That night they received some completely unexpected visitors.
Their guests were two men. That they were possessed by onshou was obvious at first sight, but oddly enough they displayed virtually no hostility towards the Yasha-shuu. In fact, their behavior was quite amicable when they approached Naoe and Takaya, whom they courteously followed to the second-floor Tea Room. The one with the shrewd eyes introduced himself as Shimotsuma Rairen, the younger as Shimotsuma Raishou.
“Our cooperation...?” Naoe’s eyes widened upon hearing their request. “Do you mean that you wish our help in attacking Narimasa?”
Rairen nodded quietly. Takaya was as surprised, but had not spoken since the start of the conversation. Immersed in his own thoughts, he had answered with dull disinterest even upon hearing of Rairen and Raishou’s visit.
Naoe refused to meet his eyes. The reason for Takaya’s moping was doubtlessly their earlier quarrel.
Naoe could not guess at Takaya’s thoughts. ...So he could not allow himself to fall into the same depression. He could not allow his emotions to interfere in his work; he was, after all, an adult.
“You must have already noted our work here in Toyama,” Shimotsuma Rairen began.
Rairen had been a temple official of the True Pure Lands School (Ikkou Sect) as well as a commander in the battle of Ishiyama Hongan Temple (now Osaka Castle). He could be called Kennyo’s tactical right arm, and in his previous life had been renowned as a superb strategist; with the Saiga Arquebus Corps and the Ikki forces of the North-Central Region, he had been able to freely maneuver provisions and reinforcements from the Mouri Flotilla to hold the Oda army at bay for ten years.
Raishou, also a temple official at Hongan Temple, had been in charge of the Ikkou Sect of the North-Central region and served as a liaison between Kennyo and Shichiri Yorichika, leader of the Kaga sectarians. In his previous life he had battled Oda’s Ikki-subjugation army and died in battle with Asakura Kagetane’s troops.
Naoe had been aware of their resurrection, but this was the first time he had come face-to-face with them.
The “work” Rairen had mentioned, needless to say, involved Sayuri’s onryou. Kousaka’s speculation about the Ikkou Sect using her as bait for Narimasa had been dead on.
“Much has reached our ears of your recent activities, including your extermination of Matsunaga Hisahide’s ‘Hiragumo’...”
Matsunaga Hisahide had formed an anti-Oda alliance with Akechi Mitsuhide. Which meant that the Ikkou Sect would also be their ally. Naoe inwardly cautioned himself to stay on his guard.
“We are, as you know, in the midst of preparations for battle and steadily expanding our anti-Oda Alliance over the provinces near the old capital and the North-Central region,” Rairen stated confidently. “Oda is the malignant tumor invading this world. We must prevent the Demon King’s resurrection at any cost, and make of this land of the rising sun a true Pure Land on earth. Takeda of Kai and Echigo and Houjou of Sagami once requested and have requested again that the Ikkou Sect revive the anti-Oda coalition of old...”
Takaya and Naoe looked up abruptly. Rairen continued firmly, “We were sent here to destroy the Oda forces in the north-central region. Here we will dispose of Sassa Narimasa, who leads the advance guard dispatched against us, and drive his evil from this place once and for all.”
“...”
“That cursed Narimasa is the leader of the faction of Oda forces which has performed kanshou. His demise would mean a dramatic decrease in Oda’s fighting strength. Do you not think this is an unparalleled opportunity to slay the head of the Oda forces?” Rairen pressed. He took a deep breath. “Will you not lend us your aid, Uesugi-dono, and join hands with us to bring about Sassa Narimasa’s end?”
“...”
Naoe glanced out of the corners of his eyes at Takaya, who was glaring steadily at nothing.
Killing Narimasa, a kanshousha, would certainly be a difficult proposition for them acting alone, but with the aid of Sayuri’s hate-filled onryou and these onshou of the Ikkou Sect, it was possible that they would be able to exorcise him for good. Their aim was the same. However—
(This is the Ikkou Sect...Kennyo’s followers.) Naoe was not about to let his guard down.
Rairen leaned forward. “What think you, Uesugi-dono?”
Takaya spoke for the first time. “We can’t help you.”
Rairen and Raishou—and Naoe as well—stared with surprise at Takaya. He gazed directly back at the two Ikkou commanders, clear-eyed and decisive, almost startlingly confident.
“The Uesugi cannot lend you our aid. Our power was not made to be used by the onshou. Sorry, but we refuse your request.”
“Wh-what are you... But...!”
“Don’t you think you’re barking up the wrong tree here? Or do I need to remind you that we are not onshou—that we’re here to make people like you disappear? And yet you’re asking us for help? Don’t me make me laugh.”
Takaya’s provocative tone shocked Naoe. Raishou half-rose at Takaya’s deliberate insolence, but Rairen stopped him.
“Then there is nothing I might say to convince you?” he inquired with perfect calm.
Takaya responded flatly, “None.”
The two sides glared silently at each other. Rairen thought for a moment, eyes hooded, before speaking again.
“We understand. Then there is just one thing we would like to ask of you—”
“... What?”
“That you stay completely out of this affair between Narimasa and our sect...”
“...”
Takaya’s eyes narrowed. “You want a promise of neutrality from us?”
Rairen, blotting sweat off his brow, looked gravely at Takaya, who still seemed dissatisfied as he thought upon his response. Sensing it, Naoe quickly responded for both of them.
“We understand, Rairen-dono.”
“...!”
Taken off guard, Takaya glared daggers at Naoe. Naoe ignored him, adding, “We will stay completely out of this affair with Sayuri. We promise not to lend our aid to either side. If you agree to two conditions.”
“Which are...?”
“One, that innocent bystanders will not be harmed, for any reason. Two, that this battle will come to a close within the next three days.” Naoe’s eyes flashed like the edge of a knife. “If you cannot put an end to this disturbance within the specified time, we will immediately intercede with our power of «choubuku». If that should happen, I will not be able to say with any certainty which side will fall.”
“Possibly both” was what Naoe had left unsaid. Rairen nodded firmly.
“Very well. Three days, then. Fear not, Narimasa will arrive in Toyama tonight. This battle will be concluded tomorrow morning,” Rairen informed them, and stressed, “We have your promise then, Uesugi-dono.”
“...”
Takaya made no reply, only gazed at the two servants of the Ikkou Sect in clear-eyed silence until they finally stood and left. Takaya looked after them grimly.
After a moment, he murmured in a low voice, “Why didn’t you let me answer?”
Though Takaya was not looking at him, the question was directed at Naoe. He had an answer ready.
“You were about to refuse their request for neutrality, were you not? I could not let you do so. We must not take the Ikkou Sect lightly, Kagetora-sama, for it is to us a natural enemy.”
Takaya still refused to look at him. Naoe remonstrated, “The soldiers of the Ikkou Sect are fervent believers who once fought to create the paradise of the Pure Land here on earth. Or perhaps calling them fanatics would come closer to the truth. These are the souls who remained behind in this world despite fully believing that they would reach their Pure Land once they died. Though they became onryou because of their hatred for Nobunaga, they follow no path but that of Amida Nyorai even to this day.”
“...”
“Their ardent devotion to Amida Nyorai will block even our power of «choubuku». We must be cautious in dealing with them...”
Takaya closed his eyes for a moment as he listened. “... I get your point. However—”
Takaya looked sharply at Naoe, his glare like a sword thrust parried and returned.
“!”
Naoe felt that gaze like a shock of icy water against his heart, and his shoulders quivered. Takaya delivered his warning with his eyes boring into Naoe’s: “Never forget this, Naoe. I will not overlook you answering in my place again. No matter the reason, the decision is not yours to make. Let me remind you of your place: you are my vassal; I don’t care what the circumstances—condescension from a vassal towards his master is impermissible.”
“...”
“Remember that.”
Chills ran down his spine.
Taking a thin breath past a constricted throat, Naoe looked down and managed painfully, “My...deepest apologies.”
“...”
Takaya gazed silently at Naoe, eyes cold. He was perfectly composed, as if he were merely exercising his natural right.
An emotion he had forgotten until now welled up into his chest as Takaya assumed for a moment the incisive manner of his lord Kagetora: an intense inferiority in the face of Kagetora’s innate talent.
Kagetora was a born leader, a gift Naoe would never have. Or at the least, Kagetora exemplified the qualities to which Naoe would always submit. Such was his inconcealable birthright—
A radiance possessed only by the Absolute...
How could he so unconsciously and yet so magnificently embody that gift? He held the power to bend others to his will so casually, though Naoe could never attain it no matter how he floundered; at times he envied Kagetora that power with ravening intensity. How cruel, then, was he to thrust the reality of Naoe’s inferiority back into his face. And yet Naoe could not help but surrender to him...sometimes he shuddered with the humiliation.
(This, though he has not even regained his memories—...)
For a moment he felt the impulse to overturn all his loyalties into treason.
He wanted to throw Kagetora down, to conquer this proud man who knew no fear.
Naoe bit down on his lip and clenched his hands into fists. A feeling he had forgotten.
The lust for conquest—
Perhaps this, above all, was the true face of his love.
Takaya stood.
He left without saying another word, his back a declaration, if unconscious, that he knew Naoe could never defy him—or that even if he did, Naoe would be no match for him...
At times the nobility of your back makes approach impossible, for it threatens the very self-respect of any who would try to follow you...
Your true self—overbearing, cunning, sublime—lies dormant within you.
And the mere glimpse of it from within his humiliation—
Was enough to ignite in him a predator’s desire for the hunt...
Upon returning to his room, Takaya sent a Gohou Douji of the Sword to check on Sayuri. He planned to remain awake and alert until there was activity.
He went to call Naoe at one in the morning.
“Kagetora-sama.”
“We’re leaving now, Naoe.”
Takaya’s face was unsparing, grim—the expression of one who had cast away his personal feelings. This was not the usual Takaya; the expression he wore belonged, without any doubt at all, to Kagetora...
“Sassa Narimasa is here. Sayuri’s noticed and is starting to grow violent. We can’t let it go on like this. We’re going now.”
Takaya’s ‘Gohou Douji of the Sword’ had spotted Narimasa at the Toyama Castle Ruins. Narimasa had entered Toyama that night, just as Rairen had predicted. When Takaya and Naoe arrived, Narimasa was standing quietly at the foot of the castle tower without his nue following.
“Narimasa...!”
Naoe stopped the Celsior at the entrance, and he and Takaya dashed towards Narimasa. Having sensed the ‘Gohou Douji of the Sword’, he seemed unsurprised at their presence. Though they had fought Narimasa just recently in Nara, he awaited them with unexpected calm.
“Uesugi-dono. So you came as well...”
He appeared to have been expecting them. Takaya, catching his breath, put aside his hostility towards the Oda commander for the moment to ask, “Did you come back here knowing about Sayuri? What are you planning to do about her?”
“...”
Narimasa, far from being agitated, displayed not the slightest change in expression. His clear almond-shaped eyes strayed towards the sandy river embankment. Even this far away they could distinctly feel the eerie malevolence of Sayuri and the kaki.
“I’m expected. I have no choice but to go.”
“It’s a trap, Narimasa,” Takaya warned him urgently, “one created by the Ikkou Sect to lure you here. They’re planning to bury you here.”
“I know.” Narimasa looked up, resolution in his eyes. “But I don’t care what happens to me. This is between Sayuri and me. It has nothing to do with intervention from anyone else. This day was always going to come.”
“But...”
“Have you allied yourself with Kennyo, Uesugi? Whatever the case, I’m not going to fight you here, not until I’ve settled things with Sayuri.”
Takaya was taken aback. Narimasa had already prepared himself for this battle.
“Go tell Kennyo that a curse lies on you all for awakening Sayuri with your foul hands.”
“Narimasa!”
“If that’s what you think, then hurry to Sayuri’s side!”
Another voice cut into their exchange, startling all present. They turned to see Kousaka Danjou appear out of the darkness.
“Rairen and his lot have been waiting for you. If you don’t hurry, Sayuri will begin harming innocent people. You don’t want this to get out of hand, do you?”
Narimasa’s lips tightened as he held his surging emotions at bay, pretending calm, but for a second bloodlust glinted plainly in his eyes.
“I know not who you are... but ’tis not my intention to fight anyone at this moment. Allow me to present myself to you later.”
“That’s if you come back alive,” Kousaka murmured, and smiled coldly. Narimasa bowed to the three of them, then turned on his heels and began walking towards Sayuri.
“Guess you scrapped Rairen’s proposal, hmm?” Kousaka directed at Takaya and Naoe maliciously. Takaya glared back at him sharply.
“How the hell do you know about that?”
“Information can come from anywhere. Feh. If you’d accepted you could’ve done away with Narimasa. What complete bumpkins you are.”
Naoe asked Kousaka warily, “Have you joined hands with Rairen?”
“Humph. Who would join hands with those reeking monks? The incense-stink would ruin my skin.”
Takaya glared at Kousaka with open hostility. “So you’re saying that Takeda isn’t allied with the Ikkou Sect?”
“My. And is that what you want, Kagetora-dono?” Kousaka scoffed at the tongue-tied Takaya and turned gracefully. “More importantly, shall we take our seats for the show?”
“You bastard...”
“You won’t be able to see anything like this again soon—a lovers’ spat over four hundred years in the making is about to begin.”
Kousaka walked off. Takaya could attack only with his glare. What a disgusting guy, he thought, and followed.
“Naoe?”
He turned to Naoe, still frozen in place, deep in thought. Naoe came back to himself at the sound of his name.
“I’m coming.”
Naoe was perhaps the one who came closest to guessing Narimasa’s feelings, though even to think on them was painful. Who else could have realized how terrified Narimasa was beneath that expressionless mask?
Naoe understood Narimasa’s state of mind—so well that it pressed like a weight against his heart. Though to say that he had made his own bed and was now lying in it was certainly not off the mark...
Narimasa was now setting out to confront his own greatest crime.
Sayuri’s form abruptly superimposed itself over Takaya’s.
(How will you face her...Narimasa?) he asked, almost tentatively. If he had even a flicker of hope...
This person whom he had wounded beyond forgiveness...
This person who hated him so deeply, whom he loved more than any other...
(How will you face her?)