Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26510601-20170503220630/@comment-26510601-20170505050657

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As soon as Keldran arrived, Gouda was already dead on the ground with his brains beaten in. Ieyasu turned, looking over at the person that had been haunting him for so long. Keldran Fūma. Just watching Gouda being so quickly disposed of, depsite what Ieyasu had been told before he couldn't help but flinch wincing in empathetic pain towards the man's quick downfall. That was when Keldran was already approaching him, starting to push him around and get in his face talking about how he was standing right next to the enemy.

The enemy? Ieyasu never did want to dwell back on his memories; it was starting to come back to bite him in the ass. Ieyasu stood tall, not shrugging to Keldran's advances trying to push him around. The silent rage he had been building since they left Taki was boiling over as memories, things he wanted answers for before the Akimichi Brothers set him on a path that only helped lead to things as they were now.

"Your love?! Your love?! I DON'T REMEMBER AT ALL WHO I WAS BEFORE I DIED, ASIDE FROM BEING SOME MISERABLE PIECE OF SHIT. WHAT I DO REMEMBER WAS BEING ALONE WHEN THAT FUCKING MONK CLIMBED OVER MY BROKEN BODY AND LITERALLY CRUSHED MY HEAD. IF YOU LOVED ME SO MUCH, WHERE WERE YOU?!"

Ieyasu's expression painfully twitched as his heart started beating faster, this whole situation was bringing about an episode. Those cold, last few moments filled with regret and fear as blood poured and oozed from every part of his body while the monk crawled over his body before crushing his head and ending the seemingly infinite pain that Ieyasu had been enduring in that one moment alone.

Regret and fear of being left alone by Keldran. Ieyasu felt hot, salty tears streak down his cheeks as he stared down Keldran. There were so many things he felt at this moment, things he never got the chance to ask himself and see if what he did was right while constantly on the move.

"I COULDN'T HANDLE IT, I WAS ALL ON MY OWN AND THE ONLY PERSON WHO EVER STOPPED AND ACTUALLY CARED WAS GONE. IT KEEPS FUCKING HAPPENING, OVER AND OVER. THE MAN WHO CARED TO BRING ME BACK AND GAVE ME A NEW PURPOSE AND LIFE, HE'S FUCKING DEAD TOO. THE ONLY THING I HAD TO PHYSICALLY REMEMBER HIM BY, WELL YOU JUST CRUSHED HIS FUCKING BRAINS. ANY 'DECENT' PEOPLE I KNEW, I CAN'T GO BACK TO THEM OR THEY'RE DEAD TOO. THE ONLY THING I COULD TURN TO, TO NOT MAKE THIS LIFE IN VAIN; WAS COME HERE TO SEE A REAL GHOST."

Ieyasu was angry, but he wasn't throwing punches in a village he had only just arrived to. After everything that had happened, the last thing he wanted to do was fight again, but that was just something that couldn't be asked for in a world like this. Ieyasu had already given up his life before for his village, for his people. Even after that he couldn't rest, someone had to bring him back into this world of pain once again. How ironic, these two used to be almost inseparable friends but through heartache and hardship they had been split and were now fighting each other again.