Dignity and humiliation

Chiyome entered the house and sat down without any greeting, getting straight to the point:

"You should already know about the matter concerning Mochizuki and Takeda; it's beneficial to both sides. Although we have some disagreements, they don't matter in the face of mutual benefit, right?"

Chiyome's words were meant to be an equal conversation, but when they reached Takeda Moritoki's ears, his eyes drooped and he glared at Chiyome.

"Is this your attitude? It doesn't sound like the words of a defeated man at all. Hmph, as if Takeda was begging you for peace talks!" Sang Shi slammed his hand on the table and roared Morotoki he stood up.

"If you've lost, at least act like a loser! You bastard!"

Chiyome looked up at Takeda Moritoki, and suddenly she understood why she hated her figure. Being inferior to others, always being yelled at from above.

Not happy.

"You're holding a knife, and you stood up during negotiations. Do you still want to talk, or do you want to fight?"

Let me remind you, your actions would be considered a threat to anyone else. But I'm still sitting here wanting to negotiate, for the sake of my family.

Don't get me wrong, before I would definitely have been prepared to fight; but now, you pose no threat to me, so I'm still sitting here.

As Chiyome spoke, Electric Current Push suddenly appeared, a golden current like a giant python, causing Morotoki to sit back down with a thud.

Seeing him finally reveal his disheveled state, Chiyome gave a contemptuous smile. At this moment, Morotoki felt that his last possession was being insulted, insulted by this defeated man, this lowly female ninja.

Being asked to marry into a powerful family meant that, as the son-in-law, he would lose his surname, Mochizuki, and be forced to take the surname Takeda, thus losing any chance to ever again attain power.

When he was so frightened by being publicly humiliated that he defecated, he also lost the dignity of a samurai. A samurai is honorable and noble, and someone who is so disgraced in public naturally has no right to be called a samurai.

Now, what does he still have? He's still a man, a man in this era who can openly trample on women!

But now, he was so frightened by a woman that he sat down! Morotoki felt that his last shred of dignity as a man had vanished like snowflakes.

"Alright, stop wasting time. Tell me your demands. What do you want? Money? You've certainly spent all your money on alcohol and women these past few days. Your purse is almost empty, after all, you haven't achieved any significant military exploits."

So, how much do you need to complete this superficial work?

Seeing his expression, Chiyome withdrew her power, but the contemptuous look and disdainful smile remained on her face, like a dull knife grinding against Morotoki's heart.

His face darkened completely, then he stuck out his tongue and licked his parched lips, saying:

"A glass of wine, requiring no money; once finished, all the past is erased."

Upon hearing this, Chiyome looked puzzled. She channeled her power to sense Morotoki's thoughts, but it felt like digging her hand into a quagmire—utterly disgusting and uncomfortable.

This guy's mind is in complete chaos. No, whether he's even lucid is another matter entirely. After all, judging from Mochizuki's intelligence, his recent indulgence has probably damaged his brain.

"Very well, if you break your promise, neither will the head of the Takeda Clan nor I."

Chiyome was about to fetch the sake Morotoki went to get it first. Hearing a thud from the back room, Chiyome slapped her outstretched hand a few times.

Why did I act so foolishly, even wanting to pour him wine? I need to change this habit immediately.

Just as Chiyome was getting angry with him, Morotoki had already brought a pot of sake. He took out a sake cup that was about the size of a basin and poured the sake into it.

The aroma of sake filled the air; it was undoubtedly a fine drink. Just when Chiyome thought this guy was finally starting to understand things, Morotoki's next move made her eyes widen in disbelief.

Takeda Moritoki placed the wine cup filled with sake on the ground, then stretched out his feet and submerged them in the sake as if soaking them, even splashing around a few times. The sake still had a faint fragrance, but it was no longer clear.

"Alright, drink up! Drink this glass of wine, and all our past will be wiped away!"

"Takeda Moritoki, do you know what you're doing?"

Chiyome's words were like the cold wind of a snow-capped mountain, Electric Current Push through the room. But this time, Morotoki showed no fear whatsoever. It was unclear whether he had given up on himself or was gloating at seeing Chiyome finally get angry.

"Hey, I think you don't know what you're doing, do you? What, you want to kill me? Come on! Kill me, Takeda, and the Takeda Clan will fight your Mochizuki Clan to the death."

Hahaha, come on! You have this power, but do the other members of the Mochizuki Clan have it? You can use this power to survive, but what about them? No daimyo will accept a traitorous ninja clan; you will only be wandering forever!

At his Morotoki, he was like a rooster with bloodshot eyes, croaking and howling at the top of his lungs. But he was laughing with unbridled joy.

Because Chiyome did indeed lower her hand from the hilt of her sword at his words. Seeing someone stronger than herself unable to do anything to her was truly exhilarating!

"What's wrong? Can't you do it? You're just a female ninja who stole this power from me and you're still so arrogant. If you hadn't taken this power that should have belonged to me, I wouldn't be in this state!"

You lot living in this brothel, do you really think you're any better than those prostitutes? Heh! Aren't you ninjas supposed to endure anything for your goals? Wasn't this what you were born to do?

Aren't you Divine Marriage Bride? Don't you even know how to serve a man?

Chiyome, think of your people! Drink this cup of sake! Now! Drink it!

Takeda Moritoki was spitting wildly, sometimes like a drunken, enraged madman, sometimes like a strange, eccentric rogue. But for him, at this moment, all the pain he had suffered had been successfully avenged.

Chiyome's eyes were bloodshot, her clenched fists were bulging with veins, and she almost bit her teeth to pieces. Takeda Moritoki's words were full of contempt, but they were all undeniable facts.

If it were any other man standing here, and if Chiyome didn't have the power, he would probably just laugh it off as if it were a farce.

The thought of the Mochizuki Clan and one's own dignity weighed heavily on one's heart at this moment.

If only we didn't have this power, this limbo is truly awful. Chiyome said this when she met Bai Mo, and the situation is the same now.

If one lacks power, if one is unaware of the hypocrisy of those elders, if one is powerless to resist... then one can accept this humiliation as if it were one's fate.

But now she has it, and she won't even think about "not having this power." It's a fact, a power that truly flows through her body.

Therefore, this insult was a thousand times, ten thousand times more painful for her.

Spitting on a homeless person is completely different from spitting on a multi-millionaire.

"Aren't you going to drink? Do you want me to feed you?"

Morotoki grabbed the wine cup, making a move to gulp it down. Chiyome was still struggling with her thoughts, but this pressure forced her to glare and growl:

"You bastard... you dog, you're asking for it!"