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𝕭 𝖊 𝖍 𝖔 𝖑 𝖉 my perfect spears of conquest!
ravenmikako Those 𝖛 𝖆 𝖑 𝖎 𝖆 𝖓 𝖙 of heart make your stand now!
The body of a young man lay amongst the rubble of what was Tokyo. Clad in a red armor and a leather half jacket, the young man held on two spears tightly in both hands. A sudden gasp escaped the lips of the brown haired warrior, lightly coated in small rocks and debris. Slowly, the man’s chest rhythmically pulsed up and down as air entered his lungs and his consciousness awakened. His eyes were heavy but they gradually opened to witness the new and strange world before him. Blinking and trying to take the weird surroundings in, the young man urged his body upward, moaning from the sudden feeling of blood rushing through his veins. It felt as if he just woke from a very long and still nap.
The red headband around his forehead flowed behind him as he sat up, dusting himself off. The six sen coins strapped around his neck rushed together, making the soft sound of chimes in the desolate landscape around him. “Where… where am I?” the confused general asked, getting up from the ground. Sanada Yukimura had no idea where he was or what he was seeing. Being a general from the Sengoku period of Japanese history, the rubble of concrete buildings and stone was truly overwhelming. He has never witnessed such monuments of architecture in his life time, and what exactly happened?
The last thing he remembered was fighting with his rival, Date Masamune, in the fields of Kawanakajima. The intensity of that battle grew but the moment the One-eyed Dragon drew all six swords he blacked out. Now he’s in a time far from his own, and the confusion wrought his brain.
“Hello? Is there anyone around?” the man cried out, hearing his voice echo through the rubble. “You’re Lordship? Sasuke? Hello?”
