21 The Japanese empire 5

the samurai's with the emperor tailed him into the keimusho, one amongst the samurai's carried a boiling pot in his hands, the pot had a long fork in it.

The ronin's scrambled in their minds, they seek to make out the mentality behind bringing in a boiling point,

The ronins know little about emperor takahiro's character, what pleases him the most, many thought it was wealth and power, though they are amongst what pleases him, but they aren't what gives him pleasure the most, rather, seeing his enemies and adversaries suffer gives takahiro the most pleasure and satisfaction.

"Have you come to squeeze the life out of us." Said osako, he couldn't let the emperor out of sight, he kept watching his every move, osako had began getting an idea about the purpose of the boiling pot.

Takahiro stood with his hands placed behind. he glanced at the ronins one after the other, he didn't know who to start with, after deducing for a while, he chose the most lively amongst them, master osako.

Takahiro took the fork out of the boiling pot, a fork with red hot edges was revealed. The ronins gasped in surprise.

Osako bulged his eyes, will that be placed on my flesh, that was his question, he writhed himself when the emperor started coming at him, one of the samurai's, came and gripped osako's two legs strongly, to stiffen him so to allow the emperor would do his will,

Takahiro placed the red hot fork on left side of osako's belly, the first touch bruised his skin, subsequent touches broke his skin, osako roared in pains, vivid lines stroke in his neck revealing the intensity of his pains,

The rest shivered in fear, dreading theirs in their own mind, Kubo wetted his pants, ungraceful Atsuki lost consciousness,

Takahiro smirked he put up the fork to his face and blew air at the fading red hot edges wasted on osako,

"Great evil glooms in your heart, osako uttered, his voice was faint out of weakness.

Because of that you have no regards for natural law." Osako added, he rested his head after that, he breathed heavily.

"Natural law?, The emperor mowed, he didn't quite get what osako meant by natural law,

His gestures asked osako a question, "did you not know the difference between evil and good even when you were a child?." Osako replied, he looked at the emperor seeking a reply, he got none.

"Kami has written a law in our hearts, that if we do evil, our heart will tell us we have sinned, that's natural law, but some have killed the natural laws in their hearts with evil and wickedness." Osako said, it drove the Emperor to wrath, he mounted fierce slaps at osako.

"Have him killed," the Emperor ordered, the samurai's drew their swords immediately, they are to slice him into halves from below the belt.

Midnights are times when the unusual takes place, some, unexplainable, some that have been experienced are still unexplained, an unknown force drew the keimusho door open, fierce winds blew into the keimusho, the ronins dangled violently it was as though a storm was coming, it was uncommon to experience such a wind during the dry seasons, it wouldn't be a wonder during a rainy season.

The sudden occurance took the samurai's attention, it was a catastrophic wind deserving of serious attention, it fizzled for a good long while and later faded.

"Save us oh holy kami's!." Osako exclaimed, when he saw an old man standing cruciform before the keimusho door, takahiro and the samurai's turned towards the door,

"Father" takahiro said solemnly, like he felt an affection, a seemingly impossible occurance.

Matsumoto yoshiyuko, commonly known as giron no yochi no nai or just giron no yochi.

Yoshiyuko ruled japan between 1591- to - 1650, he was widely regarded as the most powerful emperor's ever lived, the Shoguns barely influenced his rule, unlike his son takahiro.

Yoshiyuko wore his usual red kimono with dragon braids inscribed on the it's sides, he was a Ryu senshi ( a dragon warrior) samurai before he became emperor, the Ryu senshi samurai's barely exist nowadays, (1677), Ryu senshi has been replaced by the Shogun induced feudal military, that remade the samurai's into, the sen okami gaiyko or okami no senshi, (the wolf warriors) in the year 1667 after yoshiyuko on account of leperosy, Shogun bunta kawakami, also the chieftain of the wolf clan, okami ichizuko, changed the samurai's name to the okami no senshi.(the wolf warriors), he changed their dragon kungfu style of fighting as well, and made them use the wolves style of kungfu, which wasn't widely recognize in martial art.

Yoshiyuko moved further to his son takahiro, takahiro was numbed by what he regards before him, his father who has been dead for more than ten years stands before him, in full health, he couldn't even find the traces of leprosy that took his life away,

Takahiro couldn't leave what was happening unexplained, "how is this happening." Takahiro said with a smokey tone,

"It's me son, I told you I will always be with you, said yoshiyuko.

Remember?" Yoshiyuko gave him a slight nod.

"I do father, but, the dead do not rise again, said takahiro

how have you risen.?" He added,.

"The kami's sent me to you, for they felt this empire needed my assistance." Yoshiyuko said.

He moved to takahiro and slowly placed his two hands on his shoulders, takahiro could feel his touch and his healthy bones, like he has been living Paradise in a world beyond the skies.

"You are truly alive." Takahiro said, tears rolled down his cheeks out joy that his father had returned from the dead.

gen the oldest ronin cackled at the picturing, "Necromancy!." He uttered, the word seemed aimless, but yoshiyuko quite understood him.

He turned to Gen who mentioned the word necromancy, takahiro as well as the ronins and samurai's all stared at Gen, he seemed renowned in the knowledge of sorcery,

"Why not head back to your coven you evil witch, and let this kingdom be." Gen said.

"How dare you call my father a witch!." Takahiro yelled, he molded his fists tight in anger,

Gen cackled, takahiro seemed a threat to him in no way, what has he to loose, all his skin has been abraded with scars, his life has a leg across the world of the dead, "why should such a life be preserved, when it has been destined to perish," -gen thought-

"That is not a human nor a ghost, but a witch under a coven governed by a Necromancer, Gen said once more,

If you read the legends, written by Goren son of Gore, this, happening now, was explained there, gen said.

His story intriuged everyone, including the samurai's who weilded katanas intended for slaughtering the ronins, stood and payed attention to gen's words,

If you call my words a lie takahiro, tell the man beside you to swear she isn't a witch,

But witches do not swear, for if they swear, they shall be punished by her coven."

"Remind you I see a man before me not a woman.

Men aren't witches but women. Takahiro said, he judged Gen's words, a bit of it sounded like blasphemy against the dead.

"You see, you have blasphemed against, the dead, punishable by death,"

Takahiro drew his katana and sliced gen into half, below his belt fell to the ground, while the rest of him hung up, blood gushed out of him and smeared the whole floor,

"Any objector.?" Takahiro asked, the ronins didn't give a reply, or be sliced into halves like Gen, no scream, no squeaky cries, all kept their lips sealed and cried inwardly.

The ronins knew they were no more in the hands of the samurai commander who brought them to the Edo castle,

They cried four the fourteenth Ronin when he died on the way, for they knew the commander was given orders to keep them alive, but now they are in the hands of the persecutor Matsumoto takahiro, you dare not do any how before his presence.