Rejoice!

"Did we win?"

A man asked, as the looked at the backs of the enemy, fleeing. Their bow ashigaru had fled without even a fight – 50 men in total. A few yari ashigaru had managed to escape, but their numbers were insignificant. The men that were left could pose no trouble. It was an overwhelming victory.

"Aye! We won!"

Gengyo announced. They had defeated the enemy in more ways than one. Not only had they beaten them on the battlefield, but they had also crushed Oda's fear tactics before they could propagate. Now, when tales were told of how 50 of the men had sliced their own throats, they would not feel fear, but instead scorn! For that army had fallen to a lesser force.

"REJOICE, MEN! FOR YOU HAVE FACED THE DEMONS OF HELL, AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE. LET YOU FEAR NOTHING FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS, AND LET THE WORLD, INSTEAD, FEAR YOU!"