The Courtyard Had a Cherry Tree, Planted by My Hand the Year I Was to Die; Now It Stands Tall, Spreading Like a Canopy-Heading to the Wave Front

Imagawa Yoshimoto silently called out "Little Che."

She did not ask anything else or issue any more orders. She simply watched in silence.

She let the translucent, pocket-sized phantom of Tetsu projected from her soul—visible only to her—remain by her side.

When she had nothing to do, Imagawa Yoshimoto often liked to stare silently at Little Che's phantom. Little Che would not speak either.

It was as if the Great Onmyoji Tetsu, who had suddenly appeared five hundred years ago, changed the course of her and the Imagawa Clan's fate, and could calmly say astonishing things, had obediently remained before her even now.

He listened to her, did as she said, and would do things for her that even she did not dare imagine.

Imagawa Yoshimoto knew why she had ordered the Imagawa Clan's army to advance toward the boundary of the living world. She knew even more clearly the true purpose of this journey.

It was not because she wanted to invade the living world or carve out a small piece of land in that "inch-by-inch precious" realm, like those foolish and greedy monsters, the other daimyos of the Warring States period, and the other forces of Everworld.

—Imagawa Yoshimoto was nowhere near that naïve.

She had always had only one goal: to find that person.

Uesugi Tetsu.

Five hundred years ago, Uesugi Tetsu had already been capable of accomplishing earth-shaking feats. He had even left behind "Little Che" for her and laid out plans for this age.

Then, five hundred years later, how powerful would the man named "Uesugi Tetsu" have become after enduring the tempering and trials of time...

Imagawa Yoshimoto's fingertip twitched.

Then the woman revealed a faint, indifferent smile.

But it did not matter.

Because I am Imagawa Yoshimoto.

The undisputed hegemon of the Warring