The soldiers looked at them strangely as they returned to camp.
"The siege was meant to take three days… don't tell me they lost?"
Was a common whisper that went around. They were men of the larger armies, and felt themselves to be above the likes of the common rabble a couple of small landowner samurai could drum up.
But then they saw one of Okabe's personal guard clutching a servered head in one arm, whilst Okabe wore a small smile on that pale face of his, which was a rarity in itself, and certainly not something that would happen should they be defeated.
//Author's Note
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