"Did you bring an end to the Tokugawa Clan's rule?"
Senji Muramasa seemed to have taken an interest in Sakumura. He walked over to his side, folded his arms, and asked.
"I merely acted in accordance with the times. Even without me, the Tokugawa Shogunate's rule could not have lasted."
"In my era, there was no longer any place for a so-called [Shogun]."
Sakumura had remained seated at the entrance of the hermitage. Though he had entered it earlier, still...
In any case, the Sakumura of now looked somewhat different from before.
"Mr. Sakumura, are you a Saber now? Like Mr. Muramasa?"
Holding a rice ball, Fujimaru Ritsuka walked over to Sakumura's side and sat down.
This was not Fujimaru Ritsuka's first encounter with Sakumura. The last time had been at the Temple of Time, when they had happened to have a chance to fight side by side. Before that, it had been during the Rome Singularity.
Sakumura Anno as a Saber... it did sound more natural than him being an Assassin.
Though Sakumura truly was an unparalleled assassin who had killed two shoguns.
"Perhaps this is the class best suited to me."
Sakumura nodded lightly. Compared to when he was an Assassin, he now seemed more... composed?
Like Senji Muramasa, Sakumura did not appear particularly old now. Yet the air unique to someone advanced in years... was not lacking in the slightest.
"I didn't feel it as much when you drew your sword, but now that you've sheathed it... According to the records, didn't you only live into your forties? Why do you have such an air of old age?"
Musashi, who was sitting inside the hermitage, said this.
Sakumura glanced back at Musashi.
"Perhaps because my life contained more than swords."
"That's troublesome."
Musashi scratched her head in