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Disclaimer: Mirage of Blaze and its characters solely belong to Kuwabara Mizuna. I’m just going to creep into a corner of her sand box and play the part of a wannabe historical writer. No profit has been made in the construction of this story.

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Chapter 43:

Hokutoshichisei Arc: Part Two

A/N: When the sickle-shaped seven stars appear in the sky…

Warning: Sexual situations, M/m, perverse undercurrents.

“Your shadow did not return, Tono. Could it be that something tragic has happened to him?” The idling one at the corner of the small lodging asked in a whimsical tone.

The regal man sitting by the side of the bed snorted. “He is indeed a great loss. But since Akito disobeyed my command he might have met his end at the hands of a more skilled adversary.”

‘Definitely a cold man,’ Kato Danzo burst out laughing. “If your faithful protector did not defy your orders, all three of you would not survive.”

Ujimasa straightened up throwing a menacing look at Danzo but remembered the weakened occupant on the bed and stayed where he was. “Hmph,”

Most of the ugly bruises and abrasions have been covered up in gauze soaked in herbal broth and topped with a thick dry layer. However, once in a while, the youth would moan and grimace in his slumber. As remedy, a lukewarm mixture would be raised to his lips until he swallowed most of the medicine to help manage his pain. Under close inspection, Kato Danzo had contributed treating Saburo’s injuries easing a little bit of the daimyo’s irritation. Perhaps it was the reason why Ujimasa tolerated most of the wayward shinobi’s crass remarks.

“Tono should agree that the Bakufu’s executioner is never to be trifled with. He is a dreaded foe that one does not dare to face, ill-equipped. After all, he did not only grow under the tutelage of Uesugi Kenshin but two exceptional masters of complementing arts also trained and educated him.” Danzo said pensively.

“So he could be one of Nagao Kagetora’s adopted sons.” The daimyo deduced shrewdly rubbing his chin with a crooked forefinger.

“That is not unlikely. However, Tono completely defied my expectations when he simply turned his back on the murderer of his late Lord Father rather than engage him in combat –Aiya!”Danzo pretended to cower on the ground when a random weapon flew past his head.

One cannot truly estimate Ujimasa’s temper; he hid a smirk. “What would the young lord feel once he finds out...?” That Ujimasa did not avenge their father and abandoned Fuma Akito to die?

Another disconcerting trait the Sagami Daimyo displayed was that the angrier he gets the icier his demeanor becomes. “An outsider dares to convey his concerns because…?”

“Tono, do you think after all the stunts and tricks you pulled to deceive that prideful creature, he will let you be? He has expressed his genuine interest in His Lordship and possibly to the young lord as well. He is a substantial threat to your household and he would not stop until he obtains what he wants… whatever that is.”

Ujimasa regards the shadow enigmatically beneath his lashes, “Who said I will let the vermin scurry off unscathed?”

Danzo did not lower his head. “But how would the estimable lord deal with him? With the demise of your guardian, Tono is foremost defenseless even to a defector like me.”

Unpredictably, Ujimasa laughed. “To such lengths you go to please. Speak your intentions plainly.”

Danzo half-knelt and placed a fist over his chest, “I ask Tono to employ this drifter a while longer to act as your sentry in the darkness.”

“And your reward?” The daimyo raised a brow.

“With the current state of affairs, Tono has the sole strength to challenge the rising tyrant. I would like to propose re-establishing the might of the Hojo.” It was unusual hearing such political eloquence from a mere tool of war. Ujimasa concludes that Danzo may have been influenced by someone with both imperial and military standing.

“You are referring to my brother Ujiteru. It is too early for that,” Ujimasa shook his head and added, “You have not answered my question.”

“The annihilation of Jiun-kei and the Ashikaga are enough rewards. However, on the subject of the Takeda, it is best not to wait for their recovery. Shingen-dono has an ambitious fourth son: Katsuyori-dono who does not need the ceremonial sword to lead the armies to war.”

Ujimasa contemplated for a while before responding, “But I heard from spies that Katsuyori is not in good terms with Kousaka Danjo. I was waiting for them to bait us with Ujiteru but the enmity between them seems enough to destabilize the clan. On the other hand, the Takeda also appear to be Nobunaga’s worst woes. Therefore it could be advantageous to gain their cooperation without compromising my brother.”

Kato Danzo’s eyes lit up. He had been hoping for them to reach the same thought. “Tono, a person who could provide us with leverage is on this island.”

“Brilliant.” The daimyo did not sound delighted in the least. “You are to regroup with the Fuma and bring the entire ensemble.”

“Understood,” The shinobi gave Ujimasa a lopsided grin and shrouded himself in utter blackness.

Another occupant of the shed who has kept her silence since the beginning of the conversation replaced the washcloth on Saburo’s forehead. She felt his brow with the back of her hand and frowned.

“Saburo-sama is still running with a fever. Please allow me to replenish the basin with cool water, Ujimasa-sama.” Hanaiin-hime who knew her way around the deserted Uesugi camp excused herself.

Ujimasa watched her leave. He could see the tension in her petite frame and could not blame her. When the hime learns of her betrothal to him, how would she react?

As for now, he identifies her actions as a courtesy to leave them alone.

The limp figure on the bed stirred and slowly opened his dark amber eyes. Ujimasa did not move and waited for Saburo to notice him. His young brother examined his surroundings sluggishly until he turned his head and their gazes met.

Saburo instantly became alert. In his haste to compose himself he had forgotten about the condition of his body and tried to sit up. Pushing himself on his elbows, pain seared through him making him almost cry out. But in the presence of his eldest brother and overlord, he forced himself to bear it and clamped his jaw though his body trembled and his eyes watered at the effort. By the time he managed to lean heavily against the wall, his skin was flushed and clumps of sweat lined his temples.

“You certainly are stubborn. Did I give you permission to get up?” The daimyo played his usual mien to see the effect.

The youth belatedly realized that aside from a generous swathe of bandages he was practically naked and shamelessly displaying it in the open. But being under the blanket was just too hot! Nonetheless, he replied, “Aniue did not give me permission but huddling in bed seemed more disrespectful.”

Saburo was still wary of him. Ujimasa brooded inwardly. Had this brat not paid any attention during the rescue or was he severely beaten enough to suffer a head trauma hence the memory loss? Or perhaps he has accepted to die and has never wished to be spared? But a rational part of Ujimasa dismissed such unrealistic expectations of gratitude.

Ever since the death of their father their sibling relationship had always been strained. No extraordinary act of kindness would immediately win this love-starved boy.

Recollecting his previous actions and temperament towards his young brother anyone would be shocked to learn that he had indeed left his stronghold, dressed up as a woman, played the role of a malevolent spirit, risked his confidence on a defector ninja, sacrificed his protector, and ultimately threw his chance in avenging his father’s slaughter to save his younger brother whom he hated and… loved.

If one would ask why he had been willing to endure all these then Ujimasa would say that it was filial instinct, which would have sounded both fictitious and convincing at the same time. In fact, Saburo could be experiencing a similar dilemma.

Ujimasa had always known that the root of all his hatred for Saburo was because of a twisted nameless thing lying dormant within him. Only the brat could ever provoke such a base, repulsive and savage emotion that threatened to shred his humanity and lordly pride into unrecognizable scraps of filth. However, witnessing Saburo’s incorruptible valor despite the atrocities he suffered awakened untainted affection long buried in a sea of bitterness.

When the youth refused to lie back down, Ujimasa came forward. Saburo was unable to look at him and flinched slightly as a large palm felt his forehead. “Your fever has subsided a little. But you are in obvious pain and a change of dressing is necessary.” The daimyo was about to stand and make himself busy when the youth quickly spoke up.

“Aniue, please I am fine as it is. You…” Saburo glanced at him nervously and was clumsily trying to tug the blanket to regain a little modesty. “…do not need to trouble yourself.”

For the first time together, Ujimasa noticed the delicate gestures and fidgety behavior of his youngest sibling. He found it rather endearing and was surprised (and horrified) at his reaction. But since he held preternatural control over himself, he did not show it outwardly.

The daimyo helps Saburo with the sheet and wraps it around his waist. In a low voice Ujimasa said, “You have clearly forgotten that night when you had shown me true intimacy with your nen ja* otherwise why would you be embarrassed?” Hiding the small wry smile, he walks across the room to pour medicinal mixture into a cup and wordlessly steadies the slender hand holding it.

*Elder partner in the shudo relationship.

Saburo drinks the tepid liquid obediently to conceal his flushed features unaware that Ujimasa was closely studying the likeness of their hands. If the lord wanted to have genuine proof that this boy is indeed his brother then it lied here.

Ujimasa placed the empty cup on a small table and started pealing the soiled gauze much to Saburo’s discomfiture. Even if it were Naoe or Kotarou, the lordling would not have remained completely submissive under their care but since the person tending to him was his stern aniue who rarely touched him, the youth was so keen to keep still that he was awkwardly stiff. He was like an errant child enduring the strict ministrations of his parent and could not quell his rapid heartbeat. There were a hundred questions racing in his head but he chose not to voice it out loud. Needless to say, his aniue was being very strange and Saburo was unused to being handled with so much gentleness by the sibling who previously harboured strong feelings of hatred.

So lost in his thoughts, the youth barely felt a feathery-light press on the largest bruise on his breastbone. “Another blow here could have crushed your heart.”

Saburo soon became aware of the lingering touch. The used dressings have all been stripped off and strewn all over the palette of his bed. Save the thin linen over his lap, Saburo’s lithe body and all of its gruesome markings were exposed once again. It was easier to direct his gaze on the appendage atop his chest than look into his eldest brother’s face. However, the youth bravely stared into the daimyo’s eyes. Enduring the weight and warmth of his brother, he spoke quietly, “Aniue, why did you save me?”

Ujimasa withdrew his hand and replied softly. “To prove you wrong… and probably not to disappoint Ujiteru.”

“Aniue…?” Taking advantage of Saburo’s baffled and confused reaction, Ujimasa fled from his young brother’s scrutiny and said, “I have to heat the herbal broth to reapply clean gauze. You rest for a while.”

Watching his aniue at work on a hearth both fascinated and surprised Saburo at once. Who knew the formidable Sagami no Kami could cope with menial household tasks? The sounds and smells from the narrow kitchen with Ujimasa’s back to him induced a very domestic atmosphere. And if not for the scuff of sandaled feet by the doorway, the youth would have been lulled back to sleep.

“Saburo-sama… you have woken up!” Hanaiin briskly set the basin aside and happily ran to him. She only stopped short when she saw the wound on his shoulder and the various injuries all over his torso. Smiling thinly she checked his brow instead. “Only a little warm, now. Your fever is almost gone.”

Saburo weakly clasped her hand. “I am glad that you are well.” And then suddenly remembering he glanced around. At first he was hesitant but he eventually asked his elder sibling. “Aniue, where are the others?”

Hanaiin made an inaudible sound of surprise. Even though she was witness to the daimyo’s vigil last night she was no stranger to the difficult relationship between the two brothers. Yet there was a different air about them today like hostile tension had been a thing of the past. She could not be sure though and waited for Tono-sama’s reply.

Ujimasa brought the scalding basin with soaked dressing to cool. “They will be arriving shortly. And by nightfall we will sail back to Odawara.”

They? Saburo puzzled at the word. Whatever became of Naoe and the others? Haruhie, Kuro, Nagahide-san… had they all been killed by that rogue, Kei? He visibly paled at the possibility. His memories of the battle inside the cave were hazy.

“Saburo-sama?” Hanaiin worriedly called to him.

The Sagami Lord pretended to be oblivious of what was currently going inside his brother’s head. He had never planned to discard Naoe Nobutsuna and his Uesugi companions carelessly after receiving a detailed account of their activities from Danzo. If they prove loyal to Saburo then they will be more useful to him alive than dead. “Stop thinking unnecessarily.” He chided that gloomy face.

Saburo was clearly upset but judging by how things turned out was more than he could ask for. With his eldest brother personally coming to his aid, Hanaiin-hime miraculously saved, and finally being able to head back home: Were these not too good to be true? His goal in negotiating with Naoe had been met so it did not matter if he would not be seeing Naoe again… right?

Then what was this ache eating a void in his chest?

Perhaps it was heaven’s punishment for conniving with his clan’s enemy.

Parting ways with Naoe and Haruhie were for the best…

He felt a smaller hand squeeze his.

Hanaiin who was close to tears was trying to comfort him. She must be blaming herself still for all the terrible things he had gone through and Saburo did not want that. He berated himself for his selfishness and he forced himself to smile though it killed him inside. Believing none of it, Hanaiin gingerly embraced him.

Later dressed in another set of bandages, Saburo drowned his sorrows in deep slumber.

XxXMOBXxX

Threading his fingers on the fine hairs of a smooth brow, Kotarou could not withheld the gesture of affection for Saburo even in the presence of the feudal lord.

Kato Danzo was responsible for leading Naoe Nobutsuna’s party here so he had no reason to linger in their company. As soon as he received the command, he went by on his own to make sure he was the first to reach his young master’s side despite the dismal state of his mind. Though he has recently lost his twin brother, grief was not his privilege.

“Kotarou, do you feel resentful towards me?” Ujimasa slowly asked. The Sagami Lord sat cross-legged by the foot of the bed while Hanaiin napped on the matted flooring to the left of Saburo.

“This tool of war does not know the meaning of resentment. To lay down one’s life for one’s lord is a shadow’s duty,” was the monotonous response.

Ujimasa studied the protector closely. “I greatly regret Akito’s loss but where does one begin to fill the missing piece?

Kotarou’s shoulders stiffened very minutely.

“I could always rely on Hideharu,” Ujimasa added dismissively but the elite shinobi would be daft not to grasp the real meaning behind his words.

“This shadow does not dare question Tono-sama’s judgment. Moreover, this body is no longer fit to become intimate with the young master.” A small shaft of unholy light permeated his abysmal orbs.

The daimyo’s expression becomes indiscernible. “I see. According to Danzo, you nearly lost control in the forest, is that true?”*

(*See chapter 37)

“The ‘earth’ of Kohryu’s poison that strongly taints me would upset the neutralized state of the young master*. However those with ill-intent towards Wakasama* are at grave risk themselves.”

Ujimasa laughed. “It’s interesting how you have not lost your serrated edge. I knew for a time that your loyalty is still with Father. Are you disappointed in me for not taking vengeance for him properly?”

“This tool of war is meant to serve the Clan Head of the Hojo at the best of his ability.” Kotarou stated objectively.

Their conversation was not meeting halfway but Ujimasa already predicted the outcome. “Do you really believe you are capable, Fuma Kotarou?”

It would kill Kotarou to relinquish his position to someone else but was he not half-dead already?

“I can never abandon the young master but I also cannot ignore my duty to Tono-sama.”

“My, my, what a predicament but I do not have the heart to force you. Choose carefully then.” It was a well-presented trap, apparently.

“Tono-sama, I hereby relinquish my appointment as guardian but does His Lordship also wish to dissolve my intimate bond with the young master?”

Hojo Ujimasa flashed Kotarou the same frighteningly dark smile few would ever see and live afterward. “No.”

He wants me to contest him, Kotarou shrewdly reflected. The overlord is truly hard to read.

XxXMOBXxX

The physician and elder of Hatsushima Island, Shinsuke watched the unmarked ship become smaller and smaller as it sailed in the distance. Beside him, Yasuda Nagahide who also decided to remain behind was in a pensive mood. Tomorrow, Nagahide would set out for the mainland to give Uesugi Kenshin a comprehensive report upon his return to Echigo. He believes it was his responsibility as Uesugi retainer to inform his lord of the loss of two comrades and the presence of a spy in their midst. His clan had a rough path ahead.

“Were you surprised of this outcome, Nagahide-dono?” The elderly man turned to him.

“Somewhat,” Nagahide dropped with an unusual frugality for words. He really did not feel like elucidating what he experienced inside that small lodging.

He had said to himself many times on that lunar night that he did not want to come across the Hojo daimyo a second time but fate had its way of going against his wishes. Hojo Ujimasa had behaved in the exact opposite of what had been predicted to come all this way to personally deal with the matter of his abducted brother and cousin. The Uesugi had seriously underestimated him and it had cost them dearly.

Having lost two strategic locations, namely: Hakone and Hatsushima, Nagahide honestly did not know how they could recover from this tactical defeat.

Moreover, he could not shake the eerie gleam in those eyes when Ujimasa-dono found out that he actively participated in Hanaiin-hime’s abduction and dared to verbally spar with him. Ujimasa commented he was an ‘interesting persona’ and persuaded him to switch sides; something he outright declined much to the daimyo’s amusement.

Hanaiin swiftly came in his defense and begged her elder cousin to spare him. Nagahide could not stand to be caught in between salvation and humiliation that he requested to be either dismissed or to commit ritual suicide.

“Stay awhile,” Ujimasa replied harmlessly with an irritatingly neutral expression and beckoned Naoe forward.

Nagahide immediately regretted his choice as he stood as a helpless witness. He was on pins and needles; the atmosphere literally crackling like a thunderstorm as his friend and former comrade entered the defensive ring flanked by the elder brother, the ninja assassin and Naoe’s precious treasure resting in the middle.

On the outside, Naoe seemed calm and composed but for one who knew him well, he was ready to throw caution to the winds and forcefully seize something that belongs to him. Nagahide feared Naoe would do just that thus he watched the scene unfold, barely tolerating the unblinking vigilance of the lethal shinobi.

Several quiet, inaudible exchanges transpired between the daimyo who clearly led the discussion and Naoe who stood fairly on his own. As the interplay dragged on, lines of tension never disappeared on Naoe’s solid frame when surprise abruptly flickered on his austere face. Instantaneously, a wan smile crept on Ujimasa’s features before he resumed dialogue with Naoe who mostly kept his silence.

Naoe stood up, made a slight bow, and to Nagahide’s shock assumed his place by the daimyo’s side.

Meanwhile, Haruhie who was finally given permission flew towards the unconscious Saburo and had to extremely restrain himself from adding further injury to his charge.

Yasuda Nagahide decided he had had enough and was about to leave when Ujimasa politely called for Shinsuke: a commoner.

The feudal lord and the physician moved to an adjacent room and spoke privately. The nature of their secluded conversation raised the airs of Nagahide’s suspicions. Who could possibly outrank Naoe Nobutsuna among the group? After a considerable amount of time, Shinsuke reappeared to summon Kuro, his taciturn aide.

…

The awkward encounter ended anticlimactically with Xin Kuro, the physician’s assistant invited aboard as Shinsuke’s representative, which Hojo Ujimasa fairly accepted. After the necessary preparations, they departed straight for Odawara. “If I may not be so bold, Shinsuke-dono, what did the Sagami no Kami ask of you?”

The physician shrugged. “Fate surely knows how to entangle threads. A fellow disciple and late friend of mine has complicated ties with the imperial court and the regional lords of Kanto. My medical expertise is being attributed to his.”

Nagahide frowned for a moment. “Ujimasa-dono wished to question your involvement with your fellow’s activities?”

The old man laughed. “No such thing though one of Hojo-dono’s eccentric subjects is unexpectedly well-learned of my proficiency in Chinese medicine. However, it is not I who had made the formula for the concoction requested— ah pardon me Nagahide-dono,” He half-inclined his head in apology. “I must not be making much sense to you.”

The Uesugi retainer’s brow wrinkled but it was not borne of total confusion. He was seriously pondering things out. “Hojo Ujimasa-dono wants a curative preparation for whom?”

Listening to him ponder out loud, Shinsuke’s dark eyes twinkled. Nagahide’s hazarded guess was nearly correct but he quickly parried it. “That aside, Kuro has more than enough potential to replicate it on his own if given enough time. My only woe is that my apprentice might never come back.” There was not a trace of sorrow in his voice.

“You do not wish to take sides in the war that is why.” Nagahide commented somberly. He has not recovered from the daimyo’s covert bullying.

“Yes as much as I have turned a blind eye on one warlord who annexed a part of the island, I am afraid it is best to allow another to slip past unknown. Hatsushima is a neutral land protected by her spirit. And I would like for it to remain so.” Shinsuke quietly affirmed while Nagahide murmured an incoherent reply.

At this, the physician perked in amusement. “Would you like to figure out how to deal with Hojo-dono’s waylaying tactics?” He clasped the reluctant Yasuda Nagahide and ushered him in the direction of his home. “Come. Let us discuss it over supper. Do you not want to keep this elderly man company even for a night?”

“Shinsuke-dono, you are even worse than the Hojo daimyo.” Nagahide grumbled but followed along.

XxXMOBXxX

In the dark and quiet of the mildly creaking cabin, a sole figure reclining on the bedspread instinctively sensed a darker shadow encasing him inside a four-limbed cage. Though he still felt weak and a little sore, Saburo looked upon the invader and anxiously hoped he was real and not some conjured phantom. “Fuma Kotarou,” He called withholding the tremor in his voice.

“Wakasama,” With that single utterance, a great pang of sorrow and of inexplicable nostalgia affected Saburo all at once and he knew this man could not be any other. But the blank and dull eyes in contrast to the evidently broken spirit given away by taut, desperate lines in his protector’s lean body… made the youth realize that something was grievously wrong.

The present Kotarou had shown traces of emotion that balanced his tumultuous killing aura.

Yet, in the past, whenever the shadow would succumb to suffering his expression would become as lifeless as he was dying inside.

Kotarou was reverting to his old self.

For Saburo this was devastating.

The youth could barely watch him be consumed by unending hollowness again. His tender and beautiful hands reach to grasp the marred face and when slender fingers brushed the scar, Kotarou’s lashes quivered.

“What troubles you?”

“This shadow is grateful for Young Master’s concern.” Kotarou answered tonelessly, uselessly, indifferently…

“Do I have to command you to tell me?” Saburo’s eyes narrowed. To dispel listlessness from this abysmal creature, feigned temper sizzled beneath as he coaxed Kotarou to properly respond to him.

Kotarou reacted in the way he least expected: seizing his wrists and having them pinned beside his head.

“What are you…?” Saburo was silenced by moist heated lips on the faint scar of his neck where the lethal beast first marked him. He braced himself to be ravaged as he was too exhausted to put up a fight when Kotarou paused, staring straight into his wide gaze.

Empty obsidian orbs liquefied. “Wakasama,” Kotarou finally shattered and whispered hoarsely, in tones so filled with anguish that would make any listener cringe in sympathy. But just as Saburo was certain that Kotarou would finally confess of his pain, the deadly shadow descended on him. Slim, bruised wrists held captive once again, Saburo’s clothes were shed until only the bandages remained covering his body. Kotarou undid those too and the toil of his hands were soon pursued by an arduous mouth and a hot tongue.

Saburo tried to thrash, could not— writhed, gasped, moaned and arched. Kotarou loved each bruise, each wound, and each deformity with such devotion and passion that made Saburo dizzy with ardor even before the protector kindled the youth’s weakness into burning need.

“Stop… A…a…uh…! Wait…Mnh!—” Before desire clouded his mind, Saburo feebly tried to resist many times even when Kotarou suckled him exhaustively, the tip of his tongue brushing fires of pleasure against the most sensitive slit. The youth’s belly spasm at each ardent stroke but he fought harder to hold back his cries.

“Rest assured, Young Master. I would not be so foolish as to join my body endangering yours. So you can let go.” Kotarou soothed huskily by a sweat-slicked thigh before taking the weeping object inside his mouth once more.

Saburo helplessly clawed the sheet, eyes squinting in his impending release, limp legs spread before the predator, biting against his left fist, his torso half-bent to watch his very dark lover feeding on his warm seed. The sight intensified his euphoria if that were possible and he bucked, dishevelled hair flying at the height of completion. He collapsed, more fatigued than before and could not remember what happened afterwards; eyelids already in half-mast and closing.

Kotarou carefully gathered his beloved’s spent and naked body against himself clinging to every scent, the lasting warmth as if these were his final moments with Saburo.

So when the wooden door slid open and a ray of moonlight cast illumination about two figures entwined together in the shade, Naoe found his nostrils flaring and eyes seething red at the scene.

The loathsome shadow’s features were serene as he cradled Saburo’s slumbering, vulnerable and obviously debauched form. Raven head pillowed against a sturdy chest, the youth rested dependently on Kotarou’s lap unaware of two possessive creatures vying rights to his favor.

~TBC

Post A/N: Naoe unwittingly walks into a scene… (Is this the reverse of Chapter 21?) Sometimes plots wiggle out of your grasp… like this one did to me. How did you find it by the way? Reviews, please.

For Michelle-san: To answer your questions, historically both Uesugi Kagetora/Hojo Saburo and Minamoto no Yoshitsune were betrayed before they committed ritual suicide.

And in the case of Celestials choosing/having avatars or incarnates is one of many Buddhist beliefs. For example in MOB Canon: Uesugi Kenshin became (one of?) the war god, Bishamonten’s incarnate after death. I just borrowed this idea.

Lastly, Yoshitsune and Saburo are by no means blood related (or they could be long lost ancestor and descendant if Saburo’s mother is indeed Imagawa-Minamoto) but their souls have been interconnected somehow.
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