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Dreamscape	By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Yuzuru!� Takaya ran to his friend�s window and pounded on the glass, the pane thumping against the side of his fist and numbing any sensation there. �Yuzuru! You in there? Man if you are, open the fucking door!�
Chiaki, who was pressing the doorbell and getting a sinking feeling, called Takaya back. �I guess we got here too late.�
Takaya rang the doorbell impatiently. �You don�t think Ranmaru just burst in here and adducted Yuzuru. His parents should be home by now. Wouldn�t he be a little stealthier? You know, show more tact?�
�I don�t think you�re in any position to talk about tact, Takaya.� Chiaki said and sighed and removed Takaya�s hand as it continued to assault the Narita family�s doorbell.

�I�m kicking down the door.� Takaya said and got ready.
�Christ, don�t start kicking people�s doors in. Think about the neighbors. You act like a common street thug.� Chiaki said, in that deadpan voice as he began to reach into his pocket for something. He pulled out a hairpin and then began to pick the lock.
�And you call me a common street thug.� Takaya said, as he paced in front of the door like a wild animal, waiting for it to be opened. When the resounding pop of the lock sounded, Takaya not waiting for an invitation, pushed open the door.
�Damn, that son of a bitch.� Takaya said, as he saw what used to be a remarkably clean and neat house in shambles. The shards of a porcelain vase littering the floor and the peonies they once held scattered over the green living room carpet. Furniture was upturned left and right, like a wind had blown past here and had singled out every piece of furnishing in the room.
Takaya, looking around wildly now and searching for Yuzuru and any sign of his parents and finding none in the main part of the house, rushed over to dentistry office that was in another section of the house. To his relief, he found both Yuzuru�s parents there, thankfully alive. Yuzuru�s mother was laid out on the bed that was used for patients who were woozy from the aftereffects of laughing gas, while Yuzuru�s father was on the floor, his jaw looking busted up and blood on his shirt.

�Chiaki, I found them!� Takaya yelled across the house. He could hear Chiaki jogging up to meet him, his friend hitching his glasses up and looking down at the father. Takaya, who was already on his knees and trying to sit the father up, was helped by Chiaki, both of them lifting him up and carrying him over to the dentist chair. They sat him down in it and tried to assess the damage. �It just looks like he got roughed up, nothing too serious.

Chiaki looked over to where Yuzuru�s mother lay. �Well we can give Ranmaru some props. He knows how to treat a lady.� Chiaki said, completely straight faced and with that biting sarcasm that made him who he was.
�I hope she�s okay.� Takaya said and leaned down to get a better look at Mrs. Narita. �Man, shouldn�t we call an ambulance or something. I mean, it�s not serious but��
�Yeah, but we can�t get the police involved, especially with Yuzuru missing, the first thing they�ll do is try to contact him and if they can�t reach him they�ll automatically assume the worst.�
�Like Yuzuru did this.� Takaya said and looked around at all the dentistry tools scattered about on the floor, the metallic sheen catching the glare of the overhead white light.
Chiaki pulling his cell phone out of his pocket began to dial a number, his other arm bending at the elbow so he could catch the time on his watch.
�Who are you calling?� Takaya asked, as he continued to watch over Yuzuru�s parents.
�Someone who you don�t need to know about.�
�You got some Yakuza ties?� Takaya asked, tapping his foot and looking at Chiaki as the man continued to give the address and description to the stranger on the other line.
Chiaki gave him a strange look and then snapped his phone close when he was done. �C�mon, we�re leaving. Someone will take care of this�don�t give me that look�they�re just going to take the Naritas somewhere safe while we look for Yuzuru.
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Takaya, biting his lip and fumbling with an end of his jacket tried to not think about Naoe. He tried to pay attention to Haruie and Yuzuru in the front seat, who were discussing the information that Haruie was able to scrounge up on Ranmaru�s trail. It was now 3:47 pm; the sun was hidden behind sweltering smoke-colored clouds and the air was thick with rain and dust.

�He�s been spotted around the club district.�
�Why is he roaming around there? Did someone spot Yuzuru with him?�

�No. But it makes sense. I heard �Eiji�s� having a concert.�
�God, you�re kidding me. He�s that egotistical that he�d would still go on with a show.�
�He wouldn�t be Nobunaga if he didn�t take on impossible odds.�
�Shit, he might as well have given us an invitation. I�m just scared about his fan-base. They might riot if we show up to crash the party.�
�Yeah. I don�t like how we have to go out in plain daylight like this. It�s like he�s trying to draw us out.�
�He thinks we won�t show up. He was always such a showoff. Always trying to one up an enemy.�
�Hey Takaya. You alive back there.� Haruie said, as she turned around to face the young man sitting in the back seat of Chiaki�s car.
Takaya, continuing to stare out the window, his murky green eyes cast over and reflecting the passing scenery like a mirror. If he had his long hair and war-armor, Haruie thought, he would have been the splitting image of Kagetora, with his expression so familiarly forlorn that it made Haruie�s heart ache. She�d seen that expression on Kagetora�s face before, right after he was separated from his family and was made to go through all the hardships that made him how he was. She had also seen that exact look on his face the night he�d left Minako to go after Nobunaga. It was the look of a man who was deep in the throes of love and could not do anything but let that love slowly eat away at him.
She could definitely understand what that felt like.
�Hey.� Haruie said softly. �You hungry?� She found herself saying out of nowhere. She knew there wasn�t really anything she could do to make Takaya stop feeling this way. She could lesson the heartache for a second, but then it would come back, the pain brighter and more real than ever, for it was always rougher on the one that had to sit around and wait.
Takaya broken out of his concentration gave her a strange look, �Naw, I�m not hungry.� He said casually enough and then went back to looking out the window like Naoe existed somewhere out there, like he existed somewhere within the illusion that was the forming cloud or iridescent wave that curved under that sky.
�Keep looking out like that and I might feel the need to hug you.� Haruie said under her breath.

�What?� Takaya asked, still looking out at the clouds and not paying her too much mind.
�Nothin� Never mind.� Haruie breathed out and turned back to look knowingly at Chiaki, who had turned tight lipped throughout the conversation. He seemed to be hunched over a bit more in his seat, a thoughtful expression hanging off his face like his spectacles.
�He�s no fun when he�s like this.� She said, and she could see out of the corner of her eyes that Takaya hadn�t even budged.
�Well let�s see if we can put a stop to that.� Chiaki retorted and pulled into the club district, the blandness that it was, now that it wasn�t decked off in flashing lights and rampant club goers gave both Chiaki and Haruie a disorientated feeling. Takaya still amidst daydreaming hardly noticed a thing.

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�My feet are killing me.� Haruie complained. �That damn Nobunaga, making me walk all this way so I can see his semi-unattractive mug.�

�Haruie, you�re a wonder unto yourself.� Chiaki said, giving her a sidelong glance as he sat on a barstool and ordered up a salty dog. He showed the man his fake ID and turned to Takaya, �You feel anything weird in the air?� Chiaki asked and Takaya, eyes scanning like a tiger on the prowl, eyes almost a shade of gold, shook his head in quiet resentment.
�No.� Takaya said simply and his eyes seemed to sharpen more, like a razor had shaved off the innocence those eyes could sometimes radiant and tossed it to the nightclub�s dingy floors.
�Damn. He�s not making his time. Those fliers said he�d show up at ten, but it�s almost eleven.� Chiaki grumbled.

Haruie responded, �People are getting antsy. I guess he likes to make an entrance.�
�Yeah well let�s hope that�s all he does.� Chiaki said and looked around.
Takaya still looking around suddenly snapped his head towards a group of tables that took up a lounge area.
�What�s the matter?� Chiaki asked, noticing Takaya movements.
�It�s weird over there.� Takaya pointed his finger at the lounge area, the place buzzing with activity. Someone was suddenly standing on a table. No, two people. Takaya could make out the familiar blonde head of his friend. It was Yuzuru!
�Shit!� Takaya hissed and ran in the direction of his best friend. Chiaki and Haruie were hot on his heels, pushing past the crowd and elbowing the ones that were especially stubborn. Takaya the first to make it out was suddenly thrown into an open space in front of the table he had spotted his friend standing on.
It was Yuzuru. This was definitely Yuzuru. Even though he was in weird clothes and had a strange expression on his face. Takaya had also noticed that Ranmaru was also standing on the table with Yuzuru, Nobunaga�s young page smirking as he caught the glare in Takaya�s eyes. There was a man sitting at the table, black shades and a baseball cap on, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, silvery blond hair escaping in wisps from underneath his hat.
�You piece of shit!� Takaya had immediately dived for his throat, but Chiaki and Haruie had been there in time and had grabbed onto Takaya�s arm, both holding him back by a grip on each elbow as Takaya glared fiery daggers at the man in front of him.
�Well isn�t this a surprise.� Nobunaga said in completely unaffected tones. He put his cigarette out on the table and uncrossed his legs, only to cross them again and lean forward. �How�s it been?�
Takaya looked like he was about to explode.
�Not so good.� Nobunaga commented. He then looked up at the two boys who were currently standing on his table. �You like what I�ve done with him, kind of plain when he was brought to me. You understand the need for improvement.� He gestured towards Yuzuru, the boy looking like the ideal dress up doll. His regular clothes having been exchanged for some kind of white silk button up shirt, the buttons stopping at the halfway point and tight leather pants that made him look even skinnier.
Takaya cringed when he saw the choke collar on his friend.

�I must treat my pets nice if I want them to stay obedient.� Nobunaga crowed and sat up straighter when he heard the song change. �Ah, dancing music. That�s exactly what I need.� He said and clapped his hands extravagantly to the side, like he was taunting a bull. Takaya tried to ripe himself away from the two still restraining him.
Then to the horror of all that was sane, Yuzuru and Ranmaru started to dance, right on top of the table, while Nobunaga and all that was under heaven looked on. Both boys moving in a hypnotic fashion around each other, not staying in one spot, but constantly moving, slowly, steadily, and all the while making Takaya even more angered.
�This is bad.� Chiaki stated, not the dancing of course, now he hated Ranmaru like a case of rabies, but the boy sure as hell knew how to move and strangely enough, innocent Yuzuru, who was in a trance btw, was also quite skilled in that arena. Those two were way too pretty together and judging by the gathering crowd around the table and the lingering smile on Nobunaga�s lips, there was no question about that fact.
�This is bad.� Chiaki said again and he could feel the tension in Takaya�s arm, tension that said he didn�t liked to be fucked with�well unless it was Naoe�and that if you fucked with him then you better not bring any of his friends into it.
�Control yourself Mr. Ougi, or you might hurt someone in the crowd with that nasty look on your face.� Nobunaga, the bastard was reminding them that they weren�t alone and that if someone were to even react, innocents would be dead left and right.

Takaya didn�t rein his irritation back any, his eyes still glowering. �You have something that belongs to me.� Takaya said and in Takaya-speak this meant, �give me back my boyfriend or I bust your face in.�
�Oh, I seemed to have misplaced whatever this something is.� And in Nobunaga-speak that meant �I�m not going to hand Naoe over just like that because you�re throwing a hissy fit at me.�
Takaya clenched his hands. �I don�t give a shit about this place or the people that came here to get high, or drunk or felt-up.� Nobunaga�s eyebrow rose at Takaya�s words. �You think I care for any of these people. I kill them. I�ll kill them all if you fuck with me and don�t give me what I want.�
Chiaki knew fighting words when he heard them, but Takaya sure as hell wasn�t holding anything back. Chiaki had a feeling that the boy wasn�t bluffing either, and that put him and Haruie in a real predicament, as they had to keep the peace, not cause mass destruction on downtown Tokyo.
�Ah, I had no intention of doing that.� Nobunaga said and threw off his hat and sunglasses. He stood up suddenly and bypassed Takaya like a breeze through a humid battlefield. �Why, I didn�t come here for you. I came here to have fun.� Some people were starting to notice who was in their midst and some girls started shrieking about �Eiji-kun� so it was no surprise by the end of the song currently playing that everyone in the club knew the star had arrived.
Takaya looked on in rage as Nobunaga walked up to his stage and mounted it like a horse, his hands stretching out towards the crowd and his voice booming over the speakers as he held a microphone in hand. The thunderous applause and whistling was deafening and only getting louder.
The tension in Takaya�s arms seemed to triple, as the war general stood up and commanded, like troops, his legion of fans. Their thunderous applause and shameless calling out, like love-starved children making the air in the room even stuffier.
Nobunaga was about to sing a song, just like that, like the Uesugi clan wasn�t even here, staring him down and demanding his attention, and something--Takaya deemed it his sanity--had snapped in that one fickle moment.
�Naumaku Samandabodanan Beishiramandaya Sowaka"
Chiaki despite the knowledge that Takaya was very close to snapping didn�t expect it to come this fast or hit this strong. A gale of power started to blow around the boy, some club-goers in the back were alerted to the sudden change in the air, the fiery breath of something fierce tugging at their innate self-preservation.
�Naumaku Samandabodanan Beishiramandaya Sowaka" Takaya repeated again and Bishamonten appeared for a brief flicker before immediately transcending into his sword form. Chiaki knew that if the Rairin-hou was used in such a small space, there was bound to be casualties, and not just against the club-goers and Nobunaga, but themselves too.
Nobunaga still standing on the stage, staring transfixed as Takaya held the long sword in hand, ghostly traces of heaven from which it descended still clinging to its form. The startling contrast to the dark club making Takaya the immediate focus of the room.
�This is not covert.� Chiaki said and backed away; because Takaya was about to unleash the full fury on Bishamonten, guardian god of Uesugi, divine judgment incarnate raining down on their heads.
�I say we grab Yuzuru while we can, before this place collapses.� Chiaki called to an equally stunned, but much slower at recovering Haruie. �I�ll take care of Ranmaru and you just get Yuzuru out of here.�
Haruie nodded her head in recognition, but everything cognitive seemed to fly out the window when Takaya began to steadily move forward through the crowd. People naturally moving out of his way, some seemed to sense the strangeness radiating from the sword and the boy wielding it, as others were dense to the magical affects and thought it was some kind of prop. The crowd was deafeningly silent.
Takaya like some kind of angel of justice mounted the stage slowly, the sword clenched in one hand as he carried it with purpose, eyes possessed with a demon glint. The crowd became uneasy when they noticed their pop idol was only standing there, like a man waiting to be put to the guillotine, the microphone limp in his hand.
�I�m gonna crucify you, you messiah-complex-freak.� Takaya seethed and he stepped forward, raised his sword, the sudden winds gusting out uncontrollably and pushing the crowd back. The reflective surface of the blade catching the glint of the cross on Nobunaga�s neck, worn not out of piety, but decoration.
Takaya swung the blade down and it was here that the first shriek of recognition for what this situation really was sent the course of actions for the spectators. The gusts of wind continually blowing people back and also destroying tables and chairs with mass amounts of spiritual pressure. The crowd panicked and in a mass exodus everyone began clamoring for the exits, screaming and knocking over everything in sight.
Chiaki and Haruie were pushed to the side. Their focus completely lost as the panicking crowd swept them away like a fast river current.
Nobunaga had stepped back and his face took on a peculiar mix of disbelief and humor. �Using Bishamonten like a common sword. You�ve got som--�
Takaya without another wasted moment swiped the sword at Nobunaga�s head, a thin line of red tracing his cheek as the sharp gusts of wind made the sword�s blade even sharper. Nobunaga stroked a finger over his cheek, his index coming away red.
�You little bastard.� He spat out, finally incensed beyond that cool persona he put on. �You think you can come in here and ruin my fun. I�ve been doing this a hell of a lot longer than you have kozu and you think you can desecrate me like this.� Nobunaga�s eyes shone with cold clarity. �I am Maru the tempter. Have you any idea what that title means?� He asked and his tone was violent, his temper surely getting the better of him. �I am the demon lord of desire. Have you any idea who you�re messing with?� Nobunaga accused and his tone was acidic, like his aura that seemed to burn the air that touched him. Fire seemed to lick at his body, and like a halo of flames it spread out from the radius around his being and swept in opposing waves against Takaya�s own spirit.
Takaya lifted the long sword again and the air pulsed with magic, vibrating like a tuning fork in the proximity of a piano�s concord. He stepped into another swipe aimed for Nobunaga and the war general jumped off the stage when he realized his space was gradually being limited by Takaya�s maneuvering. Nobunaga moved towards the glass dance floor, the clear squares lit up by blinking different-colored neon lights. Takaya jumped down right after him and Nobunaga had no choice but to summon a goshin-ha to block off the boy�s attempt to decapitate him. The blade clanging against the barrier, the immense power of Takaya�s swings actually passing through and disrupting the neon floor under Nobunaga, splinters of glass and light particles being trapped in the bubble of Nobunaga�s shield, the bits of debris suddenly floating in the air as Nobunaga activated a kekkai, switching naturally from goshin-ha to this new barrier. Takaya�s chi now being trapped within that space and converted into Nobunaga�s power, as the war monger dispelled of his kekkai in one hand signal and jumped out of Takaya�s reach, the splinters of glass and light particles falling back to the floor when removed from the time stopping amber-like chrysalis that was Nobunaga�s kekkai. Nobunaga clenched his right hand and the black family crest on the inside of his wrist suddenly began to grow, the flower petals spreading themselves out across the expanse of his hand. The skin turning black and dying under the flux of continuous bursts of energy attacking certain cells. Takaya charged him, but was shocked out of his murderous trance when his blade was caught by Nobunaga�s now blackened hand. Takaya tried to pull Bishamonten away, but Nobunaga tightened his grip, his now long, black fingernails scratching into the blade. Takaya yanked at his sword and was again surprised when Nobuanga suddenly let it go, the momentum making him stumble backwards.
�I�m not inexperienced like you Kagetora.� Nobunaga said and his eyes were burning crimson, his aura swirling around him like a hungry serpent. �My body is my weapon. You just have extensions of your soul.� He clenched his one blackened hand, the hand that had easily blocked Bishamonten�s power. �You might want to take notice of that.� Nobunaga said and he walked forward. �If I even touch you with this hand, these fingers,� he waved them at Takaya, �my power will enter through your human vessel and kill it instantly. The disease of the Oda clan they call it. We�re a contagious bunch.� He laughed and stopped in front of Takaya. �Do you think you�re fast enough to dodge the hand of god, or would you rather skip these formalities and just surrender right here and now?�
Takaya didn�t think he had anything to counter such a power, but he sure as hell wasn�t going to back down just because Nobunaga had pulled out another trick from his endless arsenal. Takaya pointed his sword at Nobunaga, completely ignoring the stain of black fingers on the blade of Bishamonten, the contagion that was Nobunaga�s spirit already affecting his sword.
�You asked for it.� Nobunaga said and in a flash of red light he had vanished. Takaya jumped back before the hand he was expecting could reach for him. The dark fingers, like spider legs grasping for his face. Takaya swung out the sword in defense and connected with nothing but air, and Nobunaga using his ill-timed swings as a weapon against him, was given the chance to get a hand full of black hair. Takaya could not react in time and Nobunaga, reaffirming his hold on the boy�s hair pulled Takaya forward, his own momentum already carrying him towards Takaya as he plowed right into the Uesugi with a raised knee.
He connected with Takaya�s sternum and Takaya hit the floor in what seemed like an earth shattering thud. Nobunaga naturally gliding over him and landing unharmed a couple of feet away from the now convulsing Takaya, his sternum having been jolted against his heart and causing the blood in his veins to stop for a gut-wrenching second. Takaya coughed harshly, curling in on himself and trying to get air into his lungs.
Takaya knew Nobunaga hadn�t used the black hand on him, but had put it out as bait to draw him into swinging and leaving himself wide open. He saw the shadow of Nobunaga standing over him, the war general smirking down and nudging him with the toe of his boot. �You�re just a worm.� He spat out and reared his foot back and connected it with Takaya�s ribs, sending the boy sliding across the floor and away from his sword. Takaya curled tighter on himself, internal injuries making him spit up blood and saliva. He saw the shadow again, hovering over him like death. �You should know you�re place by now Kagetora.� Nobunaga placed his boot over one of Takaya�s shoulders and pushed down until he had the boy flat on his back. Takaya cried out when Nobunaga pushed down even more, the heel of his boot digging into the old wound he had received from the paper demons. �You keep trying to dig yourself up from the shithole you put yourself in, but� Nobunaga pressed down even more viciously, �You�re never going to solve anything. You�re just going to be the eternal pawn. For your father,� he leaned all his weight on that foot, �For your generals,� he smirked down at Takaya, �and for that lowly mongrel Naoe.� Nobunaga reached out the black hand for Takaya�s neck, getting ready to hammer the final nail into Kagetora�s coffin.
�Ari Nari Tonari Anaro Nabi Kunabi"

Nobunaga�s hand stopped before it could reach Takaya and he smirked. �You think using that incantation will save you?� Nobunaga noticed the iridescent shield now encompassing both him and Takaya.
�Air Nari Tonari Anaro Nabi Kunabi.� Takaya said, voice strained as pain flared up everywhere in his body and the concentration it took to summon up the power to perform choubuku was making him feel faint.
�You can try and exorcise me, but with your power as it is right now, I doubt you could even exorcise a simple onryou.� Nobunaga brushed some hair out of Takaya�s face teasingly with his good hand, �But it�s so cute that you want to try.� He smiled and Takaya wounded and ragged as he was grinned back.
Nobunaga thrown off by Takaya�s sudden expression and also angered by it closed his right hand around Takaya�s throat, but to his horror, his hand was no longer black, but the harmless pale color of the other one.
�Who said I was trying to exorcise your entire soul.� Takaya said and stretched his neck out to see where his sword was.
�Naumaku Samandabodanan Beishiramandaya Sowaka" Takaya chanted and the sword vanished from where it lay on the ground and reappeared in his grasp. Nobunaga tried to jump back, but Takaya grabbing him by the powerless hand slammed it to the ground and using Bishamonten, stabbed the sword through that hand, pinning it to the ground. Nobunaga howled and Takaya suddenly on his feet kicked him in the face, blood splattering across the floor in an arc of red.
Takaya gripped the hilt of Bishamonten with both hands and putting all his being, all his strength and all his voice, he shouted the monosyllabic chant, �BAI!�
Nobunaga still trapped in the shield, his body also physically paralyzed by the power of Bishimoten�s blade, the god�s energy coursing like poison through his system and making him terribly weak, still desperately tried to wretch himself from the blade.
Takaya concentrated all his power in his hands, channeling them into the sword that both pinned and poisoned Nobunaga.
�BAI!� He shouted again, and the syllable ripped through Nobunaga and seemed to shatter the bond holding his soul to his human body.
�You fucking Uesugi!� Nobunaga shouted and tried to pull the sword from his hand. Takaya immediately stepped on that sniveling hand, pressing his sneaker into the bone and hearing them twist and shatter like the attachments to his body.
�You should know your place.� Takaya said as he mashed Nobunaga�s hand down. �Grovel you insignificant bastard!!!� Takaya shouted and the words ripped like another chant through Nobunaga, his eyes losing color and his mouth going slack with the onset of death. Nobunaga slumped forward, his hands still clenched in a fist, eyes still open, but staring at nothing, the war general having already passed on.

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A/n: I like my fight scenes bloody and violent. And truthfully I don�t enjoy the fighting in Mirage of Blaze, because it seems pretty stationary to me. They stick to one spot and they throw energy blasts at each other. Not my cup of tea. I�d rather fight scenes like Naruto, or Samurai Seven (the 1st fight btw. Kanbei and Kyouzo I nearly wet my pants with glee) But if you like the fighting in MOB, remember my opinion doesn�t mean much. I really tried to put movement and diversity here, so I hope somebody liked my bastardized version and interpretations of the certain powers our possessors�possess. Heh, couldn�t find another word for that.
Definitions taken straight from Wikipedia and this awesome MOB site, the web address is http://www.petronia.net/mirage/glossary.html.
1.Rairin-hou- when Takaya makes Tobatsu Bishamon-Ten take the form of a sword. �Naumaku Samandabodanan Beishiramandaya Sowaka" is the chant used to summon Bishamon-Ten.
2.Cross- I made Nobunaga wear a cross because he�s considered one of the first Japanese people to wear European clothing. Also he became a patron of the Jesuit missionaries in Japan. He burned down a bunch of Buddhist temples and killed a lot of monks too. Sounds like a great guy. He never converted to Christianity though, because it�s possible he saw them as "merely useful and somewhat amusing diversions."
3.Maru, the tempter- the ruler of the sixth heaven, from which Nobunaga gets his title, �demon lord of the sixth heaven� from. Maru is lord over the tenma, which tempt people from the path of enlightenment. Maru rules over all desires and pleasures. (Pretty fitting name for Nobunaga)
4.Goshin-ha- a defensive move that creates a spirit-shield that can be used as defense against someone else�s attacks, physical or spiritual.
5.Kekkai- a spiritual barrier. Can either keep bad things out or sometimes to keep worse things in.
6.�Ari Nari Tonari Anaro Nabi Kunabi" It invokes Bishamonten�s protection within a certain radius of the caster, protecting him/her from anyone who would try to harm them. Also notable, this is Naoe�s chant, so the fact that Takaya�s using it is symbolic.
7.Choubuku- this is the type of exorcism, which is only granted to the Uesugi clan. It allows the exorcist to send the ghost against its will into the purifying flames of reincarnation. The caster binds the ghost and invokes Bishamon-Ten (guardian god of Uesugi clan) asking him to grant them the power to exorcise the restless spirit.
8.Onryou- vengeful spirits of the dead.
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