There were few men and women in all the land that were as unhappy as he. For all his wealth, for all his land, and for all his women, he still could not summon the energy to smile. Nor did he need to. There was no one that he had to please. No one that he had to suck up to. But he was still not satisfied.
He could not remember the last time he had lost a battle. He was quite sure that he never had. And then, out of nowhere, when the odds were so heavily in his favour, he had fallen at the first hurdle. The tiniest little obstacle.
Even just saying the man's name aloud was enough to send him into a fit of rage. Oda Nobunaga. That was the biggest stain of his life. Even his councilmen would not dare to mention him anymore.