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"Might I say, that was an extremely poor choice of words, young Akiyama." Jikouji purred with a smile.

Akiyama glared at him sharply, his lip twitching. The old man had an arrogant tongue. He would make sure to end him personally, once this first obstacle was overcome.

Gengyo was drawing his blade from the scabbard, tutting lightly. "It is a shame. You are worth much to this army of yours. You are the cement that binds these average men together. Your strength is your army's weakness."

They did not even see him move. One moment he was sat on the back of his horse, the next he had disappeared. Akiyama opened his mouth to give reply, frowning when no words came out. There was a distinct itch near his throat, and through it, he felt as though he couldn't talk. He scratched at it in irritation, surprised when his fingers slipped and return back red.