"My lord! My lord!"
Inside the Tenshu of Rice Leaf Castle, a Samurai General hurried upstairs, armor clanking noisily with every step.
He ran at a half-trot while shouting.
But once he reached the top floor of the Tenshu, he stopped outside the main door, not daring to go straight in.
He only stood outside with his head lowered in respect and reported inward.
"In the city—many people in the city have seen that across the Changliang River, at Jiulin Mountain Changzai Temple, some strange phenomena seem to be happening. It looks like a Demon is at work!"
From behind the sliding paper door, through the play of candlelight, was projected the silhouette of a figure who, even in peacetime, still wore a set of imposing armor.
That armor was without question a heavy armament by contemporary standards in Japan, a high-grade set of first-rate equipment.
And precisely because of this bearing—wearing armor regardless of war or peace—that the person held very high prestige in the army.
