Not much time has passed since the meeting with the Uesugi and the Senada clans and they've already handled many preparations. The only thing that was left was just to set out on that ambush to the Hojo. It was night, both clans went in quietly instead of attacking huge. Uproar inside and out the Hojo castle quickly arose. Kotaro was in on the action too.
Y/N was at her own house sleeping when the God of Fire came into her dreams.
"Y/N, wake up. Wake up. You have to go to the Hojo castle. This is my apology for what I have done. Kotaro would like to see you there. Wake up and go to him."
"An apology? You think I'll take anything after what you've done?! Thanks for the info, but I'll never forgive you even after death. I will never forgive you. Use and abuse you I will. I know Kotaro would tell me to forgive someone is to willingly give yourself up to restriction. If I forgive you, then even a clean slate is a restriction. Trust is a restriction. It's the worst thing because you can take it away and disappoint. Holding on to people, be it yourself or to others, needs to be broken."
With that last message, Y/N woke up. Got herself quickly ready, grabbed her weapon, and headed to where Kotaro was up against two clans.
Similarly, Kotaro was up against the same issue of having to break off restrictions. He only served the Hojo for money, but that sole bread giver is a restriction... Or is it? He only held onto serving the Hojo because with more money, he could no more of whatever he wanted, but only the Hojo? What if there were other opportunities while still gaining money? Is the possible collapse of the Hojo castle the restriction of Kotaro's freedom or will it be freedom itself?
Y/N finally arrives on scene, not looking for Kotaro frantically as she knows doing that will only get in his way.
'But just a glimpse... Let him see me just a bit so that he knows I'm here..!'
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