Lose?
Kiso Yoshinaka looked at the two breathtakingly beautiful profiles following closely behind him. He clenched his right fist, his gaze turning resolute once more as boundless pride surged anew within his heart.
Not necessarily!
The next day, clouds as thick and dark as ink hung heavily over the sky.
The neighing of warhorses rang clearly across this bloodstained wasteland.
If heroes always reached the end of the road, then was there some power that could break through this deadlock?
"Only a few of us are left..." Kiso Yoshinaka surveyed his surroundings.
"But..." He looked toward the Genji army, once his comrades-in-arms but now determined to erase him. Fury still blazed in his eyes, just as it had when he fought the Heike.
Tomoe Gozen rode forward and said, "...Let's go back. Let's return to Kiso together..."
Kiso Yoshinaka turned to look at Tomoe Gozen. She was covered head to toe in blood and grime, and blood and an iron helmet had cast a coldness over her lovely face. He turned away and said indifferently, "A man who still can't bear to leave his woman before death will be laughed at. You don't want people looking down on me either, do you?"
Charging through the enemy ranks on horseback, the blade of the man with vertical pupils was unstoppable. Any weapon in his hands became a murderous instrument.
Among the Genji commanders, Ota Hachiro Morishige, a strongman from Musashi Province known as "the strength of sixty men," charged at him with an angry roar. Yet Yoshinaka seized him alive, pinned him across his saddle, and cut off his head.
"Go!"
His furious shout drowned out the clashes and slaughter across the battlefield.
"Then—" Tomoe Gozen cut down the Genji commander leading the charge with a single stroke, then shouted, "Let