of some kind of battle. Weapons lie strewn about, chairs overturned. A spear had even been embedded into a wall... how impressive! Had that Antler-bearer been here? Ah, but he would never have been unable to retrieve his weapon.
Her breathing was becoming more stable, now.
The small girl, of course, noted she was not alone. Sharing the room was a figure that was impossible to mistake as anything else: No matter how she did not believe in such mystical entities, the fact that her eyes had fallen upon a kitsune was impossible to ignore.
"I awaken as a girl, and alongside a creature of legend? This is indeed an auspicious start!" she declared, spreading her arms with a grin.
The fact that she had awakened where a battle had taken place, with no knowledge of her surroundings, was not lost on her however. Even as she spoke, she had noted that one of the weapons lying on ground was a very finely-crafted katana, beside its sheath. And it wasn't the only tool of war she recognized...
Arming herself only made sense.
"Am I to assume you, too, were so recently met with one who called herself a goddess?" she asked, picking the blade and its sheath up and reuniting them, "Perhaps after suffering an untimely end?"
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