Feudal Japan
On the Kurosawa side of the battlefield, 30 seconds earlier......
She never really liked that man, she thought.
As she looked at the warrior upon his black horse, she could guess why her father didn't like him very much.
"That man was always angry," said her father, Hayashi.
"At who?" asked Kazehana, though she already knew who.
"At us."
Why, she had always wondered, but feared the she would never get an answer, hadn't asked.
She looked at the army of sable-colored armor, all bearing both the crest of Yama no Okami on their chestplates and helmets and the same savage expression on their face.......
Except one.
The ashen fur, those eyes, reminiscent of the night sky, that handsome face, nothing at all like his father!
Could it be?
As soon as they locked eyes, she knew he was the one.
"KYAAAAAAAAAA!'' said the Kurosawa warriors, rattling her out of her thoughts.
The battle had begun.
She never really liked that man, she thought.
As she looked at the warrior upon his black horse, she could guess why her father didn't like him very much.
"That man was always angry," said her father, Hayashi.
"At who?" asked Kazehana, though she already knew who.
"At us."
Why, she had always wondered, but feared the she would never get an answer, hadn't asked.
She looked at the army of sable-colored armor, all bearing both the crest of Yama no Okami on their chestplates and helmets and the same savage expression on their face.......
Except one.
The ashen fur, those eyes, reminiscent of the night sky, that handsome face, nothing at all like his father!
Could it be?
As soon as they locked eyes, she knew he was the one.
"KYAAAAAAAAAA!'' said the Kurosawa warriors, rattling her out of her thoughts.
The battle had begun.